Hugo: "Wait a minute, let me explain this. This means that whether you're male or female, you can all get pregnant. So, your physiological structure... no, that's not the point. What are the pheromones you mentioned earlier? Since they can stimulate sexual desire, are they hormones secreted by glands or vaporized substances? You actually use pheromones to distinguish between individuals... Hmm!"
A tentacle silently emerged from the shadow of the wall and covered the android's mouth.
Hugo struggled with his mouth and nose held down, and a voice came from his ear canal: "What's the point of covering my mouth? I don't make sounds by vibrating my vocal cords like humans." As he spoke, he demonstrated 360-degree surround sound to Azathoth, with the sound source moving from his left ear to the front and then to his right ear. "Look, it's just like this. Even if my toes leak, they can still transmit sound. Are you afraid?"
Another smaller tentacle went straight through the hole in the bionic man's head and into the built-in speaker.
Igor, who witnessed all this: "..."
He now believed that Hugo really didn't know the gender divisions in today's human society.
However, at this moment, Igor suddenly felt an extremely strong smell spreading rapidly in the lobby on the first floor. By the time he realized that it was actually the pheromone of a strange Omega, his eyes were already red and filled with physiological tears, and he almost couldn't hold back his sneezes.
Azathoth said thoughtfully, "This is the pheromone of the Omega. It will drive the Alpha humans into a frenzy during the estrus period?"
Igor: “…”
His face was expressionless, and a series of alley-oops ran through his mind. Should he say that he is worthy of being an omniscient and omnipotent god, that he can even simulate something like this so easily?
But the question is, which Omega's pheromone smells like mustard?!
Is the goal to make all the Alphas who like him/her cry?
The former federal marshal, who had never cried even after losing his limbs, raised his hand to cover half of his face to prevent himself from accidentally bursting into tears.
...It's really, too spicy.
Fortunately, a minute later, Azathoth became familiar with the feeling of Omega pheromones and deftly extinguished the source of their release. Since the door to the hall was still open, the pungent mustard smell was quickly blown away by the cold wind.
But this is still not the end.
The next second, the fishy smell of the sea surged through the entire hall with lightning speed, like waves sweeping across land in a storm. It was even more aggressive than the previous Omega pheromones, imbued with a powerful and terrifying aura that almost made one feel as if they had instantly sunk into the depths of the ocean. Faced with the dreary, dark underwater environment, the only thing left to do was to strain their eyes, watching the single light overhead gradually fade away.
There is some unknown horror lurking in that darkness, behind the drowning men, waiting for utter madness to envelop the world.
Igor didn't know when he pulled out the saber tied to his leg.
He gripped the only weapon he could use to defend himself tightly, his fingers twitching and his knuckles turning white. Everything was pitch black before his eyes. The thump of his heartbeat vibrated his eardrums, distorting the surroundings into a cacophony of noise. The pain from the wound on his right leg was more pronounced than ever before, radiating from his peripheral nerves to his brain, sending a stabbing pain through his entire head.
At this moment, a slow and pleasant voice transcended all the unbearable pain and led his reason out from the depths of the cold ocean.
"...Igor?"
The voice said.
A bony, bloodless hand finally rested on the human's shoulder and pressed down gently.
How did Azathoth know his name?
Igor didn't realize it; he hadn't formally introduced himself before. But at that moment, the young man had already accepted the other party's identity and willingly allowed his name to appear in the god's mouth, becoming one of the believers he taught.
The deep darkness before his eyes slowly faded away with the call. At the moment of bright light, Igor blinked his eyes, and the tears finally could not be restrained and flowed from his eyes, across his thin cheeks and jaw, and dripped onto his collarbone.
"Yes." He choked and raised his arms to cover his bright red, clear eyes, and replied in a low voice.
Azathoth immediately withdrew his hand. He reflected on himself many times in one day. As the saying goes, I examine myself three times a day - I can't go on like this, you will really kill your own followers.
There will be no such opportunity after this opportunity. Let’s not talk about whether a second human being will fall from the sky on this planet one day. Just think about how many people in the entire universe can be so suitable for you, not talk too much nonsense and can fill your stomach?
Hugo's true form was now driving a dark black mecha, striding over with a clang. From the cockpit, it controlled the mecha to bend over and peer out, holding up a loud speaker and shouting, "What have you done? Let me see!"
Igor turned around suddenly when he heard the sound: "Is it repaired?"
He couldn't suppress the surprise on his face, but because he had rarely experienced such a situation, he couldn't find the right words. "Thank you very much..."
"I never thought it would be able to move again one day." The gray-haired young man looked at his mecha as if he was looking at an old friend who had been lost and found again. "I didn't take proper protective measures when passing through the atmosphere before, and the landing process was also very hasty. I thought it was completely unusable. But I'm afraid I don't have any valuable items to offer as compensation now..."
This was the first time he spoke so many words in one breath since he came to this planet, and his tone was still a little weak because of the series of things that had just happened.
Azathoth felt that it was his own fault, and the look in his eyes from under the hood looked at him with a little more pity.
Humans have a hard life...!
I will be nicer to the followers I find in the future.
Hugo interrupted Igor. "Pah! I don't need your paltry rewards. I only want to repair this mech so you can get out of my sight as quickly as possible. Besides, I've only roughly adjusted the lower limbs. The core components inside, including the weapons and defenses, are too damaged. Even a mechanical expert like me can't fix it in just two minutes."
Igor said indifferently, "But judging from the results, you have indeed been of great help, so please accept my gratitude."
Hugo opened the control room and floated out of the mecha: "I have another question."
"Excuse me."
The android leader asked: "Do you have a manual for your mecha? I searched Baidu and Google and all I found were science fiction novels. There are no procedures for building and repairing mechas."
“…”
In fact, Hugo had not only repaired the mech's motion system, but also its built-in mapping and positioning system. The original positioning component had been removed and thrown into the trash during Igor's escape, and this one was a new one he'd purchased on the black market. While not as advanced as the previous device, it wasn't tied to user information, making it impossible for someone to find it and kill it for the bounty.
Igor opened the map in front of Azathoth.
"I'm familiar with this star field." He paused, then pointed to the red dot on the map. "There's an asteroid in this direction that's been occupied by space pirates, used as a transit point for smuggling and illegal immigration. Every week, a spacecraft makes a round trip along the route to the Federation border war zone."
Azathoth didn't notice anything was wrong and asked, "Where is your Omega partner?"
“…”
The gray-haired young man accidentally poked the screen hard with his finger, and the pain caused his facial muscles to twist for a moment.
Is this a call for punishment?
Did the gods discover his lies and implicitly rebuke him? But they didn't want to punish him for such a small matter, so they just issued a verbal warning?
He was silent for a moment, then honestly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have tempted you with lies."
Azathoth: ...Ah?
"I don't have an Omega partner at all." Igor's voice gradually became lower and lower, his mood gradually becoming depressed. "I don't have any relatives or friends in the Federation who I'm eager to meet. Because my name is still on the wanted list, rashly meeting them may cause trouble..."
Azathoth's hood hid the bewildered expression on his face. He couldn't understand why Igor would lie in such a place. But since he had already admitted his mistake and it wasn't a big deal, the evil god said tolerantly, "It's okay."
Igor breathed a sigh of gratitude and beat himself up again in his mind from an hour ago.
Fortunately, the God is easy to talk to, but this should not be an excuse for Igor to continue taking advantage of this precious kindness.
Azathoth also noticed the word "wanted." He thought, if he understood correctly, his follower was now a criminal in the Federation?
——You must be kidding.
How could such a lovable and endearing human being, who possesses such a rare quality (referring to the lack of nonsense), pose a threat to social stability?
Maybe there are some misunderstandings that outsiders cannot know.
Azathoth, known as the evil god, declared his followers to be good people. He pressed his stomach, feeling relieved, with his hand beneath his cloak. Suddenly, he said, "Although I can't let you leave my side."
"But I give you leave to go with me wherever you wish."
Igor suddenly raised his head.
Hugo, who was in charge of repairing the mecha, said with a voice full of resentment: "...So that's what you've decided! What about me? You didn't even want to take me with you when you left this damn place. Azathoth, I misjudged you! You're as disgusting as humans!"
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