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Cassandra Valleskus would appreciate it if she knew what the mage wished for her.

But she can't hear or see anything now. All five of her senses were closed, this is a Skyhawk-style handwriting.

As we all know, if you want to send any message out in the universe, time is indispensable. This is not as simple as the Astra Militarum headquarters on the ground contacting the cruiser parked in orbit, and only needs to issue a few commands to the Thinker Array.

Therefore, if the Revenge's reply had reached her ship, they might have already arrived.

The universe is a vast and terrifying place, and the delivery of messages largely depends on time. The communication between the fleets still needs several hours to complete the frequency docking, let alone such an expeditionary fleet far away in another galaxy?

And again... yes, the universe is a vast and terrifying place.

And the latter, more than the former.

Cassandra took a deep breath, and heard the warning voice of the Aquila armor. After about five minutes, the brief lockdown ended. Her sensory deprivation was removed, and she could see and hear again.

It's a pity that she would rather see nothing now. You ask why? Ah, very simple.

The reason was a dead body with its chest and belly wide open.

Lying in front of her was the distended body of Colonel Dieter Karma, one of her adjutants. A dedicated Imperial Navy officer who is tough in battle. Be firm and persistent.

But now, he has become a **** corpse, all internal organs have disappeared. His Aquila armor failed to protect him, as the armor itself was damaged along with it.

Cassandra felt a convulsion in her stomach, and she didn't know why—am I still afraid of dead bodies?

She suppressed her thoughts and continued to observe Colonel Dieter's body, hoping to find some clues.

The mottled surface makes it look as if it has passed through hundreds of years out of thin air. Colonel Dieter's face had also shrunk, and Cassandra recognized who he was through a few plausible details. Around his corpse, the dried blood formed a complex formation, wrapping him within it.

Cassandra didn't know what this formation meant, but she instinctively didn't go any further. Furthermore, currently, what attracted her the most was the corner of Colonel Dieter's eyes.

Those **** eyes... If there was a choice, Cassandra Valleskus would firmly tell herself, those were not a pair of eyes, at least not the eyes that humans should have. But she couldn't think of a better word to describe them.

All she knew was that they were a pair of eyes that shouldn't appear on humans. Bloodshots filled every detail, making it cloudy, and the transparent texture made them look like some kind of toy. But they appear in a person.

Gazing at them, Cassandra felt a sudden surge of fear, then a deep shudder.

She almost fell into it, her thoughts stopped, and the cloudy eyes of the dead seemed to have some magical power, sucking her soul in—until the warning sound of Tianying came: "Pollution detected! Emergency measures are being activated, and 'reason' is being injected, please stay away from the source of pollution immediately!"

The Skyhawk's voice was shrill and distorted, receding—perhaps not receding, but fading away. It's like a radio has been thrown away, and even though it's still on, you can't hear the sound coming from it.

source of pollution?

Mrs. Cassandra was horrified, and immediately took a few steps back. At the same time. There was a sharp pain in her brain. Without panic, Cassandra immediately gritted her teeth and stood up straight.

Thirty seconds later, the pain passed. So she knew that the injection of 'reason' had been completed.

Sanity is a compound potion...she doesn't know the ingredients or why it works, but it can reverse the slight pollution somewhat.

He didn't observe Colonel Dieter's body anymore, and he didn't rashly contact the whole ship through the communication channel. She pulled out the r-2 short submachine gun from her waist and quietly walked out of the conference room.

Although the hallway of the Holy Ring was dark in the past, it had never made her feel so gloomy as it is today. Portraits of the ancestors of the Vanleskus family hung at both ends of the corridor, staring expressionlessly at Cassandra and at their descendants.

The ground was covered with blood, like traces left after the corpse was dragged. The emergency lights were not flashing, but no lights were on either.

In the end what happened?

She began to try to recall, and during this time adjusted the shooting mode of the r-2, changing it to a single shot mode. As an assault pistol, the r-2 can be fired in fully automatic mode, but she doesn't have much ammunition. Before finding the ammunition depot or getting replenished, every shot needs to be calculated carefully.

...No, can't remember. Can't remember anything.

Instead of panicking, she immediately began to assess her current state. Mrs. Cassandra has a certain understanding of chaos pollution. As a fleet commander, she has the right to consult those terrifying materials. So she knew that there was probably something wrong with herself.

But how big is the problem? Has she been completely polluted?

Tianying didn't warn, and the pattern was still operating stably. This instead made her start to suspect—why didn't you warn me? My memory is clearly faulty, there's no way I can't remember what happened a few minutes ago...

Moving forward along the corridor, she didn't see half a living person. The radar hadn't detected any living life either, and to make matters worse, the comm channel was dead silent so far.

"Tzeentch, please grant me strength."

She whispered the name of the Lord of Humanity, hoping she would give herself the courage to discover the truth. Mrs. Cassandra quickly walked to the meeting room on the first deck. If her memory was not completely wrong, there should be a large group of naval officers having a meeting to discuss follow-up matters.

Standing in front of the door, the dark door of the meeting room has not been destroyed, and the traces of blood are over here. Standing in front of the door, she heard a faint conversation coming from inside.

Grasping the r-2 pistol tightly, Mrs. Cassandra kicked open the door and rushed in—the effect of Skyhawk's enhanced strength supported her to do so, but after entering, what she saw made her hair stand on end.

Those are two people who are devouring each other.

One of the mandibles grew to a physiologically impossible appearance, almost completely swallowing a 1.85 meter tall man, leaving only a pair of thighs outside. At the same time, his throat was even swallowing continuously, trying to swallow him completely.

His throat and chest swelled to the limit because of this horrible scene, bones broke out, and nerves wrapped around them so weakly that they throbbed. And there was a smile on that swollen face, and even turned around slowly because of her arrival, and nodded.

Politeness - Incomparable politeness.

On the side that was devoured, his head protruded from the belly of the eater, with a strange smile on his face.

Seeing Cassandra approaching, he said unhurriedly: "Ah, ma'am, have you finished talking with Colonel Dieter? Our meeting has also ended, and I am talking to Major General Hiltenos Talking about the Vostonia Firstborns, they're strange, aren't they?"

Cassandra didn't do it right away.

"Yes, they are indeed strange—how did I just walk in?"

"...Is this some kind of joke, ma'am? Excuse me for my strange sense of humor, you walked in normally."

"Really? Who are you?" Cassandra raised her gun.

"I, I am Dalton Fitzgerald, ma'am, you—the Emperor, what have I done, why did you point your gun at me?"

"You shameless traitor!"

Cassandra couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed angrily: "How dare you mention that evil god's name in front of me?!"

"What, evil god?! No, no, there must be a misunderstanding, you—"

"—die, traitor!"

Cassandra roared and pulled the trigger, impartially, just hitting Dalton Fitzgerald's head. The air bomb completely disintegrated its head and half of the body of Major General Hiltnos.

In the dark, there was a laugh.

"Traitor! You are an evil person who believes in evil gods. Your existence has brought shame to the Fitzgerald family!"

Still puzzled, Cassandra frantically pulled the trigger on the corpses, and did not stop changing the magazine until they were completely turned into a puddle of mud.

Panting, she noticed with only her remaining rationality that the Aquila style did not remind her to stay away from the pollution source this time.

what happened? Could it be that their extremely blasphemous appearance is not considered as pollution from chaos?

"Wenzhen, detect these two corpses."

Wenzhen didn't answer her.

"Ringzhen, check these two corpses!" Cassandra shouted sharply.

Still no response, she began to feel a chill run down her back.

The battered corpses of Dalton Fitzgerald and Hiltnos were still in front of her eyes. In the past, these two people gave her the impression that they were good at fighting and rational, and they were officers who could be used to great advantage... .But their true identities are actually followers of evil gods who believe in the emperor!

And now...if even the built-in pattern array of Skyhawk Style loses its original function, UU Reading www. What else is uukanshu.com worthy of her trust? What else can be trusted?

She turned, determined to go to the bridge, and send another message to warn the living saint that he must not dock with the Holy Ring. She doesn't know the truth, but the pollution has definitely started creeping up on her ship.

Fathers, I shame you...

Madam Cassandra gritted her teeth and moved towards the bridge a little bit. She didn't know the truth, didn't know what happened, but she still remembered that she had to fulfill her mission.

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But... what she saw must be the truth? Or is it that someone is covering her eyes, making what she sees a distorted fact between her fingers?

The laughter in the void began to become more and more piercing, but Cassandra Valleskus, whose eyes and ears were covered, could not hear or see at all.