Chapter 79: Ranking One: You sneaked a peek at Fate’s news?
@Fite stayed:
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After the second beast wave, the first thing the Wasp Legion's base star strengthened was the global line and the fully automatic armed turret.
The conference city is equipped with more than 600 fully automatic Gatling guns, connected to a huge spider web of surveillance cameras, which can complete detection and destruction within 10 seconds.
But 10 seconds is enough for Joshua to fly far.
Its wings are the widest and longest butterfly scale wings I have ever seen. They are composed of dark blue that is almost black and silver that is almost glowing. The silver is mostly white, and the dark blue draws the gorgeous patterns on the butterfly's wings.
I have removed many scale wings, and I quickly discovered at a glance that the deep blue texture of the Joshua butterfly's wings hides retractable bone barbs.
These dark blue barbs are arranged neatly like fish scales, and when the moonlight passes through them, they will flash a faint sapphire halo.
With a pair of four-meter wings and stripes that hide retractable exoskeleton knives, Joshua has four times the combat power of an ordinary Zerg if he fights alone. With his wings spread, he is like a humanoid tank.
I was amazed at how fully developed Joshua's scales were.
This pair of butterfly wings is not only beautiful, but also versatile for land and air forces. With a wingspan of nearly four meters, it has an overwhelming advantage in single insect combat, group melee, raid, and assassination.
The female soldier I publicly claimed to be was a female insect with a congenital genetic disease. The genetic disease caused me to be underdeveloped and without scales and tentacles. In front of the female soldiers in the same group, it was normal for me to occasionally have misunderstandings about the development of scales.
One of my most specialized surgeries is the removal of scaly wings, which has earned me a bad reputation among some female-military groups.
They always think that I, a "female worm" with congenital malformations, am a second physiological weapon out of jealousy of their strength and beauty.
Before I saw Joshua's scale wings, I didn't think the wings of military females were attractive at all.
After all, when you first see squids in their mutilated, broken, formalin-cup form, they don't really have any charm, just blood and the hassle of having to remove the diseased carcasses.
Regardless of whether they are of special, high, medium or low grade, the wings of all military females are born for war, and most of them have strange postures. Some of the postures of scale wings are periosteum, some are scales and feathers, and some are scales and bones. In short, there are all kinds of strange postures.
But Joshua's scales were unlike anything I had seen before.
It's complete, powerful and charming.]
【It turns out that Mr. Milan's comments on the periosteal scale wings are all kinds of strange. I am heartbroken tonight. 】
[How can Joshua's scales be so complete? And shining? ? Impossible? ? His male father is not a high-level one! ]
[Objectively speaking, if Joshua's scaly wings are really as Milan said, I suddenly understand why Joshua's brothers can hold hands with you as soon as they ask you out. The female insects of the Huasha family have fully developed wings + pearlescent + martial charm. Who wouldn't be dazzled when seeing this...]
[It turns out that the special species of scale wings also have pearlescent effects? I learned something new. I will go buy some pearlescent powder to prepare for the upcoming carnival parade! ]
【Get one every day! Thank you Teacher Fit for revealing ** kinds of scheming dating details! 】
[I understand. Now let’s go and pluck the wings of our fellow Shining Butterfly warriors! Let’s learn on the spot!]
[Fate, stop writing nonsense!!! The scales of the Shining Butterfly type don't have gem effects!! Damn!!! ta**s*&!]
[Has the one above been attacked by his comrades? ]
【Welcome the Flash Butterfly family to join the Fate Persecution Alliance! 】
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[Interview paused for 15 minutes.]
[Author's observation record: 60-year-old Mr. Joshua opened his huge scaly wings in the reception room, knocking over the decorative lamp and tea table. I was fortunate to observe the specific shape of this general's wings face to face. Mr. Joshua's scaly wing membrane is dark blue and silver-white, and the main body of the silver-white part presents white diamond flashes. Mr. Milan's description is simplified by at least 60%, and I can understand why.]
[Author's observation record: Mr. Joshua, who already wears the epaulettes of the ****, still can't restrain himself because of Mr. Milan's brief and plain compliment. This really undermines the authority of the **** level in public. The honor of the **** is the brightest on Mr. Joshua's shoulders and an important part of his pride. But occasionally, Mr. Joshua's uncontrollable loss of control may lead to a loss of credibility of his authority, and the soldiers may question his commander.
Mr. Milan usually pays close attention to Mr. Joshua's mental and image issues. He is both a doctor and the "bones" that support Mr. Joshua to stand up again.
The author believes that Mr. Milan truly fulfills the responsibility of being the “other half of life” as written down.]
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[I am overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events.]
[Think carefully, if someone carefully observes my scales and praises them one by one...I would be sorry for your praise if I don't do it quickly, okay? 】
[Am I the only one curious about which military rank the term **** belongs to? ]
[…
Please forgive Joshua for his impoliteness and let me continue.
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The layout of the conference city is a military building and cannot be disclosed. Anyway, when Joshua stopped holding me, we were already far away from the conference building. We stopped in the shadow of a long staircase somewhere.
What?
Yes, that's right, it's the kind of long staircase in the square on Capitol Hill. It is not only empty but also equipped with a complete water circulation system, a fountain square, and landscape plant decorative gardens.
Joshua chose the right location. There were air purifiers everywhere. My blood was sucked away by him immediately, and the wound was pressed tightly. The remaining smell of blood dissipated in the repeatedly fresh air, and its power was not worth mentioning.
As soon as we landed, Joshua pulled a bottle of healing spray from his pocket, roughly and impatiently pulled off my worn black gloves, and used the spray to treat the wound on the palm of my hand.
I marveled at his ability to act, but then I realized something more subtle.
I asked, "You were above the advanced specification in the genetic test, right?"
Joshua was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded. However, because the question was so abrupt, his expression was a little dull: "Yes, advanced A+, blood test purity is perfect, no genetic disease, the flashing trait is dominant, and the recessive gene is..."
I said, "Stop."
As a doctor, I am very satisfied with the frankness of military wives in confessing any symptoms they have, which allows me to quickly identify what is wrong with the military wives.
But in daily conversations, I don’t like this way of communication. It reminds me all the time that I’m still a “military doctor” and I don’t have time for private time. ]
[Got it! I'll take note. When dating a male insect, you must keep it private! ]
[Wolf Tooth Knife: So…I should talk to you, male insect, about how to peel the skin of an alien? Or I should ask the court to take you to watch me peel the skin of an alien? Hey! If you talk about peeling the skin, I won’t be sleepy anymore! I can talk about different techniques all day long without repeating myself!]
[…Brother, although we are in a competitive relationship, for the sake of maintaining the “normal image” of the female insect community, I remind you for the sake of same-sex friendship, are you a fucking idiot??? Do you want to be the second military female to be fined three years by the court??? The last one to be fined was the first star military female of the 20th session, who are you to be so good as to trick you into watching your skin peel off???]
[Big Brother, please be kind and let the female soldiers go! The image of female soldiers has been ruined by psychopaths like you!]
[Wolf Fang Knife: You ***! Isn’t that what Fate wrote?]
[Ah, Fate also wrote that there is a chance to meet you if you go to the third campus of Ottoman? Thank you for the invitation. I am studying in the Department of Data Engineering and have almost become a corpse. ]
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I asked again: "The recovery of Advanced A+ is calculated in seconds. Is carrying a healing spray with you just a hobby?"
Joshua fell silent again. He lowered his head and held my hand with one hand. My fingers were stretched out in his hand, and the palm was intact.
At that time, I thought I guessed right.
I said, "In your wonderful memory I was exposed because of my injury, right?"
Joshua pursed his lips until they turned pale and nodded.
I didn't feel threatened, or in a panic or a series of blame-related emotions.
After I learned my gender, I imagined countless exposure situations, and the unexpectedness of blood was certainly among them.
I had a gland surgery a while ago, and the hormone level in my blood is very low. It needs to be above 30 before the hormone will evaporate a little. I am not worried about this accident tonight.
But I need to find out what Joshua said about the future of "Milan Clement", and the various uncertainties and consequences that may be exposed.
So I continued to ask, "What exactly was the exposure like? Death? Or what?"
When Joshua heard the word death, he clutched my hand painfully and said nothing.
Joshua was always silent at that time. Silence was his only defense against me, but I had a way to make him speak.
When he revealed everything in front of my bed, he had already given me the key to silence.
I turned my palm over and gently hooked my fingers around his, changing my name from Hwasa to Joshua.
He couldn't resist for even a second.
However, this time he spoke slowly and with difficulty, not as smoothly as when he described the future of the Wasp Legion. The first sentence shocked me.
Joshua said, “This is all my fault.”
He said that in a memory that was about to be forgotten, he found me in the hospital camp 10 hours after I broke my spine. Due to the shortage of medical supplies, my legs and spine could not be saved. But he did not dare to leave me in the hospital and took me away directly while I was unconscious.
At that time, I interrupted him and asked curiously, "...did you sneak into the Second Army's hospital camp and steal me while you were participating in the rescue?"
Joshua paused, lowered his head, neither nodded nor shook his head.
I said, "Okay, got it."
He looked up immediately.
Instead, I feel a little confused.
It’s hard to describe his expression at that time. He had so many micro-expressions of despair, so I can only say it again.
"I know what's going to happen next, so I don't need to tell you."
My expression was very calm at the time, showing no emotion. I felt there was nothing to be surprised about. After repeated calculations, there were only a few ways that had been calculated.
Returned to the family/was taken away as smugglers/became the object of trade.
The reason I wasn't angry was because I had absolute confidence that I could handle myself as long as I regained consciousness.
The former might be a bit of a problem, but I don't think the latter two will happen.
I won't allow myself to get to that point.
Joshua took Milan Clement away in what he thought was a memory, but as long as Milan Clement woke up, it would mean that he would lose Milan Clement.
But to his surprise, I calmly responded to Joshua's question with the right attitude, which broke down his defenses.
He suddenly began to talk about "this time".
He said that he had no intention of raising me. Instead, he stole me and took me to a micro planet to recuperate. He did not reveal my identity and gender, and announced to the public that Dr. Clement was taken away by a friend for treatment.
With my permission, he applied for a long-term sick leave under the identity of "Milan Clement". He wanted to do his best to promote the medical technology and livelihood technology progress of the Capital Alliance (I didn't understand what kind of organization it was at the time) within a few years. About 5 years later, with the help of the Capital Alliance's medical technology, I stood up again and became a tester of the first generation of exoskeleton alien technology.
At that time, I… well, I’m ashamed to say, my first reaction was what is the Capital Alliance? What is new medical technology? What kind of medical technology can actually develop to the point of reversing the death of nerves and cells in just five years? ?
I am a person who focuses on the present, so I immediately grabbed his hand and asked, "Tell me more about the medical technology of the Capital Alliance."
Joshua got stuck immediately.
Saying sorry three times makes me dizzy.
Joshua said in that gentle, careful voice again, “…I only have a partial memory of how I helped you stand up.”
He tried his best, even to the point of blushing at the thought, but he still couldn't remember the development history of the Capital Alliance. He could only stutteringly explain that the Capital Alliance was a new force formed by the combination of certain families, and that they were going to develop some new technological channels, use black holes to advance people's livelihood technology, and that a smart bracelet was about to be born.
Joshua said he didn't like the Capital Alliance and that they were the ones who injured me when they were making the exoskeleton test suit. At that time, I hadn't had hormone-suppressing gland surgery for a long time, and when the blood came out, those testers were all of average quality, and some of them with poor qualifications went into estrus on the spot.
I was a little surprised.
I stared at him in silence, wondering whether Joshua Warsaw had any ill intentions at this moment.]
[Don’t doubt it, that’s it! That’s it! ]
[Cherish the Milanese who is still wary of Warsaw now, and go back to read the chapters where they show their affection, and your teeth will break! ]
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My comrades-in-arms have a very consistent evaluation of me: a cold-faced executioner.
My facial bones are somewhat sharp, my lips are thin, and my eyes are curled up. When I show an indifferent or questioning expression, some people with weak self-control will immediately break out in a cold sweat.
Sometimes this gives me an extra advantage.
For example, when I went to discuss the allocation of medical expenses with my superiors, I found that among the 20 departments in the medical city, only my department had never had a shortage of funds.
I think I must have had a cold, questioning look on my face.
Joshua not only became agitated, but he also began to tremble and repeatedly prove himself.
He started talking about my personality, my habits, and my private past that only I knew.
Although I won't get mad at anyone for something that didn't happen.
But Joshua's presence was a threat to me.
So I interrupted his self-affirmation and said, "I don't need you to prove anything. The more you say, the more disgusted I am."
Joshua's voice suddenly stopped.
But soon, something unexpected happened.
Joshua is always accompanied by unexpected things, which makes me helpless.
He was silent for a moment, let go of my hand, and began to explain his own affairs.
He said that he joined the army immediately after his second biological metamorphosis at the age of 16, and became the most shining one in the family in just three years. The first fragmentary memory of "Milan Clement" was at the age of 6, just one week after the first biological metamorphosis.
But he never revealed his future to anyone. He just waited, waited to grow up, waited to cross the second threshold of biological metamorphosis, immediately threw himself into the sea of stars, trained himself, and step by step gained real voice.
Joshua lowered his head, his voice choked with sobs that were difficult to conceal, but he tried to stay calm. He said, "It took me a long time to come to you. I didn't make up anything."
He repeatedly said that it was all true.
Say it over and over again, as if if you say it a hundred times, it will really become a reality.
I immediately noticed that something was wrong with him and reached out to hold his chin.
Joshua kept his head down, so I didn't notice right away that the redness on his face and ears was not from memories, but from the lust that was slowly rising in his body after licking my blood.
I was shocked and suddenly recalled a detail from the previous conversation.
I pinched his chin and asked him firmly how old he was.
Why can't he resist the hormone-lowering male blood? He's not a teenager who just came of age, and if he goes to the military grooming room once, the female soldiers will develop some resistance to male blood. How come he can't resist even a little bit? ?
Joshua's eyes were filled with water, as blue as the real sea, sparkling in the moonlight.
He opened his mouth, his moist breath sprayed my tiger's mouth, his tongue was tender red and sticky, the tip of his tongue was like a young snake with its tail cut off, twitching and trembling. I could see that his mouth was secreting a lot of saliva, and the tip of his tongue was soaked in it. Joshua would hum a sticky, watery sound just by breathing.
One of the characteristics of estrus is abundant body fluids.
He had lost his voice and was unable to speak, so he could only tell me through lip syncing that he would be twenty in two months. With trembling hands and feet, he took out his military officer's ID from his pocket and held it up to me while trying to keep his hand steady.
I was a little bit dumbfounded at that time.
At the time, I always thought Joshua Warsaw was at least 25 years old.
Whether it's height, appearance or temperament, his epaulettes are even at the major general level!
How could he be only 19? How dare he be only 19?
I am speechless.
Weird "rebirth" memories and an age that would never allow him to become a major general.
...He is really too young. If he had not been "reborn", Joshua Warsaw would have been the most brilliant and gifted child in the entire history of the Zerg.
If it was rebirth, then Joshua's self-described efforts and secrecy were real.
He knew about "a million rebirths" when he was young. He joined the army and climbed to the rank of major general within three years. He had to win every war without making any mistakes or failing even once. He had to run forward non-stop, run through all the terrors and dangers, run through time, and finally reach My Good Friday.
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I was shocked at the time.
I was in the Second Army and he was in the First Army. The information of all female generals was kept confidential, but if I tried hard enough, I could find Joshua Warsaw's growth information.
The reason I didn't check during this period was because the Wasp Corps suffered a second disaster and there was a severe shortage of medical personnel, making it difficult to turn around.
There was no need for him to tell such a lie which was bound to be exposed.
How could an insect actually do this?
I was silent for too long, so Joshua carefully shook off my hand, bowed slightly awkwardly, and whispered that it was rude. He said he would leave now and would handle the situation.
I reached out and grabbed his dress tie.
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I won’t go into detail about this part.
What?
Of course not, I was too shocked by his age at the time. I was 8 years older than him, and he had just crawled out of the egg shell when I stabbed the robber to death with a knife.
How could he be labeled? It was simply... well, he was no longer of criminal age, but, my God, when I realized where the strange childish temperament in him came from, I couldn't regard him as a military female of similar age for a long time.
In my eyes at that time, Joshua was demoted to a lower level.
So, I made him drink blood again.
Only after he had drunk enough to calm down did we put him back.
Even though I could sense that some of the things he said were ambiguous, and that there were obviously concealments and a small amount of diversion, it was still difficult for me to put him in the position of an enemy that needed to be vigilant.
At such a young age, he was attacked by millions of memories, and the first time he was exposed to emotions that should have made him strong, he was hit, denied, despaired, struggled, and died. But in the end, he still stood in front of me and tried to block the bad future for me.
How can I keep my words cold to him?
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[Fate, are you serious? Fate Wynn's instructions must be sincere. How could Joshua Warsha's self-certification be a lie and still be accepted by Milan? So after learning Fate Wynn's subjects, I have to start over again when I start a new course, right? Huh? ]
[Drinking blood? Where to start? ]
[I am in tears. Mr. Milan didn't even make it to the next chapter. I am so disappointed. In reality, there is no genius who can beat Joshua's resume.]
【Who is not running non-stop? But everyone’s end is Mr. Milan. 】
[Just asking when it will be finished. It's very uncomfortable for me not to be a butterfly. I want to receive a customized copy of my own race. You who are soft-hearted and super good at boasting only appear in the book. When can I have a Milanese, host, please say something! ]
[…
After drinking the blood, Joshua's physical condition improved, but his mental condition did not.
He finished the bottle of healing spray, and my collar was soaked with tears, saliva, and spray.
Joshua tried to button my shirt, but I pushed his hands away and did it myself.
This may be a wrong choice.
After I buttoned my collar and looked up, his expression gave me a headache.
Joshua felt that he had deceived me with his words, and blood was the result of his victory.
His expression was one of silent fear.
It suddenly occurred to me that if he only remembered the memory of "Milan Clement", then why did he always become uneasy every time my expression changed slightly?
...Has it been a million times that he never received a positive response from "Milan Clement"?
...This is a really heavy guess for the worm.
As I pondered my response.
Joshua spoke in a series of long sentences at a rapid pace.
He assured me that this was an accident and would never happen again. He would never use any words to deceive me again and would never do anything that I disliked.
He repeatedly stressed that your blood will not be shed in vain.
Experience has taught me that this is when I'd better nod.
I nodded and said "hmm".
Joshua paused. At this moment, his face was completely blank, as if he didn't know what expression to make.
He smiled at me dully, without any pretense of maturity, arrogance, or privileged reserve.
He doesn't look as smart as he appears, with a lot of his teeth showing. I noticed that his canine teeth are actually quite prominent and a bit pointy.
I frowned subconsciously. Not because I disliked his smile, but because I thought that it was no wonder that his bite had hurt so much just now.
But Joshua misunderstood. He immediately calmed down, nodded to me, and asked me to wait.
He turned around and spread his wings and flew away.
You can tell he's really panicking and having no idea how to handle the situation.
He had completely forgotten that he took me to the central square of the conference city, 5 kilometers away from my dormitory.
I walked back that night and encountered many inspections. Should I be thankful that at least this conference city is in the territory of the Wasp Legion?
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Soon, I realized that the value of Joshua's eyes would not be in vain.
This happened during the last transfer of planetary assets by the Wasp Legion. At that time, the Black Hole Gate always randomly blew up the black hole jump point. The escort configuration for transferring planetary assets must be at the branch legion level.
I set out with the last batch of important medical equipment. When I was about to reach the jump point of Ursa Minor, a coordinate point of an alien star exploded nearby, forming a large-scale coordinate. In just 30 minutes, lord-level aliens emerged from it and the tide came.
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Yes.
At the time, we were convinced that a Chieftain had targeted the Wasp Legion stationed near the Black Hole Gate.
The Legion had been stationed at the Black Hole Gate for many years and had made great achievements in battles. It had completely blocked the north side of the Black Hole Gate, and not a single alien beast could get through the northern defense line.
Being sniped by a boss beast is apparently normal.
When the Overlord Beast led a tidal wave of alien beasts to attack, our group was still finding joy in misery. At least this was the last batch of planetary resources, and most of them had been successfully transferred. Even if no troops were sent to rescue our group, the losses were under control.
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Obviously, something has changed for the better, as I am still sitting here.
The First Legion had assigned a branch legion to protect the rebuilt Wasp Corps.
The First Army's support arrived at the scene before the Wasp Army.
But no matter whether it was the First Army or our army, by the time they arrived at the jump point, the last batch of transport battleships had already been overwhelmed by the monsters.
No matter how strong the firepower of the two armies was, they could not save the 400,000 dead Wasp soldiers.
The armor remains of the armored soldiers floated in space. Led by the Lord Beasts, the alien beasts followed suit. They would bite the armor to pieces, extend their barbed tongues to smash the cockpit, dig out the drivers inside, and tear them apart.
The worst thing at that time was that the coordinates of the alien black hole point could not be processed and closed. Yes, yes, in the next 50 years, the Capital Alliance invented the technology to close the black hole point, but at that time, we still had no way to deal with this kind of coordinates.
We were unable to collect the bodies of our fallen comrades. We could only watch their bodies float in space, broken or intact, and then quickly leave the scene to prevent the Chief Beast from continuing to control the tide of aliens to rush out of the black hole point that could not be closed.
In this emergency retreat, the most desperate are the female soldiers whose armor is damaged.
When they were pulled out by the alien beasts, they were not dead yet. They struggled to survive in the alien beasts' tongues and teeth, spread their wings and tried their best to fly back to the battleship.
However, those alien beasts will hold on to the Zerg that can still fly, and consume the oxygen that the Zerg have stored themselves, until their lungs can no longer support them, until they lose their strength, their scaly wings fold, their faces become stiff, and their bodies float up.
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The Wasp's retreat was attacked, and the loss of insect population was controlled at about 500,000. The First Army's branch army formations and the King of Individual Combat played an indispensable role in this.
The battleship I was on was one of the worst hit.
I heard from the insects in the War Supply Department that if the major general from the Warsaw family had not come to lead the First Army this time, the last batch of retreating Wasp Army could only bring back 100,000 insects at most.
They also said that the major general of the Warsaw family was so fierce that he not only stopped the Lord Beast by himself, but also dared to control the armor alone to grab the battleship that had been dragged half into the black hole by the alien beast.
My heart skipped a beat at that moment, and for no reason I recalled Joshua's murmured assurances as he left that night.
After some inquiries, I learned that all the battleship casualties that Rear Admiral Warsaw had scrambled back were sent to the Ninth Medical Base.
I immediately rushed over to see.
Most of them turned out to be soldiers and military doctors I knew.
My heart skipped a beat, and at that moment I heard the ground crew's notification bell that the armor was returning to port.
I went to the temporary port with the medical soldiers. On the way, the medical soldier asked me timidly if there were any brothers among the rescued soldiers.
I said no, I was just going to take a look.
They asked this question because there was no need for a major-level military doctor to go to Hong Kong in person to rescue insects. It would be strange for him to go without his own brothers.
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I saw Joshua's armor at the port.
It was a huge, silver beast.
It lay in the harbor, scorched and battered in the cockpit.
There were also several Wasp battleships with more serious battle damage next to the port.
Medical bugs are transporting soldiers down continuously.
I pushed aside the swarm of insects and squeezed into the First Army's emergency base. I immediately followed the silver beast's emergency ladder and climbed towards the twisted and deformed cockpit.
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I performed Joshua's surgery throughout.
I saved him.
Just like Christmas Day, after all the bugs had been sent away by my students, I found a soft chair and sat down in front of the operating table, waiting for him to wake up.
When Joshua woke up from his trance, the first thing he saw was me.
Crying again.
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I feel a bit complicated.
As a rising star, Joshua Warsaw certainly has no shortage of great military doctors to protect him, but in the Ninth Base, I have the highest military rank, so I snatched the right to perform the operation.
During this time, I heard a different version of Joshua Warsaw.
Joshua Warshaw of the First Army is gifted with terrifying abilities, cold-blooded and sharp-minded. Once he puts on his armor, he is the true incarnation of the god of death on earth. He never fails, and victory is like a beast he has raised, docile, loyal, toothless and clawless.
His rapid promotion speed blocked the way of many families. Many expansion plans advocated by the First Legion families were disrupted by this young Warsaw. Many families in the First Legion disliked him, but Joshua Warsaw didn't care.
Whoever objects will challenge him to a 1-on-1 duel.
A challenge is a fight to the death.
No bug can defeat him.
He was a cruel and ruthless victorious tyrant.
The bugs of the First Legion both worshipped and hated him.
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Joshua was lying on the operating table, with a sea in his eyes, and he said to me in a daze, "I saved your miracle."
I would not have thought of Theodore until he mentioned it.
Theodore is just one of the countless female soldiers I have saved.
The personality is lovable, but not special.
I didn't say anything.
I don't know what to say.
Joshua was used to it.
He tilted his head and tears dripped down his high nose.
The anesthesia had not worn off yet, and when he smiled his canine teeth were bared and his voice was muffled.
He said, “…I can, can offer more.”
"Milan...wait for me, I will grow up quickly."
“I can be more valuable.”
He kept shedding tears, his eyes, nose and face were red, and he looked at me in silence with meekness and infatuation.
I don't know what to do.
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The live broadcast text suddenly stopped at this sentence, but the light music was still playing in the background.
The host Fate would occasionally go do other things in the middle of an update, and the audience would start to have a blast in the comment section, discussing the amount of information in this Fate story.
The HE party is ecstatic! We are cheering for Mr. Milan's wavering flags. We wish Fate could finish writing tonight and publish the book tomorrow! 30 special racial jokes are presented quickly!
But after 10 minutes, the live text had not started moving.
The comment section was in an uproar, with conspiracy theories immediately flooding into every section.
The first @ of this group of onlookers was the official account of the Wasp Legion: [Theodore, Theodore, our king! General Theodore Leon with a runny nose! Contact Teacher Fate immediately! Provide some practical help! ]
Diving Modern Wasp Army: Our General does not have a runny nose!!!
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The major diving forces began to move quietly because of the sudden ten-minute stop.
Among these major forces, there is only one clear stream that persists and remains unmoved in focusing only on the characters in the stories, without caring at all about the impact these stories can have on society or whose sensitive nerves they may touch.
Rover base.
Anushka starts editing the message.
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Black Shield, Friday night at 23:33.
The system is injecting nutrients into the unconscious Shi Cunjin.
Its host has entered the bone replacement period, and the nutrient solution required has suddenly increased. The system immediately focused on this first, and worked hard to polish the shape of Teacher Shi's bones beautifully! Strive to develop the new hand and foot bones into golden proportions!
After the system is done with this, it will release some computing power to pay attention to Fit's account.
Due to the comprehensive scanning nature of the system's calculations, it read the private chat messages behind Fit's account.
SVIP Standard A567: [Among the butterfly series, which one do you like more is the scale wings of the flash butterfly series? ] Unread
SVIP Standard A567: [There are also female soldiers of the Laser Butterfly series in my team. You may need to update the materials. Most of them have feathers + periosteum, which are strange in shape. The same is true for the privileged species. The scales + periosteum you described are more common in the Laser Butterfly series, but the scales of the Laser Butterfly are very strange in color and easily dazzle the eyes. When the light is turned on, it is a walking source of light pollution. 】Unread
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SVIP A567: [After reading the comments, I understand that it is an artistic process.] Unread
SVIP format A567: […] Unread
SVIP Standard A567: [Do you really like pearlescent colors that much? ] Unread
The system scans and all unread pages become read.
Almost the same second.
SVIP format A567: [?] Unread
SVIP format A567: [The person you hired to send messages secretly read your messages. ] Unread
Unread - Read.
SVIP Standard A567: [? Are you still watching? ]
System:?
The original novel's official character is not Wanderer at this stage? Doesn't he work?
Wait, is this the chattering character in the original novel? ?
The author has something to say:
In nature, most animals prefer mates with bright colors when courting.
The shiny scales and tail hooks of male and female insects are considered to be attractive features and belong to the racial aesthetics of the insect race.