Using Psychic Powers Will...!!!

The Drukhari Archon Lax sat in the command chair of his raider, the Touch of Pain, tapping the armrest with his long, slender fingertips.

He had thought it over a few times, though he had already allocated the spoils in his mind.

Different humans were different grades of cargo.

The young humans aboard the ship would be given to the Haemonculi, while the old ones would be skinned immediately and thrown into the arena to feed the wild wolves.

They could not endure much torment anyway. They might as well serve as snacks for the beasts in the arena.

The only question was whether there would be any children.

Human children had always been highly sought-after on Commorragh's black market. Their pain was especially pure, and they were powerful—one was worth ten adults.

It would be wonderful if there were some. If there were, he would personally do the work.

The more Lax thought about it, the more pleased he became. He grinned, revealing two rows of teeth filed to sharp points.

The human merchant ship had already been cut open by thermal cutters, and the raider was moving toward the breach.

"Don't kill too many after boarding. Keep the young and the small ones alive. As for the others, try to wait until we return to Commorragh." Lax instructed his subordinates, who were preparing to board.

"Yes!" The raiding squad leader answered with a brief, shrill laugh.

At first, everything went normally.

But just as they latched onto the merchant ship's outer hull and were preparing to board—

The helmsman at the control console suddenly let out a loud cry. "Archon! Anomaly!!! Anomaly!!!"

"What is it?!" Lax immediately turned around and looked in that direction.

The raiders who were preparing to board stopped in their tracks at the same