The vibration of the ship itself would always cause panic among the crew on which it depended, but the tremor of the Claws of Destruction made everyone in the know rejoice.

This shock proves that the Talon of Doom has successfully docked with the Lionmane, and that it will be able to get out of this damn subspace by sailing to the next Mandeville point!

At this point, it had been about two hours since Debit left the conversation to invite the Star Whisperer. During this period, the Iron Hand not only completed the docking task of two fairly large ships with astonishing efficiency, but also re-established the information node for wireless transmission in their own ship, and reconstructed the information link from the command room to the main power room in a way that was not particularly stable and reliable.

The corresponding dispatch instructions also continued to flow from the re-architected link to the combat brothers who were sticking to the vicinity of the main power room. Fellos personally examined and deduced the possible development of the ships after they left the subspace, and then changed the strategic objectives of the battlefield front: from storming into the main power room and shutting down the reactors, to stabilizing the front for a while, waiting for the ships to leave the subspace.

Of course, in this process, it is not only combat orders that are transmitted in the data link. But what those extra things are is known only to the person concerned.

For about two hours, Conrad Coates and the Midnight Lords were pretty much the same; Enkidu, on the other hand, has always been curious to wander around the various places where he is allowed to pass. Rika Fujimaru, who was idle, found a place for herself to rest in the way, and even slept briefly to recover her strength.

This made Adjutant Fish really confused for a moment before remembering to run the physiological monitoring system, and she didn't say a word about what she was doing standing there.

When the Star Whisperer's psionic telepathic spell basically stabilized, Debit, who was actually of little use in this regard, also left there, and then somewhere he got a little nourishment paste as an energy supply. These are the supplements that the Iron Hand Warband has reserved for mortal servants, containing only protein, starch, vitamins and a few trace elements that the human body needs, and there are no strange additives that are conducive to combat. Ancient people like them, who were relatively weak in physique, would not have any problems eating it, but the taste and texture were really not complimentary.

Debit, who returned to the command room with the thing, gave it half of it and said that "it's also important to replenish nutrition at the right time." The latter, who woke up, was convinced, and after confirming the words on the package, he shoved the slimy paste into his mouth without thinking too much - and his whole face wrinkled.

Ten seconds later, she swallowed everything. In the process, she really didn't say a word, but it was as if she had said everything. Looking to the side, Debit, who was also eating painfully, also had an expression carved out of a mold. The subtle similarity between the two people in this way makes people feel unprovoked that they are indeed "from the same school".

Rika Fujimaru, who struggled from the strange taste of the nourishing paste, was completely sober. After briefly confirming the current progress of the work, and being told that "all preparations have been arranged, and at this stage we just need to wait to jump out of subspace", she thought for a moment and proposed to Ferros: "Do you want to go to the problematic hangar now and meet Tescatlipoca?" ”

As the Iron Father, as Astarte, Feros naturally has 10,000 reasons to refuse to engage in dialogue with subspace entities. But considering the series of events that happened before this, his brain, which is super powerful, is a little short of words at this moment.

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just thinking about the status quo: that thing in the upper part of the ship hasn't been able to get down, and I think it's probably because of what Texcatlipoca has done." Fujimaru Rika explained, "In his current state, he should not be able to interfere with the physical universe, and after the ship jumps out of subspace, the order in which the vision of space folding at the junction of the upper and middle layers will fade is very important information from a strategic point of view." ”

For the first time, Philos looked back at his lieutenant, who embarrassedly said, "...... I thought it was something Debit did, and it didn't show up in the war report. ”

The Iron Hands on this ship have already developed a set of unspoken rules when it comes to covering what is not quite right with Debit. All of the above was tacitly approved by the Iron Father, so Ferros couldn't say anything, so he could only turn around and ask Fujimaru Rika stubbornly, "Are there any important precautions?" ”

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Hunger.

There was energy coming all the time, but I couldn't get enough to eat.

Suffering.

There is no joyful, pure pain.

The anger of failure.

The shame of falling short.

I want souls, alive, psionic souls.

It's been eaten. Even the flesh was eaten.

Devouring blood, sipping brains, knocking bones and sucking marrow.

There is nothing left.

The emblems on the walls are disgusting.

Still not enough. Want more.

Nothing.

There is nothing here (the upper area).

Hunger, weird pain, sheer torture.

Punishment for the loser.

Who am I?

Laughter came from the day of the Change.

Shame, frustration, anger.

Unwilling

Not perfect.

The ether weaves the form, weak but steady.

Pray to Elysium. Even if you are rejected, pray for it.

Pain and wailing should be offered, blood and bliss should be offered.

Perfect art should be offered.

Footage is needed, but nothing is available.

The material is on the outside (under the ship) and should be looted.

Inaccessible, the space is locked.

It shouldn't be, but there is no power to cross it.

I should have had that power.

Who am I?

Where am I? Why am I here?

Strength. More strength is needed.

It requires the power to reach the extreme, to perfection.

The power to destroy the insignia on the wall is needed.

Icy energy came. Ordinary and uninteresting.

Hunger. Desire.

Tedious energy can't extinguish these flames.

The ether weaves the form, weak but steady.

Pearl-white skin with light purple scales.

Not shiny enough, not glamorous enough.

These are not enough.

There should be jewelry, there should be weapons, there should be offerings.

Nothing.

What should be there, why not.

Who am I?

I remember.

Highland Year Galaxy, Hand of Steel.

I am the king of sapphires.

I've failed.

I can't fail again.

- I must take back everything I have.

Everyone guesses that the king of sapphires likes to mention the pollution of the moon! （？ ）

And also. Six.

(End of chapter)