"Damn it! He's not going to get out of control right here and blow himself up, right?! Pharmacist! Hurry up! ”

"His body's metabolism has completely exceeded the normal rate of space soldier metabolism! Our stock of Astarte specialty anesthetics is already small! - I've told you many times not to just blow up the ship or settlement on the other side! At least blow it up when you get enough resources! ”

"Snort! Then you and Talos say go! It was the light spears and whirlwind torpedoes that he ordered to be fired at those places! ”

“…… Tut. Help me hold him down! I'm going to give him another shot! ”

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Talos Wolfran let out a long exhale again in his skeletal helmet with twin batwings, like the last breath of a dying man pressing out of his lungs.

His vision was filled with the low, soft reddish curtain of light in his helmet that comforted the black eyes of the Midnight Lord's genes.

His second heart began to help the first heart return to normal working conditions, and the Prophet could gradually feel his body return to the physical universe.

"Ahem......!"

He opened his mouth and felt his mouth dry, the unpleasant smell of strong chemistry permeating the base of his tongue, and the symptoms of dehydration were palpable, almost to the point of muscle damage—he remembered this sentence in a trance, as if he had said it to Luwen as a victor.

Ah, lo and behold, this is really feng shui in turn.

He grinned silently, but at least he was still in his armor, alive and fully armed. Instead of being like the hapless guy who was not only stripped naked and hoisted, but also ended up as an ornament on the bridge.

The genetically fortified ears captured the whispers of the crew slaves on the bridge, "he's awake," "he's returned," "the prophet has returned," and so on.

The realization that he had become the embodiment of some kind of hope and idol in the ship and the little world on it made him vomit from the very bottom of his stomach.

Great, it seems that I did experience a prophecy seizure, but how long has it been?

Suddenly realizing that he was chained to the command throne, Talos immediately glanced around with mockery: the brothers of the faithful First Blazing Claw (Blazing Claw: A squad classification unique to the Midnight Lord) were still there, everyone staring at him.

The countenance of each Midnight Lord is obscured by their helmet: the ruby eyepieces glitter under the wings of the winged bats above the Shire's heads; A bright red bloody handprint streaked across Ursas's entire visor; Around and below Seleon's eyepieces were dotted with sobbing tears, splashing like lightning tears; The decorative brass rings still glittered on the thick, curved horns of the Marcushona helmet.

There seems to be no sign of mutiny and betrayal.

Then his brothers need to explain more to him.

Valier, the pharmacist, was next to him, holding the freshly injected needle in his hand.

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to have no choice. Don't move around right away, you're going to feel weak. ”

The pharmacist's indifferent eyes and his gentle voice became a kind of contrast that would have been creepy for the average patient, "Eight weeks, it's about to be a full eight weeks." I dug through the inventory and injected you with sedatives and nutrient solutions for eight weeks, lest you become too debilitated during your episode and trigger your Su-Ann meninges into suspended animation. ”

Eight weeks, he was secretly surprised, it had never been this long. Talos smiled, "But we have pharmacists, don't we?" ”

"Yes, but my training doesn't include how to risk awakening you to a state of suspended animation when you're alone with a scarcity of supplies." Wallier saluted him back, noticing his motionally taut chains, "Oh, of course. ”

The apothecary pressed the gauntlet of his equipment, and the ejected saw blade began to cut through the chains that held him in place.

The First Flame Claws gathered around him separated a little so that they could begin to speak to each other.

"You've been having a seizure for too long, we've never seen anything like it. Did you see anything in your dreams? ”

"Believe me, I have never experienced such a long seizure," but the meaning behind this sentence silenced the Prophet for a moment, "I...... Didn't I shout loudly? Didn't I cry out my prophecy? Didn't I say what I saw? ”

"Nope." Charles shook his head, Charles, he wouldn't lie to Talos, "You didn't say anything for the whole fifty-five days and nights except for the repeated commands you had at the beginning and the sudden screaming just before you woke up, 'Here they are coming', you just quietly cramped and tried to suffocate yourself, and rumors that you were dead began to spread throughout the ship after the first week. ”

"So that's why you have bound me here for all to worship? This struck me as too heretical, man. ”

They shrugged, and some even laughed, "We can't drive the whole ship here, we need to appease the crew and slaves." ”

"Indeed—it's just the right time for you to wake up, and we're just here here."

"Arrived? Over here? Talos looked up and began to try to stand up, the pharmacist was right, he felt the weakness of his limbs. Where? ”

"You don't remember?"

"What do you remember?" The Prophet straightened up and began to look ahead, the porthole in front of the bridge showing a gray, obscure, barren and dusty world and the few traces of the city on it.

"It can't be."

"Nothing is impossible." Seleone said, "Isn't that what you asked us to come? Your command, you say, 'Let's go back there, back to the world of rotting corpses, back to Tesa Guarsa.' ’”

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"About 24 million inhabitants who can harvest, 24 million hearts that scream and can sip." The Midnight Lord licked his lips and tightened his throat for the sweet fear he was about to taste, "Spread across the six settlements, all of the Blazing Claws should begin to prepare for the landing of the airborne pod. ”

"Shouldn't we fall to the ground, and we have come all the way back to this desolate place for a simple harvest?" Someone muttered, "Every one of us knows the planet's past, this place is cursed." The Curse of the Primordial. ”

Talos glanced sternly at the speaker, but he also discovered a frustrating fact when he gathered the brothers: in the long void war, the aimless killing, and the constant betrayal and ransom of themselves, the members of the Tenth and Eleventh Unions had been almost lost, and some of the Fierce Claws had been left with only one or two people who had died in name.

And when Selion said that they couldn't drive the ship on their own, he was stating the fact that even Talos himself, and even the blood-eyed birds of prey that could no longer stand up and crawl with their claws, there were only eighty-one Midnight Lords gathered on this massive cruiser.

They were just a small remnant and echo of the legions of the past in the void.

He thought to himself.

But this does not mean that the lackeys of the puppet emperor can casually colonize our former second home, the place where our father is buried.

Kill them all.

I'll have to reorganize all the Blazingclaws to full capacity, and keep six guards except for the first Blazing Claw, or he'll be upset.

"Brothers, we must reorganize the Flame Claws to full capacity, except for the first Flame ......"

The Prophet stopped abruptly from his words, and because the pause was so abrupt, the Midnight Lords who had begun to shout at each other for the leadership of the Blazingpaws stopped.

Talos felt cold, slippery sweat run down the nerve interface in the back of his neck.

The tingling sensation must have been inflamed because the nerve interface had been inserted for too long and had not moved.

No.

Someone's coming.

Someone did come.

Someone was staring at the back of his neck, their gaze like a slender claw, and Talos could almost feel the sharp lightning claws, which plunged under the pivotal vertebrae of the back of his neck, sharply disconnecting his spinal nerves from his cervical vertebrae, and a sharp claw into his nerve interface......

“Acrius Toshallion！ (Midnight is approaching, revenge is coming!) ）Ave Dominus Nox！ (Hooray!) Lord of the Night! ）”

Talos screamed, driven by the intense sensation that imbued his body.

(End of chapter)