Chapter 616 - 617 Captive

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Chapter 616: Chapter 617 Captive

In a completely dark space, the memory of the sailor who slowly woke up from his coma was still stuck in his waving weapons, but was swallowed up by the blood basin attacked from the enemy warship.

He opened his eyes, but he had an illusion that he had not opened them, because the surroundings were completely black, and he could not see a trace of light. If it hadn't been for the perception from his body, he would not even realize that he had opened his eyes.

He tried to move and found that he was firmly bound by something he didn't know and couldn't move.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on the meado, and the keen meado immediately closed his eyes and pretended that he was still asleep.

However, his behavior was futile.

"Don't pretend to sleep when you wake up."

The sound sounded, and the other party spoke the franca of the country. The engineer understood it, but the engineer did not intend to 'wake up'.

Soon, the engineer had to wake up again, and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, which quickly spread all over his body. The engineer looked down in panic. Under the bright light of unknown light, a small spike was piercing his abdomen, which was the source of the severe pain.

Pain comes from the bioelectric signals transmitted to the brain after body injury. It is not difficult for collectors to artificially create and raise such bioelectric signals. As long as the collectors are willing, it is completely no problem to let a person die alive.

"If you don't want to die, I advise you not to run away with your brain. You are not the first to wake up."

The engineer who was just about to teleport and escape with the spiritual realm stopped his behavior because of this sentence. In front of him were several floating bodies. These body engineers recognized them. After all, they were comrades on the same battlefield.

The pain has passed, and the man was frightened around in an attempt to find the speaker's location.

However, this is destined to be in vain. In addition to illuminating his unknown light source, there is only a dark space.

"Who are you?" The engineer asked.

"I'm only responsible for asking, and I have no obligation to answer." That voice answered.

"You can choose to shut up and die, or answer the questions we ask."

"You are captured in a large number. Some choose to die, and some choose to give in to answer questions."

The other party's words made the engineer feel the coldness of the bone, which was a disregard for life, as if a sharp blade against the cave of the engineer. As long as he said 'no', he would let him go to another world.

The haze of death enveloped the engineer. Looking at the bodies of his dead comrades-in-arms, the naveer chose to cherish his life and survive.

"Spiritual Realm? What kind of place is that?

"This... I can't describe it. It's a place that surpasses my language expression ability. That place is so special that I can't find such a place in a normal world..."

The flightist tried his best to express himself, but his words were very vague, and the other party interrupted him impatiently.

"Well, you don't have to say this anymore."

"Let me ask you, do you know what 'Lingzun' is?"

The engineer was stunned for a moment, and hard memory, and finally asked back.

"Uh...what is that?"

"Don't you know?"

"I don't know."

The memeiser was sure that he didn't know what spiritual master was.

"I really don't know? Someone told me before you that there are many spiritual gods in the spiritual realm.

"I really don't know. I have never seen any spiritual master in the spiritual realm, and I don't know what you mean by spiritual master."

The engineer was anxious and hurried to defend himself. He had decided to survive, but he didn't want to lose his life in vain because of such a thing. It was too unfair.

"How strong is the total military strength of the Holy Worm? What percentage of the fleet you belong to occupies the total combat power? The voice asked again.

"Not even 1%, our fleet can only be regarded as a leading fleet in the state army at most. Er, you indigenous people probably don't understand what the concept of the leading fleet is. Let me explain."

Because the previous spiritual question could not be answered, the captain carefully answered this question in order to show that he really did not hide it.

"The leading fleet is equivalent to the scouts on your ground battlefield. It is responsible for collecting certain intelligence and harassing the enemy's intelligence and logistics, but its combat effectiveness is completely impossible to compare with the main fleet."

"It doesn't matter how much the vanity fleet is destroyed, because the cost of forming a new van vane fleet is very low, and the members of the warship are all of the national race. How much is needed?"

"How strong is the main fleet?" Ask the other side.

The flightmaster thought about it and replied seriously.

"The mecha driven by the ace pilot only needs ten to destroy the leading fleet I belong, and the main fleet of ace pilots like this has tens of thousands of."