Get down on your knees, useless Alpha

Rabelais observed the cell he was in. There was nothing but the bed under him. The entire cell was made of rare metals, and there was not even a white mark on it with an ordinary dagger. There will be.

And now Rabelais' hands are handcuffed, all the weapons have been searched, and the medicine has paralyzed his nerves, so he can't do anything.

One day ago, Rabelais was still the youngest general in the Federation, with a bright future, and his life experience was written down as a history of grassroots struggles that earned enough tears. Except for not marking a gentle, beautiful, and pure-blooded Omega, his life has basically been perfect up.

But this unlucky newly-baked federal general encountered the Imperial Marshal in his first battle, and was captured alive by the enemy when the reinforcements were delayed. God knows how the Imperial Marshal would be interested in participating in an ordinary border firefight .

The Federation and the Empire have been enemies for hundreds of years. This kind of border crossfire occurs at least once a month. Rabelais only fights to gain military merit for himself. After all, he is too young and urgently needs a victory to prove himself, but how? I think there is no reason for the Marshal of the Empire to join the war, or there is some conspiracy he doesn't know about this exchange of fire.

Rabelais thought about it, but the door opened automatically, and two Alphas in black military uniforms walked in, probably about to start the interrogation.

But just as the two officers walked in, there was another series of footsteps outside the door, unhurried and unrestrained.

The two officers first took out their weapons vigilantly. You must know that only the two of them were asked to interrogate this time. The army is strictly disciplined, and no one will run around.But they obviously forgot a person who has always been unscrupulous.

The air began to be filled with the sweet smell of Omega, it must be an Omega with pure bloodlines and unmarked, but there seemed to be something strange mixed in this smell.

Rabelais' expression became much heavier, and the two officers also put their weapons back.

Alpha's physical fitness has always been the best. All the soldiers under the command of the Marshal are the best Alphas, not even Betas, let alone rare and weak Omegas. The mission of Omegas is to obediently stay at home and have children. No Omega will Join an army of disaffected Alphas.And there was an Omega on this ship, no, it shouldn't be an Omega, it was a monster.

The emperor's younger brother, Lian Yi, Marshal of the Empire.

The black military uniform perfectly outlines the man's slender body, the long black hair is casually scattered, the pair of black eyes are like black holes, firmly attracting the gaze, and the pale to bloodless lips raised a somewhat sharp Curved, it was a handsome young man, but his face was a little too pale, like a vampire who hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

"I just came out to play, but I didn't expect to catch a big fish." Lian Yi lazily leaned against the wall, with mockery in his eyes, the discipline of the army was shattered on him,

Rabelais didn't say anything, and the effect of the medicine has not yet passed, so he can't say anything now.

Lian Yi didn't expect Rabelais to say anything, he touched his chin, and seemed to be very interested: "The Alpha was ruined by me last time, since he is the general of the Federation, it shouldn't be so easy to be ruined. , wash him clean, and take him to my room."

"Marshal, this is the general of the Federation, so..." an officer said with some disapproval, but was stopped by Lian Yi's eyes.

"It's okay, I won't play to death, and I will definitely hold my breath, so that it will be more convenient for you to interrogate." Lian Yi said, with a nasty smile on his face, and then walked back unhurriedly, as if coming Just to see what the Federal Admiral looks like.

Rabelais' face was a little pale, and as famous as the Imperial Marshal was an Omega, that is—he was a sadist.

It is said that Lian Yi, Marshal of the Empire, could kill three strong Alphas in one night. If it wasn't because the emperor was his brother, he would have been dismissed long ago.

The two officers looked at each other, and finally obeyed Lian Yi's order, and took Rabelais out of the cell, planning to take him to the medical guards for a check first, and then send him there.

Here Lian Yi stopped wandering around and walked back to the control room.

The people in the control room all lowered their heads, sitting on their own business, an orderly and busy scene, Lian Yi stood there, looking out of place.

"His Majesty the Emperor requires communication." The battleship's artificial intelligence Mora appeared next to Lian Yi and said, with a mechanical voice and no emotion.

Lian Yi lazily fell on the control seat: "Accept."

Mora's image disappeared, and then the image of the emperor Lian Xi appeared in front of Lian Yi. His face was [-]% similar to Lian Yi's, but much more serious than Lian Yi's.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty." Lian Yi said.

Lian Xi frowned, feeling a little helpless towards this younger brother: "I read the battle report, the general of the Federation is in your hands."

"It should be on my bed." Lian Yi smiled lightly, with joy in his eyes.

"Lian Yi!" Lian Xi shouted, his face turned ashen.

Lian Yi spread his hands: "Don't worry, I haven't started playing yet."

Lian Xi took a deep breath, managed to maintain his composure, and continued: "Put him back, don't touch him."

"No." Lian Yi flatly refused.

"Lian Yi!" Lian Xi scolded, and then calmed down a little, "Go back to the empire and play whatever you want, that general will be useful."

"I want it." Lian Yi sat up a little straighter, looked at Lian Xi without blinking, with a rare seriousness on his face, "I want it."

The willful tone like that of a child is the most irresistible for Lian Xi.

Lian Xi and Lian Yi looked at each other for 3 minutes, and finally lost the battle: "You can play if you want, but don't play too hard, that person is still useful."

"Success." Lian Yi slumped back to the control seat as if he had no bones, his eyes half-closed.

Lian Xi nodded, cut off the communication, and the image quickly disappeared.

"Mola, the star map." Lian Yi said, and a projection of the star map appeared in front of him out of thin air. He observed the direction of the army, tapped his knuckles on the armrest of the control seat, thought for a while, and then I clicked again, marked something, and then got up to leave.

Others in the control room turned a blind eye to the marshal who was running around all day and night, and continued to do their own things.

Lian Yi walked happily on the way to his room, planning to have a good "communication" with that poor general of the Federation.