Kilsager and Chat Groups

Chapter 189 This Siren lady, you didn't want this either...

"What exactly is wrong with this humanoid siren's head?" Queen Elizabeth asked with a look of suspicion. In her opinion, given Mies's personality and style of doing things, he would never be so uninteresting as to collect a siren's head as a collectible.

However, when Mitterrand responded in her usual calm tone, "She is not dead," Queen Elizabeth was startled.

"What?" Queen Elizabeth looked astonished and raised her voice in disbelief.

The fact that such a humanoid siren could survive even with its head separated from its body was beyond her imagination.

At this moment, as if to confirm that Mie Zhan's words were true, the previously silent Purifier suddenly spoke up, shouting in an exaggerated tone: "Hahahaha! You are really too powerful! I am no match for you at all!"

“No way…” Queen Elizabeth said, glancing with disgust at the Purifier’s lone head. “It’s just a head left, and it can still talk.”

Faced with Queen Elizabeth's disdain, the Purifier was clearly annoyed and immediately retorted loudly, "Hey! What kind of attitude is that! Even if I, the Purifier, only have a mouth left now, I can still speak freely!"

However, Mie Zhan seemed to ignore the Purifier's clamor and commotion. He simply raised his jet-black longsword without expression and then slashed it down mercilessly at the Purifier's body.

Accompanied by a series of chilling cutting sounds, the Purifier's body was instantly chopped into minced meat.

The Purifiers, witnessing this scene, finally stopped laughing, and instead fell into a deathly silence.

"You...you don't mean to eat me, do you?" The Purifier couldn't help but recall the murderous look in Mian Zhan's eyes during the battle, a look that seemed to want to devour her alive, and her body trembled.

At this moment, Mie Zhan remained silent, simply staring at her quietly. This eerie atmosphere made the Purifier's already pale face appear even more terrified: "You won't eat me, right?"

Just then, Queen Elizabeth, with a smile on her face, slowly approached the Purifier and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh dear, Miss Siren, you don't want to be roasted and eaten, do you?"

After saying that, he let out a chilling laugh.

"Gulp." The Purifier swallowed a mouthful of saliva that wasn't even there. Its once bright golden eyes were now filled with fear and helplessness as it stared straight at Mie Zhan, as if trying to get a sliver of hope and comfort from him.

Finally, under the almost desperate gaze of the Purifier, Mie Zhan slowly spoke: "Don't worry, I won't eat you."

These words, like heavenly music, reached the Purifier's ears, easing her anxiety and allowing her to breathe a long sigh of relief.

But to everyone's surprise, Mie Zhan then coldly added, "However, I'll have the Death Guard eat your head off."

After saying that, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"No!—" Upon hearing this, the Purifier turned pale with fright and screamed. She struggled desperately, trying to free her consciousness from the body that was about to suffer misfortune, but she failed.

“Electronic demon, kid.” Mie Zhan wasn’t just sitting idly by.

"Wanla!" Completely powerless, the Purifier was carried by the head towards the land by Mie Zhan.

"She wouldn't really..." Warspite watched the entire performance.

"Let's deal with the Siren fleet first." Queen Elizabeth's voice carried a hint of anxiety. Neither she nor Warspite's bombardment had been able to inflict effective damage on the Purifiers. If there were more humanoid Sirens like these in the future, she wasn't confident she could handle them.

"The surveillance system has failed..." The observer's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition instantly surged into his mind.

Her already restless tentacle-like ship equipment now slithered wildly like snakes, as if trying to break free from some invisible restraint.

“The Purifier has neither been resurrected nor returned… What is going on?” the Observer murmured to himself, his voice filled with anxiety and doubt.

However, at that moment, she suddenly felt a long and strong hand tightly grip her tentacle, and this sudden change made her gasp in surprise.

Almost at the same moment, the observer realized with horror that she had been invaded. Not only that, she also found herself completely unable to move, her body as if it had been frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of eerie blue eyes slowly came into her view. The deep and cold gaze seemed to come from the deepest hell, sending chills down her spine.

Before the observer could react further, her tentacle ship armor seemed to gain its own consciousness and quickly bound her tightly.

"Hmm, this body is not bad." A slightly satisfied voice rang out; the speaker was Killer Killer.

Compared to the bionic body that Kirsajarn had prepared for Tarachin, this one is clearly more suitable for the space necromancer.

As he spoke, Kirsar's hands began to roam freely over the observer's body, as if assessing a valuable item.

Just as Kirsar was engrossed in his research on the new prototype, a hunched silver figure silently appeared in the observer's field of vision.

"So, is it about time we can begin implementing our plan?" the silver figure asked, his voice hoarse and deep.

Upon hearing the voice, Killer Killer turned around. When she saw who it was, an incredulous expression appeared on her face, and she blurted out, "Wait, what kind of strange outfit is this?"

"I went to a human comic convention." Wearing a scarf, Tarasin carried several figurines and a few paper bags in his left hand, containing his haul from the convention. "Not bad."

Killer Killer's expression kept changing as he looked at Tarasin's ultimate DD outfit. In the end, he chose to take a screenshot and send it to the group chat.

If it weren't for the voice and chat group verification, Kirsaji wouldn't have believed that the thing in front of him wearing a Santa hat, long sleeves and pants covered with virtual streamer avatars, and a cape covered with anime characters, was the space necromancer overlord Tarasin.

"No, buddy." Kirsaji had a look on his face like he was on the subway, an old man, and a cell phone.

Ignoring Chirshaj's gaze, Tarachin walked over to the Observer, leaning on his scepter.

The observer had been forced out of the Sirens' network and stared in horror at the bizarre robot before him.

"Miss Siren, you don't want to be dealt with as a traitor, do you?" A slightly distorted, mechanical voice echoed in the observer's ears.