Chapter 535

Zorg didn't know what it was, and didn't want to know what it was. He just knew it was a great threat, more than his master.

The spy began to run, ran down the slope into the woods, bypassed the park and ran to the west gate.

He needs to go to a safe place.

But somehow, zorg suddenly found himself in a dead end, the backyard of a tall and beautiful house.

He heard footsteps coming from behind. Then he tried to push the door and found that most of them were locked, except for a heavy wooden door with a winged blood bat painted on it.

Zorg pushed the door open, got into the wonderful cool and dark in the room, quickly closed the door and pulled the door bolt.

He waited, listening to the dull footsteps and voices outside the door.

Bang!

At that moment, the gate fell apart and something rushed to knock it down.

Zorg rolled out, dizzy.

He tasted the blood in his mouth and couldn't clear his mind.

What's going on... What's going on?

Before he got up, a huge hand covered with iron armor stretched out from the dark, grabbed his throat, turned him around, slammed him against the wall and held him in the air.

Zorg immediately felt out of breath and kicked his feet out of thin air.

But the iron hand pressed him firmly against the wall.

"Hello."

A low voice came from the darkness.

"Iskander Kayan's... Mouse."

With that, he fell heavily on the ground and almost broke his skeleton.

If he hadn't been much better than ordinary people, it would be enough to kill him.

Zorg vomited blood. His brain was working at full speed, trying to find a way out.

He also used several props that might help him——

Without waiting for him to think more, he suddenly had a heavy burden, a terrible weight to crush him.

A huge hand covered with armor held his throat again.

"Let's talk slowly later."

With that, he felt the darkness in front of him and passed out.

When zorg woke up again, he found himself in a basement or dungeon, tied to a wooden chair, with a smell of blood in his mouth.

A Star Warrior sits on a metal box opposite him, wearing silver gray power armor and helmet, weapons across his legs, and zorg's package lies at each other's feet.

"Who are you?"

Zorg calmed down for a few seconds and knew he was captured - the worst case scenario.

"This question is no longer important to you?"

The Star Warrior smiled, and zorg suddenly noticed a lightning like tear mark on the edge of each other's eyepiece, which made him feel a little confused - in the eyes of fear, only the eighth Legion usually decorates his helmet in this way.

"Sir -"

"Call me your Excellency and show some respect."

"I don't think I'm in a position to discuss."

Zorg reluctantly said that his head hurt, but he still poked out his heart, or he could contact his master——

No, it's useless.

Zorg's initial suspicion was confirmed that the psionics here had been isolated and the other party had been prepared.

His master knows nothing about it.

"Take what you want."

The Star Warrior didn't respond for a moment, just stared at zorg.

Then he put the weapon aside, reached for the package, took out a cloth bag, opened it, and examined zorg's weapons and equipment in the dim light.

"Kayan is very thoughtful for you."

"Sounds like you know my master very well?"

This is also where zorg is very confused. The other party not only knows who his master is, but also knows very well in his words.

But the other party did not directly answer his question.

"Do you know what happens when a spy is caught?"

"That's what I expected, but I'm afraid it's hard for you to get anything from my head, because my master planted the last layer of insurance in my soul."

The Star Warrior turned a blind eye to his words and just played with the spirit stone in his hand.

"You are... Special."

"I'm just a servant -"

"No, you're not even human."

Zorg was speechless for a moment.

"I --"

"Very rare, very rare, almost forgotten. You are a living puppet. Is it Kayan's technology from his alien female companion? He shaped you with alien biotechnology and psionics. You are a man-made man. Now you certainly don't look like your original model. You will be deformed, right?"

Zorg gently closed his eyes, then his skin began to surge, and finally his face became a young man.

"Who on earth are you and why do you know this?"

"Details don't matter."

The Star Warrior continued to rub the gem.

"You can not only deform, you can even become a corpse, stop your heartbeat and blood flow for at least three days. You can reactivate with a psionic command from Kayan, so strictly speaking... You're not even a living person."

Zorg frowned. He was not afraid of the interrogator, but he had no bottom when there was an interrogator who knew himself like the back of his hand.

So he bowed his head and breathed slowly.

"Kill me."

"Your life is long enough for you to yearn for death?"

"I can see I lost."

Zorg is really tired. Since he was created, his life has been full of fatal dangers. Even if a machine walks on a tightrope every day, it will be tired one day.

"I appreciate your honesty. What's your name?"

"Zorg."

"Zorg, you may or may not know me, but once you know who I am, you have only one way left."

The Star Warrior gave a deep laugh, then jumped down from the metal box, went to zorg and took off his helmet.

For a moment, zorg's heart jerked.

He did see this man, but he could never imagine that he would catch himself here at this time!

"You --"

Zorg was shocked and almost lost his language ability. After more than ten seconds of stumbling, he called the name.

"Talos valkoran of the eighth Legion! Why are you here!"

A smile appeared on the prophet's pale face, as if satisfied with the effect he had achieved.

Then put your face in front of each other, put your index finger between your lips and whisper:

"Shh - it's a secret. Don't be so loud."

"This..."

Zorg's thinking at this time has been completely disordered. He hasn't encountered big winds and waves, but he really met such a strange thing for the first time.

"Well, now that we are honest, we can talk about what is more important to you. Please."

"What - things?"

The smile on the prophet's face became brighter, and he gently spit out two words.

"-- freedom."