Spacecraft, control room.
Although Sephiroth was drinking the blood of Charl the tiger-man and reading his memories, he still clearly sensed the emotional shift coming from Captain Nick the dog-man.
He merely glanced at the dog-man lying on the ship's deck, preparing to attack him with a long-barreled hand cannon.
Dark crimson lightning flashed through the air. An overwhelming and vast wave of Conqueror's Haki instantly enveloped them, causing them to roll their eyes back and collapse onto the deck unconscious. Only one crocodile-man remained, staring blankly at the scene before him.
These people were simply too weak—too weak even to remain conscious while standing before Sephiroth!
If not for the fact that the crocodile-man was the ship's mechanic and knew its structure, repairs, and maintenance inside out, Sephiroth would not have spared him from the Conqueror's Haki. Otherwise, he would not have been qualified to remain awake either.
Thud!
Sephiroth casually tossed Charl's body, now completely drained into a dry corpse after all useful memories had been extracted, onto the ship's deck.
He first licked the blood from the corner of his lips without even retracting his Vampire Fangs. Then, a sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly asked the crocodile-man:
"How should this spacecraft be repaired and maintained? And how should various emergencies be handled...?"
Gulp!
Under Sephiroth's gaze, the crocodile-man's body immediately began trembling uncontrollably. He stammered:
"D-Don't! Don't kill me...!"
However...
Sephiroth merely smiled, grabbed the crocodile-man, and bit down on his neck.
Sizzle~!
Memories related to spacecraft repairs and emergency procedures rapidly flowed into his mind through the blood, where he swiftly read and understood them.
A moment later, Sephiroth casually discarded the crocodile-man's shriveled corpse. He walked over to the control console and began operating it while recalling what he had learned.