"A Fallen Apostle! We caught a Fallen Apostle … Alright, you guys caught a Fallen Apostle. I admit that I didn't help much, but let's not discuss such details at this time! "
Icetis, this person who didn't know any sense of propriety, righteousness, honor, or the image of a virtuous lady, lay calmly on the ground for a while before crawling up. She patted her body as if nothing had happened. Of course, due to her special status as a God, there was absolutely no dust on her body.
"A Fallen Apostle who is alive and kicking!"
In the end, Icetis sighed.
I had to admit that this female rogue's talent in choosing her words was simply too terrifying. How was she able to use the words' alive and kicking 'in this kind of situation without batting an eyelid?
At the start, I was bombarded by this rogue goddess's sudden movements and messy words. It took me quite a while to understand what she meant. It was only now that I paid attention and understood what she was saying. I was instantly shocked. "Wait! What did you say? We caught a Fallen Apostle? Alive? Why did someone only report it now? "
"Because we just discovered that there was a captive." Icetis waved her hand carelessly and pulled me towards the teleportation device. "Follow me first. We'll talk as we walk. That fellow is really unlucky. Back in the day, Officer Schilling was known as the most difficult soldier to capture in the entire multiverse. That's because as long as they saw that the situation was irredeemable, they would immediately shout 'Long live the Empire' and charge forward to gloriously self-destruct. The one we caught today should be the same. However, he was too unlucky … The curse that your sister placed outside landed on his cockpit. He didn't even give the unlucky person the chance to self-destruct. But you should ask an expert about the specifics. Shadora told me a lot of jargon, and it's hard to understand. "
In the span of a few breaths, we had already teleported to the prison camp at the lower end of the Admiral's vertical arm of the Empire. Sandora, my elder sister, Pandora, and Liliana were already waiting here. It was normal for Sandora to appear here. My elder sister's appearance here was probably related to the other party's capture and her own curse (This was what Icetis said). It was normal for Pandora and Pandora to appear anywhere on the warship. I was just curious as to why Liliana was here. At this moment, she should be preaching among the refugees.
In the end, I was speechless when I asked. It turned out that she had heard that we had captured a captive who would not pay for his life. She had prepared the Ten Great Tortures of the Manchurian Qing Dynasty.
Of course, I knew that this lass was just running her mouth. However, a person who could use the Ten Great Tortures of the Manchurian Qing Dynasty as a catchphrase was already an extremely dangerous existence. As expected of Liliana, she was the strongest naturally tanned person in history. Other naturally-tanned people were pink on the outside and only after you cut them open would you see the black inside. For a weirdo like Liliana, her skin was already black to the point of creases. Every corner of her skin was glowing with a glossy black light. I didn't doubt that if a black-bellied person could also dissolve in water, then as long as I tossed Liliana into the Daming Lake, I would be able to paint more than two million ink paintings with the lake water …
The prison camp was a unique location on the Empire Admiral. It was specifically used to detain enemies who were captured in battle. It had an extremely high security level and strict security. However, it was also the least used functional area. This was because on the battlefield where the Imperial Army appeared, there were very few enemies who were worth capturing. If the enemy was in a state of complete suppression, then capturing a few prisoners would be a waste. If the enemy was the minions of the Abyss, then capturing a few prisoners would be useless. Thus, this place had always been empty. It was just like the prison in the Shadow City that only held a few cats and two dogs all year round. All the guards needed to be oiled …
Of course, today was an exception. Today, for the first time in history, we captured a real Fallen Apostle commander alive — an existence that was completely different from a certain silver-haired mascot.
Visca was once a Fallen Apostle, Silvia was a Fallen Emperor, and even Sandora could be considered a distant relative of the Fallen Apostle. However, the three of them obviously couldn't be treated as enemies. Even Belavilla and Visca, who had fought against us before, had completely turned into our own people after coming to our side. Today was the first time that a Fallen Apostle was captured by the Imperial Army as an enemy. Thus, this captive received unprecedented treatment. Not only did he enjoy the strictest Dimensional Cage that the Empire's Admiral could provide, he was also closely guarded by an elite prison unit of several thousand soldiers. I firmly believed that no one would be able to escape from such a tight defense.
Under the guidance of the captive camp's officer, the few of us arrived at the Dimensional Cage that held the Fallen Apostle. Just like many other Dimensional Cages, this place was also a gray empty space. There was no boundary or distinction between up and down. The prisoner was fixed in midair by a dozen shimmering blue chains. There was also a layer of light blue energy barrier around it. The shackles continuously extracted energy from the prisoner's body and suppressed any movement that exceeded the range of the shackles. The energy barrier was an alarm device. When the prisoner touched this layer of barrier, the entire Dimensional Cage would be launched into the void. With the shackles around, the prisoner in the cage would be in an abnormally weak state, unable to perform Void Jump. The other parts of the cage would instead protect the prisoner, preventing him from being killed by the void. Then, we would be able to send a search ship to the void to retrieve the escaped prisoner. This setting was to prevent the prisoner from committing suicide by coming into contact with the void.
The one who was bound was a tall and skinny man who appeared to be in his thirties or forties from Earth. He had short gray hair and wore a black commander's uniform. Apart from the complicated blood-red insignia that stood out from the rest, this uniform was almost identical to the Imperial Army's uniform. The man's face was on the skinny side, but his facial features were sharp and defined. Even though he had lost his consciousness, he still maintained a dignified aura that seemed to come from a blade. From his appearance alone, he looked like a typical member of the Imperial Army. As long as he didn't open his eyes, he would look like a good person.
However, a Fallen Apostle definitely wasn't a good person. Even though we were separated by a layer of energy barrier, I could sense waves of chaos coming from him that made me feel extremely uncomfortable. That was a completely unrestrained madness and desire to destroy. It was as though there was a violent beast locked inside the body of the person in front of me that was ready to tear everything apart at any moment. This was the most obvious difference between the Fallen Apostle who was completely on the opposite side of us and the two Fallen Apostles at home who were only acting cute (Sandora could only be counted as half of one). The Fallen Apostle's Chaos Reaction was in a completely active state. This energy would infect everything at any moment and spread outwards, doing everything possible to destroy anything that it came into contact with. On the other hand, the Chaos Reaction in Visca and Sylvia (or should I say, Belavilla) was in a benign state. Even though it still existed, it had already become a gentle energy that could be easily controlled by the host. The Chaos Reaction in Sandora's body was even more powerful. She was directly swallowed by that glutton — I had always believed that the method Sandora used to seal the Chaos Reaction in her body was actually to eat it.
After entering the energy barrier, the Chaos Reaction in the other party's body became even more obvious in my spiritual senses. I couldn't help but furrow my brows. Even though this energy wouldn't affect me, that feeling of disgust was impossible to get rid of. You can be unafraid of shit, but you can't ignore shit, right?
"Wake him up."
Sandora didn't seem to mind the Chaos Reaction in the slightest. She only used her chin to point at the unconscious prisoner and said to the warden.
Because the one being locked up was one of the most dangerous enemies in the multiverse, the restraining chains' output was extremely high. In addition, they also cruelly used a portion of the principles of an energy plundering device, causing 90% of the energy output of the imprisoned Fallen Apostle's body to be diverted away. Thus, he was constantly in a state of low energy consumption.
While the restraining chains' output was gradually decreasing, the other party still had a few minutes before he would wake up. I couldn't help but turn my head and ask, "Hey, how did you guys manage to capture him?"
I had wanted to ask this question for a long time. Icetis had also mentioned that the Shiring Apostles were the most difficult soldiers to capture in the multiverse. In this aspect, they were even stronger than the Protoss. A normal soldier of the Empire would only need a few milliseconds to self-destruct in a desperate situation. Even though the Fallen Apostles were already deranged, they were still valiant soldiers who weren't afraid of death. This made me very curious about the process of this unlucky bastard being captured. I heard that it was all thanks to big sister?
"I can only say that when misfortune comes, no one can stop it." Sandora glanced at her big sister with a smile at the corner of her eyes. "He was hit by the cursed beacon, and it may have even triggered a chain reaction. That piece of paper tangled with him for almost half an hour. According to the battlefield video that was collected later, his spaceship's engine first ignited, and then the weapon system collapsed. When our spaceships surrounded him, this guy tried to eject his escape pod, but the escape pod got stuck. He climbed out of the escape pod alone and tried to ram into the nearest spaceship. In the end, he ran off for no reason and crashed into the open garage of a mothership that was passing by. When the soldiers of the mothership surrounded him, he experienced the jamming of his gun, the dislocation of his portable space, the failure of the bomb he threw, and then suddenly being trampled by a mammoth. In the end, this brave enemy chose to self-destruct in our spaceship. As you can imagine, his self-destruct system was also broken. In the end, when we caught him, this guy didn't resist at all. In the end, the soldiers of the Empire found a piece of paper with a circle drawn on it on his back. No one knew how this piece of paper was transferred from the spaceship's window to the pilot's body. In any case, this guy was really unlucky. "
Although he was an enemy, I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt that he was actually quite pitiful …
At this moment, as the restraining device's power decreased, the prisoner's energy level slowly rose to the point where he could move again. The body of the Fallen Apostle, whose eyes were tightly shut, trembled slightly. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.
In that fraction of a second, he seemed to have instinctively wanted to attack us, but soon after, he realized that his body was extremely weak and that his surroundings were dangerous. As a result, he focused his mind and looked at the group of people in front of him with exceptional vigilance. Those eyes that were filled with killing intent and hostility swept over each and every one of our bodies. His eyes suddenly stopped on Sandora's body, and when it landed on Visca's body, he was even more so completely stupefied.
It was clear that there was some type of reaction between apostles who similarly reacted to the Abyss. He should have noticed that two of the enemies in front of him were similar to himself. Sandora and Visca's existences left him momentarily shocked, but he didn't say a single word. When faced with the reality of being captured, this Fallen Apostle maintained his silence.
"Do you have anything you want to say?"
When I saw the change in the other party's expression in that instant, I felt great admiration towards this fellow's calmness. Then, I did my best to release the aura of a king in an attempt to make this girl kowtow. Judging from the other party's attitude, I felt like I might not have released anything at all.
"Maintain your silence, hmph?" Sandora's face sank like water, her voice chilly. She looked at this enemy who still maintained his composure even when faced with a group of leader level apostles. The hostility and threat in her tone was clear.
The Fallen Apostle, a former tribesman, had now turned to the side that was absolutely irreconcilable with the Empire. He abandoned the mission of his entire race and turned to become the lackeys of the enemies of the past. Furthermore, he had killed so many of his loyal soldiers on the battlefield. Any one of these points was enough to make Sandora furious. Even though the origins of the Fallen Apostle were regrettable and even regretful, this regret could not be compared to the blood feud.
In the face of Sandora's cold words, the prisoner only grinned. This action seemed to have angered Sandora. A black shadow flickered in front of me, and half of the queen's body was already shrouded in black smoke. Then, a terrifyingly huge claw with the power to destroy everything instantly pierced through the prisoner's body. Of course, it wasn't a fatal wound. However, such a sudden injury was enough to make the Fallen Apostle officer, who did not fear death, twitch all over. Sandora's claw carried the aura of the Abyss. This might not be fatal to the Fallen Apostle commander who was also from the Abyss faction, but the immense pain it brought was unavoidable. Regardless of whether you were from the Abyss faction or not, once you were contaminated by this aura, the pain on your body was unavoidable. I was also stunned by Sandora's sudden attack. I originally thought that with Sandora's calm personality, she would slowly deal with this enemy, using her omnipresent mental disturbance and intelligence as a Soul Snatcher to pry information out of the other party's mouth. I never expected her to be so violent right from the start!
However, I quickly understood Sandora's intentions. She wasn't hoping that this little bit of pain would make a former member of the Imperial Army surrender. She was just using this method to vent the anger in her heart. In today's battle, we had lost many outstanding and loyal soldiers. The Empire's fleet had also suffered great damage. Both of these factors made Sandora extremely angry, and this unlucky prisoner had conveniently become Sandora's punching bag.
Who said that the queen was cold? Who said that the queen didn't need emotions? Who said that the queen couldn't have a time to vent? She just hadn't found the opportunity to do so. Sandora had never been a benevolent monarch. Back then, she had risen to power as a tyrant!
"Pu! Pu! Pu!" The muffled sound of sharp claws slicing through flesh echoed continuously. In the blink of an eye, Sandora had already left more than a dozen large wounds on the enemy's body. There were even a few places where her claws had pierced through the enemy's body. The enemy was completely defenseless, and in the blink of an eye, his head drooped down powerlessly. Thick black smoke rose from those large wounds, healing his wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye. This actually allowed Sandora to vent her anger boldly. However, I still extended my hand to stop Sandora. Sometimes, it wasn't a good thing to vent too much. This had nothing to do with giving preferential treatment to a prisoner. This fallen apostle commander before me hadn't reached the point where we would give him preferential treatment. At the very least, before he cooperated with us, no one here would give him any face.
"Alright, this isn't your style."
I patted Sandora's back to appease her and whispered into her ear.
"I know. It's just that he has to pay a little price for slaughtering his own kind in today's battle."
Sandora retracted her enormous abyssal claws. Then, she looked at the fallen apostle commander with a frosty expression. Her voice was filled with undisguised pressure as she said, "Now, fallen one, are you going to speak or not?!"
The unlucky fallen apostle, whose military uniform had almost turned into a hurdle vest, was hanging in midair by the binding chains. He raised his head and glared at us fiercely. Through gritted teeth, he spat out, "You … What the f * ck have you been asking all this time?!"
Me: "…"
Everyone: "…"
"Sandora … Did we ask him anything just now?" I extended my hand to touch the petrified Sandora and asked in an extremely awkward and stupid manner.
The one who replied me wasn't Sandora, but Liliana. "F * ck! Boss, I don't think we asked him anything!"
At this time, Icetis finally couldn't take it anymore. She hugged her stomach and rolled around in midair. Her head of silver hair that was nearly two meters long spun like a propeller. "Oh my! The two of you are too precious! " Even if I die from laughter today, I won't have any regrets! "
Icetis, this fellow, really had a serious spasm when she laughed. In the end, I almost used a rope to tie her to the side in order to get some peace. When she finally calmed down with great difficulty, I gave the fallen apostle that gave me such an awkward look. I rubbed my nose and said, "Oh, I just want to know how you guys found out about our movements, as well as why you guys were fighting over the remains. Of course, you can choose to remain silent. In any case, Sandora will think of a way to make you talk. "
These two questions were of utmost importance. The former was related to whether the fallen apostle had grasped the intelligence of the Imperial Army's military movements. If it was the worst case scenario, then we would have fallen into an absolutely passive position in this war. The latter was related to the other party's military objectives. I didn't believe that they were fighting over the ancient remains to sell them as steel plates. However, it was hard to say whether the other party would answer these two questions. Even though that bastard had momentarily lost his sense of propriety for a moment, I had sufficient reason to believe that it was because our group had pulled down the average moral integrity of the people here. Moreover, who said that those who lost their sense of propriety had to be on our side?
The prisoner gasped for breath. He looked at me and clenched his teeth, stamping his feet as if he was going to die a martyr's death. "You can kill me however you want. I definitely won't divulge any secrets!"
Liliana immediately took out a mace and glared at the prisoner like a tiger watching its prey. "Then what did you mean by what you said just now? What do you mean by what did we ask just now? "
The prisoner's expression was grave and stern without any fear. He clenched his teeth and said.
"I can't stand grammatical mistakes the most!"
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