"Yang Yuefan, I am just a microcosm of this era. There will always be someone who chooses the path I take." Deng Tengda walked in the empty corridor, his face turned pale and his feet were a little staggering, as if he was being chased by something.

His confrontation with Yang Yuefan in the Asian space ended with Yang Yuefan's complete victory.

"You don't want to beg me for mercy, right? Then you have to work harder, Deng Tengda, you know my attitude towards traitors." Yang Yuefan's cold voice echoed in the spaceship through the communication system of the warship: "I will find you, crush you little by little, strip your soul, and put it in the immortal flames of subspace to enjoy eternal pain."

"Pain means nothing to me. Yang Yuefan, you have already embarked on the evil path." Deng Tengda stumbled open another hatch and rushed into a laboratory: "I betrayed the relevant departments, but I have never betrayed the entire human civilization."

"The special office was officially cancelled by the senior officials of relevant departments." Yang Yuefan responded to Deng Tengda, and at the same time, his invisible thing also became closer to Deng Tengda: "The will and interests of relevant departments represent the will and interests of the entire human civilization."

"You are qualified to represent human beings, he is qualified to represent human beings, and I am qualified to represent human beings." Deng Tengda smiled indifferently, avoiding a sudden twisted area: "In the countless reincarnations in the past, we have been deeply influenced by chaos. My choice is just to return to the original source. Giving up resistance is not as difficult as you imagine."

"It's not as difficult as you think that persistence is." Yang Yuefan's figure appeared in front of Deng Tengda: "If you insist on arguing, you can regard this as a personal grudge between us."

The invisible power of spiritual power was distorted bit by bit, and Deng Tengda felt like he was stuffed into a millstone, crushed into mud from bottom to top.

"Our resistance is just to present a more interesting script to the evil god. Our resistance is meaningless." Deng Tengda vomited a mouthful of blood: "Just like a puppet performing in a fixed theater, why don't we look at the problem in another direction? We can show value. What we can do is better than those bloodletters, Nurgle Spirit!"

"Even if I am locked in the fruit shell, I can still consider myself the king of infinite space." Yang Yuefan said happily: "And you, I promise that you will be completely forgotten before serving your master. Time and again, as long as I still exist, you will have no chance!"

"Oh? Really?" Deng Tengda laughed and spit out a large piece of internal organ fragments. Obviously, like Yang Yuefan, he had already separated from the primitive human life system. Even if his chest was twisted into a twist shape, he could still speak: "What is your trump card against Chaos? Xu Yichen? That variable?"

Yang Yuefan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was always careful to guard against Deng Tengda's arrangement of backhand to target Xu Yichen. For him, the time it took to "jump back" from the frigate to the colonial ship was almost negligible.

Even if the other party had any conspiracy against Xu Yichen, it was too late to implement it.

Deng Tengda's flesh and blood suddenly became alienated, as if a spider web was rushing towards the whole room, blocking Yang Yuefan in the middle: "I know what's here, but do you know?"

Deng Tengda's flesh condensed into a drill bit, easily piercing through the alloy wall of the laboratory, and dragging a square metal box out of another cabin.

Yang Yuefan knew what was in the box, the mysterious meteorite from the subspace, the mysterious meteorite carrying green-skinned biomass, but that thing had almost no effect on psychic energy.

Deng Tengda's physical changes are not only physiological changes, but also ideological changes. If he was a psychic with the color of a Chaos Worshipper before, then now he is a pure subspace creature.

This qualitative change allowed Deng Tengda to even fight against Yang Yuefan to a certain extent.

Yang Yuefan was bound to the spot by this web of flesh and blood. At the level of psychic energy, he was facing the same disgusting psychic tentacles. These tentacles continued to project towards his projection with the pollution of subspace, trying to assimilate him.

But just by giving Yang Yuefan some time, he can suppress Deng Tengda again. What he is really worried about is the meteorite dragged out by Deng Tengda. What else does that meteorite hide the secret that he doesn't know and can be used as a trump card by the other party?

And, what kind of backhand did Deng Teng buried to the bottom that could threaten Xu Yichen in a place that he could not perceive?

Vitoliya was directly "thrown" by Yang Yuefan back to her room. The room was filled with all kinds of domestic garbage. The automatic cleaning robot had no authority to enter her room, which suddenly looked like a breeding ground for Nurgle worshippers.

The samurai woke up in this pile of garbage. The butt was covered with flattened cans. The remaining wine had fermented with time, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Fortunately, Vitoria doesn't care about these problems now. She doesn't know how long she has been in a coma during the previous teleportation, so she can only contact Charlieson Manson as soon as possible: "How is the situation now?"

"They are gone. I guess they are no longer inside the colonial ship. I don't have the right to take over the radar, so I can only guess." Charlieson's voice came through the headset, which made the samurai relieved: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yang Yuefan is not here, you think..."

The communication system suddenly went offline, and the rustling silent noise occupied the entire channel. Vitoria knocked on the communication headset without any reaction: "Damn it, I knew there would always be accidents!"

Vitoria sorted out her equipment and pushed open the hatch toward the area where Charlesson was. Although she knew that the weapons she was carrying were likely to cause effective damage to the enemies she was facing, she still felt that these weapons gave her courage.

At least I would not die unarmed. The samurai picked up a half on the floor and poured the deteriorated beer regardless of the deterioration.

On the other side, Charlieson Manson, who is located in the monitoring room, is also checking the route. It seems that the entire colonial surveillance system failed in an instant.

"Oh? What a sad existence. Humans don't need you, chaos doesn't need you. Your compatriots are almost extinct. What are you insisting on?" A voice suddenly echoed through the communication system throughout the monitoring room: "What is the meaning of living here?"
Chapter completed!