Just when the speechless man was shocked by his absurd behavior, a face from the past, a ghost, suddenly appeared in this bloody, devastated and gloomy wasteland.
"you--"
The extreme surprise and fear made him even forget the fact that he could not speak, but no sound came out of his open mouth.
The next second, he felt a raging flame burning in his chest. When he looked down, he found four sharp claws sticking out of his chest. They were so similar to the claws of those hateful black birds... .
He tried to scream as the claws were pulled out from behind him, but there was only silence.
As he fell to the ground, he felt someone grab his arms, holding him still.
He struggled, squirmed, and screamed silently, but he couldn't break free.
"Long time no see, Sargon Arigesh."
Sagan raised his head and watched the man in front of him slowly walking towards him. The black scorpion seemed to be stinging him with its poisonous sting. The other person's voice was calm and familiar.
"Who are you?"
He wanted to ask, but couldn't form a single note.
Two forces behind him were holding him down.
Then, he saw the scorpion raise its tail stinger, which he was sure would penetrate his head——
The man named Sagan's eyes widened. He saw many people and ghosts, and he knelt down involuntarily.
The crows around him were laughing at him, and he saw them everywhere. In their eyes, he saw the source of betrayal, and he finally understood that he had been betrayed.
"Abaddon..."
He finally realized why there was no response from the orbit. They had left long ago and abandoned him here, waiting for the empire to destroy him. And there was only one person who could make them make such a decision...
At that moment, he wanted to laugh and cry, but only darkness enveloped him.
He stretched his hand forward, as if to touch an invisible being.
Then, something hit him hard on the back of his head, and he instantly lost consciousness...
[So you have realized it]
A voice suddenly burst into his dream. Sagan's consciousness was still in a hazy state. Several days of psychic torture had caused his consciousness to wander between wakefulness and mold lake for a long time.
【He betrayed...】
[No, he discovered it]
【Discover......】
[Why did you turn to Abaddon]
[Because I believe he is the destiny of chaos...]
【No, that's not the case】
【no......】
[Think about it, has anyone, somewhere, said anything to you?]
【Who...where...said what...】
Suddenly, as if some mechanism was triggered, Sagan suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw the poisonous scorpion.
"You're here again."
Whispers like broken bellows were squeezed out of his throat. The other party used mysterious means to repair his language ability, but instead ignored the devil's lips on his shoulders that could reveal the truth, which always made Sagan feel strange.
When Sagan's throat was destroyed by the Blood Angels and he was unable to speak, as a Word Bearer, he planned to summon a demon to solve the problem. After a ritual operation, the demon was bound to the shoulders of his armor and could logically replace him. But Sagan later discovered a problem, that is, the speech of the two mouths around him was not completely under his control, and they often spoke directly from his heart. ….
This was very bad, so Sagan could only seal the devil's mouth and communicate with other people through sign language or corpses.
"You get nothing from me."
A faint chuckle came from under the poisonous scorpion's helmet.
"I never intended to get anything from you, or I've already gotten it."
"Well?"
Sagan frowned. He was still not sure who was arresting him. From his observation, he felt that these people did not look like members of the Empire, but they were not some chaotic force either.
What's even weirder is that the person in front of him gives him a very strong sense of familiarity.
"Now that you have it, can you let me go?"
"Ha, then where are you going?"
"I--"
Sagan's words were stagnant. It was obvious that Abaddon could no longer tolerate him. Going back would be a dead end. And since he had abandoned his original legion and joined the Black Legion, the Word Bearers would not treat him well.
seem......
He was left alone.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and said:
"Who are you? What's your goal in catching me? Maybe... it's possible for us to cooperate again."
"Sagun, oh sagun, you will always be this virtuous."
The man let out a contemptuous laugh, suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed Sagan's chin violently.
"Tell me, what is Luo Jia's purpose in arranging you to join the Black Legion?"
"Well!?"
Sagan's eyes widened. He didn't know why the other party suddenly thought of this. He rebelled against the Legion voluntarily and joined the Black Legion because he was impressed by Abaddon.
As a result, the other party smiled and said:
"You must think you did it voluntarily, right?"
With that said, the other person released the hand holding his chin and patted the devil's face on his shoulder.
"Do you think you summoned these two things? No, they were given to you by Luojia. Your every move was under his control from beginning to end, so you understand why Abaddon secretly did it. Are you there? Oh, maybe you don’t know that it was us who killed the killer arranged by Abaddon, otherwise you would have been a corpse long ago.”
"this--"
"I said, I have learned what I want to know from the moment when your consciousness seal relaxed. The only thing you can do now is to cooperate and tell me, what exactly did Luo Jia say to you at that time?"
Sagan's consciousness is now in chaos. He never thought that these things would happen to him. Everything was obviously of his own will, so would his memory betray him?
But vaguely, he felt that what the other party said might be true...
Really?
Suspicion was like a crack, gradually spreading in the barrier of his will. Several days of psychic interrogation itself had already made this barrier crumbling.
Seizing this opportunity, the tail of the poisonous scorpion helmet coiled on the backpack moved at an extremely fast speed and stung Sagan's head.
Sagan rolled his eyes and fainted instantly, and the barrier of his will collapsed under the final impact of a certain force. A large amount of information poured out like a flood that broke a dam, and was visible to outsiders.
Half an hour later, the door opened again.
"Done?"
"Um."
Scorpion Helmet nodded slightly.
"Things are much worse than I expected. Luojia discovered the existence of the Wise Man very early. He arranged for Sagan to contact Abaddon just to destroy the Wise Man's layout. There is a high probability that the dark son arranged by the Wise Man in the Black Legion has rebelled. , he may be in danger this time when he goes to the Alenich Abyss."
"What?"
When Bathelm heard this, even his habitual frivolous accent disappeared and he became very serious.
"No way... How can someone as stupid as Luo Jia be able to make such a deployment?"
"When discussing whether he is stupid, you must first understand that he is a Primarch after all, and doesn't Gutera have a saying, great wisdom is like a fool."
"Then now..."
"Immediately summon the raven and the jackal and the dead eagle to return to the Song of Killing and set off for the Alaniqi Abyss. Nothing will happen to the wise man. He is the only backup now. If he fails, then the ten thousand years of Planning..."
"But now Soshyan is at war with the Hurons, and the raven, the dead eagle, and the Huron
If the wolf is transferred, I am worried that it may have a negative impact on the war situation. "
"I don't care about that much now, and Soshyan has enough ability to protect himself now. Even if he can't defeat Huron for a while, he won't lose."
"Okay, then I'll contact Atani now."
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