There was a faint cracking sound from the icy medical pod.

Nightingale glanced down at the figure in the cabin. His body was covered in a layer of frost and showed no signs of awakening. He put on a space suit, pushed the emergency hatch open, tied a rope to the medical module, carried the aircraft on his back, dragged the rope in one hand, and jumped out of the door with a gun in the other.

"Hello, Isaiah. Long time no see. ”

"Long time no see." The other man's chin was raised, and the corners of his lips were hooked under the brim of his hat.

"People are here, they are alive. What about my pay? ”

The gun was aimed at the head of the figure in the cabin, and the nightingale asked the communicator warily. Dealing with one of the most dangerous characters in the universe, he didn't dare to let his guard down.

"Already halfway to your interstellar account. But I have to inspect the goods first, and if it's a dead man, I'm not interested. ”

The one-eyed man known as Isaiah grinned, two of his polished fangs flashing between his lips. Under the nano-level transparent monocle, a laser electron eye that replaced the original eyeball glows with a faint fluorescence, like a demonic opal.

He removed the hood from his black cloak, revealing a handsome and almost feminine face and long chestnut hair, the ribbons of which fluttered in the night air, making him as suave as the aristocracy he had seen centuries ago, and there was no indication of what a cruel and violent man he was.

"Yes. You know the rules of trading. You alone, come in and inspect the goods, or I'll shoot him in the head. Nightingale tilted her head, glanced at the hatch, and pinched the bolt with her sweaty hand. Despite the other party's pleasant face, she still felt the suffocating pressure of the oppression.

The man's flying wings flapped behind his back, like a predatory vampire bat, and he reached the hatch in an instant, and before she closed the door, she grabbed the rope from the crack in the door and dragged the medical cabin to the door.

"Hmm...... Is this in cryo-dormant? ”

Under the muzzle of the nightingale, the one-eyed man calmly tapped the glass hatch cover with his finger bones.

"How about you pay me the next half of your pay?" The nightingale was a little anxious.

"Not yet." The man raised his eyelids nonchalantly.

"You want to go back?"

Nightingale clenched the door gate with one hand, her blood-red lips tensed.

"No...... I have a better build yì, you, join us. It is much safer to die for us than to wander around and escape from the thorn heavens. ”

The woman's eyebrows jumped.

"Why don't you think about it and recruit me together?"

An icy voice pierced coldly into the turbulent air.

Helo, who had just woken up, pointed the gun in his hand at the temple of the white eagle, approaching step by step, and was knocked unconscious by the butt of his gun, and the muzzle of the gun slowly moved away, aiming at the uninvited guest.

The dazzling white light that came through the door illuminated the person who had been peeled out of the shadows, and his fluttering silver hair enveloped him in a halo, and his cold blue pupils burst out with a breathtaking bright color.

Isaiah stared at him, his intact blue pupils bursting with a complicated look, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he were crying.

"Oh, dear Elling, my angel...... Long time no see. ”

He licked the corners of his red lips, looked at the young man in front of him who was as beautiful as a hallucination, his eye sockets with electronic eyes contracted unconsciously, and he faintly felt the sharp pain of being gouged out of his eyeballs.

"What Ailing? You've mistaken someone! ”

Hearing the other party's tone as if he had seen an acquaintance reunited after a long absence, Helo held his gun and squinted at the unrecognizable figure against the light.

Based on his voice alone, he had no impression, and it was absolutely impossible for him to have anything to do with the terrorists in a hellish place like the Forsaken Domain.

"How so? How could you possibly forget me? Isaiah smiled dumbly, his voice lengthened meaningfully, and a hand ran over the surface of the medical chamber and sighed mournfully.

Helo glanced fiercely at his hand, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger, and a bullet grazed the back of Isaiah's hand with a fiery sting.

"Stay away from him, or I'll ruin your dirty hands." Shaking the head of the gun, Helo stared at him fiercely.

"Oh, my sweet little angel, why do you bother to see so much! I just want to invite you two brothers to come to the door to catch up, since you are here, why don't you come into my residence and have a cup of afternoon tea? ”

The man exited the hatch, his wings spreading out in the air, his hands outstretched, and he gestured as a warm invitation. Behind him, a group of troops on flying motorcycles were already tense, and the muzzles of hundreds of large particle guns had been aimed at this group of distinguished guests who had been "invited" by him.

Helo knew that unless a wormhole appeared in front of them immediately, no matter what they resisted, they would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Helo gritted his teeth, tossed the gun aside, and reached for the rope that had been dragged out.

"Good. Welcome to...'Forsaken Realm'. ”

The door to the space station slammed shut behind him.

After being escorted out of the narrow passage, Heloh discovers that contrary to the name "Forsaken Domain", this is not a ruined ruin forgotten by God, but a closed kingdom, a castle built on this behemoth warplane, like the island bred on the carrion of bloodthirsty monsters in the fantasy story, a breeding ground for beasts, a happy nest for devils.

The interior of the battleship was decorated in classical beauty, and the walls were covered with looted trophies, from ancient art collections to high-tech weapons, and even human specimens - beautiful boys and girls, dressed in vintage robes, nailed to the walls like dolls, but still blinking and smiling. Despite knowing that it was an implanted artificial nerve at work, Helo still felt a chill down his spine.

This Isaiah is an out-and-out pervert. Ando is really small compared to him.

After being escorted to a lifting platform, they slowly ascended.

Hero looked around and saw that the battleship was six or seven stories long, estimated to have thousands of cabins of all sizes, the terrain was as intricate as a labyrinth, and heavily armed soldiers could be seen everywhere. This is not only the guy's private fortress, but also a military base, and he has enough combat readiness to destroy an American colonial satellite.

Until you find out the situation here, you can't escape.

The lift platform reached the top floor with a roar, and when the hatch on the top floor slowly opened, Helo was presented with a large golden cabin.

Its interior resembles the palace of the ancient kings summoning their courtiers, with a wide aisle in the center, a pure gold chair suspended at the end of the aisle, and an electronic oil painting of a martyr behind it. The white-robed martyrs were hung upside down on the cross, blood gurgling out of the thick shadows, and death seemed to be indefinitely prolonged in this space, making people feel suffocated.

Maids in long white dresses knelt neatly on both sides of the aisle, invariably wearing electronic collars around their necks. This symbolizes that they were Kelon slaves who were made in batches.

Touching the electronic collar that had been put around his neck before entering the place, Herro had the illusion of being one of these Kiron slaves, and even more humiliating was that there was an invisible electromagnetic induction chain on the collar, and the end of the chain was held in the hand of the one-eyed pervert.

Glancing at Sayra's medical pod behind him, he forced himself to calm down.

Now he is not only alone in the swamp, but also weighs on him.

When Isaiah swung his mechanical wings and landed on the golden "throne", the portrait of the martyr turned into a display screen, and Hero noticed that the screen became his own face.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" He asked, his knee kicking mercilessly, and he fell to his knees unexpectedly, his knee bones slamming heavily against the hard deck.

"As a guest, you have to learn to be polite first." A man stepped forward from behind him, his gun aimed at his forehead, his gaze froze slightly as he met him.

Helo felt that this man was somewhat familiar.

The man in front of him had an Asian face, black hair flying like a hedgehog, looking down at him with his arms crossed, and his expression was full of hatred.

"Cangye, this is our honored guest, you have to be polite to him." Isaiah said with a smile.

"Cangye." The name made Herlo's eyelids jerk and he remembered who this guy really was.

Helo's face was expressionless, avoiding Cangye's gaze, but the memories of years ago reappeared in his mind, making him break out in a cold sweat.

- That's his companion from the orphanage. One of those bad guys who bullied him a lot.

He will never forget the nightmarish decade spent in the orphanage.

The pain of being bullied, enslaved, and humiliated was engraved in his bones like a brand, fermenting into a piercing hatred. Shortly after following Sayaro out of the orphanage, he hacked the orphanage's network to investigate the bullies and plan to take revenge. But then he found out that within a few days of his departure, the guys had disappeared one by one, and the broken bodies had been found in various garbage recycling stations in the city - and he knew on his toes that it was □□ Saya.

But only the leaves were not found.

This was a knot in his heart, and he could never have imagined that he would meet someone here who brought him the shadow of his childhood.

It's too coincidental, could it be that at that time, this group of people had already premeditated and sent Cangye to lurk in the orphanage to spy on him? Wait a minute...... But how can they be sure that Sayaro will adopt him?

Isaiah leaned back in the chaise longue and folded his wings, his eyes fell on the young man who was forced to kneel before him, and he looked him up and down, he bent down slightly, tightened his chains and pulled him in front of him unexpectedly, one hand pinching his chin.

"Elling, do you still have to pretend you don't know me?"

His tone was a little plaintive, but there was a twisted and hideous pain between his eyebrows, as if he felt extremely sad, and his eyelids were slightly red.

"What Ailing? What the hell are you talking about? ”

Remembering that the "chief" who appeared in Sayero's brain also mentioned the name Elin, Helo frowned in confusion, his thoughts a little messy. Why did this man assume that he was Ailing as soon as he opened his mouth?

"It really saddens me...... Didn't Sayaro save your memory? ”

Sensing that he was not disguised, Isaiah's face turned cloudy and darkened.