Just as the speechless person was shocked by his absurd behavior, a face of the past, a ghost suddenly appeared in this bloody, devastated and gloomy wasteland.
"you--"
Extreme surprise and fear made him forget the fact that he could not speak, but his open mouth did not make any sound.
The next second, he felt a flame burning on his chest, and looked down and found four sharp claws pierced on his chest, which were so similar to the sharp claws of those abominable black birds...
When the claws were pulled out from behind him, he wanted to scream, but there was still silence.
As he fell to the ground, he felt someone grab his arms, making him unable to move.
He struggled, twisted, screamed silently, but could not break free from his restraint.
"Long time no see, Sagan Erigash."
Sagan looked up and watched the man in front of him slowly walking towards him. The black scorpion seemed to be stinging his voice with a poisonous sting. The other party's voice was calm and familiar.
"Who are you?"
He wanted to ask this, but he couldn't tell any note.
Two forces behind him were holding him tightly.
Then he saw the scorpion lifting its tail needle, and he was sure that it would penetrate his head-
The person known as Sagan's vision blurred. He saw many people, many ghosts, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
The crows around him were laughing at him. He saw them everywhere. In their eyes, he saw the root of betrayal, and he finally realized that he had been betrayed.
“Abaddon…”
He finally realized why the track had no response. They had left long ago, abandoned him here, waiting for the empire to destroy him, and there was only one person who could make such a decision...
At that moment, he wanted to laugh and cry, but only darkness enveloped him.
He stretched his hand forward as if to touch an invisible being.
Then, something suddenly stung on the back of his head, and his whole body instantly lost consciousness...
【So you have realized it】
A voice suddenly rushed into his dream, and Sagan's consciousness was still in a hazy state. The days of psychic torture had made his consciousness wander between awake and blur for a long time.
【He betrayed...】
【No, he discovered it】
【Discover......】
【Why did you defect to Abaddon】
[Because I believe he is the fate of the chaotic heaven...]
【No, not so】
【no......】
【Think about it, are there anyone, where, what have you told you]
【Who...what...what...what...what's said...】
Suddenly, as if something was triggered, Sagan suddenly woke up, and he opened his eyes and saw the poisonous scorpion.
"You're here again."
A whisper like a broken bellows squeezed out of his throat. The other party used mysterious means to repair his language ability, but instead ignored the demonic lips that could reveal the truth on his shoulder, which made Sagan feel strange.
When Sagan's throat was destroyed by the Holy Blood Angel, he couldn't speak. As a word bearer, he planned to solve it by summoning the demon. After a ritual operation, the demon was bound to the shoulders of his armor. It was logical that he could speak instead, but Sagan later discovered a problem, that is, the two mouths around him were not completely controlled by him, and he often said what he was in his heart.
This was very bad, so Sagan had to seal the demon's mouth and communicate with others in sign language or corpse.
"You can't get anything from me."
A faint chuckle came from under the poisonous scorpion helmet.
"I never intended to get anything from you, or I've already got it."
“Hmm?”
Sagan frowned. He was not sure who was arresting him until now. From his observation, he felt that these people did not look like imperial people, but they were not some chaotic forces.
What's even more strange is that the person in front of him gave him a sense of familiarity.
"Since I've got it, can I let me go?"
"Ha, where are you going?"
"I--"
Sagan's language was stagnant, and it was obvious that Abaddon could no longer tolerate him, and he would be dead when he returned. He betrayed the original legion and joined the Black Legion, and the verbalists would not like him.
seem......
He can only be alone.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and said:
"Who are you? What are the goals you have to capture me? Maybe... we can cooperate again."
"Sagan, Sargan, you will always have this virtue."
The man laughed contemptuously, suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Sagan's chin.
"Tell me, what is the purpose of Luo Jia's arrangement for you to the Black Legion?"
"Well!?"
Sargon widened his eyes. He didn't know why the other party suddenly thought about this. He rebelled against the Legion voluntarily, and he was impressed by Abaddon when he joined the Black Legion.
As a result, the other party smiled and said:
"You must think you were voluntarily, right?"
As he said that, the other party let go of his hand holding his chin and patted the demonic face on his shoulder.
"Do you think these two things were summoned by you? No, this was given to you by Luo Jia. Your every move from beginning to end is under his control, so do you understand why Abaddon secretly killed you? Oh, maybe you don't know that we solved the killer arranged by Abaddon, otherwise you would have been a corpse long ago."
"this--"
"I said, I have gotten from the slackness of your consciousness seal at that moment. Now the only thing you can do is cooperate and tell me what Luo Jia said to you at that time?"
Sargon's consciousness is now in chaos. He never thought that these things would happen to him. It is obvious that everything is out of his own will. Will his memories betray him?
But in a vague way, he felt that what the other party said might be true...
Really?
Suspicion was like a crack, gradually spreading through the barrier of his will. The days of spiritual interrogation itself had already made the barrier shaky.
Seizing this opportunity, the scorpion tail of the poisonous scorpion helmet plated on the backpack moved at an extremely fast speed and stinged towards Sagan's head.
Sagan's eyes flipped and he fainted in an instant, and his will barrier collapsed under the final impact of some force. A large amount of information poured out like a flood of a dam and was clearly visible to outsiders.
Half an hour later, the door opened again.
"It's over?"
"Um."
The scorpion helmet nodded slightly.
"Things are much worse than I guess. Luo Jia discovered the existence of the wise man very early. He arranged for Sagan to contact Abaddon to destroy the wise man's layout. The wise man's dark son arranged in the Black Legion is likely to be rebellious. He may encounter danger when he goes to the Alainich Abyss this time."
"What?"
When the bat helmet heard it, even the habitual frivolous accent disappeared and became very serious.
"No way... Luo Jia is such a stupid thing, can he actually do this kind of deployment?"
"When discussing whether he is stupid, you must first understand that he is a primordial after all, and does not Guterra have a saying, "You are wise and foolish."
“Now…”
"Call the ravens and the jackals and the dead eagle back to the Song of Killing and set off to the Abyss of Alenic. The wise man must not have any trouble. He is the only backup now. If he loses it, then the plan for ten thousand years..."
"But now Soshyan is fighting Huron and transferring the Raven, Dead Eagle and Jackal away, I'm worried that it may have an adverse impact on the situation."
"I don't care about that much now, and Soshiyan has enough self-protection ability to protect himself. Even if he can't defeat Huron for a while, he will not lose."
Chapter completed!