"... As I expected, you can already disperse your power, and you should or can reclaim it. All the lives that receive your power can become puppets with one thought. Fortunately, my true consciousness is not stored in this body, it is just a puppet, and you just have the highest right to use it."
Everything Amnak described sounds quite complicated, but after careful consideration, Soshiyan suddenly felt a little creepy and whispered:
"Those warriors who have transplanted grey graft..."
Amnak chuckled and said meaningfully:
"You can take away their consciousness and life in one thought."
"Xerxes...why did he make this kind of thing?"
"Maybe, this was not what he prepared for himself? Or is he himself just a test subject?"
Realizing that the other party was pointing something else, Soshiyang narrowed his eyes and then leaned back.
"What do you want to say, why not make it clear."
Amnak walked forward, and a depressing voice came from under his helmet.
"Think about it, what a terrible power this is. You will become a strong man on both the subspace and the physical universe, even... God! After my plan failed, I was almost desperate, but in you, I saw hope, my master, stepping on the ladder of God, I will follow you! Give up the shackles bound on your soul, give up those meaningless loyalties, and live for yourself like me, you will become the true God King, and dominate the God and the mortal world with your wife and servants!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party coldly, and suddenly started to sneer after a few seconds.
"Amnark, I discovered that you have no other skills, but daydreaming is definitely a top-notch. You see, we are on the battlefield now, surrounded by enemies, and may be wiped out at any time, and then you are asking me if I want to become a god."
Amnak was stunned at first, then laughed.
"Did you really treat Huron as your opponent?"
He shook his head, then turned toward the bridge gate.
"I go directly to the teleportation room and ask the Star Speecher named Ania to help."
Soshiyang looked at the other person's back, his thoughts rolled in his heart, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.
He sighed softly, leaned heavily towards the commanding throne, then tilted his body to the right, pressed his elbow against the handrail of the throne, supported his forehead with his right hand, and covered his eyes with his palm, hiding his face in a shadow.
"Soshiyan, Soshiyan, remember, you are just Soshiyan, nothing else..."
After talking to himself, he calmed down and waited for the expedition to talk about everything. Then he put down his hands and sat upright, turning his eyes to the tactical display device.
After discovering a fleet approaching, two strike cruisers immediately turned their bows to try to intercept, but the ships were extremely fast, two of which were completely shaped by subspace forces. The hull was extended with huge wings composed of metal and hollow flesh. The churning tendrils surrounded by rainbow-colored matter sprouted on the hull and the rear deck. Each tendril was several hundred meters long. The docking compartment was similar to the flesh jaws of insect-catching plants or the stomachs of wild beasts covered with poisonous fangs. Its gun crew looked more like the stings of some deadly insects.
These demon ships can interfere with the aiming equipment of surrounding warships and release a sound that can hypnotize people's hearts. After these sounds enter the ship through communicators, it is easy to cause the crew to fall into a coma or sleep.
Only one ship still maintains a relatively normal form, it has a noble name-
Crown.
In the fire of the Imperial Fleet, the Crown's bridge roared, its plasma heart rumbling, and the crew whispered softly, each of them as fat distortions, their heads hidden under the uncharacteristic hard-plastic helmets, with weird symbols etched on them, and the helmets were fixed to the toothed neck armor with rivets to protect their necks, and their swollen torso was worn without any but oil and scar tissue, and their arched legs were hidden under the rags picked up.
At this time, the command deck was closest to the real silence. Everything on the bridge was wrapped in slippery sebum, the messy flesh and blood attached to the wall, the blood vessels pulsating with oil and electricity, bundles of cables squirmed in the rotten air flowing out of the vents like silent snakes, and the jagged figures leaned on the walls and decks, with bare skin intertwined with the soft tissue close to the wall.
Lucius had been standing on the bridge for several hours, staring at the battlefield hovering outside the observation port, and his hand armor tightly held the hilt of the sword of the Lar Sword hanging from his waist.
After a while, the Slaanes champion retracted his gaze and turned around and asked at the huge seat in the center of the podium next to him.
"If I don't come back in an hour, you and the performer will leave immediately."
A girl in a black gothic dress stood on her gorgeous throne. She looked very young, perhaps even below Lucius' knees. A pair of golden and black eyes on the white porcelain-like angel face exuded a strange charm, as if the skin of the first snow reflected the light of tactical three-dimensional projection, and only a few purple branches were hidden under the skin and could be seen faintly.
In the past, she used to smile, but now she is only worried.
"Lucius, this is not a game you should intervene, leave the big vortex."
A strange smile broke out from the scarred face of the Immortal, and then said in a soft tone of self-talk:
"Curiosity is the original sin of man. During this period, I have been investigating and collecting everything about the Astral Knights. Although it seems that nothing is found, the mere clues have already made me deeply trapped. There must be a huge secret hidden in it... And someone who once, or almost killed by me, is likely to be hiding in it. I am not a smart person, but I have a pair of eyes that are sharp enough."
He then looked at the demon hiding under the girl's skin.
"Cleon, what are you escaping? What are you hiding from me?"
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After several minutes, she whispered:
"This is not your game, Lucius, it has surpassed the level you can understand... I don't know anything, I can say nothing, but you will get crushed when you get involved, let's go, Lucius, go chase your perfection, don't get involved in this game and dispute."
"Is it that Cleon, you're talking to me, or... another person wants to tell me this?"
Lucius smiled and shook his head.
"I'm really sure to play this game. If this is the end of my life, it doesn't seem to be very bad."
The performer glanced at Lucius and whispered:
"The landing craft is ready."
Lucius nodded, turned around and was about to leave, and the performer immediately said:
"Owner--"
Lucius stopped and looked at him, and the performer lowered his head.
"Inspiration does not exist outside of your body. The true truth is in your heart, always there. In order to find it, you must cut everything out, cut deeper and deeper until you reach the bottom. Once you have nothing, the only thing left is the truth. This is what happened to you, the immortal, you are about to discover the true truth."
Lucius sneered.
"You have already said that you should prepare your ceremony. I really don't have the confidence to walk to Soshiyang by relying on more than 200 people recruited from the Red Pirates."
"Owner!"
A sticky and slightly nervous sound came from the slave who controlled Bird Buyi.
"The transmission beam was detected, from the other party's flagship! The target is Poppy!"
"Um?"
Lucius frowned. Although the Poppy did not turn on the Void Shield because of the interference, would the other party commit suicide by using the transmission beam at this distance?
"Intercept it."
"The Dark Prince is on! An emergency signal from the Poppy! The enemy has entered the hull!"
"quantity."
Lucius calmly asked that the probability of success of this long-distance teleportation is less than 10%, and there are not many people on the other side.
“One…one.”
Chapter completed!