Chapter 495 The Catastrophe of Nessen (Part 2)
“Can you let us live?”
Hearing these words, Sarpedon guessed that the other party had been shaken, so he smiled Said:
“It depends on the situation. No matter how many people are lingering in this world, it cannot be called alive.”
“You have killed many people.”< br>
"Life is cruel everywhere. The galaxy has no love for us. I will let some of you live and linger in the ruins, waiting for that person to return. If no one survives, no one will talk about them. See Whatever happens, the significance of our operation will be greatly reduced. Maybe one out of every thousand people here will be alive to welcome Soshyan's return. It will be interesting and dramatic."
"You guys. There is no honor in killing the weak——"
Sarpedon cleared his throat, the sound sounded like a tank changing gears, interrupting the dean's words.
"I'm tired of this kind of talk. Do as I wish and you might survive the night."
The old man straightened his back.
"No."
"It's a good thing to see a man with backbone, and I admire and respect it, but now, in this moment, questionable courage has no place here, let me tell you Why are you."
A phantom warrior stepped forward and grabbed the instructor's thin hair with his hand.
The man's boots left the floor and he screamed.
“Please...”
The man stammered, and the warrior drew his dagger and carved it along the instructor's belly in a neat motion.
Soon, blood poured out like a torrent. The man's fingers tightly grasped the internal organs in his body, because they might flow out at any time.
Not long after, his pleas turned into worthless screams.
“This——”
Sarpedon pointed.
"It's happening right now, right here in the ruins you call the Academy, and this is how we treat your subordinates."
The Renegade still gripped the instructor by his greasy hair, shaking him in his hands.
More screams, now interrupted by the sound of wet, smelly intestine meat slapping against the floor.
“Did you see it?”
Sarpedon’s eyes never left the dean.
"I know they all fled to the shelters and are trapped there with nowhere to escape, and now I'm coming to you to call them out, or my brothers and I will do this to everyone, just like to those who run away like maggots "
He reached out to grab the person caught by the traitor, clamped the throat of the twitching, still living person, and threw the bleeding body unceremoniously onto the desk. .
"If you obey me, your subordinates will be exempted from this disaster, and you will become one of them. But if you disobey me, not only will I not spare them, but you yourself will die. And while you are still alive, my apothecary will skin you. He is a master of prolonging the painful sensory experience, so the prey must die within a few hours of the operation. Once upon a time, a prisoner survived for six nights, in extreme He cried out in pain and finally died of infection in the dirty cell."
The old man swallowed tremblingly.
"Your threats mean nothing to me."
The next second,
Sarpedon pressed his iron-clad fingers on the dean's face, moving his cold fingertips along the contours of the weathered skin and fragile bones underneath.
“The human body does amazing things when the brain feels fear, it becomes the embodiment of stress in a paradox, fight, or flight? Your breath turns sour from the chemicals in your body , the tightening of muscles affects digestion, reaction and ability to concentrate, while at the same time the humid rhythm of the heart becomes a war drum, pumping blood to fill the muscles to avoid injury. Your sweat smells different, better , like an animal quivering in fear, desperately marking its territory for the last time, the corners of your eyes tremble in response to hidden signals from your brain, hiding your sight from what threatens you.”< br>
Sarpedon grabbed the back of the dean's head, his face only a few centimeters away from the old man's face.
“I can feel it all in you, I see it in every twitch of your soft skin, I smell a strong stench coming from you, don’t try to lie I, human, my threat means nothing to you.”
"What."
The old dean had to swallow again.
“What do you want to do?”
“I have told you what I want, send all the candidates.”
The dean was silent for a while Yes, then nodded and said:
"I need to talk to the people below." "Of course."
Sarpedon let go of him.
The dean took a deep breath, walked behind the desk, picked up a communicator, and entered a password.
Soon, the other end of the communicator was connected.
"Bring them up."
That was all he said, and then he turned off the communicator.
While they waited, the Headmaster watched his college die, the enemy lord named Sarpedon stood at the edge of the lookout dome, communicating constantly with his brethren.
His voice was a low, feral murmur, constantly updating each squad's position and charting their progress.
Every few minutes he would be silent for a while, watching the fire spread.
The faculty had fallen silent, and the dean had closed his friend's eyes, choking on the smell emanating from the gaping corpse.
“You’ll get used to it.”
One of the soldiers said with a smile, and suddenly turned on a portable tactical display.
The dean looked at the holographic feedback, and despite the visual distortion, he saw death clearly.
The phantom warriors were killing people in the middle levels of the hive. They did not attack the heavily guarded upper levels because they did not have enough troops.
The armored soldiers tore open the partitions of the dugout and tore apart the huddled crowd inside. The dean watched as they dragged men, women, and children by their hair and dragged them into the street, where servants took them away. walk, or pin them to the side of a building to indicate that the nearest shelter has been looted.
The piles of corpses piled higher and higher - monuments of living flesh and blood, commemorating nothing but pain and suffering.
“Why?”
He whispered, not realizing he had said it.
Sarpedon looked at him and suddenly smiled and said:
"We do it because we like to do it, we do it because we can do it, you are his people, and killing you will cause him pain, and that is enough."
Soon, More than a hundred men appeared on the college grounds, and Sarpedon led the dean out onto the grounds.
He looked at this group of boys wearing college uniforms, mostly 16-18 years old.
“That’s it?”
Sarpedon frowned, and the dean just nodded silently.
"Don't play tricks with me. A planet shouldn't just select candidates like this."
He walked among the boys, looked around, and then suddenly grabbed one of them.
The skinny boy suddenly turned pale with fear, sweating profusely, and his whole body was trembling, but besides fear, there was something else in his eyes.
Sarpedon suddenly felt something and slammed the boy to the ground.
"These are not candidates-"
At this moment, the dean suddenly yelled.
“For the Emperor!”
The boys responded in unison, jerking off their uniforms.
Sarpedon's eyes widened, each boy was strapped with explosives——
The next second, he stretched out his hand and wanted to use his psychic powers, but it was too late. .
boom--------!
There was a loud noise, and the entire square, together with the dean and Sarpedon, was engulfed by a huge rising ball of flame.
(End of this chapter)