Morris merely snorted coldly; he still held the secret of the Eternal Holy Seat and would never let these guys know.
Costate was helpless; ever since arriving here, he communicated with the other side every day, but this guy was impervious, unwilling to say anything.
With an X Level Life Form, there were almost no means to extract confessions.
If the other side didn’t want to talk, it was very hard to get useful information.
Just as he was about to speak, there was a knocking at the door, and someone peeked in, "Commander, Lord Heckler is looking for you."
Costate frowned slightly but had to stop his inquiry.
As he stood up, the officer had already opened the door, and his gaze swept over Morris.
"No one is allowed to approach him." Costate routinely gave the order, and the officer nodded in agreement.
As Costate left, the door was once again shut heavily.
Morris lowered his head; his heart was far from as calm as he appeared, and he was a bit restless.
If news of his father’s death reached his clan, it would surely cause an uproar.
Though the Dark Prison Giants were the ruling race, other Titan Branches also lived among them.
Once the other races learned of this news, they would inevitably be eager to act.
What he needed most now was to eliminate hidden threats before those people could react, but escaping from here seemed nearly impossible.
He was fully aware that even if they drained every bit of him, they wouldn’t let him leave.
And in the energy conduit merged into his spine, a blood-red flash appeared fleetingly, as if it didn’t exist; all monitoring measures failed to detect it.
"Morris?"
An abrupt voice sounded in his mind, causing Morris’s pupils to contract suddenly. He looked up, sweeping his gaze jauntily around with suspicion.
"No need for such a reaction," the voice continued.
Morris frowned tightly, his mind filled with many speculations, trying his best to mobilize his spiritual power, which had been suppressed to its lowest activity, to inquire.
"Who... are... you?"
"I’m here to rescue you," the other party did not answer the question, "I know you want revenge."
"Rescue me?" Morris paused for a moment, then revealed a slightly mocking smile,
"Alright, stop pretending. I know no one in this Star Domain. The place is heavily guarded; it’s impossible for outsiders to infiltrate."
Clearly, he thought it was the Three Civilizations intentionally messing with him.
"You’re mistaken; I didn’t infiltrate. I’m communicating with you through a special means," the other replied unsurprisingly, "I know you don’t trust me."
"But there’s one thing you should know. Recently, the Star Alliance captured someone who claimed to be Ling Shou, and right after news of the Black King’s death leaked, the Star Alliance showed him video footage, and he immediately revealed a lot of information."
"Ling Shou?" Morris’s expression suddenly restrained, anger in his heart, "Courting death!"
The One-eyed Giant clan held prestige and influence second only to the Dark Prison Giants, always harboring ambitions to replace them.
It was only due to his father and the Eternal Holy Seat’s presence that they had been held back, and now was the best opportunity.
"Rest assured, though, I’ve already killed him," the voice sounded again.
Morris felt a slight blur before his eyes, then saw a bloody, mangled figure.
"Isn’t this enough to prove that I’m definitely not with the Three Civilizations?"
Morris remained silent; the ones who had been interrogating him had no idea about Ling Shou, nor were they aware of his father’s honorable title.
Regardless, this guy was certainly not aligned with the Empire.
"Who exactly are you?" Morris questioned again.
This time, the other party did not skip the question, responding, "You can call me the Alchemy Baron..."
"Alchemy?" The words seemed to have stimulated Morris, curious and uncertain, "The Alchemy Civilization? Forbidden Alchemist? Weren’t they destroyed?"
This time, it was the voice in his mind that fell silent for a moment before responding, "As expected of the Titan Branch, knowing about even this civilization."
"What do you want?" Knowing a bit about the other’s background, Morris’s inner vigilance diminished somewhat.
"Azure Dragon is also my enemy." The other’s words left Morris stunned.
Azure Dragon truly had many enemies.
He clearly didn’t believe it, "Is that all? The Three Civilizations also want to take down Azure Dragon. All you have to do is sit back and benefit; why bother rescuing me?"
"Because... you hold a different kind of value." As the words fell, Morris’s vision blurred again.
The surrounding scenes rapidly shifted, and he felt the world spin around him, standing over a black, tar-like energy substance.
Yet his gaze was vacant, as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at a massive corpse in the distance.
"That... that... that is..." he stammered in shock.
"Yes, that’s a Dominator Level corpse."
A storm surged within Morris’s heart.
Never did he expect to see a complete Dominator corpse, filled with countless questions, yet at a loss for words.