On the cold floor, the fortune teller's sky-blue eyes looked up at Felice Monk, revealing an unintentional surprise, just as the death of a professional prophet had arrived long before he expected it.
Just as he focused on his head on the ground, he felt his pistol be taken away from his hand, and he was also caught, his head tightly locked by a force that almost crushed his head.
Philipchi Monk tried to struggle, but his arms and legs were nailed together, just as his head was firmly secured. The bones in the skull were almost collapsed under the pressure, and his eyes were filled with pain.
But at least his mouth was not blocked.
"come out!"
He shouted.
"Don't hide like a coward."
Suddenly, his body was free, and Felice Monk hurriedly ran towards the command podium, screaming along the way around his eardrums.
Before he arrived, the door quietly opened.
Then he was stunned, the command cabin was almost empty, only his first mate was nailed to the wall.
His limbs were removed and his face was pierced by countless pieces. The neurotoxin embedded in these pieces caused the first mate to be in the pain of death - but he was still not dead, and the pile of wreckage was still shaking.
"Interesting art, is it?"
A bad high-pitched voice sounded, and Felichemonk turned around suddenly.
Then, it came out of the fog.
A black nightmare, with pale skin as a corpse, eyes as black as hollows among stars, slender body, armor on its body is full of spikes and barbs, but it is smooth enough to reflect. However, Filiche Monk seemed to have many blurred faces slid past the armor.
It looked at the small man in front of it with contempt, just like a man who saw a group of ants busy with his own little things, indifferent.
As a former Astral Army officer, Filiche Monk was memorized by the alien recognition guide in the Military Affairs Department's manual, so he immediately recognized this thing, this extremely terrifying alien.
"Dark Spirit Clan!"
Hearing the words uttered between the other party's teeth, the dark lord walked forward, reached out to touch the gorgeous epaulette symbolizing the captain's status, and then looked back at the thing that made the captain unable to move.
Then he made a gesture, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the battleship's operating table.
"What did you do to my people?"
The Dark Spirit showed no sign of hearing him speak, instead, it went to the monitor that scans the authorized personnel and seemed to be operating something before standing aside - does it know how to operate the human machinery?
Suddenly, a violent vibration came, and Felice Monk tripped and almost fell.
Further vibrations followed, as if from a further distance, all of them passed through the ground to his feet.
Something was shaking the merchant ship.
Then he saw it.
In the dark void, several black, huge alien warships with sails appeared at some point, and they were not there a few seconds ago.
At this time, a few more weird aliens came in.
They have a tall body similar to Astarte, but their heads are like a hated poisonous snake. No, they should be said to be a group of poisonous snakes with four arms!
Filiche Monk knew these poisonous snakes in black armor, not only from the manuals of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but also witnessed them with his own eyes.
The Snake Man is the notorious mercenary in the Milky Way, because once they appear, it means that their master, the Dark Spirit, must be present.
Snakeman is a mercenary race that lives in the Milky Way and often appears as a follower of the Dark Spirit consul.
Thousands of years ago, this race fell in the face of uncontrolled temptation and quickly became one of the most favored creatures among the Dark Spirits. Their pairs of arms on their serpentine bodies allowed them to carry enough blades or other weapons to quickly kill any fools who wanted to harm their masters. These characteristics and their fighting skills allowed them to become terrifying demonic warriors in battle.
And why they are often selected into the bodyguards of the consuls, the more important reason is not only loyalty, because the politics of the Dark Spirits has always been capricious, and even their enemies on the battlefield can often witness deadly conspiracies and major betrayals. Many attacks by the Dark Spirits failed because of these aliens' love for betrayal and their contempt for companions. Those Dark Spirits who are fortunate to survive for a long time will not only learn to predict betrayal, but also learn to regard betrayal as the default norm.
Although even people of the consuls must sometimes rely on others, no one can achieve such a status without realizing that their blood relatives appear reliable only in sinisterness and deceit. Therefore, as personal bodyguards, the snake man is more reliable than blood relatives in the eyes of the consuls.
The remnants of the snake man culture are believed to have been extinguished, and the remnants of their race exist mainly as a client of the Dark Spirit. It is believed that the reason why the snake man serves so loyally is due to an existential indifference, which has long been lost in addition to instinctive physiological needs, and even their employers cannot pull them to the topic, and most consuls are not inclined to prompt them to think too carefully about such issues.
On the battlefield, they always use their eye sockets to stare at the battlefield from a distance with a reptile-like eye. Many people think that this cold gaze is more disturbing than the joyful and malicious intentions of the conspiracy group raids, because they do not recognize any form of life, even their own.
While thinking about the snake man, Felice Monk was pushed onto the command bridge by these beasts. His shoulders were stiff and motionless, and the red light shone on his face from top to bottom.
And the aliens stood quietly, their thoughts seemed to be talking silently, with only occasional slight hissing, which was the impression of the communication that Philip Monk got from them.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the darkness had dissipated and he could see that the other aliens who came out of the void were carrying terrifying weapons with barbs and their armor was still stained with blood.
"Hello, Captain Monkey."
The first Dark Spirit Clan appeared seemed to be the leader of this group of aliens. Although he didn't speak loudly, it made Felice Monk instinctively choose to retreat.
"I believe you're very good...oh! It's not right."
As he said, he suddenly shrank his head and interrupted himself as if he had said the wrong thing.