Then, among the knights, one of them was holding something in his hand—or, someone.

——That was a tied foreigner.

He was dragged limply, his limbs were bound tightly by the strong etheric chains. The runes inscribed on the chains were flashing with a faint purple-blue light, which was obviously a suppression shackle specially created for individuals of psychic energy.

And in his mouth, a special spiritual energy suppression device was stuffed, so that no spiritual fluctuations could be dissipated, unable to ask for help, unable to struggle, and unable to convey even the weakest will.

But even so, his body was still twitching slightly, his skin was faintly filled with a sick blue-gray color, unstable ripples flashing deep in his pupils, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and the cold sweat oozing from his forehead was in a gravity-free environment

It slowly floats up and condenses into tiny liquid beads.

He is experiencing some invisible torture.

The Red Dragon Knight walked to Yi Zhou's side and threw the Gith foreigner heavily in front of the courtyard mission without hesitation!

"Click--!"

The etheric chains hit the metal ground of the floating island, causing a trembling ripples of spiritual energy, and the sound was crisp and harsh.

Kezar sat upright on the red dragon, looking down at the people in the courtyard with a cold look, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his hand slowly rubbed the scales on the red dragon's neck, facing the four below.

People said:

"This is a tribe member infected by the spirit-sucking monster. It is already the fifth day of infection. In two days, his consciousness will be completely destroyed, and replaced by the will of the parasite."

His voice was low and deliberately stretched, as if he was waiting for the courtyard to react.

Then, he paused for a moment, his eyes slowly swept across the week, Broly, the mole, and finally landed on Marion, with a trace of exploration and temptation flashing deep in his eyes.

The red dragon shook its tail slightly, and Kzar leaned forward slightly, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became more obvious:

"So, the messengers of the courtyard, since you claim to have the ability to 'purify', and since you always emphasize that you can eliminate parasites... then please verify it on the spot."

A week, I quietly looked at the infected person who was thrown in front of me, my eyes as quiet as water, without any slight sensation.

He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Kzar, his tone was plain but a hint of scrutiny:

"That's how you foreigners in Gith treat their companions?"

Kzar snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He raised his chin and looked down at the delegation in the courtyard, with a typical guis foreign arrogance in his tone:

"Don't use your vulgar social concepts to measure us.

We are an egg-borne race, and we never pay attention to the so-called "blood ties" and "family bonds".

Every year, we select the strongest individuals for genetic screening and decide which warriors pair to reproduce.

No marriage or love is required, everything is decided by the officials of Queen Vlakis.

Our offspring is raised by the entire society, and newborns will be sent to the hatchery and will be taken care of under the supervision of the incubator."

His tone was cold rational, as if he was telling some law of nature, rather than a whole civilized social structure:

"The hatched newborns will be sent to the psychic cultivation pool immediately and receive rigorous spiritual training in a short period of time.

Their psychic potential will be detected instantly, low-potentials will be eliminated, or demoted to laborers, and high-potentials will be sent to warrior training camps for further training."

Kzar sat upright on the red dragon, his eyes as sharp as a blade, as if he was scrutinizing a group of mortals who had not yet been tested.

His voice was calm and fanatical, and every word seemed to carry the unquestionable creed of the foreigners of Gith:

"All young Gith foreigners must experience the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of sixteen. Only those who successfully complete the task will be officially recognized as warriors and awarded the rank of military.

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"We serve for life, fighting is our destiny, and death is the only end."

"Death in battle is our only glory! Failure and surrender are irreparable shame!"

A kind of fanatical pride was revealed in his eyes, and the Red Dragon Knights who were accompanying him also straightened their backs silently. There was no hesitation in their eyes, only absolute faith and obedience.

"All the foreigners who died in battle will be harvested by Her Majesty the Queen and sacrificed to her "Rite of Deification".

Our soul will not decay or fall, but will become part of her great cause.”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Kzar's mouth, as if he was enjoying this telling process.

His eyes swept across the mission in the courtyard and continued:

"Our body will be purified by flames after death.

Do you know - 'Warrior Ember'?"

He did not wait for an answer, so he continued:

"All the Gith foreign warriors who died in battle will be burned to ashes, and their ashes will be sealed in the psychic crystals, becoming part of our battleship energy matrix, providing fuel and shield amplification for the Gith foreign fleet.

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This is a ultimate belonging, a highest dedication.”

His tone was low and solemn, as if he was reciting some ancient sacred scripture:

"And if a soldier makes great achievements in combat, his weapons will be dedicated to the altar of psychic energy.

This 'Sword of Glory' will be inherited by his blood successor, carrying the glory of his former master, and continue to wield on the battlefield until new military achievements allow it to be sacrificed again."

He paused, his voice lowered slightly, but his tone became even colder:

"Weakness, there is no place among us.

Any Gis foreigners who are injured, aging or losing their combat effectiveness must be removed from them actively or sent to the most dangerous battlefield to ensure that they die in battle, rather than on the bed; such things are over...

——That’s the most disgraceful thing.”

Kzar raised his chin slightly and looked down on his eyes:

"We do not allow cowardice, drag, and no form of 'kindness'."

"The foreigners of Gith are born only in battle and die only in battle."

Kzal paused, and glanced sharply at the delegation in the courtyard, as if mocking the "childishness" they showed.

“We don’t need weak family emotions, nor do we need meaningless bonds of family affection.

All Gith foreigners only need to be loyal to Vlakis. She is our only one, we are our common mother, and our only sun."
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