Ryan's current state of mind can be said to be mixed, but all in all, discomfort is his main feeling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, it was like this from the beginning, from the first time he saw these spirits, Ryan felt that a group of people had become the prey of each other------ and then neatly bundled and packed, and finally locked in this airy cage on all sides.

It's not accurate to say that it's a pass, the Spirit Prophet also mentioned to him that there are no guards around them, as the so-called "allies", as long as they don't shoot at a pointed ear head that is not pleasing to the eye, then the other party will definitely not move them. If you want to go, you can do whatever you want, no one will come out to scold you-------- of course Ryan wonders if someone's brain is so hot, who will run away by themselves? Where can you go if you get out of this camp?

The only thing that upset him was the attitude of those aliens------ as long as he met any of them, Ryan would feel that he had been cut a few centimeters taller.

And the appearance of the Dark Remnant just now has deepened this mentality. The relict techno-sergeant, who called himself Marco, looked about as tall as a Space Marine in Terminator armor, and he was surrounded by several mechanical creations that looked like wolves. All in all, he was defiling the emperor from top to bottom, and he himself felt nothing, but kept saying meaningless empty words, and left without saying a word useful.

This was an insult to the Emperor's army, and no doubt what, and even more unacceptable to Ryan, was that the Elves were consciously by his side, with his men, the remnant soldiers who were also wearing power armor, and no matter how you looked at them, they were closer to "allies".

Ryan turned his mind to the present, take one step at a time, he thought so, for the sake of the emperor, we have done our best, as for what these heretical aliens want, Ryan can only say that he will not let them get their wish.

"Aikman."

"Huh?"

"How does that thing smell?"

Aikman's face turned into a raisin.

"Forget it." Ryan waved his hand to stop the other man's words, "I should have known. ”

Earlier, it seemed out of cheap sympathy or obligation for these pathetic "inferior creatures"? The sprouts brought them something to eat -------. It made everyone feel a little uncomfortable, because the aliens felt like feeding a dog. But since there is food delivered to the door, there seems to be no reason not to eat it, and the dry food they brought themselves is almost bottoming out, and after such a long time of carrying, what can -------- say about the taste? You can literally use it to pave the way. True, this refers to ration No. 3, which was depleted in previous battles.

If a person really breaks the jar and breaks it, the power is quite amazing. In their current situation, let alone accepting handouts from aliens, even if it is a bribe from a Chaos traitor, Ryan can accept it without blinking.

But out of some whimsical thinking, Ryan wasn't the first to eat. Aikman had just taken the last bite of his share, so Ryan asked his own question. But for now, the situation does not seem to be rosy.

"Mm-----mm

Ryan finally couldn't hold it back: "Don't show off Lao Tzu!" Broken mouth! If I suspect it's poisonous, I'll be the first to try it before all of you! ”

Sridol, Schmead, Randy Field, and a bunch of other guys sitting around the fire finally burst out laughing, and even Brandon shook his head and smiled bitterly. This time, it was Aikman's turn, and his face was a little hanging.

"Uh, sir, actually, about this thing-------" Ikman stammered trying to find himself a staircase.

Ryan stared viciously at the other man's triangular eyes, which stabbed Aikman back several times.

"--------'s not bad." Aikman finally gave up his resistance like a deflated ball.

This time, even the guys who couldn't hold back their laughter couldn't hold back anymore.

Ryan deliberately took a piece of the elven reward from Sriddor, who was burping with a smile: a palm-slap-sized, orange-orange-yellow, generously weighted, pinched like a piece of clay. He put it in his mouth, and was annoyed to find that the thing actually melted in his mouth, and he couldn't even chew it, except for a faint salty taste, there was no smell or taste, like swallowing a mouthful of seaside air.

Eventually, Ryan couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't laugh!" He raised his voice and yelled, but it backfired, making the soldiers around him laugh even more arrogantly.

Thankfully, the shield that the Eldars had placed around them completely blocked out all sound and light leakage, so that they would not expose their targets.

Suddenly, he found a place that was not very gregarious------- among the smiling soldiers, a guy who did not smile, it must be as dazzling as the green skin standing in the middle of the bean sprouts.

"Vibori?" Ryan asked, but he didn't answer.

Vibori kept his head down and muttered something, and Ryan approached, only to feel an astonishing heat.

"Medic!" Ryan shouted.

Randy Field, a mederadic, rushed forward to hold down the frantically struggling Vibori, "Come on a few people to help me hold him down, quick!" ”

A group of people pressed on it like hungry tigers, some holding down their arms, some holding down their legs, and finally they were able to hold Vibori to the ground. Ryan could barely hold down one of his arms with all his strength-------- he couldn't believe that Vipoli had such strength.

"Press him!" Randy Fell yelled as Vipoli's head pressed against the ground, one hand tugging at something in the other's face. "I'll gag him! Otherwise, he would have to bite off his tongue! ”

The movement had already alarmed everyone nearby, and out of the corner of Ryan's eye, he saw that the people from the two fires next to him also ran over, but what made him more concerned was the expression of Vibori, who was struggling frantically on the ground in front of him: extremely frightened. That look of horror made Ryan think that there were dozens of subspace demons levitating two or three meters above their heads. Looking at his struggling posture, it was as if the GIs who were now crushing him to the ground were all baring demons.

“％＆＊＿＃／！” Vibori let out an incomprehensible scream, and an indescribable force suddenly shot out in all directions, knocking Ryan and the others over.

"The emperor is above, stop him!" Ryan shouted, looking around to see if anyone could even make it.

The four quickest to react had already rushed over, with Konstantin and Edward both drawing their swords, while Space Marines and Alice picked up their blasters, ready to fire.

But there are two figures that are faster.

The two prophets quickly flashed to Vibori's side before everyone could react.

The petite Prophet appeared like a ghost, unslating the mechanical arm she had been carrying behind her, a blurred light emitting from the end of the mechanical arm, forming a shackle-like restraint around Vibori's limbs, and just then, the tall Prophet stepped forward and placed a ring headdress on Vibori's head.

Vibori immediately began to tremble like a broken marionette for a moment, and soon stopped moving.

The two prophets stood there silently for a while, and soon, dozens of Spirit soldiers also came over and stood motionless.

"Dangerous." The short prophet said a word, and then turned away.