"Ahem, that-"
Seeing everyone busy, Melissa tried to strike a pose that she thought was chic, but was uncomfortably aware that she was the only one without any team.
The Inquisitor would have said something if he had intended to involve her, but he showed no signs of doing so so far, merely nodding briskly to each group.
"We will meet at Gate 1 in three hours, disband!"
The entourage emerged from the suite without a word, and although they were assorted and well-stocked, they operated with a parade-ground efficiency that rivaled even the most elite death squads of the Imperial Guard.
Suddenly, with a start, Melissa realized that she was the last person to leave.
The Inquisitor was staring at her, his gloved fingers playing gracefully with the cross-shaped badge around his neck.
"Melissa."
He looked elusive.
"We need to talk alone..."
"grown ups."
She swallowed, looking for the right way to express her confusion, and finally said something lame.
"What are we going to talk about?"
The expected rebuke of her rudeness never came, and she imagined the man's lips curling behind the mask: the smile of a cat amused by its struggling prey.
"That's it, Melissa, you already knew that."
She couldn't help but frown.
"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?"
"What did you say? Something from the sky... something huge... something dark?"
"I...I'm sorry, sir, I didn't-"
"you are right."
"Um?"
The Inquisitor let out a burst of secret laughter.
"Girl, do you know what the goal of our operation is?"
"Is... to eliminate heretics?"
The laughter on the Inquisitor's face became even weirder.
"Do you know why I transferred you to my side?"
Melissa shook her head.
"You will know later that this operation will be with me and disbanded."
As the Inquisitor walked away at a measured pace, she stomped to her dirty bedroom to prepare, but an ominous premonition twisted in her heart - the awakening omen returned to her, and she Wincing in pain.
Something is coming.
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"I can't stay too long."
At a corner of the dark cabin passage, a tall figure leaned against the wall, wearing a robe, his face completely covered in shadow.
"If you have anything, just ask quickly."
"You got it?"
In the darkness, another man walked out, wearing black armor with golden flame patterns. There was a scar on his unruly face, which made him always look like he was wearing a mocking smile.
It was none other than the Prince of Crows, Sevatar.
Sevatar stood firm twenty steps away from the man, and then looked at the heavily wrapped object hanging on the man's belt.
"Is it still peaceful recently?"
"Quite peaceful."
"Sure enough, you should be the one to do this, not me."
"It's not voluntary. Besides, I'm busy and I have my own work to do. If you have anything to say, please say it quickly before others notice."
"Really? Are you sure no one else will notice you coming here?"
"Don't ask, I won't tell."
"Well, I was wondering, wouldn't it be fun to have you running around?"
"What do you think? Frankly speaking, I would rather go to Terra's prison than take care of your baby like a nanny. I have been wiping the butts of your descendants during this time, you know. "
"Junior, I haven't heard that word in a long time."
Saiveta said, almost smiling.
"It's a pity that I don't have enough skills. Otherwise, I really want to see what the legion would be like in another environment."
"So what do you want with me?"
"No you didn't, I shouldn't even be talking to you."
"We have arrived at Pai Shang."
"Um?"
The mysterious man sounded surprised and even lowered his hands on his chest.
"When did you arrive?"
"If calculated according to Terran time, it was five days ago."
"Hiss - it's a little different from what was said in the plan. Are you guys here a little early? The situation of the battle is still very unclear. I speculate that the reinforcements of the Red Pirates have reached the ground through some means."
"There is no way, some people can't wait any longer."
As he spoke, the relaxed expression on Seveta's face disappeared.
For the first time in such a long time, a look appeared in the eyes of the Crow Prince. That look seemed to say that even if the entire universe tried to stop him, he would still try to do the right thing.
"Listen, you must remind Soshyan not to confront Abaddon head-on. The Eldar next to him should not show up again. Once you find the flagship, leave Paishang immediately and stop caring about the war here."
The mysterious man was silent for a while, then said:
"This is somewhat different from the plan."
"Don't worry about the plan. I don't know you and you don't know me, but you definitely know what I'm thinking. We've had enough of being slaves. Don't let others continue to be slaves."
The mysterious man nodded immediately.
"I'll do my best. But—"
"but what?"
"I have a hunch that a darkness is shrouding, and something went wrong. This so-called plan has been implemented for nearly ten thousand years. No matter what its original intention was, the long time has caused it to deviate a lot."
"That's how your consciousness works."
"No, this is not something related to spiritual energy. This is like...knowing something deep in the bone marrow. The gods are watching here. The gods are watching the Paiji star and Soshiyang. We are not just with Against our colleagues, we are still against the gods.”
"Ha, so are you scared?"
"I just... From a personal point of view, I still have some personal things to deal with, and... I have to make a choice, but I don't think I like any choice. Forget it, it doesn't matter. Soshiyan doesn't Not a difficult person to get along with, I’ll help you.”
"Thank you so much... It's a bit ironic to say that. I have always thought that you are a literary writer who seeks drama, starting from your report."
"Report? What report?"
"I won't mention the old things anymore."
Savita waved her hand.
"Okay, that's it, we won't contact you again in a short time."
The mysterious man nodded, and then with the air ripples visible to the naked eye, he disappeared directly. Sevita turned around and took out his winged helmet from the compartment on the side, and pressed it on his head with a click. .
"We're about to land, Sai, where are you?"
A rich voice sounded from the communicator.
"I'll be right away."
The Prince of Crows, Sevita, twisted his neck, then took steps towards the end of the passage, and the shadow gradually faded away with the sound of footsteps.
