"I will give you freedom, Okam, your past thoughts deceive you."
"What you believe in is not the liberator, but the oppressor."
"They turned you into a useless person, both mentally and physically. Since they turned you into what you are now, can you feel other desires besides obedience?"
"Everything is just for enslavement! You should be your own master!"
Bang--
A sound of metal shattering and a slight shake made Occam get rid of his annoying thoughts. He then turned around and opened the observation window, and vaguely saw a white, seemingly broken anti-gravity car parked in front of the cargo hold.
"Tsk!"
Accompanied by an angry voice, the car door opened, and a tall, weird red-haired man wearing a funny pirate windbreaker, a face full of flesh and a black eye mask entered the vehicle, and there was a thin follower beside him.
Only then did Okam realize that perhaps it was because the driver was too tired that he accidentally rear-ended a white garbage truck.
He felt a little unlucky. To be honest, this place was very desolate and there was no one in the ruins around him. In this way, he could even rear-end.
"Hey! Bastard! How can you drive! You can bump into me even if you are such a wide place!"
The one-eyed pirate came to the cockpit of the cargo hold and patted the door of the cockpit with force.
"You tm driver's license show me, bastard!"
Seeing that the other party had no response, Rozim's voice became stronger, but it did not shake the dull driver.
He became even more annoyed now. It would be fine if he didn't receive the award. He ran to the unstoppable city to avoid the pursuit of blood actors. He stole the car with Karen's skills. Unexpectedly, he was rear-ended as soon as he drove it out. His original pointed butt turned completely flat, and the car became like a pig.
"Boss, why do I look at the guy a little like a servant?"
With Isven's kind reminder, Rozim noticed that something was wrong with the driver.
"As a servant? You can't just let him drive such a big car alone, right?"
As he said that, his eyes turned to the carriage.
"Dog Damn must be hiding here!"
At this time, the car door opened again, and Latasin, Kron and several Titanium Starmen in cloaks also got out of the car.
As for how they could only ride four people, they only know how many people were stuffed in.
“Hey hey hey hey!”
Rozim turned to the back of the carriage and slapped the thick iron door hard, making a dull sound.
"Get out of here, bastard! Or I'll forcefully break the door!"
But suddenly, Ratasin pressed his shoulder.
"Stop shooting, there is no one inside, let's go."
"Ah? This - hiss!"
But Latasin suddenly used force and pinched Rozim's shoulder a little hurt.
"What are you doing?"
"Go away, stop asking."
Although he was still confused, Ratasin's attitude was obviously different from before. Rozim realized that there was something wrong with it, so he surrendered and nodded.
"Let's go, don't bother with these bastards."
Listening to the noisy sounds outside gradually faded away, Okam put down the gun in his hand slightly, and Alphas around him had already pulled his fingers on the trigger and was ready to fire at any time.
He opened the observation window and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the funny guys leaving.
For some reason, when the other party slapped the door, he was unexpectedly nervous.
But this is very strange in itself. It is obviously just a few miscellaneous fish, so why is he nervous?
Okam couldn't say it, but at least it would be a good thing if the other party went away.
Then Okam ordered another slave in the cabin to replace the one who was driving, and then the truck crashed into the scrapped car and continued on the road.
After that, the sound in his mind began to gnaw on Occam's will again, but he put it behind his mind, even if every word it said would take root in his soul.
All this stems from him carrying the cube on his body. In fact, the risk is very high, but he is really worried about throwing it on the boat.
Not long after the truck drove away, Rozim and his men emerged from the dark again.
"Ratasin, what's your idea?"
Facing Rozim's inquiry, Ratasin replied with a smile:
"Aren't you looking for Soshiyan? Maybe you can do it with those people."
"Those people... aren't they Dark Spirits?"
Ratasin did not answer, but just looked at the direction of the car going away, and then an inexplicable word came out.
"I've met again, the unreal one."
Okam, who was continuing to fight with the sound in the cabin, suddenly heard another metallic sound coming from all over the skull at the same time, quickly overwhelming "it".
"Recalling, this thing is not your master. This creature wanders through the Milky Way, feeding on stars, leaving deep darkness to the sky it passes, just as if you need to breathe air, he lives by deception... Transcendent, eternal, greedy like a vampire, is the ghost of the end of the world reflected in the broken realm."
Okam was shocked.
"Omizal Walker!"
He remembered very clearly why he shattered the head of the alien technician with a bomb gun, and why his voice still came.
The scene of that day immediately appeared before my eyes-
Under the black pyramid, a space-dead technician is confronting a god.
"Omizal Walker, I know the name."
"I know yours, Star God, Meffitland... the fraudster."
"I thought your poor race had been completely eradicated from this planet."
"Not all, I have returned, the fraudster, I will make sure that my dynasty can continue, avenge my fellow inorganic alloys, reverse the cast mistakes, and crush this realm of lies to pieces."
"Omizar Walker, of course, but do you think you can imprison a god? I am the clone of the fraudster. Do you think I will not be free? What you do will not bring consequences? I will not become a weapon in the hands of inferior races of the Galaxy, technicians, how did you feel when your weapons are aimed at your tribe? They may have died at my hands, but it is you who put me back to the Galaxy, Omizar Walker, don't forget this, never forget it."
"I appeal to all the mortals on this planet."
Omizal Walker turned and raised his hands and said:
"All living, breathable lives, whether your body is pure or corrupted, will end all of us. He will only begin by controlling the seeds of disaster sowing by the Legion of Betrayal, with the intention of using our clan's technology outside the core of the galaxy to cut off your connection with the subspace realm. If the sea of souls is exhausted, it will no longer allow your starships to sail far away or send messages to the distant world. Your talents can no longer draw strength from it, and the polluted can no longer contact those impure beings! Yes, the whirlpool of storm called homeland will be swallowed by silence, and the fraudster will devour the souls of your race, just as he did to my race! Before that, destroy him!"
After that, it was a chaotic nightmare, and Okam lost all his original comrades.