Chapter 332

Salperdon was silent for a moment, then picked up the communicator.

"Transfer me to the alternate channel."

Soon, the standby communication channel of the soul messenger sounded a ticking sound for communication. Gorgorgory stared at it for a long time before he switched on the microphone.

"Commander Zhan, I'm salpurdon, curator of the think tank. I've closed the weapon array of the star castle, and the strike fleet will leave orbit immediately. I'll wait for you in the main control Hall of the star castle."

"This is obviously an ambush, a conspiracy."

Soshyan sounded a warning, but gorgri

No answer.

After a moment of silence, he replied to the communication:

"So you admit your mistake?"

"If you think so, let's do that. As long as it can alleviate your doubts, but I hope we can deal with these matters within the regiment by ourselves, and don't involve outsiders. I hope you can also take into account the honor of the regiment."

"Salperdon."

Soshyan had never heard of gorgorgory pouring such a profound threat into a single name.

"Our honor has long been trampled and defiled by your treason."

A heavy sigh came from one end of the communicator.

"If this is your will, then I accept it."

"Also, I'll be there right away for those of your comrades. I won't bring any outsiders, but they'd better find a reasonable explanation for their behavior."

Then he turned off voice communication.

Gorgorgory's cold eyes turned to his honor guard, and he reached for his helmet.

"Follow me and gather everyone."

Then soshyan took a step forward.

"Brother, I can help you.

"No."

Gorgorgory rejected him in a rare way.

"Soshyan, I have to deal with this by myself. At least salpurdon is right. The honor of the regiment can no longer be damaged."

With that, he summoned all the members of the regiment and went to the flight deck to take Lei Ying to Xingbao.

Soshyan thought for a while, then returned to the unbound soul and told sol everything he heard, and sevita listened to most of it.

"That fool."

He gave gorgorgory a very negative evaluation directly.

"How can such a naive man become a war commander? He doesn't really think that those veterans can be caught with his mouth? He doesn't have a correct understanding of the current situation."

Soshyan glared at sevita and then looked at sol.

"I'm not sure."

"Ah, now look, even if it's not a trap, it's not too bad. The essential contradiction is not whether the action is out of line, but the disobedience and high independence of veteran groups to young war leaders. Such conflicts often only intensify and are difficult to ease."

Sol also showed his optimism.

"Gorgorgory doesn't have such great prestige to subdue those people, and bloodshed is bound to happen."

"How can I help him?"

"The best way now is for us to help them when they start, so that gorgorgory can accept it and say it morally in the past."

Soshyang thought for a moment and nodded.

"It's possible, but how do we get into the castle without disturbing others?"

Sol smiled and looked at sevita.

"What do you say?"

"Then send it."

If it is normal, it is very risky to transmit directly to the inside of the starcastle, but soshyan knows that sevita has the ability to enable them to transmit accurately.

So he nodded;

"That's it. It's just the three of us."

After a brief preparation, the three arrived at the transmission room.

Different from the upper deck, the courtyard where they are located is almost completely covered with Gothic decoration. On the contrary, the roof and walls here give way to the noisy mechanical transmission engine units with full lines. Several engines are formed, and the exhaust ports are constantly emitting steam.

"Start transfer."

When ready, soshyan gave orders.

Around the room, the technical servants began to gather on the singing machinery, pull the joystick and rotate the huge copper turntables.

At work, each attendant began to sing different binary sentences repeatedly. It felt like a sailor's horn with strange mathematical style.

Then the engines began to vibrate violently and screamed continuously as they rotated upward.

Behind this flat room stands a raised platform, and the ode of the star Choir comes from a life support cabin.

The gentle female voice tone and the single boring mechanical language of the machine servant make an unbearable contrast.

In fact, soshyan didn't like this way of travel. He sat in the cabin of a thunder eagle, roared all the way through the atmosphere, and faced the death of enemy fire. He wouldn't hesitate at all.

Or lock him in the seat of the airborne cabin, fire it, and then smash it straight to the surface from a rail ship dozens of kilometers high. Soshyan will also complete his duties without a word of complaint.

But transmission is quite another matter.

The world engine's experience of crossing sub space left him no small psychological shadow, which made him resist that feeling all the time.

Before the white and golden glare faded, he felt the artificial breeze, gently pushing his armor, just enough to blow his silver gray robe and the scroll of the blessed oath on his shoulder armor.

Soshyan did not wear the terminator this time, but the Seiko power armor of the past.

Then, his explosive gun was raised vigilantly, and the weapons were ready within a few seconds of the fog of transmission fading from his eyes.

The air explosion caused by transmission is like an artificial thunder, which has been filtered to a harmless sound by the automatic sensing device of the helmet,

The fog and aura surging around me will not last long in such a breeze.

He felt the firmness of the floor under his feet for a while, and knew that he was intact after transmission.

Then he clenched his teeth, tightened his skin, and stretched out his explosive gun to the distant view in front of him.

They were transported to the center of a round pit with a radius of at least ten meters, which was obviously caused by the transmission.

Looking around, this is a very broad space, but it is very open. The foundation made of plastic steel is interspersed from the floor. This is the low wall and pillar of the giant building to be built on this foundation.

As a fixed star castle, its size and a nest are useless. Even the space within more than ten kilometers is only one of its many areas.

It may be a residential area under construction or an empty warehouse.

But now I can't see anyone here, not even the machine servant, no movement, no sign of breathing.