In an instant, everyone in the darkness felt the distorting pressure and rising temperature in the air, as if an invisible and untouchable black hole was forming in this small space, and the invisible gravitational force lifted their feet off the ground.

The soldier's acumen caused Isaiah to immediately open the shield he was carrying, but before that, a powerful, hurricane-like force slammed him down.

With the terrible sound of the mechanical metal clicking and breaking behind him and the sharp pain coming from his limbs, he felt that the limbs he had implanted with the alloy bones were torn apart in an instant.

The intact eyeball burst open with a "poof".

Hearing the sonorous sound of guns shattering one after another, Cangye clung to the wall behind him in horror, but still couldn't escape the oncoming vortex. Before he could shout, he felt the bones of his whole body shatter inch by inch.

Then, there was a moment of silence around them, as if they had suddenly entered another dimension.

As if sucked into the center of a black hole, Helo couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, except to feel something approaching him in the near-nothingness of darkness. The temperature of the confined space was as high as a microwave oven, as if the body was about to be melted away little by little.

"Sayara?"

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, he held his breath in fear and asked softly with a trembling shudder.

In the dead silence, there was the sound of men stepping barefoot on the damp ground, a scorching stream of air blowing near his collarbone, a finger against his lips.

"It's me."

The man's low, hoarse voice rang in his ears. But the tone was not familiar to him.

Before he could be frightened, a sharp alarm exploded overhead, and behind the metal wall there was a loud thud of particle bullets, crisscrossing light through bullet holes in all directions.

At this moment, there was a sound of metal breaking, and the body that was pulled and sore loosened, and Helo's whole person fell into a pair of powerful arms, and hugged him horizontally, a black mist shrouded him in it, and the rain of bullets and bullets could not hurt him in the slightest, and Sayero's arms blocked him for him.

Then, a sense of imbalance from the speed of movement swept him in.

After a whirlwind, the hand on his face was withdrawn.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in another place. It seemed to be the interior of a spaceship, and Sayaro held him in his arms, a hand passing under his arm, gripping the handle beside him.

The gauges on all sides lit up one by one, and the hull produced a strong vibration that initiated the ascent, catapulting them at the speed of light in the blink of an eye.

The driver's window lit up like daylight, and Helo saw a huge aura of light pass through the window, and then be engulfed in darkness for a moment. They're traveling through wormholes. The ship roared deafeningly, swirling and shaking, and finally slammed down, rose again, and seemed to land on a body of water, its hull waddling and flipping, shaking them off the driver's seat.

The cockpit took on a scene in the water, with a group of plankton swimming underneath their ship, bringing a dappled glow. Without time to think about which planet they had reached, Hero tensed uneasily, like a stranded fish clinging to the glass behind him, looking uneasily at the man pressed above.

Sayara's face flickered in the flowing light and shadow, and most of his face was covered by strands of hair.

He couldn't see what kind of expression it was, but he could feel the dangerous and scorching heat emanating from Sayero's body. The temperature was enough to burn through his skin, burn his muscles and bones, and burn all his internal organs into a mass of charcoal, black and mushy together, squeezing his heart beating up and down.

Knock Knock......

Knock Knock......

When the man leaned over, he instinctively bent his knees, and then suddenly felt that something was wrong.

His legs have become shorter and his hands have become smaller. And it's not a dream, it's not a memory.

The aura they crossed -

A thought cracked through his mind like lightning, and he was shaken.

It's a warp engine... The spaceship is powered by a warp engine, which can build a higher space-time subspace in space, and achieve faster-than-light flight, and Sayero must not have slowed down when he landed, and the guide time and space were bent, returning their bodies to the state they had been a few years ago.

He glanced up at Sayaro with a blank face, and immediately noticed that his hair had become shorter.

Their bodies have changed to the state they were a few years ago, and Sayero is nothing, but he has turned back into a half-grown child! Realizing this, Helo almost collapsed.

"No, no, no, no!"

He propped himself up on his arms in horror, held down by the large hands resting on his shoulders.

Looking at the person who only looked like a teenager under him looked at him in a panic, the previous arrogant and unruly look was gone, and the man's breathing became obviously heavy. The brain exploded so much that it almost exploded.

His eyes were covered with tiny bloodshots, and there was a turbulent undercurrent under his eyes.

Reason was torn into a barely discernible filament in the skull, crumbling.

Because the body has shrunk a lot, the already loose medical robe appears wider, and the open hem looms to reveal one of the young man's feet, and the beautiful arch of the foot is tensed into an attractive line due to tension.

Sayaro heard the sound of the filament being burned by the black flames.

And Helo didn't realize the imminent danger, so he leaned over to look at Sayero, who was bowing his head at the moment: "Sayero, you...... You okay? ”

Sayero's breathing was unusually heavy, and his muscular back rose dangerously like a dormant beast. Helo reached out and pressed his shoulder, but his ankle suddenly tightened, and he was dragged to the ground by Sayero, leaning down and pressing down, which made him see his eyes glowing with purple ghostly fire in the darkness.

- The potency of the Flower of Evil has been fully activated.

The Sayaro at this moment is no longer the Sayaro in his impression!

The moment he realized this, Sayaro lowered his head and pressed his lips. It was completely different from the first time, a rough and wild kiss like a beast devouring, full of intense lust.

Helo subconsciously turned his head away and punched Shayero in the jaw.

But the strength of the boy's body that had become a teenager was not lethal at all, and only hit Sayero's head slightly, and he took the opportunity to get up and shrink back, curling himself up in a ball in the narrow space that could not be avoided.

"Is it true that the guy said I was a Kronn and a replacement for that Elling?" He gritted his teeth and wiped his bleeding lips and let out a trembling roar, "You've been cheating on me for so many years? Sayara, I'm a replica of your brother, am I! So what the hell do you take me for! ”

An irrepressible and terrible urge prompted Sayaro to pounce and capture him in his arms. Helo flailed wildly at the hands of the man who grabbed him, and even bit him hard, but the more he struggled, the more Shayero felt that he was one step closer to madness. One step closer, there is an abyss.

He reached out and stroked the soft and messy hair of the person under him, and uncontrollably lowered his head to sniff the clean and mellow breath of his body, his throat was sweet and hot, and the blood was as hot as magma, almost burning him completely.

"You're not a substitute. You're my ......."

As if nirvana from the flames, a trapped beast that had been suppressed for many years crawled out from under the shackles of ethics and guilt.

"My ribs."

(The second half of the chapter picks up the author's words)