MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 133

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Just like the upgraded version of the beast horde a few years ago, the Vengalo line of defense sent off this beast horde with difficulty and picked up a lord who was lying down.

The doctors gathered again, but they could do nothing. Count Anna was not seriously injured, but not injured at all. Her body can be said to be at its peak, without any small wounds, and she can't do blood tests or other tests. The cut will grow back immediately, and the needle piercing the skin is like touching an iron rod in the winter of Wenjialuo, and it is stuck in the flesh in an instant.

But the Lord Lord's situation cannot be said to be good at all.

She looked unscathed, her face was flushed, and she lay quietly on the bed as if sleeping. But in the blink of an eye, the sleeping angel turned into a body possessed by an evil spirit. Blood spurted out from every pore suddenly, her skin burst and grew again, like a puppet that was torn apart and mended randomly, the broken internal organs grew randomly, body tissues proliferated outside the body, and her body instantly swelled into a terrifying human-shaped mass of flesh . If An Xu could see himself with other people's eyes, he would probably gasp and say: This is the character in Silent Hill who went wrong, right?

The doctors took the courage to cut off the overgrown parts. This operation is simple and rough. It only needs to be fast (before the next thing that is not right grows out) and be precise. There is no need to stop the bleeding. After cutting to a certain extent, the Earl himself will Heals quickly by himself. Even the bold and careful surgeons were a little dazed by this scene. They felt like carpenters, carving human figures out of flesh and blood.

The lord who underwent the surprise operation will be resurrected from the flesh and become the sleeping angel until the next outbreak.

There was no blood on the operating table, and the blood was tightly adsorbed on the piece of meat, and could even drill back. The "parts" cut out by surgery can fill several large buckets. No one knows how that petite body gushes out so much flesh and blood, and those flesh and blood fragments will even twist after leaving the body, like the tail of a gecko. Anxu's overly active body is like a leech, like a cancer cell, like Tomie described by Junji Ito... When she is unconscious, people around her will not think of these metaphors, which is more in line with the local conditions and customs of Yamenan Yes, like a demon in hell.

People are tight-lipped about it.

No one thought about what kind of demon this scene looked like, they only cared about whether she would be safe and sound and when she would wake up. The nurses stared at her, fortunately they pushed her into the operating room as soon as the abnormality appeared. The doctors stared at her, calm and steady. The city officials and military officers worked hard to deal with the post-war affairs, and the increasingly mature rules and regulations could deal with this tragic beast tide. The priests of the Evangelical Church prayed for the lord, and the insiders who saw Anxu's illness did not plan to exorcise the demon. They firmly believed that if people like Earl Anna were devils, there would be no saints in this world.

The believers in the gods are not as devout as the priests, and their ideas are more extreme: if the Thunder Queen is a god, they believe in the gods; if she is the devil, then go to the devil.

The first thing Alva did after his arrival was to test the cut flesh from the operation and burn all the excess. The Mynahs at Nightingale's Throat replace the nurses who were helping in the hospital, ensuring secrecy and checking to see if anyone has taken their own flesh - indeed, a piece of flesh was stolen back by a fanatical admirer of Count Anna He hid it at home, and his child accidentally ate it, and then the high fever persisted, his body was swollen, and he died of tumors.

The chief medical officer has studied the rat monsters in the plague, the parchment with strange lines drawn under the mouse cage, and the flesh and blood of Earl Anna, etc. Although he could not get the answers hidden in these non-alchemy things, he can be said to have delved into it Deepest people. After a brief groping, Alva gathered some of the most important people in Anna's territory and announced his research results.

"Overload." He said, "Count Anna has excess energy due to unknown reasons, and it is very likely that she will lose her balance and end up like the nurse's child. The excess energy must be channeled out."

"Your Earl's...growth," Charlotte found a softer word, "is it consuming energy?"

"It's a drop in the bucket." Alva shook his head, "According to my experiments, that kind of energy can only be shunted to living things, and the separated flesh and blood are not a good carrier. It is difficult to grow a Bungalow's flesh just by growing and combing." It's useless. Every split will destroy the balance of her body, and the chance of getting through the next split is still five or five."

"You mean, let living people bear the energy of the Earl?" someone asked.

"Yes." Alva said bluntly, "The stronger the ability, the stronger the carrying capacity."

"What happens to the person who carries the strength?"

"Everyone's tolerance is different, and there is a very small possibility that the shared power will not exceed that person's tolerance. Everyone is happy." Alva knocked on the experimental mouse that had turned into a mass of rotten meat on the table, "But more The biggest possibility is overload, if you can maintain the balance of your own energy, you will become like Earl Anna, if you can't maintain it, you will die."

"We once captured a member of the Royal Knights, he is a very powerful person." Charlotte said, "How about using him as a carrier?"

"Using an enemy as a carrier is a certain risk." Alva replied, "The excess energy that causes trouble is also strength. If he is lucky enough not to be overloaded, the shared powerful force can turn him into a terrifying enemy all at once."

"How about using multiple supernatural beings to divert death row prisoners?" said the leader of the picket team.

"Every diversion, like every division, will cause an imbalance, which is equivalent to increasing the risk a lot." Alva vetoed.

"I'll do it," Chris said.

All eyes fell on him.

"My supernatural strength is one of the best in Wenjialuo, and I am most likely to survive after diverting the energy from the Earl." Chris said, "Every soldier must prepare for his own funeral before going to the battlefield, and I have already Post-death transition plan and backup staff ready. I'm the best fit."

"Maybe there are other ways..." the person who has a better relationship with the chief knight said hesitantly.

"Every minute of delay increases the risk of death for the Earl. I am Earl Anna's chief knight, and I am very happy to help." Chris said succinctly and firmly, "Mr. Alva, please do it. "

Earl Anna has no other relatives who can speak to her condition, and the final decision rests with the doctor. Alva stared at the earl's first knight and her omega, and nodded slowly.

"If you decide," he said.

It was settled.

People left silently, and they all saluted Chris before leaving. The operating room was quickly set up. Count Anna had just experienced another attack, and she needed to wait for her to stabilize before starting the shunt. The chief medical officer and the chief knight stood in her ward, waiting for that moment.

"I will never understand you people, you, the soldiers who died protecting others...although I thank you." Alva said suddenly, "I will not die for anyone."

Chris smiled and said, "Everyone's choice is different."

"I can't understand you, it's always been." Alva said, "It's obviously not your responsibility, but you have to stand up. What is it for this time? To repay the favor? To make the world a better place? I can understand you Doing it without understanding that you're willing to die for it. You know what, you were just laughing."

"She is kind to me, she can make the world a better place." Chris paused, "And I love her."

Alva stared at him with wide eyes, as if he heard something extremely absurd.

"I love her," Chris repeated with a smile, and he found it was not a bad feeling to tell people. "I woke up and saw her fall, and it felt worse than falling myself. Got to work with the army, and every time she comes back she's either lying awake or worse than lying, and I can't do anything... I'm really happy that I can finally do something for her."

Alva showed a toothache expression, he endured it for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Are you addicted to being abused?"

"She wasn't mean to me," Chris corrected.

"Not bad for you." The doctor sneered and hugged his arms, "If you are the kind of omega who feels quite happy given the status, I won't ask you at all. She raped you—don't deny it, we Can see it when they check you out for the first time - put a dog collar on you, play you for fun, and then you say you love her? Love her for what? A good lord? When you can take everyone else down Giving you status, even if you are an omega? Occasionally listen to you? Uh huh, treating an omega like this is really a great gift."

"She is a hero, a great lord, a genius, and a savior. Yes, she is. But no matter how wise and mighty she is, it is still outside." As if unable to brake, Alva continued in one breath: "If a beast horde The hero comes home and rapes #rapeyou, she's just a **** to you. To die for her hero's part? Incomprehensible but amazing. But love her? Are you a masochist?"

Chris listened quietly, neither embarrassed nor exasperated by what he said. He said at the end of Alva's speech: "She is not like father, mother."

Alva pursed his lips with an ugly face.

Chris's father was a baron stationed at the Tibes line of defense, and that female alpha could be called a battle hero on the battlefield. She fought bravely, treated her own private army well, and let disabled men work in her manor. One of the wounded soldiers later became Chris' swordsmanship teacher and chivalry enlightenment.

In that respect, the Baron was a good man, but in private she was a complete mess. She allowed her soldiers to spoil the omegas near the battlefield at will, and the omegas she spoiled were countless, including Alva, who was amazingly beautiful when she was young. She can be regarded as fond of Alva. Among so many omega's, the baron only married Alva, and even indulged this omega's weird hobbies, making an exception and arranging an alchemist's laboratory for him—— You know, an omega cannot be an alchemist.

In the words of the baron and her cronies, she was simply stunned by Alva, and she could be called a lover. As for the baron's omega, who didn't want such a trivial matter as this marriage, it was out of their concern.

Chris's mother, Alva, is only twelve years older than Chris.

Alva has always hated his alpha deeply from beginning to end, no matter how much she "loves" him. He always remembers the good soldier and good lord who raped him, insulted him, forced him to bear a child, beat him after his escape attempt and chained him to a high wall for ten years. After more than ten years of forbearance, Alva finally found a chance to let his alpha die in an "accident".

No one suspected that he did it, and almost everyone (including the baron who still felt that his omega was just messing with her before his death) thought that he should fall in love with the alpha who was devoted to him. You see, they have been married for so many years, and their children are so old.

If conditions permit, Alva wants to open the brains of everyone who thinks so, and see what **** is in it.

"I am different from you, and Ann and my father are different. I love her, not because she is kind to me. We met a long time ago, she can understand me, and when we meet again, she is approaching our ideal. I Love her thoughts, even though she sometimes seems to be messed up when she does things, you can still see her ideas from it, which is different from the general concept of the world, hers is better, and...it seems too grandiose to say so.” Chris laughed, "Actually, it's hard to say clearly, falling in love is falling in love. There is nothing shameful about admitting falling in love with an alpha."

Alva was speechless.

There was silence in the ward until An Xu's breathing became even. Alva felt for her pulse and said it was time to start.

"Good luck," Alva said to Chris.

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Anxu is flying.

She flies in the endless blue sky, surrounded by flocks of birds with feathers of flame. Firecrow made a rough cry, but it didn't disturb her. She was one of them, with great wings, and a pointed beak, and feathers of fire, and they were going North, for the summer was here.

Time passed day by day, and every day was as leisurely as a holiday without a deadline, full of idyllic and poetic. Every day looks so similar that An Xu can't tell the difference between this day and that day. The sky is bright, the sky is dark again, the weather is hot, and the weather is cool. When it was time to migrate to the south, Anxu's feathers went out and then froze, and the surrounding birds also turned into big white birds.

Spring and autumn look pretty much the same, the only difference is whether it goes from winter to summer or from summer to winter, but when summer and winter cycle back and forth, there is no calendar record, and the year to year becomes very similar. From summer to spring, from winter to spring, she became dull-headed in this day-to-day passing, not worrying about being hungry or being preyed, the thoughts in her mind became more and more monotonous, and many concepts became quite thin.

One day, the sky turned red and the world shook. An Xu looked at the meteors falling in the sky, and suddenly had a strange thought: Shouldn't the meteor shower happen before...?

Before?

before what?

The accompanying birds were scattered by the meteorite rain, but An Xu stayed where he was. She found that there was no longer flame or frost on her body, only ordinary feathers remained. That's right, she thought, ice and fire are good and bad, after all, they are not what she originally had. As the saying goes, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as her own doghouse... Thinking of this, she felt that something was wrong, the dusty feathers on her body Is it something you already have? Born with feathers? With wings? Can fly? Want to migrate?

Anxu has been migrating for many years, many, many years, too long to count, but he has not forgotten the concept of years. There are 365 days in a year, and there are 12 months. Each month has about 30 days. February is very short. People with birthdays on February 29th are so miserable. It takes four years to celebrate a birthday. .

Why would a bird think this?

As more thoughts that didn't belong to me popped up, the sky shook even more. I don't know when the day turned into night, and the surrounding scenery became very huge. No, I became smaller. She found herself flying up from the river, and countless streamers of light flew down from the night sky, and then the lake was evaporated dry, and her companion died. She found herself standing by the lake, the night still, the water shimmering, her companions tucking up one foot and tucking their heads into their feathers.

An Xu suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu, she had a premonition that a meteor shower would fall from the sky, and she would survive as a survivor with the meteorite fragment on her left wing. It was a "premonition" rather than a "memory". She raised her head, and the strong sense of disobedience finally broke through her chaotic mind.

Time is running backwards.

The world shook violently when she realized this, the sky collapsed downwards, the earth arched upwards, countless cyclones rose in midair, and the gravity increased hundreds of times at this instant, almost crushing her directly. An Xu is expanding and shrinking, she is like a piece of paper thrown into the drum washing machine, and the whole world rushes towards her. When this world collapses, there is no sound. Whether it is a landslide or a star falling to the ground, there is only one melody in the world: thump, thump, thump...

Under this heavy pressure, An Xu's consciousness became blurred, as if he had fallen into a half-dream and half-awake. This has happened, she struggled to think, it has happened many times, reincarnation, reincarnation... This thought faded away soon after it appeared, like a blurred watercolor painting.

Anxu is flying.

She flies in the endless blue sky, surrounded by flocks of birds whose feathers are frost. The white birds chirped crisply, and she was the biggest of them all. Her wings could cover a village, her beak was long and pointed, and her feathers were frosted. They are going south because winter is here.

An Xu seemed to be dreaming, unlike the rare lucid dream, this dream was as chaotic as most people's nights, and he couldn't remember what happened just now. She didn't know that she was dreaming, she couldn't remember what happened in the last moment, and she didn't know how many times this scene happened. Every scene is a new beginning, and every scene seems familiar. Naturally, An Xu can't compare it with the previous round, so she can't find it. Every time she breaks away from the reincarnation, her memories that are always on and off will fade even more.

After a few more rounds, An Xu will no longer suspect that he is something other than a bird.

She once again spent one hundred and twenty years as an Asuka, during which she did not think about anything that did not belong to "her" thinking. But on a certain day in the 121st year, she suddenly felt lighter.

It doesn't seem to be very accurate to say this. The feeling is not that some heavy object has fallen off the body, but that the whole body is lightened, as if walking out of a swimming pool, and I am not used to this much lighter state for a while. Speaking of which, what is a swimming pool? Before this idea turned the corner, An Xu suddenly felt that the pressure was pouring in a certain direction.

Like a hole in a pool full of water, the water rushes out of that hole. She looked around in a daze, the sky was still the lazy blue sky, and the birds around were also small and numerous. She turned her head from one side to another, but she couldn't find the hole she expected. An Xu always felt that there would be a hole in the sky, and it was through that gap that the weight of disappearance slipped out.

But nothing.

If a meteorite fell from the sky at this time, An Xu would not be surprised. As she thought this way, the image of meteorites scattered in her mind appeared in her mind, and then on her retina. The clear sky, which was cloudless just now, suddenly turned into a black and raging night, and then burning stars scattered and lit up. When the reincarnation came to an end again, An Xu's paralyzed mind recalled the chaotic cognition again, and he was about to be extinguished by the heavy pressure of the end of reincarnation. But this time, there is less stress around you that can slow your mind down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Xu's thoughts turned like a fan turned on.

-"who am I?

With a bang, a white light exploded in her mind. The chaotic world is crumbling amidst the deafening doubts, and in the blink of an eye there is another scene of doomsday. An Xu could feel the malice in this tyrannical energy, it wanted to crush and assimilate her soul, leaving only the animal nature that she didn't care about except eating and drinking. But, but, she is not a bird!

"who am I?

I am human, I am Anxu.

This cognition tore apart a corner of the world, and all the doomsday scenes were as pale as pictures drawn on a curtain. She rushed towards the torn gap with all her strength, and at the moment when the world was annihilated and restarted, she rushed out.

Anxu was in the void.

It was pitch black, or maybe it wasn't black, but she couldn't perceive any color. There is only nothingness here, no images, and the sound of heavy heartbeats can be heard from a distance. She couldn't perceive it, and could only move forward with intuition. There was an indescribable "feeling" that made her run firmly in one direction.

Vision lit up.

She heard the horn, the car horn. She saw the bustling pedestrians and vehicles coming and going around her. An Xu stood in the city she was familiar with, looking blankly at this long-lost place, and then, she saw a person who didn't fit in among the hurried pedestrians.

In this modern city, Chris wearing Western fantasy armor.