Chapter 330

"I'm a soldier. I won't disobey the command of the commander of the war!"

Salpurdon said loudly, his voice echoing in the open meditation room, an illusion floating in front of him, flashing over the burning body of a star Whisperer.

It was also a tall image dressed in gold armor, but his eyes were very empty. Smoke kept coming out of the exhaust hole of the armor, hissing. One hand was a power claw and the other was holding a burning sword.

This is the image of the holy emperor.

Looking at each other, salperdon's skin tingled and sweat gushed out.

On the floor, the star Whisperer with a large body twitches and blisters emerge from the epidermis. It will not survive - although it is wasteful, there is nothing to do.

Sub space gives think tanks many powers, including navigation and communication in distant space.

Although it still depends on the navigator to guide most ships and the star Whisperer to send information to the scattered army, the subtle skills and mysterious ideas of the think tank make it more accurate.

Even through some dark means, they can make ships pass through storms that can crush the most powerful fleets, and communication across galaxies is as clear as talking in the same room.

But like the power of all creatures involved in sub space, all this comes at a price.

Salpurdon was despicable, but the situation forced him to use this method

Before the soul and soul fire were split, those lying on the ground were star whisperers.

Now, his soul is combined with sub space creatures, which allows salpurdon to find help from sub space.

But this contact will cost blood and life, and in many cases, these creatures can't achieve their purpose.

In this evening, he has killed three star whisperers.

"I just need you to help me find the soul spear. Only when I find that thing can I explain to commander Zhan."

Salpurdon leaned against his chainsaw sword, his armor shaking slightly.

"I am the messenger of fate. Your destiny is in my eyes. If you don't resist, you and your allies will be destroyed by the running dog of the master of rotten corpses."

"Empty mouth, white teeth, nonsense, twisted."

"Ha ha, look at you, salpurdon. You have served for the regiment for 500 years, but you must obey the command of a rookie. He doesn't understand the mission and vision of the soul drinker!"

The creation soon changed its tone.

"The Empire has completely decayed. You know this deeply. Gorgorgori is just an old-fashioned man who blindly follows the old oath. He will only make the war group vulgar and weak, but you can make the war group strong. You should become the real master of the war group! You should enjoy real honor!"

"Shut up, devil, you're just a flatterer. Tell me what you want to know. It's an honor only when the decision comes from the owner rather than his dog."

"The soul spear is on a space waste City Brokeback. It's not far from you."

"Tell me the specific direction."

"You have not offered a real sacrifice -"

"Wait!"

The other party disappeared so fast that salperdon could only see the vague shadow.

In the blink of an eye, the image disappeared, leaving only the smell of sulfur and caramel rolling in the air.

The star Whisperer on the ground began to twist violently, then his body burst, and a lot of blood gushed from the blind man's mouth.

A loud wail sounded in salpurdon's mind. He stared at the empty front for a moment, then pulled out his explosive pistol and fired a shot.

For a moment, meat and bone fragments splashed everywhere, and the air was quiet.

"Waste these materials so casually."

A murmur came from behind.

"Explains something."

Salpurdon turned around and didn't put down his gun. His eyes locked on the target at once.

He may be a little angry, but he is still a super vulgar person after all. He has no superfluous actions, only his fingers on the trigger.

"What does it say?"

Asked salperdon.

Under the black cloak, a pale skull stared at malogerst and rotated slowly as he aimed and held his finger on the trigger.

"Maybe it says you're kind."

Behind the skull, a voice answered with a little banter.

"Then how did you get in?"

Salperdon spoke slowly, as if chatting in the afternoon.

The figure approached silently. It was very high. A large number of skulls on the armor surface made salpurdon feel tingly, but he didn't give up aiming.

"It may mean you're angry."

"Answer me, ixtinos, or I'll tear you to pieces and throw you into space."

"Maybe it means you're cruel."

Salperdon's fingers were tight, the interior of the explosive pistol, and the ignition device could be fired at any time.

"Don't provoke me, Reverend."

"It says if it's useless, I'll give it up."

The priest of the soul drinker, the Holy Lord of the War Regiment, Iktinos tilted his head.

"Is that so? I'll write it down for authenticity analysis."

Although salperdon knew him, ixtinos always made him impatient and wanted to burn the bastard on the spot.

Unlike most priests, he is too emotional, too secretive and too disturbing.

"How did you get into this room?"

"As the spiritual representative of the regiment, I can go anywhere."

"Not here."

"As long as there are War Regiment brothers, I can go."

Iktinos turned his head sideways.

"However, if my intrusion brings you emotional discomfort, I will apologize to you and restore your balance of mind."

Salpurdon lowered his weapon and took a deep breath to calm his mind.

For think tanks, anger has its uses, and all emotions have corresponding uses.

No matter how much his instinct wanted to kill the priest, he could not do so.

As Iktinos preached, he is the spiritual symbol of the regiment and the guardian of the souls of the fighting brothers.

Salpurdon knew nothing about the real him, but he could sense the smell of sub space in him.

He can't kill him, and he can't kill himself. If both of them want to try, there's no doubt that it will lead to the civil war of the regiment.

The danger of the first civil war is imminent.

"What can I do for you?"

Salpurdon plans to change a topic that will make him less excited.

"The star Whisperer has received the message from our war leader for five days. How are you going to respond?"

Behind his calm face, salpurdon's brain churned out many ideas, but what can be confirmed is that not many people know about it.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"No, it has something to do with us. I pay close attention to it."

"He is the commander of the war, and his orders are above all else."

"So you're going to catch it?"

Iktinos pulled on his hood and walked towards the place where the smoke condensed, where the remnant of the star Whisperer lay down.

"The truth of your words is not complete. You don't really think our action is wrong?"

"Whether it is wrong or not is up to gorgorgory."

Salpurdon didn't care and met the gaze of the skull and face armor opposite.

"You can step down. I still have work to do. The sightseeing is over. You'd better say hello before you come in the future."

The priest paused for a second and then slowly disappeared into the dark entrance.

"Soldiers are not blind, salpurdon. You shoulder everyone's hope. You should..."

Ictinoston paused, apparently considering.

"Make the right choice."

Then he left the meditation room.

"I --"

Salpurdon said to himself as he watched the door close.

"Yes."