Chapter 270

"You shouldn't be here, not because it's my privacy. I don't care about that, Sai."

"Then why?"

"You know why."

The melancholy and thin giant giggled. It sounded like a lizard choked by sand.

"Just one night, you let you suppress your natural hard work for decades. Your spiritual power can no longer be suppressed. I can see... I haven't been able to do it for several years, but now I can see through your nonexistent barrier."

"I'm not interested in knowing."

"No, you do. Everyone does."

"I asked you not to tell me, my Lord, please abide by the agreement between us."

"I don't want it."

The gloomy man gave him a dry smile again, like a wind blowing in the cemetery.

"You will die in battle."

"It doesn't surprise me. Lord, I don't want to know the details."

Suddenly, the smile on the man's face disappeared, his face became sad, and his eyes even shed tears.

The glittering and translucent liquid crossed the pale skin and broke to pieces on the ground after forming gem like crystals on the chin.

The sad son of God's lips wriggled for a moment and made a faint sound.

"Sai, you must remember..."

The soft light filtered through the lampshade and shot into his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the same as the last thing he thought. Sol, without a helmet, was standing in front of him.

"I..."

He tried to speak, but his voice rubbed like a file in the speaker.

Although a chain tied to his throat kept him from falling too far, sevita found herself tied to the command throne, with chattering around him and mechanical roaring close to him.

"I'm not in my room."

He never stayed anywhere else when he woke up, let alone found himself standing on the bridge of a warship.

When he wanted to stand up, the chain clucked at his throat, wrist and ankle. There was no doubt that sol tied him to the throne.

Obviously, they have a lot to say.

Whispers such as "he's awake" came circuitously from the mortal group. From his seat in the high platform in the center of the bridge, soshyan could see that they suspended their assigned duties and faced him one after another.

Their eyes sparkled with surprise.

"Timely return."

Sol said, his curious and soft voice without happiness.

"How long did I sleep?"

Although he was tied, at least there was a smile in his words.

"Two days and two nights."

Sol replied:

"What did you dream about?"

"I can hardly remember anything."

Sevita looked out the porthole of the warship. In the oval screen world, time passed very slowly.

"Where are we?"

Sol again cast a pale stare at the mortals who stopped working, which was enough to make them lower their heads and start working again, while Lothar remained silent at her post.

"Valledo, on mission."

Sevita gave a cry and then tightened the chain, as if to get some explanation.

"Oh, yes."

Sol said, pulling out his sword and gesticulating a few times on sevita, then one by one, the metal shackles hung down.

"Why am I locked?"

"To prevent you from hurting yourself or others."

"Why am I locked here, on the bridge?"

Sol and Lothar looked at each other. Their armor looked at each other because of some unknown emotion.

"At first you stayed in your own room, but..."

"But?"

"You broke out and killed some servants. I've been looking for you all day on the lower deck."

Sevita tried to stand up. Lothar tried to fix him in his seat with a stare, but the crow Prince disappeared.

"That's a pity. I don't remember sleeping."

With that, sevita began to call Anita in another language.

"What he said is true, Yago. You sleepwalked, like... In the past."

"I've never sleepwalked."

"When you were sleepwalking, I went into your brain. Your psionic talent was more active than ever. I also saw the one he left in your brain..."

"All right."

After interrupting the psychic communication with Anita, sevita said to sol:

"So you're a little unhappy with me because you just killed a few servants?"

"Not this time."

Sol shook his head.

"I'm just worried about you causing more serious damage, otherwise I don't mind how long you sleep."

"But you still managed to wake me up."

The crow Prince passed him, holding the handrail of the central podium and watching the gray world hanging in the void.

"What's the problem? Did the evil lust demon kill the ship? Or was the commander of the eleventh Legion in trouble on the ground?"

"Neither."

Sevita tried not to expose his impatience.

"Let's get this straight."

"Anita found a fleet approaching here, belonging to an astatic order."

"Oh?"

Sevita shrugged her eyebrows and joked:

"Do I have to find a mouse hole to hide first?"

"No."

Sol shook his head.

"Do you remember the thing that friar Sid gave us?"

"Of course."

"The name of this regiment is soul drinker."

Sevita took a breath.

"What a coincidence?"

But then he seemed to think of another question.

"That guy doesn't seem to know."

"So let this' chance 'continue."

Just then, the officer of the complex scanning array on the bridge suddenly shouted:

"Abnormal fluctuation of sub space anchor!"

The spirit messenger interrupted her short dive in the vortex. She was a combat barge. She installed more arms on the basis of a heavy cruiser, coupled with armor plates superimposed around the sub space engine group, making the whole ship a behemoth.

However, the pragmatic style is quite suitable for those residents who live in refined gold and cold iron armor. Since she was regarded as the flagship of the soul drinker battle group, she has been faithfully performing her duty - fighting the enemy of the emperor.

A small group of almost neglected small frigates clung to her flanks,

The frenzied color blooms and twists when the sub space crack opens, and the tumbling Nebula produces clusters of light, which almost disappears at the moment of forming into some kind of existence.

The storm emerged, and the primitive intelligence condensed from strong emotions occupied it, waiting for the opportunity to have a full meal, eager to peel the soul from mortal flesh and blood.

But because of Geller's position, they can never succeed.

Finally, under the squeeze of reality, the huge mouth of sub space slowly closes again.

"Communication established!"

At this time, the liaison officer of complex communication also shouted.

"On."

Sol went to the command throne on the bridge and picked up the communication microphone.

"I'm sol, the instructor of the star Knight battle order. Please answer."

Soon, in a white noise disturbance, another sound echoed on the bridge.

"Pay tribute to you, combat brother. I'm the head of the soul drinker battle group. Gorgorgori is responding to the call of the trial court!"