Ronan stopped for a moment and wanted to continue walking out.
However, Uncle Ye Guo's hand pressed on his shoulder again: "How about waiting a little longer?"
Ronan understood what he meant: there was no need to go out.
Amidst the noise of the life monitoring equipment, Ronan still didn't speak, and his eyes swept over the relevant medical staff in the treatment room.
At this time, no additional skills are needed. You can predict what will happen just by relying on the instinct of observing words and colors passed down by genetics in various ways.
He wanted to continue to give credit to these professionals.
After all, it is the Tianyuan Empire, after all it is an advanced interstellar civilization. After all, it has been pulled back from the battlefield. Even if the current situation is so unbearable... But now that it has been pulled into the disposal room, there should be some hope, right?
However, in such a world, after all, there are meaningless and boring things like "doing your best and obeying fate".
Various instruments were still screaming at the top of their lungs, going crazy in the shadow that slowly walked in and just passed by Ronan.
Ye Guo seemed to glance at his face, maybe, but Ronan wasn't sure.
However, the man did exert some force on his hand and pushed him towards the console, as if he was still saying:
"Excuse me, this is the wounded comrade."
At this time, Ronan suddenly wished that some grumpy medical officer would hit them in the face with a pair of pliers and angrily yell, "Get out, don't cause trouble here."
However, after Ye Guo's voice sounded, almost everyone at the console obviously took two steps back, and various instruments stopped one after another panting after laughing for too long.
The "shadow" covered the operating table without hesitation.
That is the shadow of death.
And Ronan knew that at this stage, he was unable to fight.
Ronan raised his head and looked up. The shadowless lamps of the Tianyuan Empire were so high-end, and the "shadow" was so dark and cold that there was almost no clue to it under the light.
But the lamp was so bright that it dazzled my eyes.
During this period, some people also tried to communicate with Ronan, but Ronan knew very well that these were meaningless and boring information, and they did not reach his ears.
He looked at the shadowless lamp blankly for a moment, and then looked away for a moment, turned to the operating table, and tried to find the possible outline of Sergeant Bao Long on this "strip" made of metal, flesh, and mud, but this attempt was very fast.
Failed.
The domain power of the Maharaja level works from every angle, up and down, left and right, front and back, twisting and turning. From a rational point of view, the rescue of Sergeant Bao Long even came in time, otherwise he would have been killed by now.
It was completely folded into a sphere with no discernible boundaries between metal, flesh, and mud.
There is no need to even transport it back and do these meaningless and boring things.
Ronan breathed evenly, and suddenly felt a little disgusted with Qi Ye Guo's nosy:
Why are you stopping him from getting out? What can he do here at this time?
He was not familiar with Sergeant Bao Long either.
Although we have talked and forced this guy to take a questionnaire, we know his family situation and all his experiences since joining the army; we understand this person's strengths and weaknesses, and know that if the "immobile formation" is deployed, this guy should be sent to
Where to place it...
But in the final analysis, they really don't know each other well.
In fact, in the past four months, there have been dozens or hundreds of cases where "comrades" like Sergeant Bao Long, whose names he knew, died directly in front of him.
Ronan has long been familiar with this feeling.
Ronan even thought that if Sergeant Xianzhu was lying here, he might grab the medical staff on both sides, and together with Ye Guo, roar and ask them to use all means to save the person, not just use the hell
Looked over with pity.
But it will never be like this, calmly and indifferently letting thoughts flow, and eventually it turns into a very absurd question:
If he and Sergeant Bao Long were alone, what would they talk about?
Um, power armor maintenance?
But even with Sergeant Bao Long's hobby, I'm afraid he wouldn't want him to eventually "fuse" with the armor he cherishes and loves in this way.
Thinking like this, Ronan almost laughed, and then he suddenly knew what he should do.
He stood still in front of the operating table and turned to look at Ye Guo: "I am his former superior. Under such circumstances, I can help him with cleaning and maintenance. Is that okay?"
Ye Guo was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether it was because of Ronan's incomprehensible expression or because of the erratic tone and tone that supported this expression.
After a brief pause, he quickly glanced at the instrument display interface around the operating table, then looked around at the medical staff, and then nodded: "Of course, if you can give him a more decent way."
"Decent?"
Ronan doesn't like this word very much.
So as he spoke, he punched the center of the "block" which was a mixture of metal, flesh and mud.
It was this punch that made the "blocks" of complex materials and structures loosen and stretch out completely.
Metal belongs to metal, flesh and blood belongs to flesh and blood, mud and dirt...go to hell!
A harsh sound rippled through the air, part of which came from the "bars" pulled by invisible forces on the operating table, and part of which came from the instruments in the disposal room that were trembling in the face of death.
At this moment, the shadow of death seemed to stop for a moment, watching with interest the ending of this equally meaningless and boring life.
Ronan ignored it. He stood quietly in front of the console, making no moves except for the initial punch.
However, the power armor, exoskeleton and "strips" formed by twisting and extruding human flesh and blood seemed to be kicked into the long river of time at this moment, going upstream to trace back to their original appearance - in their final
before sinking forever.
Colonel Ye Guo's voice sounded again, not to Ronan, but to the nearby medical staff: "Increase the blessing level of the crystal array... to level four, forget it, I will operate it."
Ronan didn't turn his head, he just looked at the twisted metal and flesh, watching how they returned to the vague impression in his mind in reverse trajectories.
At this moment, the "constellation map" in my impression seems to be shining brightly, but in the end it is just nothingness.
Just like it is impossible for Ronan to recover the armor parts that have collapsed and disappeared, it is impossible to restore Sergeant Bao Long's damaged bones and flesh, and it is impossible to recover the vital energy that supports his body, spirit and hobbies.
.
Even the ancient gods seem to have never achieved the feat of reversing time.
Ronan just at this moment weaved a fantasy that was hard to believe.
Just as instructor Ye Guo said: It's more decent, but it's just "decent".
During this period, some stupid medical staff were confused by this fantasy and rushed forward to see if this "respectable technology" could really bring the dead back to life. However, they quickly retreated with their heads down.
The God of Death finally sneered, and left with his latest harvest.
Ronan didn't react, he just stared at the power armor and exoskeleton on the operating table that seemed to be much more organized, as well as the humanoid shape that seemed to be more "decent" under their cover.
"Do you want to take off the mask?" Ye Guo asked next to Ronan.
"Um."
Ye Guo stepped forward and reached out to untie the broken visor of the power armor and exoskeleton that had just been restored, letting the face inside, which Ronan was still not very impressed by, appear quietly under the light.
There was silence in the disposal room, but the face still had its eyes open, as if looking at the shadowless light on the ceiling, or trying to see clearly what would happen when the fatal blow came.
Empty... In fact, it is also a severely damaged crystal, indifferently resisting the gaze of others for too long.
Ye Guo sighed, stretched out his hand to cover it, and helped Sergeant Bao Long close his eyes.
Then he turned to look at Ronan, who ignored him and looked down at his hands.
At this time, Ronan's hand was glowing, and its light gradually took on two forms:
The left hand is a dim light group that is always distorting, expanding and contracting, and the color is blurred;
The right hand is a set of cards that are always flipped and switched to change their upper and lower positions.
Ye Guo thought for a while and then asked: "Are you okay?"
Ronan finally raised his eyes to look at him and grinned: "The aesthetics of the Pan Demon are both monotonous and disgusting."
"..."
Ronan didn't speak any more. He first crushed the dim light ball in his left hand and then rubbed his hands together to make the cards and all the phenomena disappear.
Ye Guo wanted to say something, but at this moment, a message came over, and it appeared simultaneously in the communication channels between him and Ronan. Therefore, he could only shrug in the end:
"Then the mission is here, let's go."
In the mantle region, the most critical second field test to verify the value of the "Vulcan Series" began.
There is nothing to say about the test. The "Vulcan-5", a non-subversive upgraded product, completely follows the original design idea and realizes the "complementary" evolution of the "ant colony" and "ant nest", but it takes almost the same amount of time.
It's done to its fullest potential, and that's basically it.
Although both the remote feedback from Lord Chun and the second test from the execution office were satisfactory, they would not bring any surprises to Ronan.
While tracking the progress of the experiment, he spent his energy on "Line 6" - after obtaining the consent of Colonel Yun Bo and Gong Shenmang, he transferred the nest of "zombie ants" that already had a "pseudo ant queen"
"We also brought them down to let them adapt to the high temperature and high pressure environment in the mantle area in advance.
From the current point of view, the elimination rate is a bit high if it is moved directly without any guidance and iteration in advance. However, the most critical "pseudo ant queen" actually resisted. Although the size suddenly shrank several times and was twisted and damaged in many places, it still survived after all.
It maintains basic activity. Although it is unclear for the moment, whether this activity comes from the space-eating bacteria, the hell tyrant's radiation magnetized material, or the luckily upgraded host itself.
"If you really trust it, wouldn't you just throw it outside?"
Schoolmaster Yunbo came to Ronan, looking for something to talk to.
Ronan glanced at him and didn't bother to pay attention.
Yun Bo, however, shamelessly sat aside and said, "Oh my, I finally confirmed that you are indeed very young."
"ha?"
"Only young people have such an inexplicable sense of responsibility that they seem to be responsible for everything. After you have been someone's leader for a few months, you will be responsible for everything in the future - if you use this standard to ask me, then I
Can you raise your hands and surrender in advance?"
Obviously, School Officer Yun Bo came to do ideological work.
Ronan was very surprised: Did he behave so obviously and unbearably?
"This chapter is to thank Beiluo Yuhan Alliance for the additional update in June (1/3). There are currently 29 chapters outstanding."