The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"The core of the starship, what is that?" Perlis whispered.

　She had long noticed something unusual inside the starship—a very strong energy was surging in the lower core of this giant ship.

　That energy doesn't seem like a common energy source.

　In response to Perlis's question, Odin smiled thoughtfully.

　"Well...it's a long story..."

　He pointed to a blue aurora outside the window and said:

　"The core area is now occupied by the Unified Church, and that ancient church is a devout believer of the ancient god Tamara-Toss of the Starflight."

　"During the Great Drift War, they used this name to monopolize the core area."

　"because..."

　Odin turned to Perlis and gave an ugly smile:

　"In the core area, the core that provides energy to the Star Trekker is a scale that fell from the body of the ancient god."

　Engine area.

　"The scales of the ancient god... the core..."

　In a corner of the workshop, Aryanwen frowned as she read a drawing provided by Raja.

　"In other words, the reason the Star Trek can always follow the ancient god Tamara-Toss's path is because of this so-called core?"

　"Indeed," Raja nodded, his mask-like smile still on his face. "It also provides energy for the entire ship... The primary fusion energy is provided to the bridge area, used to power the interstellar computers, deflector shields, and charge the jump drives. The secondary fusion energy is provided to the basic engine, which is the yellow light enveloping our heads."

　"It's amazing..." Arianwen muttered, "Ancient God products are generally extremely unstable. Have you conducted any systematic research on that core?"

　"There was, but research was forced to cease," Nynaeve shook her head. "The followers of the Unification Society claim that the core is a sacred relic and will not allow anyone to desecrate it."

　"That's really...exaggerated..." Arianwen sighed.

　In other words, an unstable core constitutes the lifeblood of this giant ship.

　One day, the core suddenly exploded, and the entire ship was destroyed.

　On that day, Tamara Toss of the Starliner suddenly went mad and resonated with the core. The 8 billion permanent residents on the ship would immediately turn into wriggling pieces of meat.

　A lonely boat floating in the Milky Way, ready to sink at any moment.

　"That's why our world is always on the brink of destruction."

　Raja sat sideways on the table, gently stroking his hand over the huge ship depicted on the drawing.

　"After the Great Drift War, the Unification Society's followers prayed to the core almost every day, attempting to communicate with it. Even I can't see that future clearly; there are too many tributaries... Even Odin Sharma didn't dare send troops to interfere with those religious lunatics. If they disturbed the core, we would all die."

　"Doesn't Odin Sharma have a strong armed force?" Alianwen frowned. "Even he doesn't dare to provoke the madman in the core area?"

　"Very strong, but brute force won't take down those lunatics."

　Raja sighed softly and put his hand to his eyes on his forehead.

　"They are connected to the core and draw power from it. Killing them... I'm afraid it will only make the core more unstable."

　Bridge area.

　"That's why I need your help, Pure White Flame. Even my White Hunters can't handle those lunatics in the core area. They even developed... psychic powers. Do you understand me?"

　Odin Sharma gestured and drew, but Perlis didn't even look at her.

　She looked straight ahead: after passing the super-giant skyscraper complex of Haidu, a huge platform came into view. Countless pipelines climbed up to the platform along the outline of the city, and blue light could be vaguely seen flowing inside the pipelines.

　Above that platform is an extremely large transparent spherical skylight, reflecting the universe outside the starship.

　There is the bridge of this super starship.

　"How many people will be in Unification?" Perlis said lightly.

　"Hundreds, maybe thousands," Odin Sharma shrugged. "The number isn't the point. We can easily suppress this number. The point is, I tried to visually sense the future of those who killed them... and the core doesn't seem happy about it."

　"The anchor effect of faith," Perlis nodded, "We can't touch them casually."

　"You are still professional." said Odin Sharma.

　The shuttle stopped at a bunker apron on a huge platform. Odin led Perlis off the ship and walked towards the bunker.

　"What about other areas?" asked Perlis.

　"Other areas? Aside from those stubborn people in the engine area, they've basically all submitted to me," Odin said with a sly smile. "The engine area itself isn't that important. It's just close to the secondary engines. The radiation from a full ignition would kill those ants... That's why they're like slaves maintaining the engines for us. Otherwise, they'd be the ones to die..."

　"The main jump engine... is actually behind the bridge area. During the Great Drift, the refugees from the engine area united and rebelled, leading to the current fragmented situation. They've caused me a lot of trouble. I don't like them!"

　"Rebellion?" Perlis raised her eyebrows.

　"They think I'm a dictator with a knife, a force of power, and they want to overthrow my rule," Odin shrugged. "But tell me, besides a Mok'sada, who else can lead a starship?"

　Moksada... This was the second time he called himself that.

　Perlis had heard the title before and knew what it meant.

　It means "savior" in the Wundai language. During the outward expansion of the salt people, they saved many worlds as prophets, and thus earned this beautiful title.

　Odin Sharma obviously thought of himself as Moksada, but Perlis knew that it was definitely not as glamorous as he said.

　The powerful always treat everything as their chess pieces and say whatever they need to say.

　"I feel honored for this... as a blade of power!" The long-forgotten memory echoed in Perlis's mind.

　As they were talking, the two entered the bunker and took the elevator to the leader's hall on the top floor.

　As soon as Odin arrived in the hall, he dispersed everyone, leaving only a white hunter in armor standing beside him.

　Perlis's eyes briefly swept over the white hunter, and she clearly felt the unique aura from him.

　This is at least an elite white hunter.

　"Well, great pure white firework, now that we're here, let's get this straight."

　Odin sat down at the quaint wooden table, poured himself a glass of azure liquid, and poured another for Perlis.

　After seeing Perlis sit down, he pushed the cup of liquid over and said softly:

　"You and I both know that you can't kill me now, and it's difficult for me to trip you up and harm you. So, under this premise, cooperation seems to be the best option for both of us."

　"How do you want to cooperate?" Perlis did not touch the glass of liquid.

　"It's simple. You take back control of the core area for me and deal with those cultists. I'll give you the coordinates of Wuendai. It's a one-time deal."

　After Odin Sharma finished speaking, his signature ugly smile appeared on his face again.

　"How? Pure white fireworks?"

Chapter 706 Blade Logic (Part 2) -4k-

　There is no doubt that Pearlis doesn't like the old man in front of her.

　She had met many people in high positions, some of whom were shrewd, some were upright, some seemed like heroes, and some seemed like villains.

　The guy in front of me looks like a villain.

　Every time he smiled, he seemed to be calculating. From an ant on the ground to the gods far above the sky, he regarded everything as chips in his abacus and walked on the chessboard with ease.

　Pearlis doesn't like people like this.

　Odin Sharma, the tone of his voice...his posture when communicating...his radical attitude...all of this reminded Perlis of an old friend.

　An idea cannot be killed.

　If you agree to his deal, you will be like a "blade" and act as his chess piece, just like before.

　Pearlis didn't like this feeling.

　But Odin Sharma did hold his chips firmly - a layout laid out many years in advance and irreplaceable talent.

　His confidence during negotiations indeed stems from the capital he controls.

　Perlis was not afraid to face a chess player.

　She just doesn't like it.

　"Okay, the deal is established."

　Perlis nodded slightly, but her eyes became sharper.

　"But until then, I still have questions."

　"Please speak," Odin extended his hand. "I will tell you everything I know."

　"You arranged a plan," Perlis narrowed her eyes, "to plant the meme seeds on Faun. You're collaborating with the Starscorners."

　"Ah, that's what I was going to say," Odin said calmly, "Yes, I did it."

　He stood up and bowed to Perlis:

　"First of all, I want to apologize to my partner. It's true that I was wrong about that, but you must know that I was forced to do it."

　"You were forced," Perlis nodded, "Go on."

　"As you know, the Star Trek Alliance was once a galactic trading vessel long ago, and many civilizations used us as a medium for trade," Odin sat back and began to talk. "I won't go into too much detail about the background, but in short, after we last passed by the Tarik civilization's colony, the Star Scourge came to me and forced me to work for them."

　"They came all the way to you just to place a meme seed on Faun?" Perlis raised her eyebrows. "Are you that special?"

　"Placing it on Luperca is just one of the goals," Odin smiled. "In fact, his mission for me is... to place it on every civilization the starship passes by."

　As soon as these words came out, a cold light flashed in Perlis's eyes.

　As if realizing this, Odin quickly leaned back:

　"I have no other choice... You know, those monsters can kill me easily. I was coerced..."

　"You see, this is why our main guns opened fire as soon as they detected the Star Defiant shuttle. You really don't have to think we're targeting you..."

　"In how many civilizations' territories have you placed meme seeds?" Perlis ignored his excuse.

　"About a dozen or so. After all, after the Great Drift, we can only rely on agents to do these things, and communication windows are very limited." Odin shrugged. "But what I know is that I'm just one of their choices... There are countless me, spreading these meme seeds on countless worlds."

　"Did they tell you the reason?" asked Perlis.

　"No, no, I'm not worthy of it." Odin smiled bitterly.

　Perlis knew that even if Odin knew the reason, he would not tell her.

　But the information is enough: the Starconites have planted meme seeds in countless civilizations... attempting to convert countless civilizations into memes.

　Such a big scene...

　What do the Star-Contempt people want to do?

　Or in other words...what does the String Painter want to do?

　""

　Perlis stood up and never drank the glass of water that Odin handed her.

　She turned and walked towards the door, saying:

　"That's it. Let your people take me to the core area."

　She didn't want to waste time. It seemed that the sooner the matter on the starship was resolved, the better.

　"Of course, Pure White Flame," Odin stood up and bowed slightly. "I will abide by our agreement. Please rest assured. Considering your status, I wouldn't dare to break it, would I?"

　""

　Only after watching Perlis leave the room and hearing her footsteps disappear did Odin sit back in his chair and tilt his neck back.

　Beside him, the White Hunter with more advanced equipment spoke:

　"Master, are you sure you want to cooperate with her?"

　"What else can I do, great Ash Hunter?" Odin looked up at the ceiling. "As you can see, the lunatics from the Unification Society have me at my fingertips. I don't like this feeling. I should be in control of everything."

　"You said you foresaw a balanced future," said the being known as the Ash Hunter.

　"Yes, but that future hasn't arrived yet, has it?" Odin waved his hand. "Until everything is settled, I'll feel irritated...very irritated..."

　He scratched his face gently with his hands, and his nails left red marks on his face.

　"Dealing with pure white fireworks is like a child playing with fire," the Ash Hunter added. "Master, you should proceed with caution."

　"It's okay. Have you forgotten the other prophecy?"

　Odin looked at his loyal servant with an ugly smile on his face.