Krell, a native of the southern border of the Hergamos Empire, was twenty-one years old, with a good and handsome appearance, and occasionally said to be tender. He was the former Mycrov Expeditionary Force and the captain of the No. 5 frigate of the 29th Formation. He was of the middle silver level. Now he was in a state of clothing and was in an unknown world. He was communicating with the mysterious world life "Erma".

“…I can’t say anything.”

When Krell heard the words "Amos Court" and "Amos Man", he blinked, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart, and his instinctive feelings changed rapidly, from shock and fear, alertness and alertness, thinking and helplessness to the firmness they are now. After thinking, he took a step back slightly and said in a slightly jingo tone: "Thank you for saving me, but there is something about the Mycrov civilization, I have one word... eh?"

Kreller quickly shut his mouth because Elma raised his hand and created a light curtain to show him a not too long video.

What is in the video is the scene where Mrs. Mycroo continued to expand and vass other civilizations and determine the foundation of rule after the two worlds' galaxies ended its confrontation with the knowledge takeover.

In this video, Madame M.M. Mycroo showed his power to everyone almost without any concealment. The clearness of the picture, the accuracy of the angle, and the accuracy of the details were obvious that this video was taken by them and spread by themselves.

"Do you still need to talk about the Mycrov civilization? I'm afraid Dadidu doesn't know how famous you Mrs. Mycrov is now. Your information has spread across the diverse galaxies and is a first-class hot topic."

Sitting in a strange-shaped seat, the humanoid Elma, composed of translucent luminous tentacles, continued to say in a lazy tone: "Stop messing around, when you were in a deep sleep, the information wave of your soul spontaneously spreading has told me that you are just a small ship captain of the Mycrov Expeditionary Force. The information you know is probably not as much as the official video you have posted."

What happened to my hometown? Why did I feel like I was trying to conquer the diverse galaxy for so few days?!

Krell was speechless. Although he was full of pride in his heart because of his pride in civilization and was angry because he didn't bring him with him, his current situation could not make him excited for long. Krell could only subconsciously touch his head, and the thick hair gave him a sense of peace of mind... Although it was a bit too dense. After thinking for a while, the captain of a small ship could only say cautiously: "Then... why did you save me?"

As Elma said, Krell also knew that he was just a small ship captain. Although his status was not low, he was not considered high. He didn't know any confidential information, and his value was actually very low.

Moreover, the other party claimed to be an Amos person... Amos Royal Court is the civilization with a strong man who can go back and forth with the Grand Marshal. I heard that he is cruel by nature, rejects foreign races, and can fight another powerful foreign race for thousands of years without stopping. No matter how he thinks, he is an extremely fierce and perverse species. But despite this, Elma did not dismantle himself, dismantle his soul to absorb information, and did not hand himself over to other senior leaders of the Amos Royal Court. This is strange no matter how he thinks!

Perhaps because he had just woken up from the sleep of the soul, after thinking for a while, Krell couldn't help feeling dizzy, probably because the Amos biochemical technology in front of him failed, or the body he created was a bit irregular, his soul and brain circuits were not matched, and it was very troublesome to connect the information port.

However, as Elma raised her hand and stroked it casually, a large amount of translucent flesh and blood oozing out of the white carapace again, forming a chair-like shape, allowing Krelle, who almost fell down, to sit firmly on it.

"……Thanks."

He could only say this.

"No need to thank you, it's a simple task."

Elma twitched the tentacles, and the light on its body turned silver white again. The strange-shaped Amos man said with an indifferent mental fluctuation: "The same thing is to save you. At the beginning, I just wanted to search for any good things in the wreckage of the war and see if there were any unexpected gains. You were just a surprise. Maybe if I didn't save you, your own search and rescue team could find you."

"You must also find it strange, why are the rumored Amos who are 'cruel and xenophobic' and 'violent' and eccentric' and so kind to foreign races? This is also very simple, because I have something to help you later, and it is full of your body and mind, without any hypnosis, thinking transformation and spiritual change, and heartfelt assistance. Don't look at me with that look. I have analyzed in detail your Madame M.M., which is indeed a very interesting race. Whether it is culture or technology, I understand the meaning of your eyes, let alone our spiritual fluctuations are connected together."

Elma's tone was calm, his message was clear, and there was no twists and turns. This alien life turned his 'head' and looked at' Kreller. It said calmly: "So I won't hurt you, don't worry about this, let alone dismantling the soul. Your value is much greater than you think."

What else can Krelle say? He can only thank the other party for his approval. His life and death is to manpower, and he has not even figured out where he is at the moment. He can't see through the strength of the Amos in front of him. It will definitely be meaningless to ask him to resist. Moreover, the other party did not show obvious malicious hostility. Even if it is used, it is a famous saying that it is not tempting to hide it.

Although Elma is an individual of a hostile alien race, as the other party said, because of its kind behavior, if it is not a very important matter, Krell felt that he would not refuse to help the other party.

"Then forgive me for being abrupt... What do you want me to help you?"

After swallowing his saliva, Krell felt that he really had no right to refuse. Since that was the case, it would be better to ask the other party directly what purpose it was. If it was harmful to the Mycrov civilization, then he would just commit suicide and say that. If he had been missing for so long, he might have given the pension to his parents, right?

Thinking of this, Kreller was not so nervous. Since he was essentially a 'dead person', there was no need to be so restrained. After breaking free from psychological constraints, he hesitated for a moment and continued to ask: "To be precise, I want to know what is the ultimate goal of your efforts to save me?"

This was originally a very simple question.

But the moment Krell asked this, he found that the originally bright light source in the entire shell room suddenly dimmed, and the passive cold wind blew out of thin air, causing a ripples of negative energy.

The lazy and kindness she showed before, and the temperament of "indifferent" in everything, the mental fluctuations conveyed by her body were several times colder than the beginning. The silver-white light released on it instantly turned into deep blue, releasing a cold momentum like a cold deep sea.

"Is my purpose..."

Elma whispered to herself, and then, under the gaze of Kreller who was as patient as possible and did not let herself tremble, fluctuated with his self-deprecating spirit: "I? What other purpose can I have?"
Chapter completed!