Chapter 119 Indigenous (5)

She finally came to her senses and closed the door lightly. When she walked to Su's bed, she remembered that she had forgotten to button up her clothes. In fact, she deliberately changed into sexy underwear today, hoping that Su would take a good look, and it would be better to touch her well. But after seeing Persephine, she just wanted to wrap herself as tightly as possible.

Su Yi lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling quietly, but the focus of his vision was unknown. The bra that the female nurse had carefully selected was not seen, as did her plump breasts. His body was almost covered with medical tapes that specifically sealed the wounds. You can imagine how many wounds there were under these tapes.

Su was carefully and comprehensively checking his physical condition. What surprised him was that his physical condition was not too bad, but was surprisingly good. Except for the large number of trauma that had not been healed, there were almost no serious and irreparable injuries inside. Moreover, Su could feel that every cell in his body had strange vitality, moving at a much faster rate than usual, and some even began to evolve. Su found that this strange vitality would not last, because the vitality in some cells had begun to fail and gradually returned to normal activity levels. The source of vitality seemed to be some hormone, also like an unknown genetic agent. He quickly calculated the result of the disappearance of all the extra vitality of all cells. It should be that the basic quality of the body had slightly improved, with the average increase of about 5%.

Su has never heard of the potions that can improve basic physical fitness, no matter how much the amplitude is. Although his understanding of his body has not yet reached the point where a single cell is involved, the movement of each muscle fiber can be clearly grasped. Before losing consciousness, Su clearly remembered that there were at least a dozen damages on his body that could not be repaired. Perhaps in the future, he could only solve it by consuming evolution points to completely generate new tissues. But now, these injuries have all disappeared.

What happened? Su frowned and tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember anything. Perhaps, he had to wait until he was discharged from the hospital and asked the captain.

A little sting on his arm awakened Su from his meditation. Su turned his head and just met the nurse with some grievance, loss and fear. Su didn't care about the blonde nurse's joys, anger, sorrow and happiness. She lived much better than anyone who struggled to survive in the wilderness. In his mind, he was replaying every detail of fighting with the mad dog and fighting with the natives after being trapped in the siege. He carefully looked for improvement in every move and guessed the incredible actions of the natives.

The blonde nurse slowly pushed the potion, sighed softly, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know you are the general's male favorite...ah no, lover."

Su Yu suddenly heard this while thinking hard, and was stunned. His muscles in his body tightened involuntarily, and a slight sound was stuck. The needle in the nurse's hand was suddenly broken into two pieces.

The northeast coast area where the Dark Dragon Knight is headquartered has been mostly restored. When the sun shines, this area looks quiet and melodious, full of the flavor of time and time, almost exactly the same as the old times. In decades of killing and fighting, the Dark Dragon Knight has formed the principle of power first, and fairness is everyone's creed, and conspiracy and conspiracy are despised. Of course, the principle of fairness is only used in internal struggles. In foreign wars, almost every general can be called a master of conspiracy.

Less than a hundred kilometers away from this huge, ancient and charming city, there is a small town. Unlike the coastal area, you can see the sunshine all year round. Even if it is summer, it looks as dark as evening. No matter which season, there are seventeen or eighteen hours in the day here.

Most of the buildings in the town maintained their original appearance after the war, dilapidated and desolate, without any repairs, and the streets were overgrown, and a half-inverted road sign at the entrance of the town marked the name of the town: Judgment Town.

Not only the center of the town, but also the surrounding area looks dead, and there is no sight of the activity of a mutant creature. However, occasionally a shrill scream came from somewhere to break the silence of the town, showing that this was not a complete dead place.

There is a four-story old-fashioned building in the center of the town, which is the tallest building in the town. From the style, it is an abandoned church. Two high and thick doors are half-closed, and it is dark inside and nothing can be seen. The high stained glass windows on both sides of the church are also broken, and there is almost no complete one.

The church still retains benches that believers sat on many years ago, but after a long period of time, they were decayed and damaged, and were tilted. The stone plaques on the walls on both sides that recorded the deeds of donors or local families were preserved due to material reasons. The cross at the end of the church had long been tilted to one side, on the podium that was only slightly higher than the ground. The sermon table was thrown to some extent and replaced by an old-fashioned high-back armchair. The dim skylight shone from the windows above, barely illuminating the podium.

The whole church was dark and could hardly see the outline of things. I could only barely see a person sitting in the high-backed armchair on the pulpit. In this light, I could not see the appearance clearly, and I could only see the thick and hideous armor on her body from the dim reflection. The lines of the dark armor were very graceful, but the surface was rough and uneven, without any brilliance. The edges of the armor leaves, as well as the joints and shoulder armors, thick and long spikes were tilted out, and the sharp spikes seemed to be smiling silently.

She sat quietly in the empty church, motionless. There was a silent and fresh wind circling in the empty and high chapel, which was her breath.

Squeak! The side door of the chapel let out a harsh moan and slowly opened. A young man in a dark black uniform walked in. When he walked three meters away from the pulpit, he stopped, bowed deeply, and asked respectfully: "What are your instructions?"

The man was very handsome and even looked a little feminine. His blonde hair was light and looked very eye-catching. Although the background of his uniform was the same as that of the Dark Dragon Knight, the difference was that the whole left arm was a heart-pounding dark red. If the dark gold pattern of the Dark Dragon Knight brought people a suffocating oppression, then this dark red meant bloody and deep horror.

The Bloody Parliament Tribunal is a place that is unwilling to mention. The arbitrators in the Tribunal are considered to be the devils crawling out of hell. They are like a group of snakes hidden in the dark, and they may pounce and bite people at any time, and slowly torture the enemy with deadly venom, but they generally do not kill them. Death, in their eyes, is based on the tolerance of the enemy. In the eyes of these people who combine with the devil and the poisonous snake, most of the enemies exist among their own people.

The woman sitting high on the stage did nothing, and there was only one thing that could not tell the source. A low and slightly hoarse voice sounded: "When can my sword be repaired?"

The young arbitrator looked at his watch and replied: "There are thirty-one minutes and fifty-five seconds left, Your Excellency."
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