"Do you want to talk?" Zaki said in a gloomy voice.

But it is not the true "speak" because he is actually standing there without making any sound. What really makes the voice is his mental power. He directly projected what he wants to say into the mind of every Kerry on the bridge, and then exerted a cold and deep oppression.

Of course, Ronan also felt this pressure. As the best among the Kerry people, his willpower and spiritual resistance are extremely high, much stronger than other compatriots. But even so, he felt a little difficult to resist.

Ronan ordered in a deep voice: "Take him down for me."

The accuser obviously did not recognize Zaki, but this did not prevent him from ordering.

Although I don’t know what the other party used, trespassing into a warship was originally an act of being shot on the spot, and any civilization is the same. The reason why I ordered "take it" instead of "execution" was because Ronan still had questions to ask.

But he was obviously a little too optimistic.

To be honest, he actually didn't see what was going on at all, and he felt that in a trance moment, there seemed to be a dark storm from hell sweeping across the entire bridge.

Every Kerry was caught in, something that transcends conventional understanding and is completely unresisting.

The defensive field on the Kerry officers was pierced like paper, their armor was removed, their weapons exploded on the spot, and their whole body fell down like a demon, their eyes were empty and lost their spirit.

In one second, the entire bridge was disarmed. However, the black monster who was the invader stood there with his hands on his back, and he didn't even look his head straight from beginning to end.

Luo Nan roared and stepped forward. The black warhammer slammed head-on with the domineering strong wind!

Zaki was still standing there until the hammer hit his chest without any intention of moving.

The next moment, he moved.

It was really in that literal moment that the situation suddenly changed.

The accuser Ronan's pupils contracted. His enhanced brain could not handle the process just now, and his eyes seemed to see nothing. He only knew that at this moment, the warhammer in his hand had somehow flew out. His left arm was restrained, and his arm seemed to have been put under tens of millions of tons of pressure. His throat was pressed, and a breath that seemed to be as if death itself eroded his internal organs through his throat.

He saw the black weirdo close at hand, his face almost touching the tip of his nose.

He couldn't breathe.

Although it sounds ridiculous, he feels that if this state lasts for more than a minute, he might die here.

But the other party let him go the next moment.

Zaki looked at Ronan who fell to one knee as if his bones were removed and took a step back.

"Look, I said we can talk. Things could have been much easier." He rubbed his wrist lightly and said lightly.

Ronan was gasping heavily, trying his best to suck the air in the cabin into his lungs.

Ronan tried hard to raise his head and looked at him with difficulty: "You...you are from the Truth Church..."

Zaki slowly paced along the bridge's operating table.

"You realize it, it's great, then we can save the opening remarks."

Zaki turned around and looked at him, and Ronan was standing up barely at the table.

"But you have no choice."
Chapter completed!