"You're funny." Carlil said. "Actually, it's very funny, the first time I've met an honest monster like you."

"I'm not being honest, my lord. I just need to be honest with you. Nine mantras, eight left. ”

The sound of the beating light was faint, and it was true that the curtain was repelling it. But the owner behind it is tricking the curtain for it, obfuscating where it is now.

This gives it a little extra time.

"There's no value in feigning honesty." Carlil raised his right hand, the cold wind gathered, and the blade took shape again.

The monster in the light couldn't help but start wondering: Will he drive me back at once?

With the emergence of this problem, countless possible future directions immediately emerge at once. It could only see one of them, but it was still thrilled by this rare glory, and a joy welled up from the depths of its soul.

But this joy did not come from the temporary indulgence of the Lord of All Changes, but because of another thing.

It almost burst into tears over the only truth it could see, and everything else was gone. It exists for this moment, for this ultimate joy, for the ultimate reward

Its owner prepared it centuries ago, and today it will achieve an honor never before before of its kind.

It will manipulate an unborn deity with the most honest of words - and it can see the future, and it knows that it has succeeded.

"Before you chase me away and put the mark of the hunt on me."

The light danced and rose slowly, illuminating the dark fiftieth floor. "You need to know one thing, one very important thing."

"Nine mantras, seven remaining."

Carlil sneered.

Utterly impotent, he almost heard the wild laughter of the thing behind this brilliance: the choice is always up to you whether you listen or not, and my messenger will never lie to you.

Oh, yes. It definitely doesn't lie.

He narrowed his eyes at the beating light, and bowed his head lightly without saying a word. The latter, with undisguised desire, spoke straight away, his voice containing great ecstasy.

"Harcosus I is different from two and three, my lord. There is only one city on One, and this is certainly not because the Harkosuthians are stupid, but because of the peculiarities of One. ”

"One is so special, so special that it has all the clumsy robots that you didn't even have on Number Two and Three."

"You've seen them, you've seen those battle suits and battle rifles, isn't it strange that a civilization that can't even travel long distances has these things?"

"But the answer is simple, my lord, because these things are not from the Harkosus, but from another creature."

"They are located underground in Harcosus One, where they have survived for centuries. They own more land than the Halkosus, and in fact, they are the true Halkosus, more than most people who know nothing about these things. ”

"Burning fire is their sign and one of the manifestations of their favor by our Lord, but they also pay a price for it."

"The Veil did not allow them to evolve so much in just a few centuries by cheating-like means, so they lost their ability to reproduce, and they could only gain new companions by infecting other creatures."

"Therefore, cooperation with humans has become a predictable thing, and with my encouragement, the Harkosusse have become the current commercial federation from a barbarian tribe that was constantly fighting and killing each other."

There was a gleeful laugh in the light, and it paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"Nine mantras, six left, do you still want to hear them?"

"Is such a long paragraph just one sentence for you?" Carlil nodded. "It's really flexible."

"Yes, my lord has five sentences left, do you still want to hear it?"

The brilliance pulsed seductively.

"Like the truth about the spire, like why it has such a tight and unfit guard, like what kind of means those creatures use to infect humans. Whenever you want to know, I can tell you. ”

"This is one of the nine mantras?"

"No, but this is, sir. There are four sentences left. ”

Carlil smiled, and he nodded again: "Okay, then do as you say - tell me, the truth about this spire, how?" ”

The brilliance throbbed wildly.

——

Fair Zaloster felt like he was being burned.

The sensation came so quickly that it struck him as he saw the Harkosusians lying on the operating table.

And it has not dissipated.

In fact, after Fell figured out exactly what this heavily guarded underground facility was all about, the sensation almost turned into a bone-eating poison that tormented every cell of him.

No one can stand the presence of aliens - no.

What's more, it's still this alien.

He turned his head, and the scarlet eyepiece reflected a slender creature. The thing, dressed in a brown robe, was huddled in a corner and shivering.

Its skin looks very disgusting, a smooth pale blue. Its head was an oval collection, and eighteen eyes were densely packed together, blinking disgustingly.

It has no jaws, instead two tentacles joined together, and two symmetrical patterns are printed on the wide tentacles, which look like burning flames.

Fell took a deep breath, the sound of his breath making the captives tremble in the darkness - the giant in gloomy armor had just done something in front of them that they would never forget.

Feeling their fear, Phil suppressed his icy anger and turned his head and walked out into the depths of the facility.

He had received a message from the original in the communication channel. After a three-minute walk, he met Conrad Coetze, who was walking in front of the First Company.

The latter, still wearing a helmet, nodded to Fell, and spoke in a low voice, "What is the situation?" ”

The commander of the third company approached his original body and began to explain as he showed him the way.

"At this point, we have been able to determine what the so-called Flame Initiation Ritual is, the Flame Burning Chamber is essentially a front, the product of the collusion between these Xenomorphs and the three leaders of Harcosus."

"They provide these aliens with some people who can be transformed, and the aliens provide them with some scientific and technological achievements. By the time you arrived, I had already tortured four Xenomorphs. That's all I got. ”

"You communicate with them using psionic energy?" Conrad Coetze asked, his scarlet cloak hunting in the darkness, not knowing where the wind was coming from.

"Yes, the original."

"Well done, but don't do it when it's over."

"Understood, Primordial."

The Eighth Legion walked in such silence that they could barely breathe. They passed through a large hall, two wide hallways facing downward, and a gate that had been violently dismantled, and finally reached the deepest part of the facility.

It is decorated with a religious atmosphere, with candles burning in all directions, and the metal that makes up the floor and ceiling is engraved with dense words, which look as if they are wriggling.

The soldiers of the Third Company drove the Harkosusse in the facility to another room before anyone else, leaving only twenty-three xenomorphs left. The Eighth Legion stared at them without saying a word, and the atmosphere had quietly become terrifying.

The creatures shuddered, their tentacles parted, and let out a slight grunt, as if begging for mercy. Conrad Coetzes ignored them, just gestured to Fell, and the third company commander stepped forward solemnly, a deep blue glow welling up in the scarlet eyepieces.

The aliens screamed, the giant had just done the same, they almost thought he was going to do it again, but he didn't.

The giant did not come forward again to grab a few of his companions and tear them off little by little.

In fact, on the contrary, he stood there and did not move at all.

Then, a voice sounded in the heart of one of them.

+ Tell me, how do you do your so-called ritual of bringing fire into the body? How did you convert humanity? +

Without an answer, the xenomorph who was asked the question screamed, covering its eyes with its thin, disgusting hands, and they began to blink rapidly.

Without saying a word, Conrad Coze gestured, and Van Cleef immediately pulled out his blaster and killed it, a splatter of slime that didn't look like blood, and broken brain tissue plastered the walls and floor. The alien convulsed and fell, his body contorted.

"Go on." The Lord of the Eighth Legion gave the order with a blank face.

There was no bitterness left in his heart - while still aboard the Imperial Dream, Fogrem gave him a clear account of what the Xenomorphs had done to humans.

There is no alien race in this galaxy that deserves to be treated amicably by humans. They have only two states for humans.

One is death, and the other is waiting for death.

Fell nodded to his original form and began to use psionic energy, picking a random xenomorph and reconnecting with its abominable mind. Doing this made Fell almost feel like vomiting, but he didn't, because he had to complete the task.

+ Tell me, how do you do your so-called ritual of bringing fire into the body? How did you convert humanity? Don't try to be silent or do anything else, or that death just now will happen to you. +

A scream came from the alien's mouth, and Van Cleef raised his blaster again, but Coates didn't give the order because Fell's eyes still lit up with blue light.

The xenomorph knelt on the ground, constantly grunting through its tentacles. The commander of the third company was silent for a moment, then turned his head and gave his original answer.

"It didn't answer the question, Protos." Fer Zaloster paused with difficulty. "It simply says that the towers of the gods are about to collapse, and through their sacrifices, the god of fire will descend upon Harcosus."

Updated.

(End of chapter)