The Bloodline System Chapter 1397 Fraud-filing

Chapter 1397 Fraud-filing

Author's Note: Unedited Chapter

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The hundreds of thousands of T-vods stopped attacking the moment they spotted Seifiling.

"Master," PO voiced with reverence while speeding forward. 

 Gustav stood atop the disk with a battered-looking figure and spoke, "The a.s.sailant has been sent to Zanpoktu.

"Let us return," He added while the disk began to fly forward.

PO and the other T-vods followed after him as they headed back to the s.p.a.ce Vessel.

"I knew that master would turn out victorious," PO praised as they arrived inside the ma.s.sive s.p.a.ce vessel.

"All thanks to the attacks from outside. Enough light was created to pull him into Zanpoktu. I have never faced such an opponent in all my years."

"Gustav Crimson is a very crafty being master," PO replied with a tone of understanding while they headed for the throne room.

"This reminds me of why I never engage a.s.sailants. Subtlety should remain a key focus as we slowly achieve our objectives," 

Gustav had to make sure he also played the part so PO wouldn't suspect anything.

He had already expended a lot of energy, there were hundreds of thousands of T-vods around him that could cause issues and he also needed to get to the throne room so he could check on the situation of Endric as well as the others.

He couldn't afford to let them see through his guise.

They soon arrived at the entrance of the throne room and Gustav remained in Seifiling's skin as he walked towards the makes.h.i.+ft throne. Now that he had arrived there, he had some decisions to make.

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In the vast expanse of outer s.p.a.ce, a fleet of sleek s.p.a.cecraft were on a cosmic journey toward a distant destination. Against the backdrop of a celestial canvas adorned with distant stars and swirling nebulas, the fleet's synchronized propulsion systems hummed with a harmonious cadence, propelling them through the cosmic void.

Onboard each s.p.a.cecraft, advanced navigation systems hummed to life, plotting a course through the cosmic web. Celestial marks and distant constellations served as navigational aids, guiding the fleet on its interstellar journey with pinpoint precision.

As the fleet approached the specified coordinates, a peculiar phenomenon unfolded on the s.p.a.ce GPS consoles. The designated location blinked intermittently. The rhythmic pulsing of the GPS coordinates created a mesmerizing dance of light, aligning with the fleet's antic.i.p.ated trajectory.

"It looks like we're close," One of the insect-like beings aboard stated with a tone of antic.i.p.ation. 

"Everyone, remember to follow protocol. Our priority remains our people," Another insect-like humanoid being clad in golden robes, instructed solemnly. 

"Understood, Handler Three," The beings clad in warrior-like outfits chanted respectfully.

As the fleet neared the blinking coordinates, antic.i.p.ation heightened among the crew. The rhythmic pulses of the s.p.a.ce GPS became more p.r.o.nounced, guiding the s.p.a.cecraft through the final stretch of their interstellar route. 

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Seated atop the ma.s.sive glowing makes.h.i.+ft throne, Gustav stared at the lineup of T-vods before him.

'Now I have full control...' He said internally as T-vods upon T-vods continued to appear in the throne room.

There was such a huge lineup of them that they extended out the entrance of the throne room.

"Master, what are you doing?" PO asked from the side but didn't get a response. 

Currently, every single one of Seifiling's minions was lining up in front based on Gustav's command.

Even the organic beings like the ones Vilax had found in the location he was sent to were also lined up here. There weren't so many of them so it was difficult to notice them.

"PO, join them," Gustav commanded.

"Yes master," PO was curious but it still couldn't defy Seifiling. 

it joined the front of the lineups and the moment every single one of Seifiling's minions arrived, Gustav finally decided to speak.

"I have one last command for you all," Seifiling's voice rang loudly across the s.p.a.ce Vessel.

"Last?" PO and the organic minions who were capable of speech voiced in confusion. 

"Leave the vessel and self-destruct!" 

Seifiling's voice rang out like a divine mandate that caused the vicinity to tremble.

"But master..." PO was the first who tried to speak up since it had been designed to be way better than the others.

"I have made my decision. Do it now!" Seifiling's voice rang once more, sending a wave of compulsion across the air.

On another level of the s.p.a.ce vessel, Endric and the millions of Ozis behind him could be spotted making their way up to the last level of the s.p.a.ce vessel.

"What did we just hear? Or was I the only one who heard it?" Milox voiced, very confused.

"I did too," Lhiark whispered.

"What is Seifiling playing at?" Osiark questioned with a look of confusion.

It turned out that they had managed to battle their way through the millions of T-vods that were sent after them. However, they didn't need to deal with every single one of them since the T-vods remaining suddenly stopped attacking and left. 

Vilax and the others had been able to use their energy to reconfigure one of them and used it to lead them out of Zonpaktu. They even helped a couple of species they could find along the way which was why their numbers were much higher than previously estimated.

Endric decided they couldn't do too much since they aimed to get out as soon as possible so they had to ignore many others.

They made their way out of Zonpaktu minutes earlier and were climbing the levels to reach the makes.h.i.+ft throne room where most of the controls were centered.

They suddenly heard Seifiling's instruction for all his minions to leave the vessel and self-destruct which left them with great confusion.

"We will find out what he is up to when we get up there," Vilax stated with a spiteful tone.

"But if he is there... then does that mean Gustav lost?" Osiark questioned with a disturbed look.

Endric's face squeezed up the moment he heard that. He didn't want to accept it but with everything that he had witnessed, he hoped Gustav was okay.

As they arrived at the second to the last floor where the makes.h.i.+ft throne room was located, they noticed that a number of the nonorganic minions were still heading out.

A number of them already left but due to their high numbers, it was still taking time for them all to leave.

"Milox, stay here with everyone else," Endric instructed.

"Hmm? Why?" Milox questioned. 

"Because we don't know what to expect when we get up there. It would be unwise to take them all with us only for Seifling to send them back to Zonpaktu. We don't want wasted efforts," Endric explained.

"I will stay back too and try to check for escape pods so we can have the chance to get our people off the vessel as soon as possible," Lhiark said with a low tone.

"Okay, you do that," Endric nodded before gesturing for Vilax and Osiark to follow him.

They headed towards the tube-like s.p.a.ce that extended upwards and ascended with speed.

In just a few moments, they arrived on the path that led to the makes.h.i.+ft throne room.

Fwwhii~ Fwwhii~ Fwhiii~

A couple more T-vods were still whisking past but they didn't stop to bother the trio in the slightest. It was almost as if they couldn't see the infiltrators.

As Endric, Osiark, and Vilax arrived at the throne room entrance, the last T-vod was the only being left in the throne room with Seifiling.

"Seifiling!" Endric yelled with intense animosity not noticing the struggling T-vod.

"Where is my brother?! Where is Gustav?!" He added while telekinetic energy began to drift out of his figure immensely. 

"Oh? You want a rematch?" Seifiling questioned with a rather playful smirk.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Tell me where he is?" Endric voiced as rage began to build up within.

Seifiling stood up from the ma.s.sive throne and walked elegantly till he arrived before Endric.

"Why do you think I am letting my minions go?" Seifiling questioned. 

"What exactly are you playing at?" Endric's rage got a little nestled as he recalled the oddity. 

Seifiling proceeded to flick Endric's forehead with his index finger.

"Come on figure it out, you're not that dumb," He chuckled lightly before turning around.

Endric's eyes widened as he came to a sudden realization. 

"You're not Seifiling," He stated.

"Bingo," Seifiling said while moving towards PO who happened to be twitching with greenish electricity swimming around it.

"You... are... not... master.... how... are... you... doing... this...?" PO questioned while struggling. 

"Secret. You can't fight against my command because I indeed have control over you. The more you fight it, the more likely you are to get destroyed from the inside out," Seifiling voiced before moving towards the makes.h.i.+ft throne once more.

"Wait I'm confused... if that isn't Seifiling, then who is that person?" Osiark questioned with a tone of curiosity. 

"It is my brother, Gustav," Endric responded.

"Fraud... fraud... fraud... fraud..." PO kept chanting repeatedly.