Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

After speaking with the king, the captain heads for the Horse Tower. The horse tower from afar was a purple twisted building, a massive tower with four columns twisted together.

It was also the only building in the capital that was larger than the royal palace. It seemed that the Wizard Association had heard of it before was very strong.

"What brings you here?"

Through the iron gate to the hall, there was a beautiful blonde woman in charge of the reception, and around her were overwhelming guards wearing body armor. It is more exciting than the royal palace. I feel like I'm standing in a first-floor hall with the smile of a woman.

"Where should I go for enquiries or consultations?"

"Are you inquiring about a product? Or are you a political protest?"

"Will political protests be accepted here?"

"Of course I'm joking."

Smiling is a well-trained employee.

"I don't want to complain about politics, but someone told me to go and say this name. Anesweiser and Lavirnes. Do you know them?"

The condition of the woman who heard the name is strange. Immediately, the pupils loosen and the face turns blank. I hear a beautiful voice, but not like that of a woman.

"You're a friend of Florajue's. Use Gate 12 with this orb. I'm waiting for you."

It's too short a time to ask who. After a while, the hypnotized woman looked at me with a smile.

"No, I've never heard of him. Do you want me to interview the wizard of the tower?"

"No, thanks. Take care."

The captain walks through the hall with a red orb. There are no elevators or stairs in the building, and there are twelve gates numbered at the end of the hall. Every gate has a door and every portal is open.

"Tyrant. Analyzing the gateway?"

[Yes, sir. This is a cyonic gateway with dimensional leaps. I wish I could learn this technique and apply it to my core.]

"Good. I don't know what's coming, but let's go." Prepare tracking equipment and · · · don't know where to go "

[Yes, sir.]

Gateway number 12. There's a hole in the red marble. As you insert the orb, you hear a growling sound, and the color of the portal changes slightly red. The captain takes a deep breath and pushes his foot in.

At that moment, the world swirls and a new pathway pops up.

An old wall with a blue ivory vine. The sky is wide and green and the grasslands are endlessly vast. A silver stone runs far between the walls. At the end of the stone path is a sperm made of wood, and a woman sits on a wooden throne.

[Captain, we've lost communication with Tyrant. This is Slip Space.]

"Slip space control technology that was thought to be a possibility. I thought it was impossible to build a separate universe."

[Be careful, Captain.]

As I slowly walked, I saw a woman sitting on a wooden throne.

Clothes are long, cloud-colored clothes. The eyes are closed and the blue trunk surrounds it. After that, there are two giants dressed in wooden armor.

And she opens her mouth without opening her eyes.

"Greetings, friend of Floraj."

"Greetings."

The captain bows, bowing his head.

"I am the monarch of the leaves. The protector of the tall forest, Herminide. You must have a lot of questions. Actually, I was wondering about you. How can you be so strong? Whether your heart is good or evil. In the myriad cycles of nature, people like you are uncommon. But your mind doesn't look in. It's like you're an iron cloud."

The captain nods. The emblem seems to be working properly.

"I have no talent for looking into other people's minds or for poetically expressing them like you do. What I'm curious about is who are you and what is this war? Most of all, I'm curious about that black egg. What do you know about aliens?"

She smiles softly. My eyes are still closed, but my eyes seem to stay fixed. It has a warm and safe energy.

"Push the liquid oxygen and give him a sedative. The atmosphere is unusual. Maybe it's a rotten ax sack."

[Yes, sir. CAUTION The presence in front of you is also level 7 or higher in cyanic.]

Liquid oxygen is introduced into the washsuits and an aphrodisiac is injected into the back. I can feel the captain's mind clearing up.

As she gestures, a small wooden man lays an egg on a wooden tray with a very complex symbol on it. The human, like a butler, gestures to the mistress, lays the tray on the table and leaves.

[Alarm. Alien egg.]

"Is it?"

She picks out the alien egg on the table without an answer. Grab it with your left hand and use your right hand to scratch the middle of the egg with your fingernail. The egg shell then flows with a thin, thin liquid.

She drops the top of the egg shell, pulls the alien fetus out of her womb, and holds it in one hand.

A weird-looking monster. Blue light shines with white oil, like a dead body. It's small enough to be caught in one hand, but I can feel the malice within it.

“This is what we call a blackrule riser. When you pour iron into a mold, it's called a riser. You know, this black creature is showing us that black, black world of Gehenna, like a hole. ”

As the description of the whiminiade continues, the spark settles in the captain's eyes, but most of all, a fiery fury begins to spread.

With the Warhammer in your hand, you feel a tremendous surge of energy rushing up at any moment and crushing the dead body of the alien.

“Oh, right · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. I feel a clear hostility towards this creature from you. Yes, even if you are invisible, your adversary is clearly seen. And I have my adversaries. ”

Qajik!

She squeezes her hands together and crushes the already dead alien fetus. It poured down to the floor. As she reaches out her hand, the servant standing behind her wipes her hands with a luxurious cloth.

"Grey Tunartus. Or the Black Pantheon. Maybe that's what you're wondering. Their final goal is to serve this creature. I mean, literally. But I do. They're being deceived. There is no promise of a new world. This is predatory behavior only. They've been deceived, and as a result, they're bringing these dead eggs into the world."

The captain knows what this woman is saying. Alien Sionists gather at special warfare alien flagships to try to manipulate planets at scale.

Once psychomanipulated, life on the planet creates a social organization that worships aliens. The organization does sabotage in all sorts of ways. Perhaps something similar has already happened in this system.

"Heavenly beings detest that act, but are bound by the laws of the world and cannot directly oppose it. Instead, I killed all the eggs that went through the gate."

"So they · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Yes. I've done magic that intertwines with the destiny of a vampire or the fetus of a corrupt god. Now we've gone beyond acceptable limits. If I can't use it alive, I'll turn it into an undead. This is what the Black Pantheon means."

The captain shakes his head. At that moment, a giant approaches and whispers.

"Well · · · It looks like our encounter has already been caught by the enemy. Captain, if you'd like to help me with this, I have a request."

"Tell me, and I'll help you as long as your objectives match."

"The northern end of the territory you're going to this time has another enemy facility. I'll give you a map. Destroy that facility."

The captain nods. He smiled and said.

"See the map and the book for details. It's time for us to part ways. May you rest in peace until we meet again."

The servant handed him the book and the map. As soon as the captain takes it, a bright light engulfs him. This whole world is falling apart.

And after a while, the whole world is covered in darkness and a little light shines. The captain touches it, and the world revolves around him. And when I came to my senses, I was ahead of gate 12.

[Tyrant comms complete. Captain, it's Arubis again.]

"That's quite helpful. Let's move."

[Yes, sir.]

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