Irena Fas, the Harleson name for the inhabited planet of the Age beneath their feet, translates to the land of eternal darkness.

As its name suggests, it is far away from all the stars, and the atmosphere contains an energy called the same light, causing the sky to close like an iron curtain, isolating the entire planet from the outside world.

From the moment it was born, the Harleisons were born here with legends.

According to human aesthetics, the men among them are handsome and fit, and the women are beautiful and seductive, except for the bright black color of the skin, there is hardly the slightest defect on the body.

On top of that, they are too close to the main string, so they have evolved a unique special constitution that can extract energy from the crystals inside the planet for their own use.

And after an unknown number of billions of years of catalysis, the entire planet is almost a huge energy crystal, far more dangerous than any star.

If you use some powerful weapons to destroy it directly, God knows what will happen, and whether it will cause irreparable damage to the mainstring.

It is for this reason that the organization has chosen the most time-consuming and expensive landing operation, hoping to occupy the planet rather than simply destroy it.

......

With the overwhelming bombardment of Starfleet and the beginning of countless large-scale landings, the originally silent ground ushered in a terrible war.

I saw that these wearers used the gray crystals fixed on the surface of their bodies with unknown pico, and they were in small groups of three or five, constantly releasing energy shocks comparable to those of a megaton yield nuclear warhead, each time causing extremely considerable casualties, especially without the support of the mothership's protective shield.

The entire two billion cannon fodder corps, which was like ants moving all over the world, was wiped out without even ten hours of support.

There are no corpses or any mutilation left!

Some are just high-energy particles that fill the air with eerie points of light!

"Hmph, stupid intruders! They are like ugly fish in an underground river, they may seem numerous, but they are not really a threat. A man stroked his long black and purple hair, his face full of disdain.

"Don't be careless! I always have a bad feeling that there are fewer invaders this time than last time, and it doesn't look like they're here to fight at all, but like they're here to die. A woman next to her frowned in warning.

Just when the man was about to say something, a huge black shadow suddenly fell into the sky, turned into a black shadow, and drilled directly into his mouth and nose.

Next Second......

He fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes flashing a strange red, and the muscles of his face ached and pleasant, as if he had committed some terrible disease.

But before the other members of the team could react to what was happening, the man convulsed twice, followed by a complete fainting.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" the woman hurriedly crouched down and patted her cheek in panic.

You must know that because of their physique, Harlesson people never get sick, let alone grow old or die, unless they are killed, even if their hands and feet are broken, they can be repaired through mysterious spells.

"We must bring him back quickly! The team leader commanded with a solemn expression.

Soon, the team took the unconscious guy and ran wildly across the ground at great speed, and it didn't take long for them to enter an entrance to the underground.

They didn't notice that the wounded who had fallen to the ground and fell into a coma had secretly opened their eyes and carefully observed their surroundings.

In fact, at this moment, there was not just one, but hundreds, of such a team with suddenly unconscious wounded, and some of them even fainted more than two or more members.

You don't need to ask to know that these poor guys have been taken over by the Dreadlord, and they are no longer the same people they were.

After all, just because their physical fitness and strength are extremely strong doesn't mean that their souls are just as strong.

On the contrary, due to their long isolation from the outside world, most Harleson people have a kind of megalomania, feeling that they are the supreme masters of the planet, and that there is nothing to compete with their unrivaled selves.

In addition, the expeditionary force was easily wiped out, which further fueled their arrogance.

As a result, he encountered the Dread Demon King, who likes to play intrigue and tricks, and he was hit all at once.

More than half of them collapsed under terrible mental torture, their souls devoured, and their bodies replaced by the Dreadlord.

There are also some strong-willed ones, without exception, who have been forcibly suppressed and lost control of their bodies.

As the First Lord of Nasrezm, Berom has taken the body of a male Harrison and is rapidly digesting the remaining language, knowledge, habits, relationships, and other information in the other person's mind.

When he arrived at an underground city with huge energy crystals, he opened his eyes and pretended not to know anything and asked, "What's going on? What happened? How did we get back?"

"Are you awake?!" the team leader stared at him in surprise.

"Yes! tell me what the hell is going on?" said Berom, blinking as he pretended to be innocent.

"You suddenly fainted on the battlefield and scared the hell out of us. Another member of the team volunteered to help explain.

"Faint? Damn! Why don't I remember!" Berom continued to use his innate acting skills and deceptive abilities, sitting on the ground and frowning.

In contrast, the team leader was very happy to see his fainted team member wake up, and smiled and comforted: "Relax, maybe those intruders used some attack methods that we don't understand, now it's better to check with the elders." ”

"No! no, I'm feeling fine now!" Berom immediately refused without thinking.

By devouring souls, he already knew that the elders of the Harleson people had unimaginable power, for fear of revealing their feet or discovering the secrets of their souls.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure! Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Also, if you guys don't mind, I'd like to go home early for a bite to eat. ”

"Yes, I'll leave the task to me. ”

"See you in those ten light hours!"

"Goodbye!"

......

I have to say that the Dreadlord is indeed a master of disguise and deception, and hundreds of them who have infiltrated the Harleson society have not been exposed, and they have all blended in safely, without even arousing the slightest vigilance of the enemy.

But for the sake of future plans, these guys didn't start acting immediately, but lived a regular life like a Harrison man, patiently waiting for the right moment.