Chapter 33 Who can sneak into the Phalanx and choose to shoot with a black gun
Darkness is cold.
The light is burning.
Adalic Vannus faced many unimaginably bad or twisted situations alone during his wandering years after he was declared an excommunicated traitor and left the Raventower.
But this does not include the current one.
Because there is no place that can create such an environment.
Light, there is light everywhere.
He was filled with ruthless light, and his powerful biochemical organs were being burned alive, and every nerve was embedded with a single feeling of pain.
This feeling is so thorough and certain, as if he is now a Glocks beast that has been slaughtered, its entrails removed one by one, and placed on the butcher's cutting board illuminated by the starry light of summer noon.
His black power armor was stripped off after they caught him, and his hair was also examined. His bun was roughly pulled apart, and now there were a few strands of black hair. The long hair was hanging down the side of his face, and the pale features of the son of Clarks were almost transparent enough to melt in the light.
Closing your eyes doesn't help at all.
Because this "light" that wanted to destroy him did not pass through the five senses, but directly acted on his sensory nerves.
Adalic can't think of anyone who can make something so vicious and so exquisite. Maybe someone in Comoros can do it?
But isn't he now on a ship that is either a lackey of the wight or a champion of the High Sky...? Is it a boat? What's this?
This is too much.
No...
His last bits of sanity began to fall off piece by piece in a blur, like pieces of gray paper being licked by flames.
Every breath of air he breathed was like fire, his heart and lungs were working hard and painfully, the desire to live kept them from shutting down, and every minute and every second of living was a Torment to the whole body's bones and flesh.
Never in his life since becoming a Power Ranger did Vanus want to scream so instinctively.
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"Unusual, huh? Very unusual, this guy is obviously the server of the youngest goddess," Perturabo looked at the analysis data of the electroencephalogram and other things that had a very alarming curve, Lami Zane Noticed that he unintentionally used an Elda word when talking about the Prince of Darkness, "But he seemed to have only a normal reaction to this instrument of torture, and did not feel any extra pleasure. It is worth studying, Lami Zane, let Ai Harlem increased the intensity by 10%. "
"I think this poor unlucky guy will really break his throat this time," Lamizane shook his head and said to his side. Aharin waved.
The latter walked over, the gold ribbon and silver-gray skull emblem on his gun-silver power armor sparkling. Now Aharin's cavalry-style terminator has been transformed into one with more long-range attack weapons. The style is somewhat Tyrant-esque, but the Iron Lord's son and new herald still have his power hammer hanging on his belt.
"My lord, your command."
"The stimulation intensity will be increased by another ten percent."
The black-haired Ironborn carried out the order without hesitation, but he looked like he was about to cry. This detail made Lamizane couldn't help but take another look at Aharin.
"I say, Perturabo, don't you think..."
"No," Bian Mu happily cut off his words and observed Wuying carefully. The captives in the cell were convulsing wildly due to extreme and excessive pain.
"Uh, okay, besides, it wasn't like this the last time you caught the descendant of the red giant who also sneaked in."
"Because that guy ran in It didn't take long for him to be caught, and he did immediately give himself over to me... and was willing to be put into a psychic collar."
"So this one?"
The dog sat in Fearless and gritted his teeth, "This one stayed on the Iron Blood for so long but did not take the initiative to kneel at my feet. He even tried to Sneaking into the armory, I can definitely regard it as a serious provocation to myself."
"...Well, no one would want to kneel down a backpack or talk to the fearless bar of another legion. You have to show your face to others..."
"Shut up!" Primordial Bianmu slapped the console with his paw angrily, "How dare this guy faint now! ! Call him! Wake him up!"
"...He will become an idiot if he comes two more times..." Lamizane raised his hand under the gaze of his descendants, subconsciously touched the fearless head - the helmet, and reluctantly conveyed the new message again. command.
Aharin, whose face became increasingly pale, pursed his lips into a straight line and silently and efficiently informed the pharmacist to come immediately.
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“This order from my lord comes at the right time. My work has been interrupted.” Honso removed the medical goggles and muttered dissatisfiedly.
Now he looks a little different from when he got on the ship. The temperament of being unruly, doubting everything and ready to strike a fatal blow at any time has faded - or it is now very hidden on the surface. good.
In the words of his former captain Dasadra, "I think you and your apprentices only need a bucket of yellow paint to sneak into the Phalanx and shoot black guns." Oh, and don't think that he doesn't know, It was this old guy who took the lead and shot him twice outside the cafeteria and in the elevator.
But he killed them all. Oh.
Tsk, poor excuse, Dassadra, it was like this in Medrengard, and it still is like this now. You still haven't been so cruel.
In Hong Suo's view, these old guys who have guarded his father for ten thousand years are a bit too weak, well, but for the sake of their dedicated efforts to guard his father, the next time they call for first aid, He would be merciful and give me a little more anesthetic.
Also, Tes Dassadra, you have become more and more confused recently. The potion master shook his head. Who would choose to shoot black guns if they could sneak into the Imperial Fist Monastery? Of course, they should first get some relics and equipment. and high-quality fresh seeds, then empty the gene seed bank, and finally pile melta bombs on their core cogitators and engine rooms before activating the Thunderhawk...
"Then do I need to go with you? Master Honso?" Parogov finished the pipetting work steadily, then put down the dropper and turned around, while not forgetting to open the reserve refrigerator.
Because of his outstanding and stable performance, the apothecary apprentice was recently allowed to paint his power armor white. The cold light of the large culture tank shrouded his body, making his profile look like an ancient statue carved in ice. "My work here can be done later."
"Well, it's time for you to learn some other skills that a pharmacist should be proficient in." The master pharmacist stood up and glanced at all the instruments. Glowing panel, "Go and pick up my toolbox on the shelf in area A3."
Parogov's angular and handsome face finally showed a look of expectancy, "I'll go get the toolbox right away." , Master Hongsuo."
"Very good, little Niraidoa."
The pharmacists immediately went to work after appearing in the interrogation room.
Parogov felt that his eyes were opened.
"Can... he be able to withstand this? Master Hong Suo?"
"No problem. Watch out for this neural linking technique..."
"This is too scary. , some..."
"Some of what? This is...Imperial technology."
"Imperial technology? I must admit that this is a bit unexpected."
"Yes, in fact, my cute little apprentice, this It is a measure of repentance and... meditation commonly used by the Imperial Fists."
Parogov seemed to be really surprised this time.
He shook his head slowly, and a sudden heavy emotion made him sigh softly.
"If there weren't something more painful than this, who would use it to soothe the spirit?"
Honso's finger pushed the wake-up button.
The Raven Guard's screams echoed throughout the room.
Quack!
(End of this chapter)