Chapter 1397 Fraud-filing

Chapter 1397 Fraud-filing

Author's Note: Unedited Chapter

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The hundreds of thousands of T-vods stopped attacking the moment they spotted Seifiling.

"Master," PO voiced with reverence while speeding forward.

Gustav stood atop the disk with a battered-looking figure and spoke, "The assailant has been sent to Zanpoktu.

"Let us return," He added while the disk began to fly forward.

PO and the other T-vods followed after him as they headed back to the Space Vessel.

"I knew that master would turn out victorious," PO praised as they arrived inside the massive space vessel.

"All thanks to the attacks from outside. Enough light was created to pull him into Zanpoktu. I have never faced such an opponent in all my years."

"Gustav Crimson is a very crafty being master," PO replied with a tone of understanding while they headed for the throne room.

"This reminds me of why I never engage assailants. Subtlety should remain a key focus as we slowly achieve our objectives,"

Gustav had to make sure he also played the part so PO wouldn't suspect anything.

He had already expended a lot of energy, there were hundreds of thousands of T-vods around him that could cause issues and he also needed to get to the throne room so he could check on the situation of Endric as well as the others.

He couldn't afford to let them see through his guise.

They soon arrived at the entrance of the throne room and Gustav remained in Seifiling's skin as he walked towards the makeshift throne. Now that he had arrived there, he had some decisions to make.

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In the vast expanse of outer space, a fleet of sleek spacecraft were on a cosmic journey toward a distant destination. Against the backdrop of a celestial canvas adorned with distant stars and swirling nebulas, the fleet's synchronized propulsion systems hummed with a harmonious cadence, propelling them through the cosmic void.

Onboard each spacecraft, advanced navigation systems hummed to life, plotting a course through the cosmic web. Celestial marks and distant constellations served as navigational aids, guiding the fleet on its interstellar journey with pinpoint precision.

As the fleet approached the specified coordinates, a peculiar phenomenon unfolded on the space GPS consoles. The designated location blinked intermittently. The rhythmic pulsing of the GPS coordinates created a mesmerizing dance of light, aligning with the fleet's anticipated trajectory.

"It looks like we're close," One of the insect-like beings aboard stated with a tone of anticipation.

"Everyone, remember to follow protocol. Our priority remains our people," Another insect-like humanoid being clad in golden robes, instructed solemnly.

"Understood, Handler Three," The beings clad in warrior-like outfits chanted respectfully.

As the fleet neared the blinking coordinates, anticipation heightened among the crew. The rhythmic pulses of the space GPS became more pronounced, guiding the spacecraft through the final stretch of their interstellar route.

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A number of them already left but due to their high numbers, it was still taking time for them all to leave.

"Milox, stay here with everyone else," Endric instructed.

"Hmm? Why?" Milox questioned.

"Because we don't know what to expect when we get up there. It would be unwise to take them all with us only for Seifling to send them back to Zonpaktu. We don't want wasted efforts," Endric explained.

"I will stay back too and try to check for escape pods so we can have the chance to get our people off the vessel as soon as possible," Lhiark said with a low tone.

"Okay, you do that," Endric nodded before gesturing for Vilax and Osiark to follow him.

They headed towards the tube-like space that extended upwards and ascended with speed.

In just a few moments, they arrived on the path that led to the makeshift throne room.

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A couple more T-vods were still whisking past but they didn't stop to bother the trio in the slightest. It was almost as if they couldn't see the infiltrators.

As Endric, Osiark, and Vilax arrived at the throne room entrance, the last T-vod was the only being left in the throne room with Seifiling.

"Seifiling!" Endric yelled with intense animosity not noticing the struggling T-vod.

"Where is my brother?! Where is Gustav?!" He added while telekinetic energy began to drift out of his figure immensely.

"Oh? You want a rematch?" Seifiling questioned with a rather playful smirk.

"You bastard! Tell me where he is?" Endric voiced as rage began to build up within.

Seifiling stood up from the massive throne and walked elegantly till he arrived before Endric.

"Why do you think I am letting my minions go?" Seifiling questioned.

"What exactly are you playing at?" Endric's rage got a little nestled as he recalled the oddity.

Seifiling proceeded to flick Endric's forehead with his index finger.

"Come on figure it out, you're not that dumb," He chuckled lightly before turning around.

Endric's eyes widened as he came to a sudden realization.

"You're not Seifiling," He stated.

"Bingo," Seifiling said while moving towards PO who happened to be twitching with greenish electricity swimming around it.

"You... are... not... master.... how... are... you... doing... this...?" PO questioned while struggling.

"Secret. You can't fight against my command because I indeed have control over you. The more you fight it, the more likely you are to get destroyed from the inside out," Seifiling voiced before moving towards the makeshift throne once more.

"Wait I'm confused... if that isn't Seifiling, then who is that person?" Osiark questioned with a tone of curiosity.

"It is my brother, Gustav," Endric responded.

"Fraud... fraud... fraud... fraud..." PO kept chanting repeatedly.