The canine teeth and saliva were completely twisted, the armor was scattered all over the floor, and the scars left after torture could be seen on the swollen and bulging body, with blood dripping continuously.

More and more Space Wolves gathered here, and no one said anything. These were the people carefully selected by Yolin. They knew and even witnessed this dark secret, and they also knew how to deal with it.

Dozens of bolt guns were pointed at the roaring monster in front of him. The wolf master suppressed the anger, sadness and nausea in his heart and whispered goodbye.

"Goodbye...brother."

"boom!"

There was a sound, but it wasn't a gunshot.

Yolin raised his head, only to find that the surrounding curtains had risen in unison, revealing what they were covering: dozens of cameras pointed at the image generator in the center of the stage. Obviously, they had been recording, no matter in the cage.

The roars and struggles of the things are still the same whispers that Yolin just said.

A sharp metallic hiss sounded, irritating everyone's eardrums.

"Dulan's warriors!"

"Open your eyes, see the true face of your enemies, and expose their dirty lies!"

"They are not the so-called human empire at all! They are a group of heretics, mutants and aliens! They are eager to enslave your relatives! Trample on your land..."

And at the same moment, in the internal display screen of the Wolf Lord's helmet, the soldiers of the Sixth Legion who had transformed into wolves and the scene just now suddenly appeared.

"Damn it!"

The Wolf Lord gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and dozens of firelights tore all the image generators to pieces in an instant. But even so, the memory of the scene just now still clearly emerged in everyone's mind.

Yolin looked at Bravier.

"How is this going?"

"I don't know, but it should be...it doesn't matter?"

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"What's this……"

Arachos's voice was trembling, but it was destined that no one would answer his question.

Zhuang Sen was standing in this empty room, waiting for someone, and his face was not good.

Obviously, at that moment, he also saw the image of some kind of blasphemous creature.

Zhuang Sen did not speak, he remained silent and thinking.

And at this moment, he heard the almost iconic crisp sound of footsteps.

The queen with silver hair and black armor opened the door, and her eyes briefly came into contact with her blood relative.

Zhuang Sen still didn't speak, he just frowned and nodded towards Morgan.

His blood relative looked serious and nodded.

The Lion of Caliban paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, a questioning gaze directed at Morgan's pupils.

He got an answer quickly.

【This is your own business.】

Morgan smiled a little, no more.

She seemed to exude some kind of even more violent emotion than Zhuang Sen.

Don't know why.
Chapter completed!