“Ahhhhh~~~~”

The psychic runes on the shackles lit up instantly, releasing high-voltage current. The strong impact made the leader of the Red Dragon Knight twitch suddenly, and the suppressed whimpering sound in his mouth suddenly turned into painful wails.

His muscles spasmed, his body arched into a string, and his whole body seemed to be bound by invisible chains, nailed to the ground, unable to break free.

The leader of the philosopher, quietly looked at the scene in front of him and sighed slightly.

His expression was still calm, without any turbulence, as if he was watching a meaningless tragedy.

He lowered his head and looked at the struggling Red Dragon Knight leader, his voice calm and deep:

"The essence of war is not killing, but balance. You can never die, but you must understand your position in this game."

Yi Zhou looked at the philosopher in front of him with interest, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He casually picked up his arms and chuckled:

"Since you mean, you are here specifically for us? Then just say it, what is your purpose?"

The philosopher of Gith raised his head, and the figure of the courtyard mission reflected in his amber pupils.

He nodded slightly and bowed again, with a respectful attitude but not humble:

"I apologize to the earthly courtyard for my fellow tribes. The Giths have no intention of offending the courtyard, nor have they intent on provoking the wrath of the Lord of the courtyard."

His voice was calm, with a hint of ancient aristocratic elegance, and he said slowly:

"Whether they are the Gith foreigners or our Gith philosophers, they are essentially the same origin and different paths.

In the past, we were a race, but the torrent of time washed our paths.

The split over thousands of years, different ways of practicing and living environments have changed our appearance, temperament, and even our thoughts and will.

But no matter what, we still share the same bloodline.”

His eyes turned and fell on the Red Dragon Knight leader who was full of reluctance. There was a hint of pity in his eyes, and then he continued:

“However, the Gith foreigners chose another path.

Vlakis...The Lord of the Necromancer... She is not the savior of the Gis tribe, but the continuator of the tragedy.

She used her fear and blood to rule the foreigners of Gith and bound them to endless battles and obedience.

She made military and religion unite, established herself as the Emperor of God, and made the entire race an extension of her will."

His tone was neither fast nor slow, and every word seemed to have the weight of time.

The hand of the philosopher Jair slowly raised and pointed to the depths of the astral realm, as if Vlakis's supreme command was still echoing there:

"The glory of the foreigners of Gith should not be Vlakis' yoke.

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Hearing that the great queen was polluted was too disrespectful to some of the Gith foreigners who had engraved their loyalty into their bones!

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The body of the Red Dragon Knight leader trembled slightly from anger, his fingers tightly clasped, his nails embedded in the flesh of his palm, and blood slowly oozed out and dripped onto the metal ground.

His eyes were almost burning into flames, full of resentment and reluctance. However, the confinement of electronic shackles made him unable to even emit the most basic roar. Only a suppressed low sob could be overflowed from his throat, like a beast with fangs cut off,

Struggle in vain.

However, the philosopher Villoc Zal on the opposite side was always as quiet as water and did not care about the anger of the Red Dragon Knight.

He turned his head slightly and looked at this former compatriot. His eyes were not ridicule or contempt, but a deeper complex emotion - compassion, or sorrow.

In contrast, the mole standing beside him just watched the farce coldly. The robotic arm raised slightly and the current from his fingertips surged. The shackles could be activated again at any time, allowing this ignorant guy to experience what it means again.

Absolutely powerless.

Yi Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper, and the tone was filled with a hint of interest:

"Interesting... So, what method does the Gith philosopher plan to welcome the arrival of the courtyard?"

His voice was neither hurry nor slow, as if he was randomly choosing something that was not important to talk about, but it fell into everyone's ears with a hint of indifferent edge.

The philosopher Villoch Zal, who bowed his head slightly and bowed his hands again, his movements were smooth and majestic:

"The Parliament of Philosophers is known to the existence of the Lord of the Courtyard and is well aware that this power cannot be ignored.

Therefore, the Parliament sent us to pay tribute to the courtyard."

He paused for a moment, his eyes swept across the body and fell on Broly, the Mole, and Marion, as if he was examining their reactions, and then he spoke slowly:

“Parliament hopes to have a deeper communication with the courtyard, and I, on a more important mission;
Chapter completed!