"As father, you said, Black Rage is a disease-like existence. It is not stable. As long as it is not triggered, it is a normal person. At least the dark power on him is still dormant, so it is hard to say the future."
"I hope my destiny can favor him..."
"Father, I think the appearance of black rage is also related to his inner pain and regret. It is not his own pain. I have seen many people."
“Many people?”
Soshyan thought for a moment and clapped his hands gently.
"The Cryinger has never had this situation in the past, and this time it was just Malakin. Could it be that... Black rage is actually a slow accumulation process. Some people are faster and some people are slower. Malakin is the one who bears the entire battle group's black rage, but... how did he do it?"
After thinking for a while, he couldn't think of any result. Soshiyan is not easy to ask the other party directly now, and this is likely to be related to the internal secrets of the Cryer. Although everyone has a good relationship, he still has to feel a sense of boundaries. If there are members of the Suffering Alliance who also peek at the secrets of the Knights of the Astral Realm, he will be uncomfortable.
If you put your heart in mind, Suoshiyang could only let go of this matter, or wait for Malakin to take the initiative to say it.
"Since you're fine, send him back to the wailers... By the way, Bandalam, you're getting close to the Tyron Hornet Fleet this time. Do you have any special feelings or discomfort?"
Bandalam shook his head.
"I am no longer their race. Although I can hear the distant cry, it is more like a rascal."
"The prophets can only sense the shadow formed by a huge will in the subspace. Bandalam, I really have many doubts. For example, the direction of each invasion of Tyron is different from the invading race. Does this mean that they are actually divided into many individuals, rather than a completely unified will? If so, does this mean that Tyron is actually a tool of a certain race? Or, all Tyrons actually come from a larger whole. If so, from the direction of their invasion, wouldn't it mean that the entire Galaxy is surrounded by them? Is they coming to the Galaxy just for hunting instinct or have other purposes?"
After listening, Bandalam floated up and stretched out his slender white hands.
"Father, that's all I know."
Soshiyan knew the other party's meaning and took a step forward, and Bandalam immediately put his hand on his forehead.
The next second, he entered a unique vision, as if he was stripped from the real world and entered a unique space, and in this space you can see many existences that are neither realistic nor subspace.
First of all, there is darkness, surrounded by endless darkness, and against the backdrop of this terrifying vision, some flashing light can be seen, but these glimmers have been obscured by some unparalleled shadow, but this is even just a tendril of existence, whose body extends outward, tightly wrapped around a higher dark dimension like a coil, and then extends again to a dimension outside the dimension, and then a more distant dimension, until its parts come together, and what is finally formed cannot be seen even Soshiyang.
When he blinked, Bandalam had already returned to the ground.
Soshiyang sighed softly to relieve the pressure in his heart just now. If he guessed correctly, that glimmer is actually the Milky Way, which means...
"...This is really the worst case, it doesn't need to surround the galaxy, it just needs to extend a small part... Then what we are facing now is probably just a small part of the tentacles."
The pressure that was relieved just now increased again. This was not only an empire, but also an Ada's business, and the entire Galaxy creature.
"Father, don't worry too much. Its will is very slow, just like a claw demon. Although he has a quick hunting consciousness, it only focuses on the prey in front of him. His behavior is not driven by thoughts or wisdom. It is most suitable to describe it with the four words of seeking profit and avoiding harm. However, it is a smart and stupid beast that can deal with changes in battle as fast as possible. However, it has little attention and countermeasures for things outside the battle, and will not even fight without a chance of victory because of emotions such as anger. It is very petty. When the loss of the battle is far greater than the profit, it will definitely give up."
Bandalam's words made Soshyang's eyes lit up.
"is that so?"
"Yes, father, this is its nature, its basic logic is expansion, and any behavior that is harmful to expansion will be avoided immediately, so if it is seriously injured during hunting, it will retreat and run away."
"If that's the case, no..."
Soshiyang walked back and forth with his hands on his back.
"Bandaram, can you control Tyron creatures?"
Hearing Soshyan's question, Bandalam said with his hands behind his back and lowered his head:
"Father, I can't do it, I'm sorry."
Soshiyang walked over, squatted down and picked him up.
"I just asked casually, thank you this time, but I've helped me a lot, Bandalam."
Bandalam only smiled after receiving Soshyan's praise.
Soshyan then called Duran and asked him to arrange for the spaceship to send Malakin, who was still sleeping, back to the battle barge of Mother of Tears, without saying much in the middle.
After receiving Malakin, the only remaining pharmacists of the Cryingers immediately checked their commander to prevent being tampered by the Spirits. However, after the inspection, they were sure that this was their commander, and even the injuries on their bodies were healed. As for Malakin's sleepiness, the Holy Blood Priests knew very well what was going on. They did not explain but quickly transferred him to a secret cabin.
In this case, the second company commander who was temporarily acting as a temporary commander of the war, expressed his sincere gratitude to Duran, not only because they saved Malakin, but also because they saved so many people of the empire. Even if they were aliens, good deeds were good deeds.
This attitude was praised by Duran. Although both sides were a little unhappy before, he later told Soshiyan that the Space Marines of the Crying Man were at least one of the few "reasonable" people among humans, which is already a very high evaluation.
However, during this period, the company commander of the crying cried out indirectly inquire about the origin of Duran and other Phoenix Imperial Guards. Obviously, they realized that this group of spiritual races was not the ark spirits they knew, and even asked who "my master" was in Duran. However, Duran kept in mind Soshiyang's request and said nothing extra, and basically left after handing over the person.
Chapter completed!