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 broke into a run, running up the slope into the woods and around the park toward the west gate.
He needed 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, slipped into the wonderful coolness and darkness of the room, and quickly closed and bolted the door.
He waited, listening to the dull sound of footsteps and voices outside the door.
boom------!
At that moment, the door splintered as something rushed 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 iron-clad hand 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 wildly.
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, a heavy burden suddenly appeared on his body, a terrible weight that was about to crush him.
A giant armored hand closed around his throat again.
"Let's talk slowly later."
After saying that, he felt his eyes go dark and he fainted.
When Sorge woke up again, he found himself in a basement or dungeon, tied to a wooden chair, and there was a smell of blood in his mouth.
A Space Marine sat on a metal box across from him, wearing silver-gray power armor and a helmet, his weapon across his legs. Sorge's package lay at the other'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 problem 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 feel a little confused - usually only the Eighth Legion would decorate their helmets like this in the Eye of Terror.
"gentlemen--"
"Call me sir with some respect."
"I don't feel like I'm in a position to have discussions."
Sorge said helplessly, his head hurt, but he still found out his soul, maybe he could still contact his master——
No, it's useless.
Sorge's initial suspicion was confirmed. The psychic energy here had been isolated, and the other party was well prepared.
His master knew nothing of it.
"Whatever you want, take it."
The Space Marine didn't 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 carefully for you."
"It sounds like you are very familiar with my master?"
This is also where Sorge is very confused. Not only does the other party know who his master is, but he also seems to understand it 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 master planted the last layer of insurance in my soul."
The Space Marine turned a blind eye to his words and just played with the soul-finding stone in his hand.
"You are special."
"I'm just a servant-"
"No, you're not even human."
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 eventually his face transformed into that of a young man.
"Who are you and why do you know this?"
"The details don't matter."
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 Not even a living person.”
Sorge frowned. He was not afraid of the interrogator, but facing an interrogator who knew him well, he was at a loss.
So he lowered his head and exhaled slowly.
"Just kill me."
"Has your life been so long that you long for death?"
"I can see I'm losing."
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 get tired one day.
"I appreciate your candor. What's your name?"
"Sorge."
"Sorge, you may or may not know me, 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.
In an instant, Sorge's heart twitched violently.
He had indeed seen this person, but he could never have imagined that it would be him who caught him here, at this time!
"you--"
Sorge was so shocked that he almost lost the ability to speak. After stumbling for more than ten seconds, he called out the name.
"Talos Valcolan of the Eighth Legion! Why are you here!"
A smile appeared on the prophet's pale face, as if he was satisfied with the results he had achieved.
Then he put his face in front of the other person, put 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 not that he had never 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 things that are more important to you."
"whats the matter?"
The smile on the prophet's face became even brighter, and he softly uttered two words.
"--free."
