Who is here?
Ssina couldn't answer this question herself.
She was about to escape when she heard the conversation outside, but suddenly the spiritual power broke through her defense like a tsunami on the beach, surging on her body, drowning every part of her thoughts, causing her to drown and die, breathless.
"it--"
As soon as she spoke, all her words were blocked in her throat.
It was a blood-red iron hook that hooked under her ribs, dragging her soul to rise and rise.
Or maybe a red soldering iron burned her body, but what was burned was not a word or symbol, but a vision, an image, or an event.
A vortex of the soul enveloped her, boiling the air, without direction, but it was very powerful, exploding in the air like a shock wave at the highest point, invisible or touching, but it was still terrible.
At the center of it is a scream—a sound that hides pain and fear, when it is swallowed, roaring its fear into the depths of the subspace: hungry beasts scramble to it, splitting it into pieces before the echoes have disappeared.
"I am Mabas, the Avenger of Caliban. I will return from the curtain of time to get my things, brothers, come and find me."
Then the sound disappeared, and Scina's soul seemed to fall from a high altitude, and her vision returned to her. She saw a group of strange things surrounding her. The most conspicuous one was the man wearing sunglasses. At this time, he was holding a delicate box in his hand, made of a slightly red wood, emitting a faint fragrance.
Ssina blinked and then screamed:
"Give it back to me!"
But she had no strength at all, and the other party ignored her and opened the box directly, revealing a storage bead inside.
As soon as he left the box, the orb emitted a light green light, and gradually filled the room with crisscrossing luminous rays, and then some images appeared.
Wearing black armor and cloak, we can see the obviously mutated Chaos Space Marines running in the fire and keep shooting. Their shoulder armor is a sign that can be vaguely seen by long swords and wings.
Many people struggled in the flames, holding their arms begging and screaming, but they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies, men, women, children and old people, they struggled, twisted, screaming, just like crazy twisting candles—
Another group of warriors in black armor roared over, and they drove a feather-like flag on the motorcycle. The leader was a warrior riding an anti-gravity motorcycle and wielding a long sword. His shoulder armor also had a long sword and wings logo—
The two groups of warriors wearing similar armor chased and fought each other, and explosions continued to occur in the middle, causing more areas to burn.
Suddenly, a huge thing appeared. It seemed to be shrouded in the black fog, only a beastly head was revealed. It seemed to be laughing wildly, while the warriors riding motorcycles kept firing at it.
The camera swayed, a man who looked about thirty years old appeared and silenced his hand gesture, his chest was a shiny golden rosette—
Then the shaking intensified, and screams began to appear in the middle, and some vague conversations could be heard.
"First Legion..."
“Samuel…”
"It must be explained...traitor..."
“Go quickly…”
Finally, the picture stayed at the scene of a man falling to the ground with a depressed look, and was frozen on a rosette in the blood-stained Inquisition.
After reading this, most of the people in the team looked at each other and were confused, but Rozim was sweating all over. As the "high-level" in the battle group, he knew no less than the ordinary company commander. He immediately realized that he was really involved in trouble, and it was a big deal, and even Soshiyan might not be able to take care of it.
He already regretted getting this woman on the pirate ship, but now he has gotten on the pirate ship by himself.
"Boss, what are these... I see those Space Marines as if the logo is dark-"
"Shut up!"
Rozim immediately interrupted Isven and said sternly:
"Don't think about it, don't ask, no one can save you if something really happens. Forget everything you see today. All of you are. If you talk nonsense, I won't care if something happens."
Seeing that the other party was so serious and serious, Isven immediately shrank his neck and nodded.
"Yes, yes, I get it, boss, I'm rotten in my stomach."
Rozim then waved.
"You all go out first, brother, stay."
Although he didn't know the true origin of Tassinra, Rozim knew that their "family" had something, especially the psychic man seemed to be out of control just now, Tassinra stopped the other party as soon as he came in.
After the others left, Rozim squatted in front of Ssina with the box.
"Sister, why are you so big? You dare to touch the dark angels?"
"Give it back to me!"
"Okay, okay."
After getting the box, Ssina hugged her tightly in her arms. After her mood calmed down, she looked at Rozim.
"You know the Dark Angel, it seems that you are not an ordinary person either. Which judge did you send it?"
"I?"
Rozim pointed his finger at his nose and then laughed dryly.
"Do you believe me if I said it was sent by the Emperor's grandfather?"
Ssina looked at the other person, then looked at Tassinla again, and suddenly nodded after a moment of silence.
"I believe it."
"Ah? I just said that you believe me, Brother Mao?"
"All this is probably the arrangement of the throne... Let me formally introduce myself. I am the entourage of Judge Inal to the Inquisition of the Heresy, an Ita-level psychic, a second-level fortune teller, and Ssina Xia."
Rozim scratched his head.
"I guessed it."
"My master was killed by the Dark Angel for discovering some dark secrets. The murderer was Samuel, the Dark Angel's Crow Winged Corps. I am the only one who can avenge him."
"Uh...why? It's already like this. There's no need to compensate yourself anymore. You should leave this matter to someone else."
Ssina shook her head.
"No one really wants to avenge Judge Inal. They just want to achieve their goals with this, and even the Expeditionary Force is covering up the Dark Angels."
"Then you are alone..."
"Mr. Rozim, as long as you can take me away and go to Terra, anything... I'm willing!"
"Ah? Are you going to Terra?"
Ssina nodded very firmly.
"As long as these are sent to the headquarters of the Trial Court, there will definitely be someone who can come forward to avenge Judge Inal and let the truth be revealed!"
"No, why are you so persistent in taking revenge? He...he is just your employer."
"No......"
Ssina lowered her head, tears dripping from her chin.
"He is still my only relative, my...brother."
"Ah this--"
Rozim gasped and muttered in a low voice:
"The Dark Angel will definitely not give up now... I must silence you. Now I'm really in decline. I haven't earned money to get a lot of shit."
Chapter completed!