Chapter 27

"Hmm!" Qing Yun muffled a snort, his black pupils shrinking as he lowered his head, his entire body seemingly dazed.

Sure enough.

A sense of inescapable fate enveloped the soldiers, their bodies slumped.

There was a huge sense of loss that came over them. No one could escape such tactics, could they?

The teenager couldn't endure the mental shock even though he held up to take the physical torture.

Apollon grinned and relaxed back in his chair.

Chris stepped in front of Qing Yun, his footsteps were unaccountably heavy.

You should do it.

No, wait. Chris heard a voice in his mind say.

"Dr. Ramiel, where is he." Chris stared at the blank-eyed Qing Yun with a pair of cold silver eyes, and as soon as the boy answered, he would attack.

"The Doctor is…"

The dazed-looking young man suddenly tilted his head up, his hair fluttered, and his eyes, like those of a star-filled night sky, suddenly regained their radiance, "Why should I tell you?"

The teenager even flew up and kicked the man's broad shoulders, though it didn't shake Chris's form in the slightest, he was instead bounced back and spun around uncontrollably.

What's going on?

He's unaffected?

Everyone was surprised, even Chris's pupils contracted for a moment.

The mocking smile on Qing Yun's face became more profound, he thought that this mental deterrent was something great, but it turned out that this power could not touch his soul at all.

"Bang!" Apollon crushed the glass, and with suppressed fury, he asked, "What's going on? Is the instrument broken?"

A single mental deterrent transmission line alone could shock a soldier with B+ mental strength into stupidity. It was only after yesterday's interrogation when he suspected that the teenager was physically weak but had a high level of mental strength, that he had the mental deterrent used.

Unexpectedly, it was useless?

The captive on the side, who was already ashen at heart, was also taken aback at this time and stared blankly at the tiny teenager hanging from the ceiling, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Qing Yun proudly raised his chin, his eyes seemed to burn with a fierce flame: "The Federation will not be defeated!"

Apollon walked over in a rage and casually yanked a star pirate to connect a mental deterrent to the back of his head. Within a second, this star pirate looked dumbfounded and answered every question.

Ruthlessly throwing down the star pirate in his hands, Apollon stared at Qing Yun and ordered Chris in a deep voice, "Then connect another transmission line to him."

Some of the relief that had just risen in Chris's heart pressed down again, the teenager could hold on to one transmission line, but what about two or three?

He didn't retrieve his mental energy floating around the boy and picked up a transmission cable once again to connect behind the boy's head.

The youth's expression didn't change and even looked at Apollon with a disdainful snort.

Two, three, four…

Ten roots, twenty roots…

The transmission wires scattered next to the mental deterrent slowly diminished, and in contrast, the back of the teenager's head was literally stabbed like a hedgehog.

Everyone's eyes slowly changed, looking at Qing Yun as if he was a monster.

Finally, the last transmission cable was attached to the back of the teenager's head, and the mental deterrent was even turned on to the highest grade.

But the teenager still didn't show any signs of being shocked, his eyes were bright and glowing, and there was no sign of dullness at all.

All of the captives behind Qing Yun stood up at this point, holding onto the railing in a daze, looking at the teenager hanging there, densely connected with transmission wires behind his head. The image of him at this time was both pitiful and ridiculous, but the captive Federation soldiers could not afford to raise any smile in their hearts.

Their hearts were filled with admiration and shame.

Such a feeble teenager who had not experienced any military training and might not even be an adult had actually survived the impact of a real mental deterrent.

Behind Qing Yun, Chris dropped his eyes to hide the admiration overflowing in his eyes.

Knowing that Qing Yun was an omega, he was even more shocked by this. Even the current Fourth Legion's Corsi could not withstand such a powerful mental shock.

What kind of powerful energy was contained in his weak body?

Even after witnessing Qing Yun's strength, Chris still felt a slight heartache for him because he could see clearly from behind that the teenager seemed to be extremely afraid of pain. The needle clip of the transmission line pierced through the flesh of the back of his head, and it would always cause the back of his neck to twitch slightly.

But that was it, the teenager still didn't say a word.

"The Federation will not be defeated!" Qing Yun tilted his head up and repeated again as if mocking Apollon's previous words.

He would not be defeated by the mental deterrent, the Federation would not be defeated by the Flamingo, and Qing Yun would never fail in this mission.

Apollon was completely gloomy, he slowly approached Qing Yun with heavy steps, he reached out his hand and clamped down on the bruised jaw and asked Qing Yun, "Tell me, exactly how high is your mental level?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary student of the singing department of the highest art academy of the Federation, mental strength A."

As he spoke of the highest art academy in the Federation, the teenager's gaze flew as if he was extremely proud.

Chris, who was standing behind him, however, almost bluffed as his silver eyes flashed with a hint of cryptic laughter.

Those who didn't know must have thought that the Federation's Supreme Art Academy was some kind of high-ranking academy, yet in the Federation, it was only a school that only mocked worthless omegas would attend.

After all, with Corsi as a precedent, all the somewhat capable omegas went to the military academy.

The teenager must have his own sparkling artistic dreams in mind, Chris thought.

"A+?" Apollon gritted his teeth, was this guy laughing at himself? Apollon had an SS-grade mental power, and he knew full well that he would never be able to hold up to the transmission lines of so many shock absorbers.

It was so sudden that his face changed, and his voice became wry, "Art Academy? Oh, that means that the highest your physique can be is a C."

At the news, the teenager really widened his eyes.

Apollon turned around with a big grin, and he threw the whip he'd used yesterday at Chris again.

Chris's hand holding the whip faintly faltered.

The next round of flogging came just like this, Apollon didn't let Chris pull off the transmission of the deterrent. After all, physical and mental torture together is more brutal and exciting.

The mental deterrent still had a slight effect on the teenager's body, Chris lashed out, and the teenager who had always clenched his teeth and didn't utter a word couldn't even help but grunt out.

Although the ensuing cry of pain was promptly swallowed by the youth, the momentary soft hum is still as seductive as a siren's song. With the fair and transparent skin of the teenager, the blood-soaked wounds, and the disheveled black hair, it was a feast of absolute beauty.

The star pirates watching the punishment all had a hint of enchantment on their faces.

Apollon leaned back in his chair with a face of enjoyment, he first held up a finger to stop any possible sounds around him, and then instructed Chris, "Do it hard, I want to hear his lovely voice."

Chris's grip on the whip tightened, he almost crushed the handle.

This young man who had gritted his teeth until now for the sake of his homeland, should not have to bear such an insult.

The sound of the whip dancing became more urgent with Apollon's command, and a thought surfaced in Chris's mind, pulling him into the abyss.

Wasn't he, who was called the protector of the Federation, the one who had done something even more outrageous to the teenager, who had caused Jorah so much pain?

Chris continued to whip Qing Yun like an emotionless machine, but his heart felt like it was being squeezed, and the dizziness of lack of oxygen took control of his brain.

The teenager's eyes were bright, and Chris saw even the most beautiful night sky of the Federation in his eyes. But now he was about to inflict inhumane torture on the owner of such a beautiful pair of eyes.

The entire interrogation room was quiet, with only the sound of the whip snapping against the flesh. The teenager really held back, without half a sound escaping his throat.

In this situation, however, in the ears of these star pirates, the sound of the teenager's breathing was utterly alluring.

In contrast to this was the imperial captives behind Qing Yun, their gaze was fixed on the teenager in front of them, and their slumped bodies gradually stood up straight, their heads and chests up, their eyes firm; this is the posture of Federal soldiers.

The youth's persistence seemed to rekindle the faith in their hearts.

The trial was unusually long for Chris as if he was the one who was tied up and whipped, and his whole heart seemed to be scorched on the fire.

The young man in front of him was surprisingly strong, with new wounds covering old ones, making his already battered body even more fragile.

Blood mixed with sweat stuck to his black hair, and his lips were the bright red color of blood from the teenager's bite.

During the eight-hour-long flogging, the teenager didn't shed a single tear, didn't make a single sound, and even held his spirit to keep himself from fainting from exhaustion. Those eyes with pride and disdain looked straight into Chris's eyes.

As if to say to him, come on, let's see if I can hold on?

Chris didn't know what kind of strength he was using to swing the whip, what type of force he was using to restrain his hands from trembling.

All he knew was that he couldn't fail.

The teenager held on like this, so he couldn't fail.

Finally, today's torture was over, the sound of the whip swinging disappeared, leaving only the teenager's low gasps.

Because of the strength of the flogging, the transmission line behind Qing Yun's head even broke free a few times. The transmission line was stuck in raven feathered hair, and a small piece of the scalp that was sticky with blood fell off.

Chris stepped forward and reconnected the transmission line to the back of the teenager's head. It took all of his strength to refrain from reaching out and stroking his soft black hair.

He should have been…full of encouragement to soothe the teenager with all his enthusiasm and pride.

"Tomorrow, I will continue to bring you some things." Apollon walked out with a contented look on his face. He would have liked the boy to keep going; such aesthetically pleasing interrogations shouldn't stop, right?

Chris walked out after Apollon, not looking back at Qing Yun.

His pace was still as calculated as it had been from the beginning, every step without any discrepancies, but the hand at his side was clenching its fist fiercely.

For the first time, he knew the meaning of "torment".

The battle between the Federation and the Flamingo lasted for a long time, but the Federation army, which used to have the upper hand, had been defeated this time.

Because Chris was out of the fight.

"Shit!" The Second Legion Admiral, Lucas, hammered the table hard, his brow furrowed, "Let the old bastards at the Council try themselves up here? Shit, that's Chris, that fighting machine, how am I going to beat him!"

With a gentle face, Corsi stuck his long fingers into Lucas's hair, reassuring him.

Today, the Second and Fourth Legions went out on a joint stand with more than ten times the number of troops as the Flamingo, but they were still defeated. Chris led the star pirates like a cat and mouse and teased them to no avail.

"Chris is familiar with the Federation's style of combat, he would be justified in winning."

"That's why Chris's betrayal is scary." Lucas wiped his face harshly.

After a long moment of silence, Corsi blurted out, "Jorah…on the hijacked starship."

At the words, Lucas' fingers tightened for a moment before his voice became cold and hard again, "Oh, well, let's just hope he doesn't do anything else."

Lucas and Jorah were both orphans, they grew up with each other. Teenage pacts and promises came naturally, but Lucas quickly entered the military academy due to his SS grade physical and mental strength and climbed up the ranks.

While Jorah, who is younger than him, was still only a student at the art school.

After meeting Corsi, Lucas was immediately attracted to his strength, and the two of them were quite compatible. Lucas didn't hesitate long before deciding to break off his engagement to Jorah. After all, he was more compatible with Corsi, wasn't he?

"He's just a common citizen of the Federation in my mind right now." Lucas patted Corsi on the shoulder and walked out.

Jorah's fussing at the knowledge of his abandonment had worn away the warmth in Lucas's heart, and now he was probably a little less than a stranger in Lucas's mind.

Corsi frowned and sighed as he watched Lucas's hurriedly departing back.

The Flamingo finally had a victory, and the star pirates gathered in celebration.

Chris didn't like alcohol and noise, so he left the party early. The star pirates who knew his personality well didn't stop him, and Apollon didn't mind too much, after all, he had put a monitor on Chris.

Walking down the corridor to his room, he reached a fork in the road, but Chris paused to turn in the other direction.

He could get back to his room from here as well, but it wasn't the shortest route Chris usually chose.

The interrogation room was to Chris's right, but he didn't pause, moving forward without a glance.

Suddenly, he stopped.

There was singing in there.