Therapy Planet No. 13

Realizing the circumstances under which he was being eaten by Angel, Louis felt a strong chill all over his body.

With a cold face, she pushed Angel away from her body without saying a word: "Get out of the way."

Angel blinked: "No."

In the next second, Louis wanted to throw the man out of the recovery cabin.

But the newborn bones still had a tinge of softness, so it was fine if they didn't move, and almost fell down when they moved.

It's like a person who has just regained his ability to move after being in bed for a long time. If he hasn't moved for a long time, his bones have lost the memory of taking care of his body.

"Don't be so anxious." Angel smiled and pulled in a white burqa - it turned out that she had put it aside early in the morning.

"do you need my help?"

Louie rolled his eyes, pulled off the burqa to wrap his body, belatedly realized that he was now completely wet, the repair fluid and clean cloth were mixed together, and instantly became sticky, from hair strands to The fine hairs are clamoring to take a hot bath quickly.

"Need not."

She slowed down, and her arms and calves regained some strength, but she was still trembling when she stood up. Angel also stood up on the spot with half a push, playing with Louie's long hair hanging down to his waist, and sighed: " Don't be brave, it's a new growth after all, it will take some time for the bones to adapt, I can wash it with you."

"Where is this?"

Lu Yi ignored her, stood on the spot and tried to walk two steps. Feeling that the problem was not serious, he began to look at the surrounding environment, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Tsk, it's really boring."

Angel rolled his eyes resentfully.

"You have been lying in the repair cabin for eighteen hours. Now we are on the pirate ship, monitored by the lovely captain in all directions. There are four hours left before we escape from the Almi star field and march towards freedom. Are you happy?"

At this time, Louis was entangled with her suddenly long hair. She unnaturally wanted to push back the long hair hanging in front, but her arms were so stiff that she could only lift them up to waist height in the air.

The blood of the old earth on Lui's body was not obvious when he had short hair, but now it can be vividly reflected in any area.

The long black hair hung down like a waterfall, making her temperament change from cold to more feminine. The pupils of similar color are matched together, like a witch whispering in the dark night.

Passing by like the wind, it has the depth of the dark night.

Angel simply fell in love with Louy's combination of the two temperaments.

She helped to push the few strands of hair that Lui had stuck to her forehead behind her ears, and said in admiration, "I like the way you have long hair, or you can keep this in the future."

Louie said nothing.

The first thing she did when she woke up was to self-examine her physical condition, and found that besides the newly grown cells hadn't adapted yet, her mental sea had almost doubled in size!

Especially the new sub-network, if the previous Silos was a small chip that stored a huge amount of knowledge, now this network has almost expanded into a mobile hard drive!

And for some reason, Lui looked at Angel carefully, and his attention was always unconsciously diverted by her opening and closing lips. From the fiery eyes to the smooth lines, it seemed that a touch could evoke the smile in her dream. lava tumbles.

She didn't know what was wrong.

but……

This is not a good sign.

Not how she should react.

Louie strode out of the repair cabin, stepped on the ground with bare feet, and the repair fluid dripped down the ends of his hair onto the floor.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"there."

Angel casually pointed in a direction, but she was rejected again and again. She couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, "Louy! Can't you give a different response besides this expression?"

As soon as Angel finished speaking, Louis passed by an operating table.

On the operating table were some surgical equipment that Locke had not had time to take back—During the short time on the starship, Lucas gave them the greatest freedom. Locke never dared to be idle for a moment, except standing in front of the operating table. Staring at the data of the holographic projection without moving, even the meal was brought to him by Jessica.

Louie picked up a pair of delicate scissors - her hand bones were able to adapt to large movements at this time - and chopped off her waist-length hair from behind her ears.

A large number of black hair fell straight down like a waterfall, which made Angel regret for a while.

With short, uneven hair on his head, Lui thought in his heart that he would have to trim it again after looking in the mirror, and finally showed his first cold smile after waking up.

It's not that she has any prejudice against the image of long hair, it's just that hanging down and dangling really affects the action too much, and she doesn't have the time to leave a weak point for the enemy to catch.

But the enemy...

When Louis thought of these two words, his eyes flashed with confusion for a moment.

Who is her enemy?

In her past life, her "enemy" has always been Almi's "enemy". Even if she is separated from the command operation, everything about her is based on fleeing.

After escaping to Almy Planet, she lost even more motivation to act.

Now, according to Angor, she is on the starship of the Freedom Alliance. Although she doesn't know how Angor did it, she believes in Angor's statement that "there are four hours left before freedom".

An unprecedented sense of unease came suddenly, and Louis found himself having an indescribable panic about the time after "four hours".

"Angel."

Louis sighed: "You said you wanted to find the Tree of Life in Silos, right?"

She never thought about the scene where she would be able to walk out of Almistar unharmed, or in other words, she was looking for an explanation with the will to die.

But now, whether it is death or confession, it is not working according to her plan.

A drop of water dripped down the tip of her hair, and her tone was even a little helpless: "I'm with you."

There is no reason to die, but to live.

***

It is not without reason that Almi has galloped in the interstellar world for so many years.

Just hours after the worms rampaged, groups of well-trained soldiers appeared in front of them.

The soldiers wore black combat uniforms, and almost everyone's physical condition was carved out of a mold:

Thick limbs, a height of nearly two meters, Kong Wu's powerful arms, and that resolute face with a faint black air.

Accompanied by a violent roar, the well-trained team rushed towards the bug-man in one order. The highly corrosive mucus spit out from the bug-man's mouth didn't seem to be effective against them. On the contrary, this group of soldiers seemed like a series of injections. The vigorously programmed robot grabbed the bugman's body, tore it left and right, and split the other person's body in half!

Wherever they went, there was no disadvantage, and a battlefield was quickly cleared for other ordinary soldiers. Countless long-range heavy firepower also joined the battle at this moment.

On the display of the distribution of the enemy and the enemy at the battle scene, the green punctuation belonging to one's own side finally spread on a large scale.

"You guys, support the left wing."

"Special Ops B Team is in charge of the right wing."

"...in the middle...contact Admiral Jeffrey, we still need double the number of new types of arms before, request for dispatch."

The commander in charge of a certain part of the battlefield on the front line on the ground is redeploying profusely.

The command room is in the shape of a circular ladder, and the frontline commanders are distributed in the outermost and bottom circle. Above his head is a virtual battle map with a smaller scale and a larger coverage. At the highest point of the circle, where Almi can see, it is all the strategic deployments of air and ground.

He opened his eyes, and the spirit net has already connected with the defense and attack system of the entire planet.

Countless starships are arranged in rows in the floating battle situation map, and the opposite is the starship logo of the Freedom Alliance.

Even if it's just a model, the changes in the star map are extremely accurate.

The starships on the left, middle and right roads take turns attacking and defending in an orderly manner. Once a starship is attacked, it will be rotated into the center for quick repair, and then the next batch of damaged starships on the outside will be replaced.

While ensuring intensive firepower, the service life of each starship is extended as much as possible.

There are five starship games with the same number, but the invasion scenarios and formation changes are different.

A little further away from the five virtual battles is the actual battle broadcast in real time.

"W75242."

If you look closely, you will find that the model of the real-time battle situation coincides with one of the five small virtual battlefields.

The matching small analog disk quickly moved in front of Commander W75242, and countless data and attack and attack methods were integrated into the screen in front of him. After a while, a bright number "2" popped up on the screen.

Almi's voice was very calm: "Execute the second plan."

This is deducing the battle situation!

Master the limited and known intelligence, predict the possibility, deduce the five most likely enemy situations at the same time, and then adjust your own deployment!

An ordinary person's mental threshold is enough to control a mecha, let alone a phalanx?The whole air battle?all ground?Also deduce? !

But being able to control the strategic deployment of an entire planet at the same time...

It is enough to show how terrifying this person's mental threshold is!

[Jeffrey Moran requests contact, is it allowed? 】

When the second plan was being implemented, Almi's intellectual brain suddenly forcibly pulled his attention back.

"agree."

Almi's voice was obviously tired, his lips were pale, and some bloodshot eyes remained in his eyes - obviously, the deduction just now had a great burden on his mental network.

"I need more people."

Jeffrey got straight to the point, his voice was cold: "Those worms are indeed infected with the virus, but they are infected with a variant of the original virus. Although I found another variant from the previous experimental data to fight against it, this This kind of black death virus is very detrimental to the bodies of our soldiers, because it is produced in a hurry, and there is no breakthrough in terms of timeliness, and people will die in less than 10 minutes, so we can only use the number of people to suppress it."

"You can use third-class soldiers and below." Almi nodded, "Don't ask me about this kind of thing in the future, I trust you."

"Have you found the person who leaked the virus?"

Jeffrey gave instructions to the deputy next to him, and then asked another question.

"Not yet." Almi replied simply, "And I trust our people—you know, we're not the only ones who have the original version of this virus."

"You mean... Federation?"

Almi didn't say a word, he rubbed his protruding temples, "If it is found out that the federal people leaked it, then it's time to ask Rhodes to extort a pension."

He looked at the battle situation through the virtual Jeffrey holographic projection.

A large amount of firepower is being charged, and at this juncture, all of them are fired together!

Countless huge orange-red fireballs flickered in the pitch-black space, and the sound of the vacuum swallowing everything, but a large number of starships were still impacted by the aftermath.

No matter whether it was machinery or living things, they were all devoured by the countless clusters of huge flames.

Almi's tone was cold: "We have so many soldiers, we can't die in vain."

But Boyd, who saw the same battle situation, laughed in relief.

He has an extremely delicate face, and the long hair tied up adds a bit of neutral softness to him.

Boyd took out a silver ring from the drawer and put it on his index finger. If you examine it carefully under the light, you can find the exquisite hollowed-out tower pattern inside.

He twirled the ring slightly, and a figure was projected from above the ring.

"Thanks for your hard work." Boyd's lips curled up slightly, "You did a good job, Ahan."

The man was wearing a robe with a white background and gray border, with a tower pendant hanging on his chest. He looked young in his 20s. The hood covered his eyes, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

When Ahan heard Boyd's question, he just nodded slightly, and reached out to turn off the communication device.

Boyd asked: "You can ask for whatever you want, and I will satisfy you."

Ahan shook his head and cut off the communication directly.

"You did very well."

The same words of approval sounded from behind Ahan, and the tall figure gradually eroded from behind to the front: "Priest apprentice, Ahan."

Ahan's pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing became short of breath.

He suddenly turned his head, bowed his head, and said respectfully: "High Priest Sartre."

The author has something to say: the last chapter... ah... I don't know what's going on, anyway, it's being re-examined, as for when the review will pass, let's see, anyway, take your time, don't worry, anyway, sooner or later Solved 【x