Chapter 399

The whisper continued, but a soft chorus replaced words and laughter, and everyone's ears were covered with a layer of high silk Mist - even if the passing voice was hissing and distorted.

Valer had listened for nearly half an hour, and his accidental interest turned into keen attention and soon into concentration.

Septimus looked at the pharmacist more often than at the holographic projection. He noticed that Valle's pale lips never stopped shaking - he tried to translate those strange words in his mind.

"My Lord -"

Septimus tried again, but was interrupted by his raised fist.

If he spoke again, Valle would probably call.

"Dieterian."

After several heartbeats, vallek spoke.

"What's the matter? What did the Skinner hear from the voice of the spirit family?"

"The game has changed. Let me go to the ground of Nathan 6."

As soon as he said this, dieterian's glasses immediately rotated around and refocused in his eye sockets.

"I take negative action against procedures that completely violate Talos' orders and plans, or I need you to submit sufficient reasons."

Warrell did not answer immediately, but still listened to the spirit language distractedly. Septimus thought it sounded like a song sung by those who wanted no one to hear their voice.

It's great, but it still gives him goose bumps.

"The game has changed."

A minute later, Valle repeated his previous words.

He turned around the simple command platform, and his cold blue eyes scanned everything, but he saw nothing.

Dieterian was indifferent to Valle's whispers in the distance.

"I reiterated my opinion that if you want to modify the clause, it becomes a requirement, then provide sufficient reasons, otherwise you have no right to issue an order."

Vallel finally focused on something - specifically dieterian in a red robe with a skeleton face half hidden in the fold of his hood.

"Spirit clan -"

Warrell whispered:

"They whispered their prophecy. The eighth Legion ruthlessly bled them in the following decades. Do you understand? They didn't pursue us because Talos's heart was screaming... They cursed our stupidity, and they needed to cut off the unnecessary future from the shackles of fate."

Dieterian made a false stop, equivalent to a contemptuous hum.

"Enough, the witchcraft of aliens doesn't matter, nor does the superstition of aliens. The key thing is that I receive orders."

Valle's eyes turned to the distance again, and he listened to the aliens singing in their whispers.

"That's it."

The pharmacist blinked and stared at the bishop again.

"You don't understand, they try to stop some future... Some things that haven't come yet. There, Talos leads the eighth Legion to fight against their dying species. They sing like children praying and hoping God will have mercy on them. Do you hear me? Are you listening to me?"

Septimus stepped back to make way for the pharmacist.

Vallel went over and stared at the sitting bishop. Septimus had never seen vallel have such a high temper.

The pharmacist was almost gnashing his teeth about something.

"They're trying to kill a future they're afraid of! Something they don't allow to happen! It's a huge risk for them, so they forced us into a dead corner and chased us with ships driven by ghosts! That's what they want Talos to die."

Dieterian repeated the negative voice.

"Everything you say is purely based on speculation in different languages."

"What if they are right? The prophets of the eighth Legion will rise at the end of the dark millennium and bleed the spiritual race, which is far more than their shrinking population can bear! Damn, you turn a blind eye to everything except work and can't hear me? Listen to me, you heretical magicians, in the future they see, the prophets destroyed him Our ark world! "

Dieterian had to admit that he was trying to make a decision.

Talos had asked him to take a series of actions to make the people and goods on board leave safely, but the pharmacist put forward a convincing reason - even if that reason could not be attributed to practicality and possibility for the time being.

"To deal with the probability that this ship will survive the direct battle with the enemy fleet, we need to make calculations that few biological minds can understand. I just want to say, you know, our chances of winning are not good."

If he could smile sincerely instead of his face as a natural by-product of a metal skull, dieterian might grin at that moment.

He is very proud of his understatement.

But Valle was neither moved nor amused.

"Adjust the gear behind your eyes. If the spirit family is so afraid that this prophecy will come true, it means that Talos may survive this war. We have a chance... My brother's fate is not to die tragically in this worthless world. I intend to give him a chance and let him seize this opportunity."

Dieterian's indifferent appearance has not even changed.

"Talos' last order is still valid. This container is now the gene seed repository for more than 100 soldiers killed in the eighth Corps. This genetic material must reach the great eye. This is my oath to Talos. I swear."

The last sentence made him very uncomfortable.

"You should run, but I won't."

Valle turned to Septimus.

"Number seven."

"My lord?"

"Get your gunboat ready and take me down Nathan six."

When Valle announced that he was leaving the shuttle, otavia was doing something she had been afraid to do for a long time - using her talent to try to spy on the outline of sub space,

It took her a long time to calm her nerves, and then she closed her eyes and untied her headscarf at the risk of being seen by unnecessary existence.

The rest doesn't take much time. In fact, it's almost very easy - similar to falling halfway through a difficult climb.

Otavia was once the family's Eurydice. She may not have been born with a strong navigator blood, but her experience on the moody but determined ship of the eighth Legion honed her skills.

As she gazed at the endless black tide, she couldn't help wondering where she and Septimus were going, and how they would get rid of the fate of entering the eye of fear.

This idea doesn't seem so pessimistic as before. She doesn't know why.

Seeing the sea of souls is as simple as opening her third eye. Although she knows that some pilots will let the spirit into sub space, she doesn't need to enter.

Her father can only see sub space with three eyes open. She never knows why. They all have their own personal habits.

When she saw it, she just watched the rise and fall of the semi formed nothingness tide with mysterious eyes. It was not formed but like a tide, and it was not formed but like a snake.

Shamans and witches from the primitive era of ancient Tara will think that this is no different from their ritual of peeping into the mysterious hell.

But when she looked for it, she couldn't help holding her breath until her beating heart and painful lungs forced her to breathe again.

She realized that, on a logical level, she was projecting her vision through the evil subspace and might even project fragments of consciousness into space - but otavia didn't care about this concept.

What matters is what she can find with her second sight.

Not long ago, they ran again and again in the spirit blockade, crossing the tide along the path with the least resistance. She did her best to guide the curse echo and ride the wind and waves.

All along, she was caught between the two states, looking at the broken sub space and feeling her hand on her swollen stomach.

Now, she got rid of the pressure of sailing in sub space and was free to look at it.

Otavia stared more closely, her eyes extended deeper, beyond the black shadow beyond the light of the star torch, looking for any light source in the conflicting clouds.

For the first time, she began to see what Talos did.

Demonic substances collided in front of her, torn by savage wounds and penetrated each other.

She can hear her name in the rough waves, a whisper, a scream, a cry

Otavia pulled herself back and opened her eyes.

Subspace is constantly changing, and it is reactivated within hours of the first scream.

Now, however, she is preparing to guide a strange ship into an area where it is impossible to navigate.

The pilot put her handkerchief back, tied her ponytail back, and stretched on the uncomfortable throne, trying to relieve the pressure on her back.

She thought about the attendants standing outside the door. They must be crowded in the narrow corridor.

It is painful to miss Septimus with a vague attitude.

More importantly, no matter how reluctant to admit it, even to herself - she wanted Septimus to be with her.

How stupid, in the darkest galaxy, in the darkest corner, fall in love.

When otavia moved in her seat, her eyes widened with sudden shock because she had just received a message.

The news was sent by Septimus. It was very short, but it made her heart fall to hell.

Then she slowly put one hand on her stomach and felt the fetal movement of new life in her body.