Chapter 734: 第732章 金雀花王国的“天残地缺”组合正

Chapter 732: 731. The Canary Flower Kingdom’s “Heavenly Disability” group is officially debuting!
“Perhaps we should add a little more limitations to her, my Murphy, this Cement Seal Heart is a restless character at first glance, not to mention that her intelligence is truly amazing, and I feel certain that she’s going to come up with something that will leave us all awestruck.”

On her way out of the swamp exhibit, Tris whispered to Murphy:
“It doesn’t seem like a good thing to let her explore here, just in case that guy does find something extraordinary.”

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Murphy said in a low voice as he reached up to straighten Tris’ hair in a slightly doting manner:

“Don’t be afraid, the concrete body is irrevocably dead, she knows very well that her life after that is already bound to us, a smart guy like her wouldn’t cut off her last hope with her own hands once again after suffering a disaster.

What’s more, it wouldn’t do us any harm if she did find something marvelous.

With your half-assed technological skills, there’s no way to analyze the technology left behind by the Creator, so we need professionals for this kind of thing.

Isn’t that why we brought the cement here earlier?
Just a little bit of discovery is enough to make the still hesitant opposite side make up their mind, and all of this is in preparation for afterward, Tris, you know, we are fighting against the Black Plague occupying the great righteousness, King Louie and the Wolf Woman even if they are no longer willing to do so, they have to assist us with all their might.

But the Black Plague will always pass.

We have an unrelieved hatred with them, eventually a war will break out in this continent, we are just trying to get back what is ours, but as long as the war starts, then both sides will be allied together to stifle the rise of Transylvania.

They fear us because they have worked hand in hand to put us in a desperate situation.

We need allies too!
Just the Sage Wolves and Vampires are not enough.

We also need some more intimidating and powerful allies, and in the most critical moments, perhaps just a war…”

Murphy said no more as he took Tris’ hand and walked into the elevator, the two vampires getting mushy the moment the doors closed.

Although this exhibition hall hides a lot of black technology, but for the current Tris and Murphy, this is the two people’s two people’s world location, where there is no need to worry about everything in the outside world, also do not have to think about those rumors, here only need to enjoy the two people to each other’s company and then there is no other worries.

“Speaking of which, this month’s allowance should have arrived, want to go take a look?”

Murphy hugged the panting Tris and whispered in her ear.

The vampire lady glared at Murphy.

I’m half undressed, and now you’re talking about getting your paycheck?

What do you mean?
Is it some kind of vicious nasty analogy?

“Uh.”

Murphy also noticed that he had said the wrong thing and simply reached out and gave the soon-to-be-opened elevator operating panel a light whack, using his curator privileges to temporarily shut down the elevator’s operation, a perfectly private space formed causing Tris to nod in satisfaction, but just as she was about to start the next step she was pressed against the elevator wall by Murphy’s bound hands.

The Vampire Governor kissed her on her smooth back and whispered to the struggling Tris:

“Venerable Lord Paying gave me the advice that it’s better not to let you take the lead in this sort of thing, he said that if you had a few seconds to lose control it would be enough to kill me, so I’m going to have to figure out a way to switch to ‘Knight’ as well.”

“Shut up, you little scoundrel.”

On the other hand, Sister Cement, who had taken a turn in the bio-room, walked down the aisle to the elevator, but couldn’t open the elevator bay, causing her to sputter:
“The Golden Era’s black technology is as strong as this, and you’re still experiencing elevator malfunctions? It’s really hell, listen to this noisy rattling sound, the broken elevator really needs to be repaired, forget it, go offline and write a report first.

Two damned cunning otherworldly vampires, really grabbed the door of my life, how to put this matter round back is really a test of the brain thing, but think carefully, my prediction for the subspace probability will not be wrong.

Let’s just hope those idiots don’t try to use that prototype again.

It’s really going to make a big mess, asshole.”
—
“Ahem. Uh. Am I dead?”

Major Ron opened his eyes with difficulty.

The anesthetic from the Death Moon sect was still in effect, making it hard for him to really feel the sensations coming from the limbs of his body, especially his left leg, which was as if it was empty and completely ungrown.

At this point, it was already the seventh day after the Black Flame Pass attack and defense, and as he looked at the army-green tents above his head in a daze he knew that he had already been moved to the rear, and should be in the field hospital where Fraser had stayed before.

It must have been bad for himself, he just wondered if the front line had won the battle, or if they had lost?
“Anyone? Hell. Somebody get me a glass of water?”

He let out a wonky cry from his hospital bed, and no one answered until several minutes later, when the door to the room was pushed open, and a limping Captain Ironhand walked in carrying a sick meal on a wooden serving tray.

It certainly wasn’t for Major Ron, it was his recovery meal, and as for why he had come over, it was of course a routine check to see how his officer was doing.

According to that young old Transylvanian military doctor, the Major could awaken at any time, but it had been almost a week since he had waited and still hadn’t opened his eyes, which showed that the old Transylvanian military doctors were just as unreliable as the ones from other places.

Captain Ironhand spat.

His condition wasn’t really much better, several parts of his body were bandaged, but because of his mountain people bloodline he recovered a bit faster than the average injured person, and now he was able to move on his own.

The Captain was in a good mood, because before dinner he had played cards with the group of Transylvanian exotics helping out at the field hospital, and had won seven in a row with a few tricks taught by Major Ron, earning back his stipend for several months, and was thinking about using the fortune to add a few attack modules to his robotic arm.

Right now, only the steam mantis blade is still not fierce enough, if you add a shotgun or incendiary nozzle will be perfect, or really can’t strengthen his mechanical palm into a steel giant fist is not bad either.

Those Transylvanian mechanics also developed a special type of mechanical arm for melee combat, they called it “gorilla arm”, sounds very intimidating, it is the kind of simple and brutal reinforcement classification that the big-headed soldiers like the most.

However, Captain Iron Hands had just sat down in front of the sickbay with his tray and brought a piece of his favorite barbecued pork to his mouth with his fork, when he saw Major Ron lying on the sickbay blinking his eyes and looking at the fragrant meat in his hand.

Even his mouth was about to water.

“Uh, don’t look at me, you can’t eat this, that doctor said you have to eat light crouch lately! The Major is awake!”

Captain Ironhand was halfway through his words before he realized with a jolt what had happened.

He didn’t even have time to put away his dinner plate before he limped and rushed out, and several minutes later, Major Fraser, who happened to be in the field hospital today to console the wounded, and several other commanders rushed into the ward while wiping their mouths, only to see that Ron was trembling and holding a fork, bringing Captain Ironhand’s barbecued pork into his mouth piece by piece.

Fuck medical advice!

I haven’t eaten anything decent in seven days, and no one is going to stop me from feasting my mouth and teeth today!
“Ron! Geez, you’re finally awake, I thought I was going to have to go see General Soros with a copy of the death notice, the old general would have strangled me.”

Colonel Frazier couldn’t hold it together for a split second when he saw his best friend waking up.

He went up to Ron with red eyes and hugged him, and the other commanders also gathered around him to shush him.

They all knew what had happened to Ron in the Black Flame Pass, this guy and Captain Iron Hands were going to die in the Star Realm Rip, it was Archduke Tris who pulled them out of the collapsed position at the last moment, and only then did they get their lives back.

“Dunn. Dunn is dead, that pussy didn’t make it out, he was trapped in position eight, blanched, I didn’t even realize it when I retreated.

It was me.
I couldn’t bring him back.”

Major Ron was no longer in the mood to eat at the sight of a group of men crying and wailing, probably also because his now fragile bowels had no way of enjoying the heavy grease, so he had to put down his fork and lie back down on the sickbay. He looked at his good brother Fraser, and his first words had the Colonel clenching his fists.

“It’s not your fault, Ron.”

Major Reynolds, the infantry commander who still had a bandage on his head, said in a muffled voice:
“Dunn performed what should have been my job, he died in my place, I became a coward in war, and you don’t have to worry about what to say to Dunn’s mother, I’ll take the blame, I’ll serve her mother as if she were mine.”

“Don’t just take the blame on you Reno, you were hit in the head with debris, in fact you should still be resting in a hospital bed right now, so it wasn’t your fault.”

The two remaining majors, who were from the proper line of duty, also spoke out in consolation.

They had experienced the deaths of their fellow soldiers, but these four young men in front of them were experiencing something like this for the first time, and they knew that it would take a little time for these young men to come to terms with this terrible sense of loss.

Still, Major Roberts reassured:

“You don’t have to be so despairing, I asked those vampires after the battle and they said that being caught up in the astral realm is nine deaths but it’s not a certainty that you’ll die.

Maybe .
Maybe Major Dunn is still in the Star Realm at this time waiting for you guys to save him.”

“It wasn’t just any Star Realm rift that opened up that day, Major.”

Colonel Fraser said in a low tone as he sat next to him:

“Under the disorderly turbulence washing over him, Dunn, who was just an ordinary man, wasn’t so lucky to be able to enter into the Star Realm, and my friend died, he died as a war hero on the battlefield against the enemies of civilization.

It is an honor, not a shame.

The issue now is not to mourn, but to keep fighting, the only way to live up to the last hours our brother bought us, and besides, Ron . Your leg .”

“Noticed it just now.”

Major Ron lay in his hospital bed with a raw look on his face.

His feeling was right, his left leg did not “grow”, because it was amputated.

This unlucky guy in the evacuation position was crushed under the collapsed rubble, picked up a life at the cost of the left leg is completely incurable, but also because of contamination with the plague so must do amputation treatment.

But the good news was that the war insurance Major Ron had bought for himself in the first place was of the highest kind, so he could choose his favorite of all the types of prosthetics currently being made by Transylvanian mechanics, and add many, many more combat modules.

Uh, that was barely good news.

He no longer had to envy his lieutenant’s mighty iron hand, and he could probably get a nickname like “Steel Foot” or something.

Fraser didn’t know how to comfort his best friend, but he was keenly aware that Ron’s mood wasn’t quite right, and that there must be something he wasn’t saying.

So the Colonel signaled with his eyes for the other commanders to go to dinner first, and he stayed here to talk to Ron.

Captain Ironhand quickly brought a sick man’s meal suitable for a sick man, he glanced at his officer then left the ward with a third of his own dinner eaten and stood guard outside the door.

As the man who broke out with Ron, Captain Robinson of the Iron Hands could probably guess the reason why his officer was in such a low mood, and that was a secret that couldn’t be known by the other Pathfinder Legionnaires.

Only Ron and Fraser were left in the hospital room, the heir of the Carpe family picked up the dinner plate and used the spoon to pass the warm white porridge to Ron’s mouth but was rejected by the Major.

“I only broke my leg, my hand is still intact, Fraser, don’t do that, you’ll make me feel like I’ve become a loser.”

Ron spat.

Fraser laughed and didn’t reject Ron’s stubbornness reaching out a hand to help him up so he could lean against the head of the bed, placing the spoon and dinner plate on his hospital bed again.

Ron took a few bites of his meal, he chewed in a flavorful manner and after a few seconds he said:
“I saw those plagues, the psionic plagues that the jackals use, exactly like the ones we used in Westcott.

I don’t know if Marshal Loren learned this vicious weapon from the Jackals, or if the Jackals got the recipe from us, but whichever answer it is, it means that there are some secrets in the higher echelons of the Pathfinder Legion that we don’t know about.

My father once told me that it was a weapon of war provided by the Tower of the Ring, and I wonder if he was lying to me.

Or maybe even he didn’t know the truth about those plagues?
But Fraser, we attacked a human city with the weapons of the Jackals, what is the difference between the us that destroyed the city of Sicor then and the Jackals that are destroying us now?”

These were questions that Colonel Fraser could not answer, but the question Ron asked was so pointed that the Colonel could not avoid it.

He said:

“Don’t think too much about it, Ron, we can go back and ask them after the battle, we can .”

“Dunn’s dead! Fraser, he must have been infected by the plague before he died of astral psionics, God, I could hear the pain of his vocal cords tearing as he spoke, I could feel his despair as he was surrounded by those green plagues.

It was like those Transylvanians in the city of Syco.

I was too young then, I was just cheering for victory, but now I know what a cruel thing we had done.”

Ron said as he clenched his fists:
“My brother and his soldiers died in a plague! That plague was thrown by the Jackals, but it was also thrown by us! Hell, we killed them, I’m going to make a trip back to the Pathfinder Fortress, Fraser, help me set it up.

I must go back at once!
I must find Marshal Loren and ask him about this.”

“Ron! Don’t be so impulsive!”

Fraser dissuaded:

“Even if there really is a problem, the marshal can’t blanch it, so calm down! If Dunn was still alive, he certainly wouldn’t”

“But Dunn is dead! Died right in front of my eyes!”

Major Ron was completely enraged, his crimson eyes glaring angrily at Fraser as he chortled:

“He was sent to the front lines by Marshal Loren and his own country, yet they didn’t even tell us about the threat we might encounter, don’t you get it? Fraser, those plagues were given to them by the Tower of the Ring!
We were betrayed by the psychics!
That country we swore to defend wasn’t the one we failed our oaths to, it was the one that stabbed us so hard in the heart.

Are you coming back with me or not?
Do you want the answer to that question or not?
Fuck! Fraser, Dunn is watching over us from the heavens. Can’t you let go of your glorious future? My future Lord Commodore!

You know, even if you don’t help me, I’m definitely going back.

I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to find the truth!

Whoever stands in my way is my enemy!”

(End of chapter)