"Ah..." The priest groaned, his mouth slightly open, looking somewhat dazed, as if the madness from before had nothing to do with him.
"What did you inject him with?" Lin Fan asked Perturabo, receiving an unexpected answer.
Perturabo shook the syringe in his hand and said wistfully, "A specialty from a daemon world within the Eye of Terror. That planet is covered in the bones of dead creatures. The bones are collected and processed, bound with unknown souls, then finely ground. The hallucinogen produced is of exceptional quality."
"That sounds like some kind of drug..."
"I've already ascended to daemonhood. Do you think I'd still care about that?"
"What does it do?"
"It lets people see illusions—the dreams they most wish to fulfill. That's all."
Perturabo's tone was somewhat heavy as he spoke. Seeing that he was not in the mood, Lin Fan did not press further.
Just as Perturabo had said, after staring blankly for a while, the priest began to giggle foolishly. It was a simple, joyous laugh, carrying a faint tremor of excited tears. Who knew what the priest wished to see deep in his heart.
"Alright, this ship is dealt with. You Aeldari must have a way to lock these people up. This brat and I will go take a look at the ship next door."
Perturabo dragged Lin Fan away at once. Before leaving, Lin Fan set down the coffin he had been carrying on his back.
The Iron Maiden-shaped coffin opened, revealing Bashar, the captain of the Carcharodons' Third Company, firmly restrained by all manner of apparatus.
Bashar had fallen asleep, utterly unaware of what was happening outside.
Yvraine had the Ynnari take control of the strike cruiser and gather the remaining mortals aboard for confinement.
The mortal servants and Carcharodons warriors were placed