Lin Xiang has been thinking hard - what is light?

He could not guess the actual meaning of the sentence Sokwei said, nor did he understand the hidden part of Claude's words. However, compared with reality, finding the answer to this question does not seem to be so urgent. The core of thinking and most of the attention must be used to consider several other things.

Aphra's death, the war between the Black Prison Empire and the Dragon Teng Ling, did not cause the Skeleton Knights to interfere with it. The mysterious "Redeners" group had no deeper contact. Everything seemed so peaceful," as if these things were happening on another planet.

Since he did it, he had to bear the corresponding consequences. The thing Lin Xiang was most worried about had never happened. He also asked Suoke's opinion about it, but received no reply... Time passed silently in this silent and strange atmosphere.

Unable to predict the opponent's next move, the only thing Lin Xiang can do is to work hard to strengthen all the strength he has.

The expansion and preparation work of major legions has been basically completed, and the 50,000 quota has not exceeded the provisions stipulated by the Management Committee. Lin Xiang did not complain or blame him for this. He knew very well that Blanche did not obey his orders. With the comprehensive national strength that the empire currently has, this number is already a limit that can bear. If it were not for the wasteland world that could try to squeeze the production capacity of civilians, it would not be able to support the huge imperial armed forces according to the military-civilian ratio standards of the old era.

It is precisely because of this that Lin Xiang is more eager to get No. 24 City of Life No. 24.

That means that as long as there are enough artificial proteins, you can marshal more than one million replica soldiers.

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The wilderness is full of countless small flowers. Pure white and bright yellow form the only main color between the petals. Compared with the boundless wilderness, their number is too small, and they are scattered. The dead and vast wilderness seems to have a slight hint of vitality because of this faint color.

Almost all living things like spring. This means that the severe winter filled with cold and sadness has passed. Another round of life replacement begins again. It is not just for plants, everything on the earth, after all.

The horizon suddenly showed a faint pink and white line, and the hazy morning light poured down, like a scattered light curtain coming from the depths of the mysterious universe, instantly covering the whole world. The wilderness became golden, plants, rocks, withered branches... All the parts of the objects facing the east were dyed with a bright luster as crystal as flowing water. Only at this time can you truly feel the warm atmosphere emitted by nature.

A figure staggered from the end of the horizon.

Very tall, very thin, the outer coat with loose buttons was half open, and was blown by the cold morning breeze that came towards me, and the "hunting" sounded. I could not tell whether it was a man or a woman from the face. My long hair fell from the top of the skull to my shoulders. "Floating high up behind me" along the direction of the airflow," scattered into a constantly changing silk magic picture.

The wind became stronger and stronger. A "whimpering" whistling sound came from the air. The airflow wrapped in tiny sand and stones hit the skin heavily. "I couldn't open my eyes, so I could only turn my body and turn my fragile face to the back." I temporarily avoided the violent wind that was tortured.

The light finally reached the front of the figure.

This is a young woman, about twenty years old. She looks average and has nothing to do with the word "beautiful", and it is not too ugly. Her face is very rough, and the tip of the nose and cheekbones are convex at the top of the convex surface of the cheekbones. She can even see thin black and gray scabs. Her body, her brown-gray camouflage combat suit is half open, and only the two buttons at the bottom barely maintain the ties. The surface of the military-green tight vest is covered with crisscrossing cracks. "The layers of white bandages hidden below and wrap around her waist and abdomen are exposed. A large area of ​​shocking red is stained from the bottom of the bandage, seeping out of the surface, and condenses into a wet pus.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, as if she wanted to blow the woman who blocked her way down. The violent air roared over, blowing her hair into a black straight line parallel to the surface. The woman's body was half bent and struggling to support her in the empty and deserted plain. She closed her eyes, grabbed the open clothes with her hands, and wrapped herself tightly in it. Perhaps because of the excessive force, it was soaked in pus and tended to rot, the battle suit that was finally unable to withstand the huge pulling force, and broke in the crisp and hissing sound. Suddenly, a piece of naked color was exposed, covered with large balls of swollen pus, and the surface was broken and smelly yellow pus was constantly oozing out of the slightest smooth terrible skin.

The meat, rotting a little bit, falling.

The pus mixed with bloodshot flowed out from the middle of the wound, and condensed into strange and winding streams on the surface of the body.

This means that her cells are necrotic on a large scale, and the regeneration function cannot repair such terrible damage. If there is no drug treatment, "rotten and infection will become increasingly serious. The final result" is either the muscle tissue rotting layer by layer, or the body is occupied by countless invisible bacteria, resulting in organ failure and death.

The strong wind blew away the last trace of remaining warmth in the woman's body. Even though it was spring, the cold breath left by the end of winter still existed. She half-squatted and shivered. Her body trembled violently, causing the exposed rotten flesh to fall down faster. The flying hair occasionally flew over and was immediately stuck by the fishy yellow liquid. This feeling of accidental touch caused the nerve endings left inside the ulcerated muscle to convey an unbearable numbness and itch. It was like thousands of ants chewing their bodies desperately, and the pain that could not be expressed in words, mixed with the itch that had to be tickled hard to get rid of. The keen brain perception was immediately forced to be suppressed by the latter. In addition to trying to make the tortured body feel a little relieved, the woman's thinking space could no longer tolerate unnecessary thoughts.

Try to catch it desperately and sting it desperately.

The nails, scratched and passed through the skin, immediately squeezed out pus that had accumulated under the skin. The semi-rotten muscles could not withstand the intense and violent rubbing, and they fell off from their bodies, interspersed between their fingers, and flew around with the rhythm of shaking under their wrists. The pain aggravated the stimulation of the nerve endings. The woman could no longer feel the pain caused by the tearing of muscles, and just wanted to relieve the itch that had penetrated into the bone marrow as soon as possible.

Her fingers were in and out of the rotten flesh, tearing open the ligaments and exploring them into the body. When her fingertips touched pieces of hard, hot and solid matter and scratched them back and forth on the surface, she was shocked and realized that her body had completely ulcerated, revealing the bones that were the part of the muscles. She no longer cared about so much, and when the strong desire overwhelmed the reason, people also became crazy.

The wind has stopped.

The terrible feeling of itching into the bone marrow has not been relieved. On the back, where the fingers cannot reach, the rotten and soft flesh burst out and itchy and frantically twitched. The woman widened her eyes and curled up on the ground. She was like a huge bent shrimp that twisted her body in reverse, stretching her arms to scratch back. The yellow and green rotten water overflowing from the broken flesh dyed the rolling grass next to her into a strange existence that was difficult to distinguish, emitting an unpleasant smell of vomiting. She had tried her best to relieve it.

The pain and itchy feeling in her body did not slow down at all. She could only bend over, like a drowning person, stretched out her bloody tongue and opened her mouth wide, screaming at the top of her lungs, wishing she could pick out her bones and even her internal organs. This violent body movement quickly consumed the oxygen accumulated in her lungs, and she was already flushed and exhausted. She was like a ghost claw spreading her fingers, but she still inserted her fingers tightly into her skin and flesh, and grabbed the bones and the ligaments that remained intact.

The wind blows again, gently, soothing, wrapped in the strong bloody smell emitted from the grass, gradually spreading towards the distance.

Deep in the shrub where dead branches and tender buds were mixed, a slight "silent" sound came. It was getting closer and closer and clearer. The woman's eyes, which were already filled with blood, showed a look of horror. The remaining rationality in the brain finally dominated the body again at this moment. She adjusted her posture and wanted to stand up from the ground. The muscles that had consumed too much energy could not respond accurately in a continuous manner. Her knees just pressed against the ground, and her body that had lost balance had fallen heavily. Her chest was violently up and down, and she breathed desperately, and her bloodless dead-like paleness, instantly occupied the entire face. The combat suit of the woman's body was broken through the torn strip of cloth, and she could see the blood, flesh, and countless pieces of rotten tissue mixed together, forming an indescribable nausea pus

Just under the feet, two mutant earthworms that had just jumped out of the soil, "like the size of yellow worms in the old era, were tangled around their left leg shin, spreading their diffused mouthparts with countless suction cups, greedily swallowing and sucking the pus with nutrients and bacteria. Attracted by the strong smell of blood, "the rotten beetles, the blood ants, the horns hidden behind the shadow of the rock... they stretched out their antennae and shook their bodies densely and gathered together. There was not much food in the wilderness. "Life prey that lost its ability to resist is even rare. No one wants to miss the opportunity to have a full meal." Even the objects that were originally hostile to each other and preyed each other, they also gave up their obsession with the inherent menu, and instead focused their teeth and appetites on the soft and soft body of the woman.

The sound deep in the grass was lying on the ground more and more, and the woman's eyes were filled with despair.

There were more than a thousand scavenging insects gathered around the body, and behind the shrubs and rock fragments, you could vaguely see a large swarm of insects swarming over. The woman turned over with difficulty, trying her best to escape from this place of death. Her broken palms had just supported the ground and were immediately flooded by giant blood ants that were crazily gathering. She screamed, waving her hands like crazy and swung them in the air, but was kept on the way along her legs and feet, quickly crawling her waist, abdomen, chest, and shoulders... Two minutes later, the woman could no longer find a complete piece of skin under her body, and the wounds caused by the biting of the pus and the insects were mixed with each other. She had exhausted her strength and she no longer had the strength to struggle. Her knees softened and collapsed weakly.

At this moment, she suddenly felt the tranquility before her.

There was no unbearable itch, and the nerves that conveyed the pain seemed to be completely blocked. The shadows of the ant colonies, earthworms, beetles that kept shaking in front of her eyes gradually became blurred. The terrifying bright red, the dirty and nauseous yellow pus all faded into hazy color blocks that were difficult to distinguish. Even the nausea-smelling odor filled with nostrils turned into the sweet fragrance contained in the green grass leaves. The woman didn't know if this was an illusion, she just hoped that this inexplicable beautiful state would continue.

The silver lancet logo that should not be in the battle suit has long been dropped. This one that was once regarded as the most precious thing in memory is just a symbol of identity, but it cannot save yourself at all, and it is even more impossible to change the fate of dying.

A blank brain suddenly jumped out a strange noun that a woman had never thought about before.

Mother......

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Women don't understand why they suddenly remembered this.

She has no mother.

To be precise, "everyone I know, no man or woman, can be called "mother". This kind of title with special significance" has only been seen in the yellow and decaying books in the ruins. Occasionally, there will be one or two illustrations with text descriptions, and the image on that side is also a woman. Middle-aged, old, wearing shabby and simple coarse cloth clothes, or dressed in mature and yet without losing her demeanor. Their faces are very kind, and they hugged their children in their arms. The faces... will always maintain an intoxicating and nostalgic smile.

Those seemingly soft embrace must be very warm.

The woman is a little envious and a little disappointed. She has never felt that comfortable. The copyist has no mother and no qualification to be a mother. The most deeply rooted memory in her mind is to fight desperately and shoot with precise and cold movements, fight ruthlessly and accurately, and even bite off the opponent's throat with her teeth.

Warm tears "slid from the corner of my eyes, washing away a giant-jawed blood ant that had just crawled on his cheeks, and another blood-sucking earthworm that had already crawled on his nose" quickly twisted his snake-like body, unable to wait to pass through the wet marks that had just washed out from the tears, and drilled into the woman's eyes.

The sky is no longer dull and depressing dark gray.

It is turning blue and then covered in a flash with bright and dazzling blood red. It gradually turns from transparency to turbidity until it is dark.

The woman lay in the depths of the grass, motionless. Tens of millions of different kinds of insects "closed their entire torso tightly and turned into a terrifying and thick black blanket. Just the last second when the breath of life was about to disappear, the woman tried her best to "open her lips invisibly" and completely fell into silence.

There is no sound, but judging from the lip shape, the last words... should be, "Mom".

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The wild creatures are the best scavengers. As long as they are blood and flesh, they will become their favorite meal.

Half an hour later, "the woman was left with only a pile of blood-stained bones. The huge swarm gradually began to dissipate." Whether they were full or still hungry, they had no reason to continue the mixed gathering of such ethnic groups. Giant-jawed blood ants were the ruler with an absolute advantage in this area. There was too much food. They didn't mind that strangers would share the food. When the latter could not get more shares, the "bending and hard sharp jaws" would immediately wave wildly at the diners next to them.

They did not waste the last leftovers, and the medulla deep in the bones was also sucked away. The bones were intact, and all the fragile soft tissues were chewed, leaving only the hard bones that the insect mouthparts could not deal with were lying alone on the ground. In the sun, a heart-wrenching grayish white was reflected. The ground was faintly shaken, and the frightened ant colony immediately fled. When an off-road jeep rushed from the east and stopped steadily next to the remains of the woman, even the bloody clothes were scrambled to snatch away. The ground and grass left no traces of predation, as if nothing had happened.

A second lieutenant wearing a military uniform in Longteng Empire jumped out of the car, took out a disinfectant mask from his backpack, and wore it. "Slowly walked to the remains, squatted down." After observing carefully for a long time, he turned around and nodded to another sergeant standing behind his back holding the record book, saying, "The third area, the wreckage of No. 6."

The northwest border of the Longteng Empire is divided into an interval every twenty kilometers. According to the emperor's order, the border patrol must search the area under its jurisdiction for 24 hours to detail the location coordinates of each corpse or skeleton. Especially those human corpses that have never appeared before, must strictly record the discovery time and bring back the complete samples.

This is the sixth remains discovered by the third area patrol since this month. If all the dead bodies were connected and found in several months, the total number has exceeded four hundred.

The second lieutenant wore thick rubber gloves and slowly picked up the exposed corpse into the black body bag spread out next to him. He carefully zipped the seams and put the waterproof bags into the carriage with the assistance of the sergeant.

The sunshine still shines on the earth.

In the middle of the messy grass, there are traces of gravity crushing.

That was the footprints of a woman along the way.

Following these blurred and difficult marks to the back of the new source and walking to the far north, you can see a huge white arched building at the end of the horizon. It is like a broken eggshell at the bottom, standing suddenly, silently between heaven and earth.

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Rand Walker's fingers are slender and white, which is completely in line with the profession of doctors.
Chapter completed!