Veneto suddenly saw the man who was haunted by his dreams, a thousand words in his mouth, his lips moving and unable to speak, half of his body was purple, he slumped on the ground and raised his hand to him, tears flowing straight into his sideburns. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The heat of the pantry lifted Veneto's shawl, blowing her silver hair flying. The core temperature of the hydrogen bomb explosion was 350 million degrees Celsius, and although the "infusion mechanism" of the fifth-generation nuclear weapons poured most of the internal energy into the prisoners, the leaking heat still turned the storage room into a hell's furnace. Even the tempered pipes on the ceiling are red and deformed like soft plastic, dripping and falling, and the room temperature is conservatively estimated to be at the level of a blacksmith's hearth. If Veneto hadn't been for Senhime, he would have been roasted a long time ago.

Zhuang Yan didn't say a word, lowered his head and picked up Veneto's limp body, and began to walk out. When Veneto's shirt first touched Zhuang Yan's arms, it suddenly spontaneously combusted, like a piece of paper touching a red-hot iron tong, and it suddenly lit up an open flame, which made Veneto's slender waist tremble, and there seemed to be a burn on his back. But Zhuang Yan didn't take two steps, and his body temperature dropped sharply, gradually falling below 800 degrees Celsius, approaching room temperature. Veneto, who was hugged by his princess, felt like he had been scalded by boiling water while taking a bath, and immediately adjusted to the normal lukewarm water level and began to enjoy comfort.

She burst into tears and laughed, reached out to hook Zhuang Yan's neck, and sobbed and said, "You, you're back......"

But she ticked the blanks.

Because after Zhuang Yan's body temperature drops to room temperature, his body also tends to be transparent, and he is gradually unable to maintain a complete body structure. When Veneto stretched out his hand to hook his neck, he realized that Zhuang Yan's back was rapidly shattering, turning into powder and drifting away, quickly dissolving in the air, and the speed of dissipating the smoke was as fast as a sugar cube falling into a glass of water, and half of it dissolved before it sank to the bottom.

Veneto suddenly realized that the speed at which Zhuang Yan's body temperature dropped represented the speed at which his energy was lost. When he is full of energy, he can even resist the fragments of the rocks; But after the loss of energy, he couldn't even maintain the correct body shape.

When he walked to the door, Zhuang Yan was only a layer like a piece of paper, still looking down at her gently, and finally said softly: "The limit...... You're going to have to wait for me to come back. ”

Behind Zhuang Yan, the load-bearing steel beams of the storage room finally fused in the high temperature and collapsed, like a burst of red-hot meteorite rain, and the red and clear pipes and building materials crackled and smashed down, burying the hot scarlet storage room into a blazing ruin, setting off a rolling heat wave. The debris scattered by Zhuang Yan's body was swept over his head by the heat wave, like the wild sand entrained by the gale, and the "hulala" rubbed shoulders, which was spectacular.

Veneto shook his head in horror and shouted, "No, you are not allowed to leave, you stay......"

Zhuang Yan's skull was shattered, turning into a puff of light smoke and turning into an omnipresent cloud of particles. The powerful arms that supported Veneto also drifted into smoke, and the human figure that had just stood scattered and faded away like ink in clear water in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a wisp of color.

Veneto fell to the ground and heard Richelieu's heart-rending scream come from afar: "Zhuang Yan! Zhuang Yan! ”

The dull thud of the saber against the boots approached sharply. In the crashing sound of the steel, Richelieu ran in a panic, puffed on Veneto, hugged Veneto's soft body hard, patted her red cheeks gently, and tears dripped on Veneto's face: "What about Zhuang Yan?" Zhuang Yan! How did he disappear, he was there, how did he disappear!? ”

Veneto's consciousness was confused, and he cheered up and shouted softly: "Go, you go!" ”

Richelieu saw that Veneto's short skirt was burned in rags, and that there were countless holes in the stockings, and when he looked up, he saw that the whole wall of the storage room was already red and clear, and the whole tempered wall had been heated to a faint glow of red glass, and if it were not for the support of other load-bearing walls, I am afraid that this corridor would have collapsed long ago. Richelieu thought of Zhuang Yan carrying Veneto to the corridor, and suddenly understood the situation.

The hallway is collapsing. No matter what the reason for Zhuang Yan's disappearance was, the last thing he did in the world was still to hold Veneto out of danger. Even if Richelieu can't find the lost Zhuang Yan, he must at least fulfill Zhuang Yan's strong wish: to take Veneto out of this scorching hell.

Without saying a word, Richelieu gritted his silver teeth and desperately picked up Veneto, stumbling out. As she rushed to the stairwell, the structure behind her was molten in the heat, the red walls were tilted like unstable plasticine, and the melted steel pipes fell into the sky like stone stalactites, dripping with water. The heat swept in, burning Richelieu's vest; The collapse came one after another, shaking the corridor beneath his feet.

When Richelieu rushed into the stairwell with the soft Veneto in his arms, he looked back and saw that the entire storage room had been completely eroded by the heat, like an ice sculpture that had melted out of shape, and turned into a soft ruin; Eventually, even the ceiling was melted through, and the vehicles and instruments parked in the upper work bays all slid down and fell, melting into a lazy mass in the red-hot ruins.

Even Richelieu, who is a war queen, can't withstand this rolling heat. She didn't dare to stop, she didn't even dare to take the elevator, she rushed into the stairwell with Veneto in her arms, and ran up desperately.

The Sword Furnace had been evacuated to a sparsely populated area, and in the empty underground arsenal, only Richelieu was left struggling to climb. The steps in front of her seemed never-ending, but Richelieu's perseverance kept her on for a moment, like a firefighter rescuing survivors, holding her breath and struggling to escape.

After a thrilling shake, the entire base finally stopped trembling crookedly and fell completely silent.

Wei Dongxian accepted the special treatment uneasily and flew away from the base in advance, but she was speechless all the way, as if she had lost something in the base.

Song Dan had a premonition, clutched the railing of the evacuation cabin, looked at Xiao Xuan, who was silently weeping, and frowned to think about the ins and outs.

Su Xiaomei nervously wrung her hands, stupidly staring at Xiao Xuan, who lowered her head and wiped her tears, extremely distressed but helpless.

Xiao Xuan clutched the chess pieces that Richelieu had thrown on his chair, and there was still the handwriting left by the pencil on it.

"You are a self-destructive warrior and will be favored; You are a believer in the ideal, and you will be favored; You are righteous and will be favored; You are an angel who protects the weak and will be favored. ”

Zhuang Yan's handwriting is neat and upright, like a pious pilgrim copying scriptures.

She thought she had mastered sentimentality, but when she saw these lines, her thoughts poured back, and she bowed her head and muttered: "Liar, I hate you to death, liar." ”

Then the door of the evacuation chamber opened, and a squad of gendarmes sent back several people to escort the next group.

Xing Yan received Zhuang Yan's obituary, and was silent at the door for a long time before he walked in and announced unscrupulously:

"The good news for everyone is that the threat lurking in the base has been cleared by Dr. Zhuang Yan. The infected hemolytic bacteria will then enter a dormant period, and your life has been basically guaranteed. In order to control the epidemic and increase the survival rate, Dr. Zhuang Yan suggested that you apply to become volunteers with the latest hibernation technology developed by the country, and use the low temperature that can make cells dormant to inhibit the physiological activities of hemolytic bacteria and achieve the purpose of delaying the onset of the disease. During the time of hibernation, the country will make every effort to develop special drugs to save everyone's lives. ”

The people in the evacuation warehouse were stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into cheers of joy, and countless forms, hats, and ties flew into the air, and no one picked them up.

Song Dan covered his teary eyes, and his ecstasy was uncontrollable. Su Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, shook Xiao Xuan's sleeve and asked, "Is it true that after I wake up, my beautiful classmates will be older than me?" ”

Xing Yan stared at the carnival crowd silently, and suddenly chiseled the hatch three times with the butt of his gun, attracting everyone's surprised attention and making the scene silent.

"Until then, please follow me to pay a moment of silence to Dr. Zhuang Yan." Xing Yan gritted his teeth and said, his words sonorous and objective: "He is the most daring liar I have ever seen, the most lawless fanatic I have ever seen, but these flaws and shortcomings cannot stop my admiration for him - he is the most ferocious warrior, the most intelligent scholar, the strongest loser, and the most hot-blooded idealist I have ever seen." He fell for ten years and had nothing; But because He is dead, so you can live. So please join me in paying tribute to this selfless sling. ”

Xing Yan weakly lowered his hand holding the gun, lowered his proud head heavily, closed his eyes in a stirred mood, and fantasized about the brilliant and beautiful battle of tomorrow.

Zhuang Yan, I will never let you die in vain.

The reason why Wei Xu dared to withdraw was because the prisoner was invincible. But you killed the prisoners, as if you had cut off the arms of the Lieutenant and severed the five fingers of the Bright Retreat. Next, everything will enter the expected orbit of the Republic, a new era will finally be unveiled, and the plan of the Heavenly Court will surely reign over the world, and no one will stop it. The Dragon Age has arrived.

We will draw our swords, we will roar and declare war on alien xenos, and we will not forget who was the first martyr to die and who beheaded the first enemy in this grand epic battle.

It's an honor to walk with you, and I will continue to fight for you.

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The entire evacuation bin was stunned, standing in the cabin with their hands down, unable to believe the bad news.

The section chief died?

He was a civilian researcher, he couldn't even wear a firearm, and the battlefield had nothing to do with him - how could he be killed?

Sobbs came and went. When Xing Yan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, all his colleagues tacitly kept quiet and mourned together for their rescuer.

The audience stood solemnly, with only two people sitting.

Song Dan seemed to have his spine removed, his eyes widened, with two lines of dazed tears, he fell on the chair in a daze, he couldn't feel his limbs like a high paraplegic, his lips moved and muttered: "That's it...... He's dead? ”

Even she didn't know whether she was referring to Zhuang Yan or a prisoner.

Xiao Xuan had known this ending for a long time. Ever since she embed a hydrogen bomb in her protective suit, she has endured the truth and kept her mouth shut until now. By now, she had turned into a statue, unresponsive to the noise of the outside world.

Two dejected women are separated by longing for the figure, each of them sad. (To be continued.) )