Chapter 533 Caught
Sorge didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t want to know what it was. He just knew that it was a huge threat, even more so than his master.
The spy started running, running up the slope into the woods and around the park toward the west gate.
He needs to go somewhere safe.
But for some reason, Sorge suddenly found himself in the backyard of a tall and beautiful house in a dead end.
He heard footsteps coming from behind, then tried to push the door open, and found that most of them were locked, except for a heavy wooden door with a painting of a blood bat spreading its wings.
Sorge pushed the door open and got into the wonderful coolness and darkness of the room. He quickly closed the door and locked it.
He waited, listening to the dull footsteps and voices outside the door.
Bang——————!
At that moment, the door fell apart, and something rushed over and knocked it down.
Sorge rolled out, dazed.
He tasted blood in his mouth and couldn't think straight.
What's going on...what's going on?
Before he could get up, a giant hand covered with iron armor stretched out from the darkness, grabbed his throat, turned him around, slammed him against the wall, and held him in the air.
Sorge immediately felt out of breath and kicked his feet out of thin air.
But the iron hand pressed him tightly against the wall.
"Hello."
A deep voice came from the darkness.
"Iskander Kayan's guinea pig."
After saying that, he threw him to the ground hard, almost breaking his frame.
If his physique hadn't been far superior to that of an ordinary person, this attack would have been enough to kill him.
Sorge spit out a mouthful of blood. His brain was working rapidly, trying to find a way to escape.
He also gave him a few props that might be able to help him -
Before he could think more, there was suddenly a heavy burden on him, a terrible weight that was about to crush him.
A giant armored hand grasped his throat again.
"Let's talk slowly later."
After saying that, his vision went dark and he fainted.
When Sorge woke up again, he found himself in a basement or dungeon, tied to a wooden chair, with a smell of blood in his mouth.
A Space Marine sat on a metal box opposite him, wearing silver-gray power armor and a helmet, with weapons across his legs, and Sorge's package lying at the opponent's feet.
“Who are you?”
After Sorge calmed down for a few seconds, he knew he was being held captive - the worst-case scenario.
"This question is no longer important to you, right?"
The Space Marine smiled, and Sorge suddenly noticed a lightning-shaped tear on the edge of the opponent's eyepiece, which made him He felt a little confused - usually only the Eighth Legion would decorate their helmets in this way in the Eye of Terror.
"Sir——"
"Call me Sir, with more respect."
"I don't think I'm in a position to discuss it."
Sorge said helplessly. His head hurt, but he still found out his soul, or he could still get in touch. My own master——
No, it’s useless.
Sorge's initial suspicion was confirmed. The psychic energy here has been isolated, and the opponent has been prepared.
His master knew nothing about it.
"Whatever you want, take it."
The Space Marine did not respond for a moment, just stared at Sorge.
Then he put the weapon aside, reached for the package, took out a cloth bag, opened it, and examined Sorge's weapons and equipment in the dim light.
"Kayon has prepared very well for you."
"It sounds like you are very familiar with my master?" This is where Sorge is confused. Not only does the other party know Who is his master, and he seems to understand very well in his words.
But the other party did not answer his question directly.
“You know what happens to a spy who is caught, right?”
“This is exactly what I expected, but I’m afraid it’s hard for you to get anything from my head, because my The master planted the last layer of insurance in my soul.”
The Space Warrior ignored his words and just played with the soul-searching stone in his hand.
"You are... special."
"I'm just a servant——"
"No, you're not even a human being."
Sorge was speechless for a moment.
“I——”
"Very rare, very rare, almost forgotten. You are a living puppet. It is the technology that Khayon got from his alien female companion, right? He used alien biotechnology and psychic powers to shape you. You are an artificial person, Your current appearance is definitely not your original appearance, you will definitely be deformed, right?”
Sorge closed his eyes gently, and then his skin began to surge, and finally his face turned into a young man.
"Who are you and why do you know this."
"The details are irrelevant."
The Space Marine continued to rub the gem.
"Not only can you transform, you can even turn into a corpse, stop the heartbeat and blood flow for at least three days, and only need a psychic command from Khayon to reactivate you, so strictly speaking... you can't even be a living person. Not really. "
Sorge frowned. He was not afraid of the interrogator, but he was at a loss when facing an interrogator who knew him well.
So he lowered his head and exhaled slowly.
“Kill me.”
“Has your life become so long that you long for death?”
"I can see that I lost."
Sorge is indeed very tired. Since he was created, his life has been full of fatal dangers. Even a machine walking a tightrope every day will There is a tired day.
"I appreciate your candor. What is your name?"
"Sorge."
"Sorge, you may or may not know me. Yes, but once you know who I am, there is only one way left for you.”
The Space Marine let out a deep laugh, then jumped off the metal box, walked over to Sorge, and took off his helmet.
For a moment, Sorge's heart twitched violently.
He has indeed seen this person, but he would never have imagined that it would be him who caught him at this time!
“You——”
Sorge was so shocked that he almost lost his ability to speak. He stuttered for more than ten seconds before he called out the name.
"Taros Valcolan of the Eighth Legion! Why are you here!"
A smile appeared on the prophet's pale face, seeming to be satisfied with the results he had achieved.
Then he put his face in front of the other person, raised his index finger between his lips, and said softly:
"Shh - this is a secret, don't be so loud."
" This”
Sorge's thinking was completely messed up at this time. It was true that he had encountered strong winds and waves before, but this was the first time he encountered such a strange thing.
"Okay, now that we are both honest, we can talk about something more important to you."
"What - something?"
The smile on the prophet's face became even brighter, and he softly uttered two words.
“—Freedom.”
(End of this chapter)