Chapter 1294 The Hulk is Over
Hearing Soshyan’s words, Farzad in the tank made a sound of surprise.
"So now I can use gray marrow?"
But Soshiyang frowned slightly, without any joy on his face.
"It seems so, but further observation is needed. You may have to stay inside for a while during this period."
"How long? My company still needs me."
"It won't be long, I promise."
With that said, Soshyan turned around and said something to Valier , Farzad felt his eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and finally fell into deep sleep again before the words came out of his mouth.
“. Normally, the gray marrow extends from the spine, but Captain Farzad’s gray marrow starts from his skull. Perhaps this is the reason why he cannot control his power. ”
Valier’s answer made Soshyan’s heart become heavier.
"Then what will be the result?"
"I just know that his gray marrow will explode without restriction. I can't predict what the result will be. There is still a lack of data support and analysis on the impact of gray marrow on the nerves. ”
Soshiyan sighed. I really don’t know whether to say this result is good or bad, because when Farzad was sent to the medical cabin, his skull had been broken in half after inspection, and The shock wave 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 Farzad's brain. In fact, such examples are common among the Astartes, so Valier boldly proposed the use of gray Gray marrow treatment plan, because according to his observation, gray marrow has some repair function.
Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. The gray marrow has played a role, but Farzad has not shown any control over the gray marrow. Moreover, his gray marrow is not gradual. Once it breaks out, it will be quite serious. With an all-out explosion, the temperature of Farzad's head would drop to a fatal level in just two or three seconds.
"Then what's the plan now?"
Soshyan looked at Valier, who thought for a moment and replied:
"I plan to talk to the pharmacists of the White Templar. Chat, they may have some unique methods for dealing with the deteriorated gray marrow all year round."
"Okay, I will say hello to Randall."
With a heavy heart, Suo said. Shiyan left the flagship's medical area.
Ten hours later, on the bridge of the Eternal Loyalty, representatives of the 7 forge worlds drew lots. Each forge world could get 2 prototypes of the standard construction template, without any exceptions.
The process was uneventful, and Reza's representatives got the template they wanted as they wished - Soshyan specially arranged for them to be the first to draw, and asked Dietrian to do some things on the sign. Little hands and feet.
After consultation with the alliance, Soshyan decided to take away the standard construction templates for the Javelin speed attack craft and the Incandis jet pack, and Soshyan promised to provide them to the allies in the future. Corresponding equipment was provided, and the Forge Worlds who had drawn the lots also expressed their opinions. Each battle group of the Suffering Alliance received benefits, ranging from power armor to vehicles - the Dark Angels before the lottery ceremony Already leaving, Azrael seemed to have some new actions, so he summoned Belial and the Deathwings.
After completing the last step, Soshiyang, who was eager to return home, immediately led the fleet and started to rush home. At the same time, Reza's exploration fleet was also with them, and the scrap ship and Mechanical Ark were thrown to Mars. Handle it yourself.
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She was trapped in the darkness and wanted to wake up, but there was only complete and unbreakable darkness around her in all directions.
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, nor could she feel the passage of time.
Has she been trapped here for a long time?
She couldn't remember, almost nothing.
The memory is vague. She once walked freely, soared freely in bizarre fields, and created many lives inadvertently, but now...
That's all she remembers
Now there's just eternal darkness everywhere. No, not death, but is this hibernation?
Or imprisoned?
She doesn’t know.
The only thing she knew was that if this wasn't death, the only strength she had left was this, making her perhaps as good as dead.
Are these memories or fantasies?
She sees herself as a woman, but what does that mean, what does gender mean to a purely etheric being?
Her consciousness wanders in the darkness, but has she traveled a distance spanning many galaxies or has she merely moved a few millimeters?
Cannot tell.
Perhaps her journey has just begun, or she is already as old as the universe.
But there is nothing here, nothing but darkness.
No.
This is not always accurate though.
Sometimes there will be flashes of light. As soon as she notices these tiny sparks in the darkness, they will disappear immediately. Sometimes there will be small holes of light in the darkness, and it seems that her existence is through these. The small hole was drawn away by something.
She tried to focus on the light, but as soon as she noticed it it disappeared, leaving her supported only by the tantalizing hope that it would appear again.
Isa——
The voice appeared again, a slight whisper, she could only barely hear it, maybe it was just her imagination.
Isa -
The word gives meaning to form, and with concepts shaped through those sounds, she begins to construct a sense of size and space.
As her surroundings became more concrete, she began to reconstruct herself.
Veronica
That's her name.
As the darkness subsided and was replaced by a strange world, Veronica raised her head, and a yellowish sun hung in the sky, old and weak, tiredly illuminated with amber light Sky.
The air is filled with the stench of decay, surrounded by endless wheat fields, but those wheat ears are very sick, like herpes and chicken pox, and even whisper when blown down by the wind, Veronica Don't want to touch them at all.
She hesitantly stepped forward, walking along the path between the fields and ridges. There were irrigation ditches on both sides. The dirty and smelly green liquid was slowly flowing inside, as if watering the sick land.
Suddenly, she noticed some figures in the fields. They looked like humans, wearing tattered clothes, mechanically waving sickles and hoes in their hands.
Veronica stopped and noticed that some people's body parts were obviously mutilated. She subconsciously covered her mouth when the wind blew the torn cloth strips on their bodies.
The bodies of those figures were highly decayed, with muscles and skin dripping from the yellowed bones like melted wax.
Forcing herself to look away, Veronica suddenly discovered that hundreds of monsters had appeared within a hundred meters of her surroundings. They were standing docilely in the fields, staring at her with their dim eyes. , the heads are ridiculously small, growing on those huge bodies like water tanks, with a dull smile on their faces.
This weird scene made Veronica feel hairy all over and run away, while the monsters just turned their heads and stared at her.
Veronica kept running and running, running and running, but did not leave the field at all, and there were more and more monsters -
Suddenly, she stopped suddenly As she stepped forward, something eerie appeared in front of her eyes, blocking her way.
(End of this chapter)