Then why do their languages ​​be the same as theirs? Perhaps, this is really the earth.

He claims to be a slave, which means that more than one person looks like him...

Why do they look different?

Why are there still robots?

From their mouths, robots are hostile to them.

Could it be that they captured humans as slaves and robots were to rescue humans?

It seems very likely...

But the robots in our world serve humans, how can the robots here dominate?

By the way, R5!

Where is R5?

When it falls, it ejects itself, I wonder if it has survived?

When he thought of this, Mark turned on the chip implanted in his brain, trying to connect with R5, which made him fall into a coma again.

The air is turbid and exudes a scent of rottenness.

The vision was extremely dim, and only a ray of light was emitted from the air window, making the inner room a little brighter.

This ray of light projected obliquely on Valen's giant sword.

Valen sat upright on a stone chair, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and holding up a wine vessel made of some kind of beast skull with the other hand, silently savoring the turbid wine in it.

The turbid wine and the bitter throat made Valen frown slightly.

I kept looking at the turbid wine, as if I was admiring a beauty.

A giant military flag was hung behind him.

This is the only decoration that adds a little bit of vitality to the empty inner room.

The military flag is scarlet and a golden salamander is embroidered in it.

The salamander was winding and entrenched, ready to go, and a ball of flame spewed out of his fangs, which was very realistic.

The black cross divides the military flag into four equal parts, and the line on the corners is smaller in size, with the words "The Tenth Army".

The iron door is pushed open vigorously, or due to rust, the iron door makes a "ticaca" sound.

The metal military boots rubbed against the hard ground, making a unique crisp sound.

The steps are neat and consistent, mixed with the "hissing" sound of fabric rubbing against the ground.

"Report to the commander of the army~ Let's catch a spy!" A short communications officer rushed into the inner room, revealing a little excitement in his humble tone.

Valen's nostrils were humming, and he didn't even move his eyelids, and he was still addicted to the movement of looking at the turbid wine.

The communications officer stepped forward and bowed and whispered: "Legislature Commander, this spy has a very simple origin, he fell from the sky..." As he spoke, he looked at the ceiling with a flash of eyebrows.

After hearing this, Valen was slightly stunned and still turned his giant sword lightly.

The giant sword rotated, reflecting light on his face.

The blade reflects a young face.

As a Lizardman, Valen and Thick Throat, they look more upright.

The face is as cold as a knife, heroic but handsome.

Gao Long's eyes were slightly concave under the bridge of his nose, and his bright eyes were carefully looking at the wine vessel.

After listening to the report of the commemorative commander, he did not say anything. After drinking the turbid wine, he slightly squirted at the commemorative commander with his index finger.

Seeing this, the commander bowed and bowed, suppressed his joy, turned around and shouted: "Bring it up!"

Mark was heavily slapped to the ground, and the mecha on his body had been stripped off, and he did not wake up from the violent fall.

"Wake him up!" The speech was slow, the speech was clear, but the body shape was still motionless.

"Slow!" The two soldiers wanted to open the water bag and water the spy's head, but were stopped by the commander.

The messenger laughed in disgust and untied his crotch while shaking his rope.

Unfortunately, the effect was not as ideal as expected. After spraying intermittently, the crotch was wet, and only a few liquids splashed on the spy's face.

As others covered their mouths and laughed, the messenger twitched and ended in dismal ending.

Mark tried his best to get up, and found that his hands were being restrained, and struggle was in vain.

"Strange spy! Report your name." Or because everyone laughed, the tone of the messenger was sharp and almost distorted.

Mark was not shocked by this, and he glanced at everyone coldly, smiling slightly at the corners of his mouth, showing extreme contempt.

"Bang!" The heavy whip whipped the spacesuit, and although it did not break, it could not resist power.

Giving back to such atrocities is still Mark's understatement of wry smile.

"stop!"

The perpetrator put all his strength into an attempt to take action again, but was stopped by Valun.

The movements that were halfway through the implementation immediately became stiff, standing on the ground like a wax figure.

"The name is just a code name. It's better if you don't know about spies like this! Tell me, what are you here to spy on?" Valen's words were sonorous and powerful, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimidation floating in the air.

"Why...why am I here?" I lowered my head and thought, with a sense of confusion in my eyes.

Captain Wilson, Commander Bruce, McCall, Catherine, Rodruff, Viking, R5...

All the images came in, and the rapid thinking made Mark's head sniff, his arms protected his head and let out a heart-wrenching scream...

The messenger was frightened by the sudden scream, jumped back and shouted: "Crazy! This man is a madman!"

Seeing this, the perpetrator twisted his head and looked forward to the commander's approval. The whip he held was ready to go.

Turn the giant sword at will.

Under the refraction of the light, the giant sword aimlessly shot out mottled light to the surroundings.

The screams subsided and the "swish" sound of the giant sword spinning formed a strange harmony.

After a brief silence, the bone wine vessel was discarded and then the bones were rotated.

Walun suddenly stood up, his face full of solemnity, and slowly walked towards the "spy".

The dragged sword tip made a sharp scream, and the cochlea was harsh.

Everyone looked confused and stared at the commander of the Legion.

It was not until the "spy" that he stopped and looked at the man with a hawkish look.

A few minutes of short glances at each other seemed as long as hours.

Depression, dullness... comes one after another.

Just as everyone was confused, Valen looked resolute and held the hilt of the sword. He slowly raised his sword's body, pointed the tip of the sword directly to the neck of the "spy".

From beginning to end, my eyes never moved away from the "spy"'s eyes.

"ah……"

Screaming in my ears and echoed for a long time.

The giant sword penetrated half a foot deep, and the blood stains were red, winding down the blade.

The commander sat on the ground, covering his face and screaming.

When he drew out the giant sword, the tip of the sword continued to sing. The arc flashed suddenly, and the sword body was already on Valen's shoulder.

After a brief and relaxed whistle, he looked comfortable and walked towards the stone chair.

"Okay, it was found that this person was not a spy. I sent him to the Senate for interrogation, and staying here costs an extra ration."

The perpetrator took the opportunity to check the wound and found that the "spy" on the ground was not dead, and the giant blade only cut through the skin.
Chapter completed!