Hearing Soshiyan's words, Falzade in the jar made a surprise sound.
"So now I can use grey?"
But Soshiyang frowned slightly, and there was no joy on his face.
"It seems, but it still needs further observation. You may have to stay in there for a while during this period."
"How long? My company still needs me."
"It won't be too long, I promise."
As he said that, Soshiyan turned around and said something to Valer. Falzad felt his eyelids gradually heavier, and finally he fell into a deep sleep before he could even say the words in his mouth.
"......The grey marrow normally starts to extend from the spine, but the grey marrow of Company Commander Falzad starts to expand from his skull, perhaps this is what causes him to be unable to control his own strength."
Valier's answer made Soshyan's heart heavier.
"Then what will happen."
"I only know that his grey graft will burst without restrictions, and I can't predict what the result will be. The impact of grey graft on nerves still lacks data support and analysis."
Soshiyang sighed, I really don’t know whether to say the result is good or bad, because when Falzade was sent to the medical cabin, his skull had been shattered halfway, and the shock waves of the power weapon swept through his cerebral cortex, causing severe hemorrhage and edema in his brain.
Conventional rescue methods are very likely to cause irreversible damage to Falzadeh's brain. In fact, this kind of example is common in Astart, so Valer boldly proposed a plan to use ash graft treatment, because according to his observation, ash graft has some repair function.
It turns out that this is true. The grey pulp plays a role, but Falzade did not show any control over the grey pulp. Moreover, his grey pulp is not gradual. Once it explodes, it is equivalent to a full-strength explosion. In just two or three seconds, Falzade's head temperature will be reduced to a fatal level.
"So what's the solution now?"
Soshiyan looked at Valer, the other party thought for a while and replied:
"I plan to talk to the pharmacists in the White Temple. They may have some unique means to deal with deteriorated ash all year round."
"Okay, I'll say hello to Randall."
With a heavy mood, Soshiyang left the flagship medical area.
Ten hours later, on the bridge of the Eternal Loyalty, 7 representatives of the Foundry World were drawn in lots, and each foundry world could obtain 2 prototypes of the standard construction templates, without any exceptions.
The process was calm, and Reza's representative got the template they wanted as he wished - Soshyan specially arranged for them to draw first, and asked Ditrian to do some tricks on the signing.
After negotiation with the alliance, Soshiyan decided to take away the standard construction templates of the javelin-type speed attack boat and the Incandace-type jet pack. Soshiyan promised to provide the allies with corresponding equipment in the future. At the same time, the casting worlds that finished the lottery also expressed that each team of the suffering alliance got benefits, ranging from power armor to vehicles - the Dark Angels left before the lottery ceremony. Azriel seemed to have some new actions, so he summoned Belia and the Death Wings.
After finishing the last step, Soshiyang, who was eager to return home, immediately led the fleet to start rushing home. At the same time, Riza's exploration fleet was also with them, and the abandoned ship and mechanical ark were thrown to Mars to deal with it themselves.
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She was trapped in the darkness and wanted to wake up, but there was only completely unbreakable darkness in all directions around her.
In fact, she couldn't even understand the direction. This space did not seem to have direction. She couldn't feel the upper and lower, nor did she feel the passage of time.
Has she been trapped here for a long time?
She couldn't remember it, almost nothing.
Memory is vague. She once walked freely and soared freely in the bizarre realm, creating many lives inadvertently, but now...
She only remembers so much
Now there is only eternal darkness everywhere.
No, not death, but is this dormant?
Or imprisonment?
She doesn't know.
The only thing she knew was that if this was not death, the only thing she had left was that would make her dead.
Are these memories or fantasies?
She sees herself as a woman, but what does that mean, and what does gender mean to a pure etheric existence?
Her consciousness roamed in the dark, but did she have already trekked across many galaxies or had she moved only a few millimeters?
Unable to distinguish.
Perhaps her journey has just begun or she is the same age as the universe.
But there is nothing here, nothing except darkness.
No.
But this is not always accurate.
Sometimes light spots flashed by. As soon as she noticed these tiny sparks in the dark, they would disappear immediately. Sometimes small holes of light appeared in the dark, as if her existence was pulled away by something through these small holes.
She tried to focus on this light, but as soon as she noticed the light spot, it disappeared immediately, leaving only it to appear again and this seductive hope supported her.
Isa —
The voice appeared again, a whispering slightly, and she could only barely hear it, perhaps it was just her imagination.
Isa —
This word gives meaning to the form, and by virtue of the concept of forming sounds, she began to build a sense of size and space.
As the environment around her became more concrete, she began to rebuild herself.
Veronica
That's her name.
As the darkness faded, replaced by a strange world, Veronica looked up and a pale yellow sun hung in the sky, old and powerless, and tiredly illuminated the sky with amber light.
The air was filled with rotten stench and surrounded by endless wheat fields, but the ears of wheat were very sick, like herpes and chickenpox, and they even whispered when blown down by the wind. Veronica didn't want to touch them at all.
She hesitated and walked along the path between the ridges. On both sides were irrigation ditches, and dirty and smelly green liquid was slowly flowing inside, as if watering this sick land.
Suddenly, she noticed some figures in the fields, which looked like humans, wearing tattered clothes, and were mechanically waving the sickles and hoes in her hands.
Veronica stopped and noticed that some people's body parts were obviously incomplete. When the breeze breeze had broken cloth strips on their bodies, she subconsciously covered her mouth.
The bodies of those figures were already highly corrupt, and muscles and skin dripped from the yellowed bones like melted wax.
Forced himself to look away, Veronica suddenly found hundreds of monsters in the surrounding area at some point within a hundred meters. They stood gentle in the fields, staring at her with dim eyes, their heads were ridiculously small, growing on those huge bodies like water tanks, with dull smiles on their faces.
This strange scene made Veronica furrowed all over and ran away, while the monsters just turned their heads and stared at her.
Veronica kept running and running, but she didn't leave the field at all, and there were more and more monsters-
Suddenly, she stopped suddenly, and something appeared in front of her gloomy, blocking her way.