In a completely dark space, the pilot who slowly awakened from a coma, his memory still lingered in his slashing weapon, but was swallowed by the blood basin that suddenly attacked from the enemy battleship.

He opened his eyes, but he had an illusion that he did not open them, because the surroundings were completely black, and there was no light in the darkness. If it were not for the perception from the body, he would not even realize that he had opened it. The physical act of opening eyes.

He tentatively moved, and found that he was firmly bound by something he didn't know and couldn't move.

Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light shone on the pilot, and the keen pilot immediately closed his eyes and pretended that he was still in a state of lethargy.

However, his behavior was in vain.

"Don't pretend to sleep when you wake up."

This voice sounded. The other party spoke the lingua franca and the pilot understood it, but the pilot did not intend to'wake up'.

Soon, the pilot had to wake up again. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. The pain quickly spread throughout his body. The pilot looked down in panic. Under the bright light of an unknown light source, a small spike was piercing. His abdomen, that is the source of severe pain.

Pain comes from the bioelectric signal transmitted to the brain after the body injury. It is not difficult for the collectors to artificially create and adjust such bioelectric signals. As long as the collectors are willing, it is completely impossible to make a person alive and die. The matter of question.

"If you don't want to die, I advise you to run away without thinking about it. You are not the first to wake up."

The pilot who was just about to connect with the spiritual realm, teleport and escape, stopped because of this sentence. In front of him were a few floating corpses. These corpses were recognized by the pilots. After all, they were comrades in the same battlefield. .

The pain had passed, and the pilot was panicked for a lot of his surroundings, trying to find the speaker's location.

However, this is doomed to be futile, except for the unknown light source that illuminates him, there is only a dark space.

"Who are you?" the pilot asked.

"I'm only responsible for asking, not the obligation to answer." The voice replied.

"You can choose to shut up and die, or answer the questions we ask."

"There are many of you captured. Some people choose to die, and some people choose to yield to answer questions."

The words of the other party made the pilot feel the icy cold. It was a disregard for life, like a sharp blade hitting the pilot's death hole. As long as he said'no', it would let him go to another world. .

The haze of death enveloped the pilot, looking at the dead bodies of his comrades in arms, the pilot chose to cherish his life and survive.

"I choose to answer the question."

"You are very knowledgeable about current affairs, but I want to remind you that some of the people who succumbed to the wise have chosen to conceal some, and their result is also death. I think your IQ should not be low. If you want to conceal it, then Just choose to die without saying anything, so that I can save some time and you can spend less time talking."

The pilot's heart was shocked, and the little abacus in his heart said half and half, and suddenly lost his thoughts.

The information revealed in the other party's words was that he was not the first to wake up, nor was it the last. The pilot couldn't falsify this matter, so he could only think about it as it really was.

Since he chose to surrender, the prisoners who woke up before him must have succumbed. God knows how many things the prisoners who succumbed before have said. If you want to survive, you must say everything you know so that you can survive.

"Thanks for the reminder, I am different from those stupid people who are smart." The pilot hurriedly replied.

"I believe this too." The voice responded flatly, "Tell me information about your fleet."

"My fleet has been completely wiped out by you..."

The pilot didn't understand why the other party wanted to ask this question, and was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I want to know this. Is there any direct conflict between your fleet and the question I asked?"

The words are full of intimidation, and the pilot is now correcting his position. He is just a prisoner now, and he doesn't even have the most basic right to guarantee the safety of life. It all depends on the other party's wishes!

The pilot hurriedly responded, "I belong to the first fleet of the Assault Corps, numbered 1130. It is mainly responsible for the first contact battle of the whole regiment. The fleet of the same type is in four digits. I am just an ordinary pilot, I only know so much."

"Why can you suddenly appear and disappear?" the voice asked.

"..."

The pilot didn't expect this to be the second question, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"You don't need to answer, anyway, there are still a lot of prisoners. After you die, I will ask other people this question."

"No! Wait a minute! I answer!"

The pilot panicked. He still wanted to survive. Even if he didn't say it, the captives would definitely have an idea to say it, and he decided to say it exactly.

"Huh? That's it, then tell me quickly."

The pilot who heard the other party let go, let out a long sigh of relief, and answered the question honestly.

"It's the spiritual realm. We build a connection with the spiritual realm to complete the phenomenon you just asked about by entering and then coming out. We call this kind of process ‘jumping’."

"Spirit Realm? What kind of place is that?"

"This...I can't describe it. It's a place that surpasses my language ability. That place is too special. You can't find such a place in the normal world..."

The pilot tried very hard to express, but the expression of words was very vague, and the other party interrupted him impatiently.

"Well, you don't have to talk about this anymore."

"I ask you, do you know the ‘Ling Zun’ thing?"

The pilot was stunned for a moment ~lightnovelpub.net~ remembering hard work, and finally asked.

"Uh... what is that?"

"You do not know?"

"do not know."

The pilot was convinced that he didn't know what the spirits were.

"I really don't know? Someone told me before you that there are many spirits in the spiritual realm."

"I really don't know this. I have never seen a spiritual master before entering the spiritual realm, let alone what you mean by the spiritual master."

The pilot was in a hurry and hurriedly defended himself. He had already decided to survive, but he didn't want to lose his life in vain because of such a thing.

"How strong is the total military power of the Holy Worm State? What percentage of the total combat power does your branch fleet occupy?" the voice asked again.

"It's less than one percent. Our fleet can only be regarded as a vanguard fleet in the state legion at best. Uh, you natives probably don't understand the concept of vanguard fleet. Let me explain."

Because the previous Lingzun question could not be answered, the pilot answered this question very carefully in order to show that he really did not hide it.

"The vanguard fleet is equivalent to your scouts on the ground battlefield. It is not only responsible for certain intelligence collection, but also for harassing enemy intelligence and logistics tasks, but its combat effectiveness is completely incomparable with the main fleet."

"It doesn't matter how much the vanguard fleet is destroyed, because the cost of forming a new vanguard fleet is very low. The members of the warship are all national races, and there are as many as they need."

"How strong is the main fleet?" the other side asked.

The pilot thought for a while, and answered very seriously.

"The mecha piloted by an ace pilot can destroy the vanguard fleet I belong to with only ten units, and the main fleet of ace pilots like this has tens of thousands."