Ando woke up from a sharp pain in his neck. Judging by his medical common sense, he knew that he had been knocked unconscious, but his life was not at stake.

He tried to move his hands and feet, but immediately felt unable to move. He tied it up. Damn, what idiot would do that, he's going to kick his ass!

He opened his swollen eyes and looked around dimly through the crooked lenses of his glasses, and found that this was the auxiliary cockpit, and the lone wolf and Gu Kun were tied to the magnetic levitation seats around the control platform like him.

In the space outside the observation window, a red point of light was flickering in the distance, like a hungry beast's eye.

Ando's nerves thumped, knowing that something was wrong. They may have been hijacked.

Where is this kid Helo? As soon as his sluggish mind began to work, it suddenly froze.

Helo must still be guarding Sayero, and he doesn't know what the situation is with Sayero! , it's miserable, the internal worries haven't been solved yet, and now we are going to encounter external troubles, which is really ......

He turned his head to look and saw two familiar figures standing in front of the general control platform, talking about something, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It's the White Eagle siblings... Kidnapped them? What do they want to do?

Helo rolled over in a haze, fell to the ground unexpectedly, and woke up suddenly. As the sleepiness subsided, his mind cleared.

He also has to hack into Sayero's brain again to find out what happened to him and what secrets he is hiding.

The faint feeling of anxiety in his heart made his mouth a little dry.

He looked at his own image in the mirror, and the time for his gaze to jump out of the mirror was a moment's delay.

Gotta go to the bridge and see the others.

Helo opened the hatch, and as soon as he stepped into the orbital module, the hull of the ship shook violently, as if affected by a huge gravitational force, and tilted to one side.

"Warning, approaching an unknown target. Warning, approaching an unknown target. Warning, approaching an unknown target ......"

The automatic alarm in the ship began to be broadcast.

"All members of the team, please note that due to the strong magnetic field, the system will malfunction and the engine will lose power, please disassemble the hull and separate the rescue chamber ......"

"What's going on?"

The hull of the ship shook more and more, and Helo quickly passed on his clothes, helped the bulkhead to move to the window of the living quarter, opened the visor, and couldn't help but be stunned.

They were greeted not by the colony satellite they were supposed to go to, but by a space station.

It was large enough to accommodate hundreds of small military search and rescue ships like theirs, and judging from its exterior structure, it could be judged that it was converted from a large warship.

In addition, it is a destroyer style made by the neo-Nazi army.

Its whole body is pitch black, full of terrifying eye-like nuclear energy emitters, which can easily destroy hundreds of millions of lives and even small and medium-sized planets in war, and at this moment it is like an evil dragon sleeping quietly in dark space, and even its breath exudes a suffocating and dangerous aura.

And at this moment, what makes Hero even more creepy than its appearance is that the top of this space station flashes with a red laser beam, which stops every three times, which is a signal to warn passing ships not to stop.

Because this means that this is a private territory, most likely the lair of interstellar pirates roaming in space, or bounty hunters who have no fixed place to live. Those people are brutal, greedy, unprincipled, and can do anything for money, often gathering to invade some colonial planets with poor jurisdiction, and even occasionally attacking some small government warships, often causing interstellar riots large and small.

They're going to the entrance to hell.

Who the hell is messing around like this? Could it be that an intruder has kidnapped them?

Thinking of this, he immediately turned back to the living quarters, took out the spare weapons and equipment under the bed, fully armed himself, and walked towards the bridge.

As soon as he took a step, a figure burst out of the corner of the orbital module behind him.

"You'd better stay out of motion, my dear squad leader." The woman's cold voice was like a poisonous snake burrowing into his eardrum from behind, and a red point of light fell on one of his hands.

"Nightingale?"

Helo turned his head in surprise, and was slammed into the butt of a rifle and fainted.

"Sister, is it necessary to have such a heavy hand?"

The white eagle, who had followed, picked up the unconscious youth, tied him up neatly with an armed belt, carefully picked him up, and wiped his bleeding forehead.

The woman lightly ordered: "Don't talk nonsense, just leave him here, and go to the medical cabin with me." ”

"Medical pod? The cargo we want to send is hidden in the medical cabin? The boy stopped in confusion, his eyes widened, and he vaguely understood something, "You mean Sayero?" ”

White Eagle looked in the direction of the medical chamber in astonishment, thinking that this man was not simple, and he had something to do with the people in the 'Forsaken Domain'.

The Forsaken Ruins, as the name suggests, are a dark place forgotten by God, a lair of a group of intergalactic terrorists. Ten years ago, after the destruction of the underground prison in the sinkhole in Mexico, where the war criminals of World War III were held, many people fled to space, divided one side, and gradually formed their own power.

And this is the fortress of Isaiah, the "one-eyed duke".

Bai Ying walked into the medical area, looked out the window, stopped hesitantly, and helped the young man to the side of the operating table: "Sister, I don't think it's appropriate." If Thorn Heaven knew that we had sold our own people, and that we were still the survivors of the search and rescue, they would definitely send someone to hunt us down! And ......"

He pursed his lips, "And Helo will definitely hate us for this." ”

"Idiot. Roll over and open the emergency gates, our buyer has arrived. ”

The nightingale impatiently pointed the tip of the gun out the window.

The entrance to the huge space station has been opened, and hundreds of flying motorcycles carrying heavily armed soldiers have rushed towards the lifeship from the take-off pad, the dazzling lights piercing the darkness like arrows, and countless "anchors" used to hold the pedestrian track pierced into the hull, making a sharp and piercing noise.

A slender and graceful silver flying machine like a sports car followed and stopped not far away.

The door of the aircraft slowly opened, and the long figure rose into the air, the wing-like flying device behind it stretched out, and the black cloak-like of a priest flew like a fallen angel Lucifer who led people to hell.

The one-eyed, long-haired man looked down at the prey that came to the door at his feet, his red lips hooked.

"Shayaro, my old friend... And little Elling, oh my love, long gone. ”

***

Sensing that a mortal enemy had invaded the cordon, the consciousness scattered everywhere fluctuated violently, and Sayara's body spasmed slightly in the small frozen space.

The memory was like a maggot awakening in his body like a tarsal maggot, pressing along with the blood to the ventricles and gnawing at his heart.

Thick black smoke filled the air, the sharp whistling of fighter jets overhead, the deafening sound of explosions behind him, and orange flames floating in the air, like the end times of the "Yom Kippur" depicted by the ancient prophets. The mutilated, charred corpses buried beneath the collapsed rubble were all over the place, their withered hands curling upward, and the pungent smell of burning flesh filled the air.

This is Dante's hell, the bottom of the earth.

He was covered in a layer of invisible paint and walked on the ground, like a ghost roaming hell.

Before he could go to the bottom of this hell, the communicator in his ears and eyes rang out: "Shayero, I have successfully hacked into their central system, have you approached the 'prophet'?" ”

"It's coming. I've arrived underground at HQ and expect to complete the mission in ten minutes. ”

"Good. I'm here to tell you in advance, no matter what happens, don't stop. Mission first. ”

"Be careful."

He admonished, suddenly feeling a sudden palpitation. Without hesitation, without slowing down a bit, he quickly climbed up the smooth wall, avoiding each monitor with unmistakable precision, placing wall-mounted bombs in the electrical control gates on each floor until he reached the ground floor.

As he approached the terminal of the artificial intelligence computer known as the Prophet, a cacophony of electricity crept through the headphones.

"You'd better stop now. Ailing has been exposed, and now he is in my hands, and if you don't dismantle all the bombs you have planted within ten minutes, I promise, I will be fine...... Love him. ”

The man's cool threat burrowed into his eardrums like a poisonous snake.

"Don't listen to him. Even if he caught me, he couldn't stop me. My consciousness is still in their core network, and the combination lock has been cracked 80 percent. Destroy the Prophet, don't hesitate. ”

Elling's voice trembled and firm, like a blade piercing his icy heart.

He didn't answer anything, just put the disk into the Prophet's console, and pressed the button to detonate the bombs one by one at the neo-Nazi strongholds shown on the combat map.

More clearly than the flickering red dots on the screen were images of helmet-mounted glasses channeling into his retina.

The blonde youth appeared in front of his eyes in an extremely humiliating posture, quietly closing his eyes and bearing a qiē, like a fearless martyr, whose torn and defiled body bloomed with a dazzling flower of flesh and blood, and his pupils turned red.

"Don't hesitate, brother, for the sake of a better world, this qiē is worth it."

The voice whispered deep in his eardrums, holding back the pain.

"Ninety percent... Ninety-one percent... Ninety-two percent ......"

The low, dirty gasps, the burning of his skin with sulfuric acid, and the sound of a chainsaw cutting through bones pierced his skull one after another. And he turned on the nerve resistor on the helmet, isolated a qiē emotion, and continued the movements in his hand in an orderly manner like an emotionless machine.

Calmly pressed the last button, and he withdrew without hesitation as he had been here.

From the helicopter, he watched the sky-high building collapse inch by inch, burying thousands of corpses with his only relative, his most tacit partner.

When the orange flame of the explosion engulfed him, a thick cloud of dust fell from the sky, and the long-overdue sharp pain in his chest suddenly came, as if a collapsing mountain had crushed his spine and crushed him to his knees.

He buried his head in the snow-covered dust, his fingers digging deep into the crevices of the ruins.

Blood-red fluid from the eyes came.