"What a day to celebrate, my stupid and ignorant brothers."
A loud and vague double echo sounded, and Ssina was vaguely aware that the message was swarming through her senses, and the sounds spread through her, rising outwards in an ever-expanding realm.
It swept through the nest like a bottom-up breeze, then extended all the way, crawling into the void, crossing the gap in space, looking for those who are willing to listen.
But in the nest capital, this message was almost unaware of, and most residents turned a blind eye to the invisible vortex around them, as if they were blind.
Some people also tremble, or blink in a brief discomfort they don't understand, and may even pause to wonder what it means - and then shrug their shoulders, scold their stupidity, and continue their small and empty life.
Only in the offices of Star Port and the administrative organs, in the guild hub nodes and in the temple of the Mechanical Church, the Starsmen were yelling in their small beds, yelling in their sleep, and speechless.
These withered people formed a communication network to serve and maintain empires that hated them. In places where dense transmissions take a long time to cross the bay of stars, the star speakers could throw his or her voice into the subspace to convey information and instructions on behalf of their masters. To strengthen their defense, all experienced a soul-bound ritual - melting their eyes and fusing the light of the star torch, so they were hardly afraid of the raid of subspace creatures.
Their sensitivity to this unscrupulous illusion that was tormenting Ssina was almost negligible, and in their isolated hut, their physiological reactions were suppressed, a reservation for isolation of nightmares and troubled thoughts, and their patient caregivers had become accustomed to this uneasy sleep, calmly taking calming drugs to the unstable.
No one knows what is going on in the bottom nest.
It seemed as if in the whole world, Ssina was alone twitching and screaming, completely exposed.
Even in fear and pain, she was still angry at the nature of this spiritual storm, and the cunning and cruelty of the enemy could not be described in words.
No matter what kind of dark angel it is, it is cruel, perverted bastard!
That bastard, Ssina's soul had guessed the other party's intention. It wanted to feed her to subspace. Her power would be out of control and completely released, even briefly surpassing the limit, and then she would become a door.
What kind of terrible thing will come out after the door?
How deep will her soul be pushed into subspace after such a terrible ending?
Who would notice such a thing in the vast starry sky?
Probably no one knows-
Ssina's body twitched, pressing herself tightly with all her willpower to protect herself from pain, and a huge mental defense rose in her mind like a storm shield.
She chose to continue fighting, and no matter what happened, she swore to serve the emperor.
Freed from pain and recovering from the initial shock and panic, she sorted out her chaotic senses and received orderly rewards.
Now the subspace is a pool of oil. At least, as she thought, she found it for it, huge ripples expanded outward from the center of a tiny crack.
After she gathered her spirit, she seemed to see a portrait of the enemy: a transcendent snapshot that was dazzling at first, and then the light faded, and she probably saw its appearance, a demon with a head of a beast, covered in black and golden armor, and wings on its back.
It is not as prominent and terrifying as most demons, but it seems extremely secretive, quiet and difficult to detect.
With her efforts to maintain the stability of her soul, she tried to uncover the layers of veils of the echo of this enemy, but she was soon defeated.
A creature flew out of the center of a distant rift, a creature that had never been imagined, a creature composed of the most vicious parts of each predator, with a huge raptor with a beak protruding from a narrow, staring bird's eyes, four legs with sharp claws, and a human arm and bird wings on its torso. Two of them also hold scimitars and crystal staff, and metallic feathers scattered all over their body, flashing red and blue. This is not all, the creature's tail constantly swings from one side to the other, with stings of the size of a power sword, and long tentacles growing on its muscular shoulders with rows of suction cups on it.
But worst of all, it was talking to him.
"Oh, little sacrifice, let me suck my internal organs from your stomach, my mind from your brain, and let the crystal spire of the Lord of Changes come."
Her fear and helplessness made her scream uncontrollably, but now she seemed to have no strength, her weak limbs could not answer the brain's urging.
"Small sacrifice..."
The big bird snored, it seemed to be right in her ear, she felt the hard beak rubbing against her body, and then a tentacle touched her shoulder, a huge pliable pliers caressed her face, and a pungent sour smell made her sick.
"No! God Emperor! God Emperor blesses my soul!"
Just when she was so panicked, a desperate thought appeared, and this was the last glimmer of hope in her pain—
That man who looked ridiculous was accompanied by a group of guys with inexplicable alien shapes!
Then her scream stopped, trying to shout again, but only a faint hoarse sound was heard, she tried again, and heard a trembling cry, perhaps - or maybe not - she had been swallowed by the subspace.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
A rude voice rang out, and she tried to force herself to open her eyes, but it didn't work, and the demon was still by her side.
Just as the pointed beak reached towards her bulging soft abdomen and began to prepare for food, its consciousness suddenly changed and its eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Get your brother's big shot!"
A green light flashed, and then an illusion that looked like a foot hit the demon from top to bottom, smashing the thing that should be without substance.
Then she felt like she was falling, but was held back by something before she landed.
She finally opened her eyes and saw the dirty and greasy big face. Although she wanted to reach out and push the other person away immediately, she didn't have any strength on her body.
Then her after her eyes prejudice the green skin. It was wearing a strange helmet full of antennas, and it burst into a manic power similar to psychic energy. It was also controlling a strange trumpet-like weapon in its hand. Could it be that it had saved itself just now?
Realizing the fact that she was saved by a green skin made Ssina feel like she was still dreaming.
Chapter completed!