After releasing the human prisoners, Zhang Ge asked Endymion how to deal with the other aliens. However, the other party refused to answer the question.
His meaning, in summary, was that if Zhang Ge was willing, he would provide services such as logistics structure, diplomatic relations, political activities, and even ship management, but would not directly influence Zhang Ge's decisions with his ideas.
"The moment I saw you, I understood that I would not, and even more cannot, interfere with your will with my thoughts."
This was a part of Endymion's original words. However, this did indeed fit what he had described as a "stepping stone." After all, if it made a sound, it would not be a silent stone, but...
Petite Endymion?
What a strange thought.
The conversation with the other party did not last long. Zhang Ge quickly ended the topic and returned to the main part of the dungeon.
Is there a mental problem...
Looking at the orderly but somewhat comical crowd below, Zhang Ge fell into deep thought.
Their hallucinations were unknown in detail. Dozens of people who could still act on their own actually formed a small square formation in the central open space surrounded by the prison cells. Dozens of others who were either collapsing or simply had little self-awareness left were either being supported or carried on someone's shoulders or backs.
In front of them, an Imperial Fist swordsman wearing a raven-type helmet but wearing Ultramarine Power Armor was making a speech. However, the content of the speech was strong and weak, and the content was completely chaotic. It was almost impossible to hear any useful information in the constant howling of a Black Rage-afflicted Blood Angel who had his power pack smashed and tied up with a belt.
However, even so, the listeners still maintained their formation... Although it was very likely that even the things seen in the eyes of two people who were close to each other were completely different.
The sounds of "For Macragge!", "Terra will never fall!", and "Why hasn't the ammunition been delivered yet?" sounded at the same time. Some people laughed loudly while others covered their faces and wept.
These various sounds mixed and converged together, and were all transmitted to Zhang Ge's ears.
How should I put it? Aside from other things, would you say they are mentally sound or not?
Putting aside the miscellaneous thoughts, Zhang Ge took a few more steps forward, trying to understand their current mental state, and then amplified the volume and announced to them:
"Your duty is over!"
The scene suddenly became quiet after this sentence. They all turned their eyes to Zhang Ge, who was continuing to approach.
The Imperial Fist spoke first. He rarely said a sentence that was blurred but the words were not broken:
"Never ending."
"We have won."
"There will be... next time, the next blurred mumbling of a suspected place name, mortal, hurry and hide."
Why am I still a mortal even though I am in your hallucination?
He pondered without answering.
But not for too long. Facing this somewhat tricky situation, Zhang Ge still made a decision quickly. His intelligent IQ quickly occupied the high ground in the process of thinking, and instead said to Perveti:
"Go, just shout a sentence."
Didn't someone mistake her for their gene father before? In addition, Perveti was not a normal person either, so wouldn't it be perfect for her to come and be professional?
Zhang Ge watched Perveti, who had received the order, go forward. First, she picked up the Imperial Fist swordsman who was too close to the group with one hand and threw him away a bit, and then continued to walk and stand in front of those people, and shouted:
"Silence."
Good, as expected of her.
The crowd had actually quieted down because of Zhang Ge's previous words. Perveti shouted again, and instead became the least silent one.
However, the originally cheerful atmosphere was broken by Perveti's next sentence in the next moment.
"If it is impossible to save it from the aliens... then let the galaxy burn."
Damn.
Quickly glancing at Endymion's expression, after not finding any changes, Zhang Ge then moved his gaze back to Perveti's body.
Isn't this sentence a bit similar to a certain sentence from ten thousand years ago?
Son of a * B, good things not learning, only learning this kind of thing. Next time, I have to ask her what she has learned on the Vengeful Spirit before letting her speak to others... Zhang Ge was not worried about her having any danger, but was worried that people who tried to provoke her might "suffer a little injury" because of this.
However, setting aside the process, the result was good.
After Perveti said this sentence, the dozens of people who were originally immersed in themselves suddenly became united against the same enemy, and launched an attack on her at the same time.
Then, in a flash, they all lay on the ground again, falling into high-quality sleep - Zhang Ge naturally gave a negative answer to Perveti's question about whether to kill them all after she finished solving them.
It was not feasible to send this group of lunatics to Vigilus. If any battle group decided to sacrifice a mortal and then listen to his memory without Zhang Ge directly showing up to manage them... then the scene would be a bit difficult to imagine. Maybe they would all be treated as pollution sources and cleaned up in a centralized manner on the spot.
But a solution has already been found, and the answer lies in their reaction just now - use their hallucinations to compile them into a Death Company.
The compilation of the Death Company can allow them to be put into the battlefield again at the most dangerous time, and considering that Zhang Ge has not encountered any difficulties that he cannot solve so far, it is roughly equivalent to being able to use this reason to raise them in vain.
It can also be considered to fully utilize their value in wasting resources.
Plan completed.
After solving the matter at hand, the information that each part had been cleaned up gradually returned to Zhang Ge's communication, and the matters inside the Vengeful Spirit finally came to an end.
Reassemble, count the numbers, introduce each other, collude on confessions.
By the way, use the facilities on the Vengeful Spirit to give the Fallen Angels... should they be called Redeemed Angels now? a new paint job.
Due to Zhang Ge's Burning Book and Burying Scholars-level artistic creations, the color scheme was a charcoal black background close to the Oathbreakers + a white border close to gray and white.
In this way, Zhang Ge, his retinue, and the soldiers brought up by Zhang Ge each returned to the Shuttlecraft that had transported them here. On the other side, the Oathbreakers, who exceeded the transportation capacity, had to use the Shuttlecraft parked on the Vengeful Spirit.
Fortunately, these Shuttlecraft from the Great Crusade era did not seem abrupt compared to today's, but instead looked a bit more advanced, and did not need to be modified too much.
As the Shuttlecraft left, the handling of the Vengeful Spirit temporarily came to an end.
Before leaving, Zhang Ge instructed the Machine Spirit to avoid the fleets of all parties as much as possible, so as to wait for Zhang Ge to handle the affairs on Vigilus before returning here to consider how to settle this ship.
Below, the outline of the planetary surface quickly reappeared within visual range of the Shuttlecraft.