"Mortals have created interesting things."

The leader didn't look to Dogon's side, the shackles that bound him seemed to arouse the interest of the spiritual powerhouse, and his eyes focused on the broken machinery, unabashedly admiring them.

"Once upon a time, everything they dreamed of became a reality through their own efforts."

Dogon, however, was dismissive of this, staring at the shackles that had imprisoned him for many days, gritting his teeth, without the slightest hint of appreciation, and unabashedly belittled.

"But it's still insignificant, and these things are like children's toys to God."

"If it could be compared to God, God would not be called God."

The head thought about it, nodded as well, and thought for a moment.

"That's true."

"What should I do?" Dorgon asked.

"Go and save the others first, the plan needs more manpower."

The leader turned, he was preparing for the technique, and he didn't forget to remind Dogon.

"The tide in the spiritual realm has not ended yet, pick those contractors with enough ability, and those who can't enter the spiritual realm will be exempted, and nothing will happen."

"Understood."

Dorgon nodded, noticing that the Leader's back was to him, and he narrowed the distance between the two of them little by little, and his gaze became subtle.

"There's something I want to ask you."

Dorgon asked, as he approached.

"What's the matter?"

"How are you going to get that flesh out of Selene?"

Dogon's posture began to adjust, a charging maneuver, a basic movement commonly used in military training, and a specially trained special warrior could even cripple an ordinary Seren man with a single punch.

The leader seemed to be unaware of what was behind him, still concentrating on his preparations, and answering Dogon's questions with two minds.

"Already on the way, I changed the perception of going to the amoeba trading fleet, asking them to identify the ritual flesh as the cargo that the amoeba needs, and change the delivery location to the peacemaker."

"After arriving at the Peacemaker, if you can't wait for Amoeba to pick up the goods, those people will be suspicious, right?"

Dorgon was ready, his eyes like an old hunter staring at his prey, and even his breathing was as steady as possible for the next blow.

"No, it's the end of their journey, I've already arranged it."

The leader replied lightly, as if the ones he was talking about were not Serenes, but a swarm of insignificant ants, without even a hint of guilt.

Dogon's face grew darker.

"That's ......"

Dogon moved, and he threw the punch at the leader's back with all his might, and from the wrist of his swinging arm, a sharp blade that would have been seriously injured if he had been able to do so.

The killing intent completely filled Dogon's eyes, making him look so hideous and terrifying, the whole action was as fast and swift as a cloud, as if instinctive, without the slightest mercy and hesitation, he wanted him to die!

However, at this moment, a voice rang in Dogon's ears.

"It's too slow."

Click!

A huge force suddenly appeared from top to bottom, without the slightest warning at all, and the whole person who was unable to reach Dorgon was smashed to the ground by this huge force, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

He couldn't move at all, he couldn't even lift a finger, he was completely restricted, even more so than the previous shackles.

A mouthful of blood spat out, followed by bursts of sharp pain caused by broken bones and tendons, which can be dozens of times more painful than sprinkling salt on the wound.

"Ah——!h

Dorgon let out a wail, which wasn't what he wanted, but he couldn't control his brain's instincts.

After he was relieved, he looked at the head fiercely and asked intermittently.

"You...... How did you find out...... I...... Isn't it Dogon? ”

"It is true that the voice, demeanor, heartbeat, and even the behavior shown are exactly the same, but there are some things that are wrong, we don't care if the Lord is called God, the Lord is the Lord, and it is only the Lord, we will say God, and that is only convenient for you mortals in the outside world to understand, and we will not say this among ourselves."

"On the contrary, I wonder how you simulated Dogon's thinking fluctuations, everyone's thinking fluctuations should be unique, this can't be simulated."

The leader rubbed his chin in thought, alluding to this when he said 'mortals have created interesting things', but the impostor Dorgon didn't hear it.

“……”

It was only then that 'Dogon' had just reacted, his face was gloomy, and he remained silent, glaring angrily at the leader, with a resolute look of death.

"It's okay if you don't say it, I have a way."

The leader shook his head calmly, his palms facing in the direction of the imposter Dogon, and spoke.

“νασυγκεκριμναολκληρο，ολκληροσυγκεκριμνανα”

As the incantation was pronounced, a strange change occurred, and the limbs and parts of the limbs below 'Dogon' lost contact and were withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"You! What did you do?! ”

The head didn't pay any attention to the 'Dogon', he just stood with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling something.

After a while, the leader opened his eyes again and nodded knowingly, and 'Dogon' had completely 'withered', bidding farewell to this world with such a strange death.

"Take Dorgon's brain out of his body and transplant it into another person......"

"It's cruel enough for someone to come up with this method, don't you think? A clone of Dogon. ”

Staring at the Dolgon clone that had become a dried corpse, the leader felt no regret for killing one of his men by the way, not even the slightest guilt.

The leader's gaze turned elsewhere, as if he could cut through the overlapping barriers, and directly observe the members of the pilgrims who had been imprisoned.

"Most of the other people are like this, there is no value to save, it is too miserable, this world really should be saved by the Lord, and it can only be saved by the Lord."

The death of 'Dogon' does not mean the end, how can the trap planted by the empire be so simple, suddenly countless points of light appeared on the leader, this is the point of light of the gun-assisted aiming, and it also shows that the leader himself is becoming the focus of countless gunmen.

"Oh? It looks like I'm surrounded. ”

Even with such a threat, the head did not seem to be alarmed.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and a succession of power-armored warriors rushed in, literally encircling the heads of the pilgrims.

From among these people, a leading team leader came out, and he issued a warning to the leader.

"That's right, if you're caught, you'll still have a way to live, Mankref."

"Alive? Just like him? ”

The warning leader glanced at the dried corpse of the Dolgon clone, and the implication was obvious, a mockery of what the Empire had done.

"He's there to catch your means, that's all, if you ......"

"There's too much nonsense, so you'd better shut up."

The leader waved his hand, and another huge force suddenly appeared, striking the captain of the team who spoke head-on, directly smashing his entire person into the metal wall along with the power armor.

"Fire!"

Since language is no longer the problem, it can only be solved by force.