After a night of intense preparation, the return fleet in the Loess District was finally ready, and they took away all the mitril ore and purified mitrils metal ingots that Treasure Island had mined in recent months.

The work of pursuing Acharn has to be taken over by the people from the Retribution Team. Yang Yuefan is still worried that the players on Earth will have direct contact with Acharn, but this situation will change soon. With the help of Charlieson Manson, Yang Yuefan has found the American players who were killed by Acharn.

There are ready-made control group test samples that can be used, so Yang Yuefan will naturally not be polite. Of course, in return, Yang Yuefan is willing to share all the data of this incident with Charlieson.

Unfortunately, what Charlieson Manson didn't know was that Yang Yuefan planned to share the relevant data directly with all anti-chaotic organizations. After all, Yang Yuefan is unable to determine the status of the relevant departments now, and he is worried that he will die suddenly one day.

Acharn is in good condition now. After devouring three players, his condition has been greatly restored, but he is a little confused. He does not know his goal. The power blessed by Chaos is gradually becoming independent and has a fierce conflict with Diderick's master personality.

Diderick now knows what there is no free lunch in the world, and any pie falling from the sky is followed by bricks.

At first, Diderick felt that he could trade anything for power, but the pleasure brought by power soon faded with time, and with it endless annoyance and regret, but how could the gift of chaos be rejected by mortals?

Diderick could only watch his consciousness be corrupted little by little, his memories were blurred, and a large number of memories that did not originally belong to him appeared in his mind. Even if those memories were slightly recalled by Diderick, his soul would become even more broken.

It was another stuffy morning, and Diderick recovered himself again. He didn't know how long it had been since the last "wake up", but he clearly remembered how the chewy muscles and hard bones were chewed by his fangs, and how they passed through his throat.

Diderick sadly found that he had no disgusting feeling now, and he seemed to have become accustomed to this inhuman life.

He had thought about finding new Chinese people, EU people, American imperialists, and letting them solve their problems. Even if they give their lives, it doesn't matter if they die in their hands, but he can't control his body.

And he found that the "demon" lived in his body seemed to like to force him to do things he didn't like. He liked to give his body's authority to himself and wait for him to make his own choices, just like now.

There was a half-baked corpse in front of Diderick. Diderick didn't want to guess what the corpse was when it was alive, maybe it was a human, maybe it was a green skin, and the best result might be someone who was unlucky to meet his own beast.

But the real world can never be so beautiful. The hungry Diderick flipped the body slightly and a dagger fell to the ground.

Diderick was a perseverance and perseverance, otherwise he would have been in the slums like everyone else, but he was also a weak person, otherwise he would have beaten away the gangsters who had been paying him for protection fees.

So Diderick once again surrendered to fate.

"Achann's life capsule data was detected!" When Yang Yuefan returned to reality again, Nangong Yujun stood in front of the life capsule with a data board: "I can't understand what these indexes mean, but it obviously just broke out a peak."

"I will be tortured to death by this thing sooner or later." Yang Yuefan pressed his temple, and then found that his nose was bleeding, and the contaminated nutrient solution was quickly pulled away. He grabbed Nangong Yujun's hand and walked out of the survival pole.

"Sir, I think you need to rest for a while. Your physical indicators have dropped severely. Our war is still long." Nangong Yujun frowned: "If you have another accident like you did a few hours ago, our best ending is to starve to death."

Charlieson Manson is also concerned about Yang Yuefan's health problems, because this damn new Chinese bastard has all the permissions. With his authorization, Charlieson can get food from the canteen and pass those locked hatch doors.

Charlieson didn't know if Yang Yuefan left a way out for Nangong Yujun, who is also a new Chinese, but based on his understanding of the relevant departments, if Yang Yuefan really died in an accident, he would probably blow the ship to pieces.

"Yang, I think you should take a break, it's for our lives." Charlieson personally served Yang Yuefan a portion of food: "Of course, if you can delegate your authority to us, I will never bother you again."

Yang Yuefan laughed twice, but vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it! Send it to the medical warehouse!" Charlieson was really panicked this time. He rushed with Nangong Yujun and rushed towards the medical warehouse, shocking the two crew members passing by.

Three minutes later, the crew of the entire ship, especially the soldiers from the security department, gathered outside the medical warehouse, and they finally caught the "ghost" on the ship!

But obviously these people are not as authorized as Yang Yuefan. They cannot open the door of the medical warehouse and cannot use communication equipment to contact the contacts inside.

However, the crew members who worked on the ship were all elites from all over the world. When they saw the New Chinese, some people roughly guessed the obvious reason for this matter.

"The captain should be the secret left by several permanent members on the ship. We'd better handle this properly." The acting officer of the security department told the captain: "We have a thousand permanent members on the ship, and they have higher authority."

"Eighteen people have disappeared!" The captain, a Ganges man in his early forties, frowned and said, "This matter must be related to them! They must give us an explanation!"

"I think this may involve other forces, and they have no need to attack us crew members." The security department's acting officer was formerly an intelligence officer from a small country. In addition to his good skills, he also had a good overall view: "We'd better first calm the emotions of others and then strive to communicate with the people inside. We don't want to die inexplicably, but the people inside obviously have this ability."
Chapter completed!