The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing Soshyan's words, Farzad in the jar made a surprised sound.

"So now I can use gray pith?"

But Soshyan frowned slightly, and there was no joy on his face.

"It looks like it is, but it needs further observation. You may have to stay inside for a while during this time."

"How long? My company still needs me."

"It won't be long, I promise."

With that, Soshyan turned around and said something to Valer. Falzad felt that his eyelids were getting heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep again before the words in his mouth came out.

"...the grey pulp normally extends from the spine, but Captain Falzad's grey pulp extends from his skull, perhaps that's why he can't control his strength."

Valer's answer made Soshyan's heart even more heavy.

"Then what will happen."

"I only know that his gray pulp will explode unrestrictedly, and I can't predict what the result will be. The effect of gray pulp on nerves is still lacking data support and analysis."

Soshyan sighed, I really don’t know whether this result should be good or bad, because when Falzad was sent to the medical cabin, his skull had been shattered in half after inspection, and the shock wave of the power weapon swept through. His cerebral cortex, which caused severe hemorrhage and edema in his brain.

Conventional rescue methods are very likely to cause irreversible damage to Falzad's brain. In fact, such examples are not uncommon in Astartes, so Valer boldly proposed the use of gray pulp for treatment, because According to his observations, gray pulp has some kind of repair function.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. The gray marrow played a role, but Falzad did not show any control over the gray marrow, and his gray marrow was not progressive. Once it erupted, it was equivalent to a full-strength outbreak. In just two or three seconds, Falzad's head temperature dropped to a lethal level.

"What's the plan now?"

Soshyan looked at Valer, the other party thought about it, and replied:

"I plan to chat with the pharmacists in the White Sanctuary. They may have some unique methods for dealing with deteriorating gray marrow all year round."

"Okay, I'll say hello to Randall."

With a heavy heart, Soshyan left the flagship's medical area.

Ten hours later, on the bridge of the Eternal Loyalty, a lottery was drawn between representatives of the seven forge worlds, each of which could receive two prototypes of the standard build template, without exception.

The process was uneventful, and Reza's representatives also got the template they wanted - Soshyan specially arranged for them to draw the first draw, and let Dietrian do some tricks in the signing.

After negotiating with the alliance, Soshyan decided to take away the standard construction templates of the Javelin-type speed attack boat and the Incandez-type jetpack, and Soshyan promised to provide the allies with corresponding equipment in the future. The casting worlds who have drawn lots have also expressed that each chapter of the Alliance of Suffering has benefited, ranging from power armor to vehicles - the dark angels have already left before the lottery ceremony, Azri There seems to be something new to do, so Bellia and the Deathwings are summoned.

After the last step was completed, Soshyan, who was like an arrow, immediately led the fleet to start rushing home. At the same time, they were accompanied by Reza's exploration fleet, and the hulk and the mechanical ark were thrown to Mars to deal with it.

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She was trapped in the dark and wanted to wake up, but there was nothing but utter unbreakable darkness in all directions around her.

In fact, she couldn't even understand the direction. There seemed to be no direction in this space. She couldn't feel up and down, and she couldn't feel the passage of time.

Has she been trapped here for a long time?

She can't remember, almost nothing.

The memory is fuzzy, she used to walk freely, fly freely in the bizarre field, and create many lives inadvertently, but now...

That's all she remembers

There is only eternal darkness everywhere now.

No, not death, but is this hibernation?

Or captivity?

she does not know.

The only thing she knew was that if it wasn't death, all she had left was that, making her perhaps the same as dead.

Are these memories or fantasies?

She sees herself as a woman, but what does that mean, what does gender mean to a pure etheric being?

Her consciousness roams in the dark, but has she traveled distances capable of spanning many galaxies or just moved a few millimeters?

indistinguishable.

Perhaps her journey has just begun, or she is already the same age as the universe.

But there is nothing here, nothing but darkness.

No.

But this is not always accurate.

Sometimes there will be flashes of light, and as soon as she notices these tiny sparks in the darkness, they will disappear, and sometimes there will be holes of light in the darkness, and it seems that her existence is drawn through these holes by something. gone.

She tried to focus on the glow, but it disappeared as soon as she noticed the blip, leaving only the seductive hope that it would reappear to support her.

Issa—

The voice reappeared, whispering slightly, she could barely hear it, maybe it was just her imagination.

Issa—

The word gave meaning to the form, and with the concepts formed through those sounds, she began to construct a sense of size and space.

As her surroundings became more concrete, she also began to recreate herself.

Veronica

That's her name.

As the darkness faded, and in its place was a spooky world, Veronica looked up, and in the sky hung a yellowish sun, old and feeble, illuminating the sky wearily with amber light.

There was a rotten stench in the air, surrounded by endless fields of wheat, but the ears of wheat were sick, like herpes and chickenpox, and even whispered when they were blown down by the wind, Veronica didn't want to touch them at all.

She hesitated and stepped forward, walking along the path between the ridges of the field, flanked by irrigation ditches, in which foul and smelly green liquid was slowly flowing, as if watering the sickly land.

Suddenly, she noticed some figures in the fields, they looked like humans, wearing tattered clothes, mechanically waving the sickle and **** on their hands.

Veronica stopped, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com noticed that some people's body parts were obviously mutilated, and she subconsciously covered her mouth when the torn cloth strips on their bodies were breezed.

The bodies of those figures were already highly developed, with muscles and skin dripping from the yellowed bones like melted wax.

Forcing herself to look away, Veronica suddenly discovered that there were hundreds of monsters within a hundred meters around them. Grow on those huge bodies like water tanks, with a dull smile on his face.

This bizarre scene made Veronica hairy and run away, while the monsters just turned their heads and stared at her.

Veronica kept running and running, running and running, but she did not leave this field at all, and there were more and more monsters—

Suddenly, she stopped abruptly, and something loomed gloomily in front of her, blocking her way.

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