Chapter 479

When the explosion-proof door of the secret cabin is opened, it sounds like hydraulic grinding.

Within a second of seeing Valle, dieterian smelled a strong smell, enough to produce a feeling of obscenity - when the bulkhead opened, it was hitting him.

His mechanical prosthesis even automatically activated the shielding function, because the smell penetrated into the soft tissue of his eyes, choked his throat, and stimulated his little remaining skin with a disgusting damp and warm heat.

Even swearing is a mistake, because as soon as the air hits his taste detection system, it becomes a taste.

"Ready to start screaming."

The mechanical heresy said to the traitor of the red pirate.

The "corpse" on the operating table groaned, breathless and could no longer scream.

There was so little left that dieterian could no longer be sure what it was.

The pharmacist turned his head and looked at the mechanical believer who had "reformed from evil". The blade in his hand was wet and red.

There were four bodies around him, dripping with water after peeling, hanging around the middle table with dirty chains.

Valle could see dieterian's eyes twinkling at the hanging bodies, and then explained their existence in an unusually calm voice.

"They are still alive, and their pain seeps into the screaming sensing device."

The renegade pharmacist scratched the prisoner's skinned face with his bloody knife.

"Now it's mature and swollen with pain. They no longer beg for death with their throat, tongue and lungs... But I can hear their whispers touching my soul. Unfortunately, it's not long. Now it's very close to the end. What do you want to say, bishop?"

"They are all your old comrades in arms. Don't you want to say anything else?"

"Oh, of course, when I cut them, I kept talking to them about the past, which really offset some of the boredom of monotonous work."

Dieterian snorted, and his contempt for the repeated traitor deepened.

He was slaughtering some of the red pirates who had been captured on the Nathan IV. some of them had died of serious injuries.

Why torture them so much——

Start screaming needs victims. Mortals can't. their souls are too fragile, so they generally use star whisperers.

But there are also more suitable sacrifices than the star Whisperer.

For example, astat.

Ditrian was not sure whether soshyan knew all this, because the war leader had never paid attention to the instrument and even looked at it. However, he speculated that the war leader should know more or less.

Most of the time, saivita is in charge of screaming. Prince crow is very interested in this instrument and praises it as a great invention.

But this time, Talos issued the start command, just like in the past.

Dieterian walked between the chained living dead and the operating table they were lying on - Valler's task was to keep the body alive for a while.

Every body is nothing like a human. It is simply a combination of muscle tissue and stripped veins. It twitches at the last moment.

All the red pirates lost their tongues, lips, hands and noses. Every place was completely destroyed and desecrated as never before.

He was walking past a living monument full of fear and pain: these bad habits came from the dreams of the eighth Legion.

Then technical heresy

Looking back at the rubble, if he saw the pride in his eyes at that moment, he would no longer be able to stand the existence of this repeated traitor.

Even he couldn't understand why soshyan wanted to keep this guy.

"Not enough..."

A minute later, dieterian whispered, overriding the low moans and clatters of the pulse tracker.

"It's not enough to deal with such a huge fleet."

"So --"

Valere looked at the mechanical bishop with his head tilted.

Dieterian sent out a model, and then the cabin door opened again. A team of aircraft servants came into it. They carried more than a dozen star soldiers stripped of power armor and bound their hands and feet. Some of them had changed their bodies, most of them had mutilated combat damage, and some had suffered heavy head injuries.

Obviously, they are all red pirates captured on the battlefield.

The red pirates stared in horror as soon as they saw the scene inside.

They expected all kinds of results, but never included this.

These people are really loyal to the Empire!?

"Oh, new goods, that's good. Just give me some time."

On the way to the operating table, a red pirate suddenly grabbed Valle's leg when he passed by.

"Valere... I know it's you, this voice."

The red pirate who broke an arm and a leg swallowed a mouthful of blood before he opened his mouth.

Then he held it tighter.

"Valere! I'm tedley. I saved your life in badab!"

"Yes, of course."

Valle bowed his head and said to him:

"Now, please take your hand away."

But the desperate red pirates are holding on tighter.

"Come on! Don't leave me here. Let me go. I swear I won't say it! I've saved you once!"

The pharmacist looked down at his wounded comrades in arms, who had fought side by side in the past.

The soldier's face was half covered in the blood washed and burned tissue, revealing his skull. One arm ended in the biceps brachii, and only the fleshy stem of one leg was left, exuding liquid from where his knee once was.

"Move your hand away."

Valle repeated it again.

"We'll discuss it again, tedley. You know very well that I don't like being touched."

But the red pirates just hold on tighter.

"Valere, listen to me..."

Valle bent down, clenched the soldier's hand with his own hand and pulled the other party's fingers back.

But the red pirate still held it tightly, like the last straw in the hands of a drowning man.

Without saying a word, Valle directly deployed laser cutting machines and bone saws on the medical hand guards.

The next second,

The soldiers roared loudly.

"Did you just learn something?"

Valle asked with a smile.

"You disgusting bastard! Bastard! Traitor! I curse you! I will curse you even if I die!!!"

The pharmacist chuckled and threw the broken hand into the corner.

"Prepare the life enhancement device."

Valer took a breath, went to the nearest table, and finally took off his helmet.

"In order to repay your kindness, I will make you the first."

He whispered to the vague flesh and blood of his former comrades in arms. The man turned his eyes to him with the last bit of strength, raised his wet eyes and looked at the pharmacist's eyes, looking at a completely forgotten place——