Chapter 158 The Prince Becomes a Servant

Ning Shuyin's sea of ​​consciousness is experiencing a storm.

Countless memories of killing, the pain of loss, and the mournful cries of loneliness surged into her consciousness along with the black threads.

pain!

It hurts! More than any training session. More than any injury I've ever had.

She clenched her teeth, letting blood trickle from the corner of her lips. She treated all the pain as a task that had to be completed.

"Mind chains, absorb them quickly before I can't hold on any longer," she urged the black crystal in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's just mental pollution, right? Just get through it... and you'll survive..."

The chains of her mind spun wildly in her sea of ​​consciousness, greedily devouring this violent negative energy.

She endured hellish pain, while the chains of her mind reveled in the feast of the outcome.

Finally, it devoured the last black thread.

[Mental Chain Integrity: 99.9%]

"How could this happen?" This was the thought on the minds of all three men at that moment.

The black threads disappeared slowly after entering Ning Shuyin's forehead, as if they had been digested and absorbed by her body.

The most surprised was none other than Kross. He couldn't believe that his proud power had vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, into the body of a navigator with such poor combat abilities.

But it doesn't matter, he'll get her soon enough.

The ten arcs of death from the ten plague apostles were poised to strike.

But in the next instant, an energy even darker than those black threads of mental pollution erupted from Ning Shuyin.

Black energy formed chains as thick as arms, bursting out from her vest.

The chains pierced through the bodies of the plague apostles and flew towards Kross, the mechanical prince who stood at the edge of the battlefield like a god.

Ning Shuyin knew that if she fell into Kross's hands, Situ Linchen would either be restrained as a result, leading to his defeat.

Or perhaps, he was forced to make the most advantageous and ruthless choice for the alliance, completely ignoring her life or death.

Both outcomes would be a dead end for her.

She wants to live.

Therefore, she chose to activate the mind chain. 99.9% integrity means that control will not be perfect.

She thought of Robert in the virtual world of the movie theater, and his latent desire for revenge.

Imperfect control is a breeding ground for betrayal.

But now, there is no other choice.

The mental chains are not a fair contract, but a brutal and violent suppression of the subconscious. Kross's consciousness was forcibly connected.

"Insolence!" His golden eyes were filled with fear. "How dare you use something like this on me!"

He knew perfectly well what was binding him.

The Mind Chains are the highest-ranking lost creation of the Machine Race, once used to ensure absolute dominance. From the first day he received his Successor's training, he was told of their terrifying nature.

Absolute order and submission are forcibly written into the subconscious.

The controlled person will believe, deep down, that they are merely a servant.

Moreover, its terrifying aspects do not stop there.

The descriptions from those forbidden documents flashed through Klose's mind.

Behind the chains of the mind lies a darker logic. It devours the negative mental energy of its servants, such as pain, hatred, and despair, transforming it into even greater power.

This means that the bound person will fall into a state of distortion. If he wants to continue to become stronger, he must actively seek punishment from his master and beg for torment.

This is a humiliation worse than death.

No!

His pride as a prince made him absolutely unwilling to allow himself to become so disgraceful.

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He focused his mind and began to resist desperately. A struggle for control erupted between the two.

The chains in the air, made of black energy, clanged with a chilling sound that went straight to the bone.

The laws of creation are far above his will.

Kross's mental fortitude was not only shattered by the black chains. Deep within his soul, as if pierced by a dagger, a supreme command was inscribed—he must obey his master.

In the end, the only thing he could be sure of was that his self-awareness had not been erased.

His memories, personality, and free will as a prince remain. All of this still belongs to him, except that he is no longer his supreme master.

Therefore, he could determine that the chain was incomplete.

As long as there is even the slightest imperfection, there is a possibility of breaking free.

He began to try to forcefully break free from the idea of ​​obedience. But all he heard was the mournful cry of his own soul.

Just then, a weak female voice came from ahead.

"Stop."

The two words became an absolute instruction, descending directly into his mind.

The thought of resistance vanished without a trace. His subconscious had reacted faster than his conscious mind.

Situ Linchen and Luo Lan stared in disbelief at the bizarre scene before them.

On the battlefield, the ten plague apostles lowered their raised arms and returned to a state of readiness.

The golden spear was already at Kross's face. But he merely dodged it without retaliating.

Seeing Kross's reaction, Ning Shuyin knew that the mental chains had been successfully applied.

This realization made her suddenly relax and let go of her energy.

She had endured too much pain and mental strain; her lips were now deathly pale. Her body went limp, and she fell straight to the ground.

The person closest to her was Lorraine.

The dark power that had just made his heart tremble was still unclear, but it was true that she had shielded him from the attack with her body. Seeing her fall, he tried to catch her.

On the other side, Situ Linchen was also in a state of shock. But he instinctively rushed over, wanting to catch Ning Shuyin as well.

However, there was a figure who was faster than them.

The black shadow arrived first, even though it was behind.

The moment Loran and Situ Linchen's hands touched Ning Shuyin's battle uniform, Kross snatched her away.

Then, with a light tap of his toes, he easily retreated more than ten meters, and Ning Shuyin was steadily held in his arms.

Situ Linchen and Luo Lan were furious when they saw their person being taken away.

But Klose didn't even look at them.

His beautiful face revealed genuine concern.

He carefully adjusted his holding position and asked softly in an extremely humble tone, "Master, are you alright?"

The word "master" clearly reached the ears of Situ Linchen and Luo Lan.

The truce that just happened seems to have an explanation.

Situ Linchen stared intently at Kross, his expression a mixture of anger at the invasion of his territory, and conflicted confusion. Ning Shuyin had actually enslaved the powerful mechanical prince in a way he couldn't comprehend?

"Heh." Loran spat out a mouthful of blood and gave a dry laugh. "He really showed his true colors."

He withdrew his hand from mid-air, his dark red eyes revealing a rational yet ruthless expression.

He was certain that he had not misjudged Ning Shuyin before.

She did protect him just now.

But now, the proud mechanical prince is embracing his so-called master like the most loyal knight.

He recalled the dark chains that had erupted from her body and thought of her inexplicable influence.

Perhaps it wasn't some kind of mind-affecting drug or superpower.

That was a more terrifying form of domination.

Ning Shuyin, nestled in Kross's arms, felt herself being supported by a cold but strong embrace.

She met a pair of pure gold eyes: "Let me go."

Clos gracefully bent down and gently placed her on the ground.

Ning Shuyin swayed slightly as soon as her feet touched the ground.

Situ Linchen rushed forward to steady her, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Ning Shuyin looked at Kross and asked, "Where is Gu Lei?"