Chapter 472 "Pirate Ship" "Wolf's Den" "Interruption"

"Please pay attention, passengers, the terminal is coming soon."

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When the reminder broadcast from the carriage sounded, Chirac Oren, who was sitting in the last row, slowly raised his head, looking extremely tired.

He looked like he had lost his soul, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The low voice in his mind had been tightly wrapped around him like a nightmare since he stepped on the train, constantly threatening and warning him.

What was even more suffocating was that the voice also "guided" him on how to reply to his parents' text messages and calls to cover up his true situation.

While the train was running, Chirac learned through the giant phone that his father had received his text message, and immediately mobilized people to investigate.

However, his father's reply made Chirac feel desperate.

The patrol officers checked the senior high school student named Marul Conco and found that his file was impeccable.

Whether it was academic records, network data, or social background, Marul was a model of a "model student".

That guy not only had excellent grades, but was also a big shot in the school. Even his classmates and teachers praised him for being enthusiastic and helpful.

What made Chirac feel helpless was that the patrolmen accurately locked and tracked Marul's whereabouts through monitoring and the assistance of their synthetic partners.

But even so, they could not take any coercive measures against him and could only give a routine verbal warning.

The reason was simple. Marul did not make any clear threats or infringements against Chirac.

Such a result not only made Chirac unable to convince the police to conduct further investigations, but also made him lack "credibility" in front of his father. Under the monitoring of the voice in his mind, he could not provide more evidence to his father, let alone complain.

After all, as long as he mentioned words like "mind" and "threat" to his father, his parents and even the relatives and friends he knew would suffer.

And his mother called to ask why he hadn't returned home so late.

Chirac could only bite the bullet and follow the "instructions" of the deep voice, using the excuse of "going to a classmate's house to play" to get by.

He listened to his mother's obviously concerned instructions, but he was tortured by an unprecedented sense of oppression in his heart.

His palms holding the phone were already full of cold sweat, but he didn't dare to show any abnormality, so he could only force himself to stay calm and deal with it.

The train slowly stopped at the terminal, and when the door opened, Chirac breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar scene outside the window, his mind working rapidly, trying to find a way out of this terrifying dilemma.

But under the surveillance of that cold voice, the only thing he could do was to get off the train as requested by the other party and step into an unknown situation.

The terminal of the train was located in the western suburbs of New Argo.

The scene here was completely different from the city center. It was full of "vast" farmland, extending uniformly into the distance, and the outlines of several modern livestock farms could be vaguely seen.

There was no traditional farmer labor in the farmland, instead, various fully automated agricultural machinery, which operated in an orderly manner in the fields, showing extremely efficient productivity.

The buildings near the platform are not densely packed. Only two huge buildings that reach the sky are particularly conspicuous, and there are some houses, convenience stores and small and medium-sized shopping malls around them.

These buildings are designed to be simple and practical, and blend harmoniously with the surrounding open natural environment.

Although it is located in the suburbs, it is still full of vitality and prosperity.

The streets are bustling with people, and various life scenes are vividly displayed. The sky above is filled with shuttles, drawing soft light tracks.

Chirac walked out of the carriage slowly, with undisguised tiredness on his face.

His eyes quickly swept around the platform.

The low voice that threatened him was quiet at this moment, and no more instructions were given, but he knew that this calmness was just a disguise.

"Keep going--"

A voice suddenly sounded, and under the pressure of the other party, he could only choose to continue to obey.

According to the "order" in his mind, Chirac walked straight through the crowd and left the platform.

His steps seemed steady, but in fact they were a bit stiff, and his eyes were always vigilantly observing the surroundings.

After walking for less than five minutes, he came to a large parking lot next to the platform.

Here, the order was also well-organized, with various types of hovercrafts neatly arranged, and some were still undergoing automatic cleaning and maintenance.

He stopped, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he vaguely felt that what was going to happen next would be even worse.

"That - purple hovercraft - go in -"

At this time, the low voice echoed in his mind again, with an unquestionable tone.

Chirac quickly looked around and soon noticed that there was a dark purple painted box-type hovercraft in the parking lot in front.

The surface of the vehicle was painted flawlessly, and the streamlined design of the body was particularly eye-catching.

Chirac gritted his teeth and weighed whether he should obey the other party's orders over and over in his mind.

However, the voice seemed to be able to see through every thought of his, and the next second it added coldly:

"Don't try to delay time - go in!"

Helplessly, he could only choose to obey and walked towards the hovercraft.

The moment he approached——

Swish!

The sliding door on the side facing him opened automatically, revealing the dark interior of the car, like an abyss swallowing up light.

Chirac hesitated for a moment, but finally got in.

Swish——Bang!

The sliding door closed quickly, isolating him from the outside world.

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire car, without a single ray of light entering, and the surroundings were so quiet that only his rapid breathing and the echo of his heartbeat could be heard.

Buzz~!

The low sound of the magnetic levitation engine sounded, and the entire car began to vibrate slowly, and then gradually and steadily rose.

At this moment, Chirac realized that he had completely lost his way out and was completely on the "pirate ship".

"Hoohoo."

Chirac's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he could hardly hear his heartbeat.

He kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm his emotions, but it was almost ineffective.

No matter how hard he tried, the nervous emotions still hovered in his chest like a cold wind, making him unable to get rid of this deep uneasiness.

He wanted to take out his mobile phone, but he was worried about the voice in his mind.

After an unknown period of time, the engine sound of the hovercraft suddenly changed, began to slow down, and gradually entered a descending state.

Until the sound of "dong, dong" was heard, indicating that the hovercraft had already landed on a solid ground or on a platform of some kind.

Swish!

At this moment, the sliding door of the carriage opened again.

Through the gradually brightening purple light, Chirac squinted his eyes and walked out of the carriage, and immediately felt a strange atmosphere.

The surrounding environment was full of mystery, and the air was filled with pungent perfume, and the purple light emanated from the surrounding lights, as if everything was shrouded in some unknown energy.

He looked around and found himself standing in a huge warehouse.

And there were a large number of men and women gathered here, shaking and swinging their bodies with heavy metal rock.

The notes of the electronic synthesizer "exploded" in the air from time to time, and the intense rhythm made it almost impossible to think.

The sound waves penetrated his body, making him dizzy and his vision became a little blurred.

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"Hello, newcomer."

Just as Chirac was still adapting to this sudden environment, a low and teasing voice sounded.

He turned around quickly and saw a woman in a deep V-neck evening dress approaching him.

The other person's steps were elegant and confident, with a faint smile on his face, long silver-white hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable charm.

And the other person's posture was just right, as elegant and agile as a cheetah, and the innate noble temperament made Chirac a little stunned.

"I didn't expect you to be really difficult to invite." The woman continued, with a gentle tone and a bit of playfulness:

"At such a young age, you are so defensive."

The woman's eyes swept over Chirac, as if she was looking at his every move, and the smile on her face did not dissipate.

Chirac stood there, feeling like he was trapped by an invisible bondage, his heartbeat accelerated, and his nerves were tense.

"Relax, child, I just had to use threats and warnings to guide you here, to this real "big family."

The woman smiled slightly, and her gentle tone revealed an irresistible power.

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked the top of Sirak's head. The touch made him tremble, not because of comfort, but because of the instinctive resistance to the unknown deep in his heart.

"Join us." She leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Sirak, and her whisper seemed to contain some invisible magic:

"You still have a chance to become the supreme being that symbolizes perfection - become an Astarte."

"Is it you?!"

Sirak's pupils shrank suddenly, and his tone was full of disbelief.

His mind was running fast, quickly connecting everything in front of him.

The once low and majestic voice in his mind now coincided with the extremely beautiful and noble woman in front of him.

He took a half step back in disbelief, but resisted the urge to turn around and run away, because he knew he had no way to escape.

However, what made him more uneasy than the shocking discovery was her words.

The other party not only admitted to "guiding" him, but also tried to seduce him with words such as "supreme" and "symbol of perfection".

Even mentioned that he still had a chance to become an Astarte?

Sirak frowned, and a trace of contempt appeared on his face, with the stubbornness and disdain unique to young people.

He had heard countless legendary stories about Astartes since he was a child, and he knew how these great warriors became the guardians of mankind through strict screening and transformation.

The proposal of the woman in front of him sounded absurd and false.

Sirak's heart was churning like the sea, realizing that the situation in front of him was much more dangerous than he had imagined.

He did not fully understand psychic power, but the woman in front of him could communicate with him at such a long distance, and even had such a strong influence on his thoughts, which was enough to prove that she was not an ordinary human.

And this ability to cross physical distance and directly enter his mind made him involuntarily classify her as a "demon creature".

The woman's frivolous behavior was like teasing, which was tantamount to blasphemy against the sanctity of the empire.

Chirac became increasingly aware that there might be a huge conspiracy behind the "invitation" in front of him.

Harvest Planet was the home planet assigned by the Emperor to the Sons of Man, but even on the home planet, there was a "supernatural" threat?

Sirak just thought about how to remind the Son of Man, and he praised the woman in front of him and all the guys gathered here!

It was true that he was rejected, but he knew very well that the Astartes, no, the most preferred character of the Emperor was loyalty and perseverance!

He will not join the so-called "big family" just because of the other party's temptation!

However, just as Chirac was nervously planning how to take action, the woman suddenly let out a more frivolous and provocative laugh:

"Hahaha~! Your child's will is so strong. I love it so much~!"

There was an inexplicable excitement and satisfaction in her voice, as if she was playing with a prey, and Chirac's "struggle" and "resistance" only brought her more fun.

While smiling, the woman slowly raised her left hand, her five fingers spread out like sharp claws, and the next second she tightly grasped Chirac's head.

The power was both cold and irresistible, making Chirac feel a tingling pain in his scalp, as if even his bones were screaming.

"I don't believe it." Her voice was full of teasing and provocation, and her eyes showed a kind of twisted excitement:

"Can you still keep going? Oh, my child."

She leaned down slightly, approaching Chirac's face, and her tone was low and bewitching:

"Why do you think I went to such trouble to bring you here? First, because I saw your potential and couldn't wait to 'taste' it~! Hahaha!"

The woman suddenly laughed loudly, her laughter was shrill and harsh, as if she was announcing the victory of a hunt:

"What a pity! What a pity! The son of man has given up on such a 'delicious thing' as yours! What a blind eye!"

Chirac clenched his fists when he heard this. Even though he was restrained and unable to move, the anger in his heart grew stronger.

"As for the second reason." The woman's voice suddenly dropped, and her smile gradually turned cold:

"It's to prevent you, the little brat, from messing up my Lord's plan. Now, even if I let you go, what can you do? Oh, the outside world is too far away from here, and there is no time. Do you understand?"

At this point, she curled her lips and pulled Sirak's head hard, forcing him to stand up.

"Come on, follow me, child." She deliberately prolonged her voice, with a chilling intimacy in her voice.

At this time, Chirac knew that no matter what, he could not escape the other party's "playing", and immediately cursed:

"Bastard! Heretic! Your master will definitely be destroyed by the Emperor!"

"Haha." After hearing this, the woman was not only not angry, but also said with admiration:

"You kid, it's true."

嘡-嘡-! !

The woman's words were interrupted by the sudden sound of bolt gunfire.