Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

The space inside the sanctuary is not as narrow as it looks from the outside, on the contrary, the hall on the first floor of the sanctuary is very spacious.

At this time, the hall of the Sanctuary was full of ghost-faced beasts guarding corpses with yellow and red armors and huge crowns on their helmets.

It was Corax and the Custodians, the Raven Astartes and the Elite that had put blood, limbs and debris everywhere.

end of the hall.

The three 'ostriches' sitting in suspended wheelchairs faced the Astartes and the elites whose bodies were covered in blood and meat, and were so frightened that they all collapsed on their wheelchairs.

These three ostriches are the three highest prophets in charge of the power of the Star Alliance, the Prophet of Sorrow, Mercy and Truth.

at this time.

William, who was surrounded by a large number of rabid sharks and imperial guards, walked into the sanctuary with his hands behind his back, and slowly entered the hall.

Accompanied by William was the angel Kaisha, Saom in brown-gold armor, and several silver-helmed elites.

"Ho...!"

Seeing those prophets who used to be aloof, but now they looked scared to pee, Sa Om couldn't help complaining:

"This bunch of garbage, without the protection of us and the ghost-faced beasts, is nothing more than a piece of meat with no nutritional value, and it's the kind that is too lazy to die."

While making complaints, Saom accompanied William's Captain Rabidtooth and immediately helped William translate.

"Hehe." After listening to the translation, William also shook his head and smiled, and said to Soom:

"According to the records in our ruins, the prophets were not born to sit in 'wheelchairs', and their spines thousands or tens of thousands of years ago did not want to be bent like this now.

It seems that, as you said, the current family of prophets is just a piece of meat. "

Soom suppressed his anger and stared at the three prophets, and said angrily, "Hey! That's right!"

"You...you...! Why are you doing this...!!"

During the conversation between William and Saom, the prophet of truth sitting in the center raised his trembling left hand and pointed at Saom, and still said the above sentence in the tone of a superior.

Apparently, even surrounded by hordes of Astartes, Sharktooths, and Elites, the Prophets still consider themselves important.

"Why?! How many members of our tribe have you killed during this period? Still have the face to ask me why? Die!!"

While shouting, Saom couldn't hold back his irritable temper anymore, and immediately jumped in front of the Prophet of Truth.

Immediately, Saom stretched out his right hand to pinch the bent neck of the Prophet of Truth, and lifted the lazy ostrich up with an easy effort.

then…

"Crack!" A bone shattering sound was heard in the ears of everyone present.

"Hmph! Letting you die so happily, it's really cheap for you! Get lost!"

As Soom said, he threw the Prophet of Truth, who had passed away, towards the giant metal pillar in the hall.

"Puff!"

Immediately, the body of the Prophet of Truth 'exploded' directly.

"Ah!! Saom! Are you crazy!!!"

Seeing that the Prophet of Truth was brutally killed, the Prophet of Sorrow still looked at Saom with an expression of disbelief.

On the contrary, the Prophet of Mercy begged Soom repeatedly for mercy: "Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

"Okay, Sa Om, are all your elites so hot-tempered? I wanted to talk to these ostrich guys, but it's better for you, just kill one of them for me."

William scolded Soom, but still had a kind smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Soom's actions to torture and kill the Prophet of Truth.

"Luo...boss, our Sangheili's emotional control is not as good as yours, so we couldn't hold back for a while."

"Huh?" Hearing that Soum actually called him the boss for the first time, William's smile became even brighter, and he waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, just pay attention in the future."

"Boss? What is a boss?" the Prophet of Sorrow wondered beside him.

Hearing this, William still explained with a smile on his face: "That's what the boss means."

"What?!" The Prophet of Sorrow still didn't see the situation clearly, and pointed at Soom and cursed:

"You traitor! If it wasn't for you! Our prophets wouldn't have sent a message to your people..."

"Crack!" (super loud slap)

"Kaba~!" (The sound of twisting bones in the neck)

"You don't need to scold my employees."

Before the Prophet of Sorrow finished cursing, William directly used his 'Great Power' stunt to slap the Prophet of Sorrow directly.

This time, he was interrupted by an ostrich-like neck, and the Prophet of Sorrow was paralyzed on the suspended wheelchair in a state of despair.

"Ah!!! Don't kill me... Please don't kill me! Say! What do you want? What do you humans want?!"

When the Prophet of Mercy saw William easily slapping the Prophet of Sorrow to death, he was so frightened that he begged for mercy.

"hehe."

On the other hand, William once again wore a kind smile on his face, and looked at the Prophet of Mercy, who was completely dumbfounded, and said:

"Are you merciful to the prophet? Now you are praying for the mercy of us humans, hahaha, it's really ridiculous, tsk tsk."

The Prophet of Mercy felt more and more that William's smile contained murderous intent, but he still did not give up hope and begged:

"Let us Star Alliance truce, vassalage, and compensation are fine, please let me go..."

"Hey." At this time, William put away his smile, put his hands behind his back, and said in an extremely dignified tone:

"Because of the existence of us humans, it prevents your family of prophets from using religion to control the Star Alliance, so we will launch a war of genocide against us humans.

If we humans lose the war, will your prophets let us humans go?

What the answer is, you and I know it well.

Moreover, because of your selfishness and authoritarianism, we human beings have lost tens of millions of innocent people, and even issued a massacre order to the Sangheili family who did their best to protect you.

You are not entitled to my mercy.

Likewise, I am not qualified to forgive you for those who died, so...die. "

At the end, William glanced at Saom meaningfully, then turned around and walked out of the sanctuary.

"Aww!"

Soom, who received the signal from William's eyes, raised his head and let out a howl, as if mourning for his people.

"Buzz!"

Immediately afterwards, Saom took off the hilt hanging from his waist, unfolded the radiant energy sword, and swung it towards the Prophet of Mercy.

"Don't! Go around me! Go around..."

"Puff!"

The Prophet of Mercy, who was begging for mercy when he was dying, had his ostrich-like head separated from his neck, and the begging stopped abruptly.

At this time.

"Captain." William, who was walking outside the sanctuary, gave an order to Captain Rabid Shark next to him:

"Send your individual soldier video to Serena, and then help me pass it on to her for editing. I am going to use the death of the three prophets to completely blow the morale of the entire Star Alliance."

"Yes, boss."

"Also." William added:

"Even if the three prophets are dead, there are still a lot of ghost-faced beast troops in the city of fraternity, so help me inform all the staff and continue to clear the remnants of the ghost-faced beasts in the city of fraternity."

"yes."