Hearing Soshyan's words, Farzad in the tank made a sound of surprise.
"So now I can use gray marrow?"
But Soshyan 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 become 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."
Valer's answer made Soshyan's heart feel heavier.
"So what's going to happen."
"I just know that his gray pulp will explode without restriction. I can't predict the result. There is still a lack of data support and analysis on the impact of gray pulp on nerves."
Soshyan sighed, I really don't know whether to say this result is good or bad, because when Farzad was sent to the medical cabin, after inspection, his skull had been broken in half, and the shock wave of the power weapon swept through His cerebral cortex caused 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 also common among the Astartes, so Valier boldly proposed a treatment plan using gray marrow, 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 is equivalent to a full-power explosion. In just two or three seconds, Farzad's head temperature will drop to a fatal level.
"So what's the plan now?"
Soshyan looked at Valier, who thought for a moment and replied:
"I plan to talk to the pharmacists in White Temple. They have been dealing with the deteriorated gray marrow all year round. They may have some unique methods."
"Okay, I'll say hello to Randall."
With a heavy heart, Soshyan 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 draw the first draw, and asked Dietrian to do some tricks on the draw.
After consultation with the alliance, Soshyan decided to take away the standard construction templates of the Javelin speed attack craft and the Incandis jetpack, and Soshyan promised to provide corresponding equipment to the allies in the future. The forging worlds that had drawn the lots also expressed their opinions. Every battle group of the Suffering Alliance had received benefits, ranging from power armor to vehicles - the Dark Angels had already left before the drawing ceremony, and Az Riel seemed to have some new move, 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 left to Mars to deal with.
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She was trapped in the darkness and wanted to wake up, but there was only complete and unbreakable darkness in all directions around her.
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 realms, and created many lives inadvertently, but now...
That's all she remembers
There is only eternal darkness everywhere now.
No, not death, but is this hibernation?
Or prison?
she does not know.
The only thing she knew was that if this was not death, the only strength she had left might make her as dead as possible.
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 mind wanders in the darkness, but has she traveled a distance spanning many galaxies or merely moved a few millimeters?
Can't tell.
Perhaps her journey has just begun, or she is already as old as the universe.
But there was nothing here, nothing but darkness.
No.
This isn't always accurate though.
Sometimes there would be flashes of light, and as soon as she noticed these tiny sparks in the darkness, they would disappear immediately. Sometimes there would be small holes of light in the darkness, as if her existence was being sucked out of her by something through these small holes. gone.
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 came again, a faint whisper, she could just barely hear it, maybe it was just her imagination.
Isa——
The word gave meaning to the form, and with the concepts taking shape through those sounds, she began 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 faded, replaced by a strange world, Veronica raised her head, and there was a yellowish sun hanging in the sky, old and weak, tiredly illuminating the sky with amber light.
The air was filled with the stench of decay, surrounded by endless wheat fields, but the wheat ears were very sick, like herpes and chicken pox, and they even whispered when blown down by the wind. Veronica didn'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. They were wearing ragged clothes and mechanically waving sickles and hoes in their hands.
Veronica stopped and noticed that some people's body parts were obviously mutilated. When the wind blew the torn cloth strips on their bodies, she subconsciously covered her mouth.
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 dim eyes, and their heads were ridiculously small. They grew 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 the monsters became more and more numerous——
Suddenly, she stopped abruptly. Something eerie appeared in front of her eyes, blocking her way.
