The loss of control started little by little.

[The alert in the front 3 zones has just been disconnected for 3 milliseconds.] 】

[I guess it's a misjudgment, it's all like this, and we still want to check the psionic circuit? ] 】

The two Randan people walked in the corridor, the sound of footsteps echoing in the dim space, and the dim light reflected on the floor, like clumps of fat, cold and greasy.

[Decisions are made by adults, what we can do is to take our own responsibilities and not take them lightly. 】

There was a slight slam on the ground, but its comrades were still unaware.

[Okay, be good, be yourself, be yourself, aren't you still a bastard with me-]

？

As if realizing something, the Randan man who was walking in front turned around, and his comrade who had just taught him a lesson lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

[Alas? 】

【PTYUH！ Feed! What happened to you?! 】

[Hey?! Wake up! Wake up! 】

It hurriedly turned back to check on its companions, and at the same time immediately turned on the alert communication, but in the usual lively communication, there was only a dead silence at the moment.

Communication is broken.

It shuddered and drew its own knife, trying to shake its comrades awake as it watched. But it suddenly realized something, and the Randan people used their psionic energy to find out their friends—

Nothing.

The soul was gone, leaving only a corpse with temperature.

For the first time, the people of Randan knew that it wasn't just guns and gunpowder that could bring fear.

The unknown is the true source of fear.

The Randans suddenly realized that the silence was terrifying, and it was half-kneeling in the middle of the endless corridor, beside the warm corpse of its companion.

The overhead lamp silently sprinkled light, time and space seemed to be stretched, and it and the corpse were in the center of the stage, and there was something to admire its embarrassment.

White light is dry and harsh.

The soul shuddered, and the brain tissue twitched with pain.

At the end of the corridor, some kind of unobservable presence appeared, and darkness enveloped him.

It summoned all its courage, pointed its knife at the unspeakable, and shouted,

"Hey! You-"

"Bang", another slight slamming sound.

The hallway fell silent again.

The end of the ship flashed twice before the alert returned to normal, and the lighting system was paralyzed for more than ten seconds, and some of the fighters could not be contacted

Old problems, which are common but not worth mentioning, are nothing in front of enemy ships.

The pendulum accelerated, the army was approaching, and the sense of death held it weakly, and the lord checked the ship's trajectory over and over again, struggling to lead the people out of the encirclement.

But it is clear that the commander of the ship on the opposite side is by no means an idle person, and the seemingly unintentional idle move before has actually blocked all their retreats.

That would only make you bleed together.

Despair gradually turns to madness, and the light in the lord's eyes grows more and more fierce, and if the end result is destruction, then all beings will be sent to hell together.

Ran Dan also has a brutal undertone, and in the face of a tyrant, all they can do is be more tyrannical than him.

Even if they perish, they will make the enemy pay.

The lord calmed down his circulatory system, and with his mind decided, he let it say goodbye one last time, and tell the warriors the truth about the final decision.

Abandoning its senses, it sank into the sea of spiritual sense, and in the darkness of the night, a beautiful blue-purple sea appeared before its eyes, the waves rolling, and the beautiful flames swayed on the seabed like kelp.

The warmth of the soul and the waves of subspace soothes it, and reason returns to the mind.

What a beautiful sea of spiritual consciousness, it is the soul that lights up this dark ocean, gives it vitality and vitality, and sings a beautiful chorus of souls.

The flame flickered, and that was its people, its warriors, pure and—

Wait a minute?!

At the limit of sight, at the edge of the night and the ocean, something was wriggling, and a dark shadow flashed.

The lord thought he was wrong at first, but after a sudden glance, the existence seemed to be magnified countless times-

He was staring at it.

Only then did it realize that the fluctuations of the entire ocean were not normal, and they were clearly flowing towards the same position compared to the disorderly waves of normal times—

The irregular black creature stuck to the bottom of the sea, and some broken golden light pinned to its body, almost piercing, forcibly restricting the monster's movements.

But the creature seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, squirming wantonly, and even if it was pulled by the nail, it moved forward in a strange posture without feeling.

It was a foolish and reckless monster, driven only by instinct.

From time to time, it twisted, expanded, and contracted, devouring and licking all living things at the bottom of the sea like a predator, and the flames that it touched were instantly extinguished, and the music stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared.

This ugly creature is destroying the ecology of the seabed, wriggling, twisting, and expanding, a body that is absolutely impossible for subspace to support, and it is an existence that does not conform to the law.

That. What's that??!!

Lord Randan swore that it had never seen such a profane and ugly being, that it could not understand it, that it could not perceive it, that this black, fleshy creature inhabited the seabed like a tumor.

A sphere that expands, contracts, and breathes like a fleshy body, and there are shackles on it that seem to have broken free from the seal.

The soul subconsciously sounded the alarm, as if an animal was born with a shudder in the face of a natural predator.

Lord Randan shuddered and realized that without those golden spikes, this monster would have devoured everything completely.

What kind of selfless existence is it that binds this monster and allows it to escape?

To make it even more desperate, the monster was swimming underwater, speeding towards its location!

Wherever the monster passed, its warriors were like flames in a storm, instantly extinguished.

It was total slaughter.

Suddenly, it seemed to realize why the other lord had disappeared in silence.

It was devoured by that monster!

- Ahh!!h

You don't! Don't come here!!

Heavy truths hit its soul.

Great shock and horror, the soul was twitching, the organs were spasming violently, the unstable mind instantly pulled it back back into the physical universe, it staggered and stood, the floor seemed to be undulating waves.

The lord smashed directly in front of the command platform, randomly and frantically mobilizing the surveillance, and the servants around it tried to support it, but it was violently pushed away.

It stared at the screen, no, no, no, no, a clear and unambiguous route seemed to come out, and those monitors flickered in one or two hours.

The trembling hand zoomed in and moved the picture one by one, and in some of the corners of the picture, it saw a corner of a part of the lying corpse.

Dead, without making any sound, already dead.

No, not death, their souls were drained and devoured into the body of the monster, the body fed by the souls of the dead!

The lord trembled and searched, praying.

Finally, in a defunct surveillance history, it saw a large, creeping creature that showed one of its tentacles in the shadows.

The hum on its soul was louder, and it could feel the loss of pressure before the storm came, and some monster was wriggling towards it, indescribable, incomprehensible.

The lord brutally commanded his servants to disperse, and he himself staggered and tried to leave, no, nothing was used, psionic energy only made the creature ecstatic.

It seemed to hear the distant, rustling sound of growth, and the monster was heading towards it, aiming for the lord's soul.

No, no, no, no, no, what happens if the soul is consumed by that kind of monster? In that infinite darkness, is it purgatory-like torture?

It stumbled out of the command room, ran, out of here, as far away as it could, and even if it was killed by alien fire, its soul would not fall into the hands of that being.

It needs to stay away, as far away as possible, so that the soul does not touch the slightest bit by that being.

He's coming, he's coming, it's feeling, there's something on the floor undulating, it's running lifelessly, he's spotting it, he's right behind it.

There was a huge cry of disgust and disgust, it couldn't even turn back, and if it did, would it receive a permanent curse when it saw the true face of the monster?

A heavy thud rang out behind it, each blow slamming down on its ear hole.

Escape! Escape! It could hear the wind breaking of his tentacles, it could hear the screams of souls, the cunning predators were completely exposed when they were exposed, and it saw its own people extinguished like candles in the wind.

Darkness chased after it, light faded behind it, and in psionic perspective, it was pitch black behind him, and any light and wisdom ceased to exist.

The slightest resistance can't be done, as long as you get close, it's devouring.

It's all about catastrophe.

It has even begun to expect a human gang fight, allowing them to hold back the being, or to die before it is captured.

Despair gathered in the cabin, squeezing it, space seemed to distort, everything was swept by, and the good news was that the being couldn't seem to catch up with it—

The fork in the road is coming, just run over, there is the altar, let it sacrifice its soul directly to the Most High Heaven, it can't stand it anymore, at least it knows what will happen after the sacrifice.

The light at the fork in the road seemed to be like a light in the darkness, and the monster behind it seemed to be afraid of this light, and the footsteps of the chase began to be disordered, and it was coming, it was coming.

Overjoyed, it threw itself at the fork, and the wind howled around it—

A large scythe burst from the light, and the blade shimmered with sharp sharpness.

The picture seemed to stop there, and in the dazzling white light, there were only the beasts fleeing forward, and the sickles of death lying in ambush.

The blade slammed forward with a thousand powers, and it was hooked by the scythe, slamming back into the darkness.

"Bang!"

It lay on its back on its back, light spilling down from above, its alien face completely immersed in the hooded darkness, hoarse breaths spurting from its mask.

A charged gun was pointed at its head, but it was not fired.

Ha. Haha he's going to be finished!

Let this alien race be the bait that slows down that monster!

The lord tried to get up fiercely, but was knocked to the ground by the scythe, and the heavy scythe directly shattered its bone.

Unhurried, a hoarse voice sounded,

"Hades, hurry up."

Alas? Alas??

"It's really capable of running, I've been chasing it for a long time."

In the empty corridor, an alien language was spoken.

Alas???

The lord who was crushed by the original body lay on the ground, and in the upside-down world, a human who made it tremble came out of the darkness, panting.

"That's not a reason you're chasing half a boat."

Yes?!

That's a human?!

Such an existence is a human being?!

The lord instantly mobilized his psionic energy and tried to explode, but neither of them looked at it again, and the pitch-black scythe fell down.

The head and soul of the alien race fell to the ground together, Hades scratched his head, the devil knew why this lord didn't even fight, and ran away when he saw him.

In the previous battles, Hades had never encountered a direct run, and he didn't look very strong, huh?

"Anyway, you're on board so soon, Motarian?"

"Hades, look at the corpse of this half of the ship, and then look at the Randan people who were scared crazy by the corpse of half of the boat, I think you will know why I boarded the ship so quickly."

Motarian rolled his eyes and called up the ship's surveillance footage, where the Death Guard's Master Forge had broken through the system on the other side, and in the picture, countless Randans were trembling and curling up, or running away like crazy.

They were infected by Lord Randan's dying screams, and after realizing that more than half of their army had died silently, the soldiers did not bear the absurd truth.

Next time I fight the psionic seed, just throw Hades out, Motarian thought.

"How did you do that, Hades, and directly scare the people of Randan?"

Or is this race so fragile in the first place?

"I didn't do anything, did I?"

Hades thought to himself, he just sneaked normally, and then closed his head in the black domain, although there were a few places where he had to climb and walk without an image because of the terrain.

Maybe it's because there are too many deaths? And then the morale appraisal has not passed?

Hades was also puzzled, he could understand the dead, but he couldn't understand the crazy.

But either way, the ending ended well.

Thanks to this unexpected change, Ran Dan, who had fallen from the main ship, was completely reduced to the ghost of the death guard scythe, and when the ship of the Dark Angel arrived at Just, panting, he only saw the death guard cleaning the battlefield.

The commander of the Death Guard greeted them in the communication channel with a smile, and in the face of the doubts of the dark angels, he laughed and said,

[Ah, we had good luck this time, and it didn't take much effort to end the battle.] 】

The dark angels put a few question marks on each other, and they who were in charge of chasing down this fleet naturally knew the horrors of these alien races.

Although the smile of the Death Guard really betrayed a kind of ignorance and the foolishness of unexpected good fortune.

Even the most skilled interrogator could not see the flaws in the Death Guard's words and expressions.

It looks like that's the one. Ignorant good fortune like that.

But. Even if the ship's firepower is consumed, it will take a while, not to mention the unique psionic energy of the opposite side.

There's something greasy about it.

The dark angels looked at each other.

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