"Dear Mother, I think this is the last time you will see my letter. Just last night, our beloved Mermaid Lord let out an angry roar that I would sacrifice to the Mermaid Lord as a sacred sacrifice today. Please do not grieve, this is the glory of our Gadi, please be proud of me.

Your dear son, Sals Eddy, respectfully

July 24, 379

I conjured up a miniature firebird, shoved the letter into its mouth, and watched it fly out of the narrow, dark vent. The vents were the only way to connect to the outside world, and the clever Nords had designed it to be the size of a fist, and if it weren't for the air purifier installed here, I would have been driven crazy by the rot, the gore, and the smell of large doses of disinfectant.

It was a completely enclosed room—no, perhaps a beautiful "cell" would be more appropriate, with enough furniture to live, tables, chairs, beds, and even hangers, but there was no light to be seen except for the occasional light from the vents, not even a single candle for illumination. It's like a cold black iron box, with dullness and suffocation as its adjectives, and death as the destination of the people in this room.

"Hey Sals, you're writing to your mother again. Let me see what you wrote, 'This is the last time you see my letter'...... Oh poor boy, you know she can't take it. ”

I threw a flame directly at the person in front of me, but the person deftly avoided it. The flames smashed into the steel-made wall, but unfortunately, it didn't cause any damage to the wall, and it was extinguished before it didn't even splash sparks.

"March, if you read my mind again, I'll make you a perfect corpse."

"Hey man, it's just a joke, you know, it's so stuffy to be locked up here." My "cellmate" - March shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, and despite the smile on his face, his smile was noticeably stiff when he mentioned "here", and his eyes were full of despair. He stepped on the stool that he had knocked over, straddled his legs and sat down, and said with a dry smile, "It's really sad that the power given to us by our ancestors of the Gadi tribe was disliked by you of the same clan. ”

I squinted at the tall and burly man, and if the developed human brain is inversely proportional to the body, then I can guarantee that March must be a retarded man: "Please change your words, we are Gosai." 'Gadi' is just an insulting word imposed on our race by the invaders. ”

"Oh Sals, you hypocrite!" March slapped his forehead and shouted, "You just used the smirkluster 'Gadi' in your letter!" ”

I bowed my head and folded the letter in half, tore out the folds, and drew a horizontal line on the wall with a quill pen, and counted the number of horizontal bars on the wall, and there were already thirty, which means that we have been in this unpopular place for thirty days, a whole month.

Loneliness and pain are my feelings now. "That's just a lie." I stroked the round pendant with a crack on my neck, it was something my mother had left me, it was like the sea, it had a beautiful blue color, and whenever I thought of my mother, I relied on it to suppress painful thoughts.

"Gadi" is the weakest worm on our island, and even ants can proudly discriminate against it. But my mother kept me using this creature term to bow down to the invaders who built the empire. I don't understand this, but I don't rebel against my mother because of it.

"Wake up man, since the Nords invaded our island of Cezea, established the Ida Empire, and enslaved our Gadi...... Oh, I mean that since the beginning of our great Gosai people, the symbol of strength 'Gosai' has become a taboo name, rewritten by them, forgotten by our people. Look at ...... we're doing now."

March shook his head with a sigh as he pointed his battle-scarred fingers at the airtight "prison", a cell stained with the blood of our people who had resisted for freedom in this room - of course, they failed, the laser □□ pierced their bodies, and the corpses were thrown to feed the merfolk.

March put his hands on his forehead, which made it impossible for me to read his expression, but his voice sounded so sad that I even choked up a little: "We don't even have the right to freedom and equality, we are just slaves, just to fill the sacrifice of the mermaid race, you can't expect such a race without human rights and gradually declining to remember its glory and dignity." ”

"But," I coldly retorted, "our race can be weak and extinct, but it must not be forgotten by its own people. ”

March touched the slave brand on his hand and sighed, "Maybe you're right, but there's nothing we can do." ”

I fell silent at the same time as him.

The Gosai became the rulers of the island because of their innate abilities, but three hundred years ago, when our ancestors took in the homeless Nords, control of the island was brutally taken away. The Nords used their money and brains to master technology and build the Ida Empire, after which they abandoned their conscience and enslaved us with technology that we could not match, branded us with shame, and sacrificed us to the merfolk race.

It may sound strange that the mighty Nords would bow their heads to the merfolk, but it turns out that when this brutal centaur is angry, it can engulf the entire island of Cezea.

Our three races are like a pyramid, the Gosai are at the bottom of the lowly and the merfolk are at the top of the pyramid, and we can only look up to them.

I and several of my people are the sacrifices of "luck". We had the most delicious meal of our lives in this "cell", but it was like a hearty dinner before the prisoners were executed, wonderful and desperate.

I had tried to burn the heavy steel door with a high-temperature flame, but the sprinkler system had doused my fire.

Sadly, my people, so much so that they think that my actions are a disgrace to our race, for being a sacrifice is a great sacrifice and a glory to the whole race, and anyone who tries to resist is a traitor.

Thankfully, because of my past atrocities, I was placed alone in a separate "cell" with March, who was mainly asked to live with me.

I grieve for the ignorance of my people, but I firmly believe that freedom will not come too late, and I clench my fists and try to make the excited voice sound calmer: "Even if the fire of the race is about to be extinguished, I will fight to the end for a ray of light." ”

March's eyes widened: "Oh my God, Sals, you're crazy, you don't think about it...... Oh my, someone's coming! "Just as I was born with the ability to manipulate fire, March has a powerful ability: a psychic ability that senses the mental state of the creatures around me.

His face was very ugly: "God, the Empire has sent their proudest sharp-armored soldiers to escort us!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud mechanical sound rang out, and the cold steel door slowly opened to both sides, and the light that pierced my eyes forced me to squint.

I vaguely saw several sharp-armored soldiers walking in, their hard foot armor rubbing against the steel plate, sounding disgusting, like sharpening knives.

I felt a chill in my wrist, and the automatic mechanical lock wrapped around my wrists, restricting the freedom of my hands, and the laser □□ in front of me also pointed coldly at my heart.

The sharp-armored soldier raised his chin coldly and ordered us in a very contemptuous tone: "Go! ”

Look at their arrogant attitude, it's completely different from when they sent us in. I remember that at that time, they also told us in glorified language: "Please forgive us for our rudeness, this qiē is all for you." ”

This is really the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, for you? This is all an excuse for cowards to protect themselves, but the people believe this false lie. I think the people should really keep their eyes open, and see how ugly their faces are now torn through their disguises!

I felt a fire burning in my chest, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and I couldn't wait for them to taste what it was like to be burned to death.

But a voice in my head stopped me: Sals, have you forgotten what your mother told you? Don't try to stand up to the Sharp-Armored Warriors until you're safe, they wear the most high-tech armor in the Empire, wield the most advanced hot and cold weapons, they're a combination of power and technology, the Empire's most powerful mechanized humanoid weapon.

Yes Mother, you are right, I will listen to you, and I will never do anything until I am safe.

I let go of my clenched fists, trying to relax my expression as much as I could, and the sharp-armored soldier blindfolded me.

Darkness enveloped me, and I twisted my shoulders vigorously, pushing away the hand that was pressed against my shoulder, and followed the voice.

I heard a jumble of footsteps nearby, which seemed to be my companions, who seemed to be highly enthusiastic about the sacrifice, and whose steps sounded so brisk and excited.

I feel very cold, maybe I can't save them, but I'll do my best to save this race.

I took a deep breath, let go of my ears as much as I could, and "touched" this path to death with my senses, noting the direction.

…… Twenty-three steps, turn right, windy...... Two hundred and nine paces, the wind grew stronger and stronger, and I heard the sound of water...... Three hundred and fifty-seven steps, go up the transport ladder...... Four hundred and thirty-seven paces, I felt a faint light in front of me and heard the sound of the engine running.

If I'm not mistaken, we've reached the vicinity of the tarmac and are about to be loaded onto a transport ship and sent to the open airspace to be released to the sea to feed the merfolk.

[God, my dear friend, though I'm sorry to read your mind again, I have to stop you, do you know what you're doing? You're trying to resist, trying to escape from under the eyes of the sharp-armored soldiers. You know it's completely impossible, as long as you move sharply, the current emitted from the mechanical lock will paralyze your movement. 】

March's voice came into my head with spiritual power, and I was stunned for a moment before responding to him.

I know it's risky, but I have to. The ignorant people need to be liberated, and only those who come out of here alive are qualified to tell them the truth. 】

[Everything you do will be in vain, and they won't believe you—you're doing well in the "prison" and you seem to be so happy. 】

[Trust me, I will have a way. It's time, March, it's a pleasure to get along with you......]

[Wait!] Sals, sue me, what are you going to do? Maybe it's crazy, but I'm convinced by you. You are a man of thought and action, and what you lack is not strength, but an assistant. 】

I was silent for a moment and decided to believe him.

[Well, I will tell you the plan unreservedly, and I hope you are worthy of my trust. 】

Of course, my dear friend. 】

When the plan was finished, the sound of the engine sounded at close range, and the loud roar shook my head a little.

I was pushed up the boarding steps when I deliberately tripped myself and fell......

One, two, three, four, five.

Five seconds later, the current flowed through my body, and I shuddered, my body twitched instinctively, and my knee lost strength and fell forward for a moment.

March was right, the electricity emitted from the mechanical locks did paralyze me, and I was having a damn hard time moving a finger right now.

This meant that I would have to cut off the power to the mechanical lock in five seconds, or my plan would fail.

"Damn, can't you walk!"

There was a shout of anger behind him, and then, my fully paralyzed body was lifted up, and a minute later, I was thrown onto the cold steel floor. The blindfold was rudely ripped off, and by the time I adjusted to the light, I saw myself lying in the huge cabin, and the people were looking at me worriedly.

Fortunately, our people have not lost their conscience because of ideological aggression, and they are still so friendly and kind.

"Roll the edge!"

I received a brute force on my abdomen, and my body slammed into the wall of the ship with an irresistible force. The transport ship was just in the air, and the buzzing sound combined with the pain hit me, and it felt terrible.

"Hey, he can't move anymore, why are you still kicking him! Please apologize for your atrocities! ”

This voice is March. I struggled to open my eyes and saw that he was arguing loudly with the sharp-armored soldier who kicked me.

The scene is a bit chaotic.

I know that on the transport ship that takes off, the sharp-armored soldiers will not be able to use thermal weapons, otherwise the lethality will cause the transport ship to crash into the sea. And March, on the other hand, is also clever enough to keep his movements small, and without touching the mechanical locks, he scolds the violent sharp-armored soldiers.

Everyone's attention was drawn to me, no one noticed me, and I was able to move quite freely.

I moved my fingers, and my consciousness was gradually regaining.

I gave March a look and began our escape plans.