The next morning, before dawn, Han Yue stood in the middle of the dormitory, his face pale, his hand tightly holding the flamethrower.

He sensed the danger.

His perception deteriorated.

He was surprised to find that there was an extra person in the dormitory. There were three of them last night.

Gao Youhong, Mao Xiaofang, and himself.

There are four people in the dormitory now, and after I fell asleep, there was one more person here, and I didn't even notice it.

Yesterday, when I was testing the flamethrower, I didn't notice the arrival of Aunt Liu Su'e.

At the time, he thought it was a short-term negligence, but now he realizes that it is a complete degradation of his own abilities.

This kind of thing is intolerable.

After returning to Blue Star, even if the fleet is gone, why does it become a weak chicken?

Han Yue has lived in a chaotic and murderous environment for too long, and has forgotten what it feels like to live in a peaceful society, he only feels that his current state is very bad and dangerous, like an undefended baby.

The knotted muscles are gone, the green skin is gone, the powerful power that can tear through the chitin shell of the Zerg is gone, and even the keen perception is gone.

And what about the once-powerful ability to restore and regenerate? Is it still there?

When Han Yue was still an iron Han, he had an incomparable, fungal-like tenacious vitality.

Countless times he was seriously injured in battle, dying, and even had only one braincase left, but in the end, he was able to become full beard and full tail again through his powerful recovery ability, and there were no sequelae at all.

Han Yue's brows furrowed, he felt the need to do a comprehensive test.

This is related to the safety of life, if you lose the strong vitality and recovery ability of the green skin, it will be very chicken to consume the waaagh value to create things. No matter how awesome the green-skinned black technology is, he has to consider whether the weak human body can withstand it.

Han Yue picked up the fruit knife on the table.

Song Bi'an, the fourth person in the dormitory, was lying on the bed, he closed his eyes tightly, shrunk into a ball, and didn't dare to move, he was extremely scared.

He followed the normal schedule last night, after the lights went out in the dormitory, he came back from self-study to wash and rest.

Before dawn, he woke up early and was ready to start the day's study.

Song Bi'an lay in bed for a while, his eyes closed to review yesterday's words, this was a rare indulgence in his day.

In a daze, he found Han Yue standing in front of his bed, his handsome face was annoyed and manic, and his eyes still flashed with cruelty.

He was just about to ask, but in his narrowed vision, he saw Han Yue pick up the fruit knife on the table......

Han Yue picked up the fruit knife and slashed it in the palm of his left hand.

The wound was not very deep, but the flesh and skin tissue were cut, and the tendon was not injured.

The blood seeped out of the incision, and before it could drip down, it was absorbed into the surrounding skin in the blink of an eye.

Flesh sprouts grow from the edges of the neat incisions, and the flesh grows wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound heals extremely quickly, leaving only a faint white mark.

The whole process only lasted 5 minutes. The waaagh in the upper left corner of the field of view costs 67 points.

Han Yue looked at the traces of the wound after healing and breathed a sigh of relief, the tenacious vitality like a fungus was still there.

It's just that the healing speed is too slow, and it also consumes waaagh value.

Although he has mastered the method of obtaining waaagh points steadily, as long as he makes others feel that he is awesome, this is the same operation as the green boss commander clan.

But what if the waaagh value is insufficient? Can't the wound heal?

Han Yue decided to continue the test and test where the limit of resilience was.

He picked up the flamethrower he had made yesterday and adjusted the flames to the right size.

Then he reached over with his left hand.

Soon, the smell of burnt feathers filled the air.

Han Yue thought of it and did it, not thinking about the other people in the dormitory at all.

After hundreds of years of green-skinned life, the simple and crude way of behavior without thinking about the consequences has been integrated into his blood. And his former status as a clan leader and fleet commander also made him disdain to consider the feelings of others.

Gao Youhong and Mao Xiaofang have not woken up yet.

Song Bi'an was terrified.

He clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, not daring to make any sound.

He saw Han Yue pick up the fruit knife.

I saw Han Yue slashing his palm with a fruit knife.

Seeing Han Yue observing the wound with interest.

But no signs of pain were seen on Han Yue's face.

Song Bi'an almost screamed, but the madness and tyranny on Han Yuejun's face made him hold back his screams......

He shuddered.

He saw Han Yue pick up a strange handicraft made of a wooden pole, a cardboard box, and a hair dryer.

See this tattered thing spew spewing hot flames.

I saw Han Yue stretch out his hand.

When your palms are scorched, you turn the back of your hand towards the flames.

The smell of barbecue fills the dormitory.

Han Yue quickly extinguished the flames, and he found that maintaining the flamethrower and restoring the flesh and skin tissue of his palm at the same time consumed too much waaagh value.

In just a few moments, the waaagh value was just over 700 points.

Moreover, it is impossible to calculate how much waaagh the Spitfire consumes and how much it consumes to restore the palm.

He decided to go the other way.

Han Yue put away the flamethrower, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and walked outside.

Hearing the footsteps of Han Yue leaving, Song Bi'an's tense nerves relaxed and he gasped violently.

His covers were soaking wet.

His heart was scared, which was more than ...... The feeling of not reviewing all the knowledge points three times before the exam is even more scary.

Song Bi'an got out of bed and walked lightly, afraid of provoking Han Yue back.

Picked up the word encyclopedia, pressure shock, pressure shock, to memorize the words pressure shock.

In the dormitory, the smell of roasted protein has not yet dissipated.

Mao Xiaofang sniffled, smacked his mouth a few times, and shouted in his sleep: "Roast!" There is barbecue! Xiao Gao, you're eating barbecue behind my back! ”

Gao Youhong turned over and responded, "Call me Brother Gao!" Where is the barbecue? The meat is so burnt that I can't eat it! ”

Song Bi'an's gaze briefly left the word book, glanced at Gao Youhong and Mao Xiaofang, and found that both of them still had their eyes closed.

This...... Talking in a dream can catch the stubble...... These two people are too abnormal!

There is also Han Yue, Han Yue is also abnormal, doing such a scary thing in the early morning delays his study.

He sighed, "It seems that 405 is just me." ”

Shaking his head, Song Bi'an continued to memorize the words again.

After Han Yue left the dormitory, he didn't take the stairs, but went directly to the end of the corridor, opened the window, jumped and jumped from the fourth floor.

Since you want to test the limits of your body, you have to be comprehensive.

The first thing to test is a fall from a height.

Before going to bed last night, he looked at the ceiling fan on the ceiling of the dormitory and had many ideas for making flying machines out of waaagh value.

If you don't resist falling, then even if you build these things, you won't be able to use them.

As a senior green-skinned machine tyrant, Han Yue knows that one of the major characteristics of green-skin technology is instability, and the weapon will explode at any time, and it may fall from the sky at any time. The things made by the green skin technology must rely on the rough skin and thick flesh before they can be used.

Han Yue fell into the flower bed in front of the apartment building, his feet on the ground, leaving deep shoe prints in the soft soil.

There was a severe soft tissue injury and bone crack in the left foot, and some dislocation in the right foot.

Han Yue frowned, it was only four stories high, he was actually injured, this body was too weak.

He stood up and walked forward as if he didn't feel pain.

At first, it was a bit of a limp. With the sound of clattering bones and rubbing against each other, he walked more and more steadily.

After a few tens of meters, he walked as usual, not at all like a person who had just jumped from the fourth floor.

The injuries in both feet had recovered, and he glanced at the waaagh value, which was only 502 points left.

The recovery of bones and ligaments consumes more waaagh energy than skin and flesh.

The genius was bright, and no one saw Han Yue's feat of jumping off the building.

Han Yue walked towards the playground.

……

The first floor of the boys' apartment No. 3.

Dormitory room.

Qinglong Liu Su'e suddenly opened her eyes.

"There is a situation!"

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This is a sand sculpture novel, and the content about Warhammer 40k in it does not necessarily conform to the official setting, and many of them are just borrowing a concept. After the magic change of the sand sculpture author, please don't care about it.

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