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 would have liked 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 use some force in 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 console 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 "shadows" were so dark and cold that there were almost no clues in the light.
But the light was so bright that it hurt my eyes.
During this period, some people 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, then looked away and 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 acts from every angle, up and down, left and right, front and back, twisting and turning. To describe it from a rational point of view, Sergeant Bao Long's rescue even came in time, otherwise he would have been completely bent 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 and not letting him out? At this time, what can he do here?
He was not familiar with Sergeant Bao Long either.
Although we had talked with each other and forced this guy to take a questionnaire, we knew his family situation and all his experiences since joining the army; we understood this guy's strengths and weaknesses, and knew that if we set up a "immobile formation", we should send this guy 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 "comrades" like Sergeant Bao Long whose names he knew died directly in front of him.
Ronan had 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 Ye Guo along with him, roaring at them to use all means to save the person, not just use the hell Looked over with pity.
And 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?
Hmm, 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 of 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 didn't like that 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 this "block" of complex material and structure 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 "strips" formed by the twisting and extrusion of power armor, exoskeletons and 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 seemed to shine brightly, but in the end it was just nothingness.
Just like it is impossible for Ronan to recover the armor parts that have collapsed and disappeared, it is impossible to restore the missing bones and flesh of Sergeant Bao Long, 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.
At this moment, Ronan weaved a dream 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 processing room, but the face still had its eyes open, as if looking at the shadowless light on the ceiling, and also seemed to want 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 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 his and Ronan's communication channels. 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 about the same amount of time. To the best of its potential, 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 experiment process, he spent his energy on "Line 6" - after obtaining the consent of Colonel Yun Bo and Gong Shenmang, he removed 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 queen" actually resisted. Although the size suddenly shrank several times and was twisted and damaged in many places, it still survived after all. Maintain basic activity. Although it is unclear for the moment, whether this activity comes from the space-eating bacterium, 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?"
School Officer Yunbo came to Ronan, looking for something to talk about.
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 chief officer 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."
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