The blue-painted Iron Giant stood in front of us, looking down at us as respectful as he could, and a metallic silver voice came from the helmet's breathing grid: "The medical area has been sealed, please wear protective equipment if you want to enter for your safety." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf you are coming to seek medical treatment, please open a separate room. We now have enough empty rooms to work with. ”

There were a few spare spacesuits next to them, and it was obvious that they were not prepared to accept too many people to visit the injured and sick. I wasn't interested in these slightly clumsy guys, and pulled out my breathing mask and put it on, "Is that okay?" ”

The red light from the window of the Space Marine's helmet swept over me, "I advise against skin exposed. ”

It's not so strict, is it? Yes, some diseases can be transmitted through skin-to-skin contact, but are there other diseases that infect the skin without contact but through the air? Aren't respiratory diseases commonly transmitted through air circulation?

But I took off my mask, spread my psionic shield, and stopped Sylvia as she was about to put on her suit, wrapping a shield around her as well.

If you think about it, if it were me, I would also like the people who come to visit me to show their real faces, rather than hiding behind a mask like an enemy - better than nothing...... The hatch was small, and Sylvia stepped forward, almost tightly blocked, and I could tell from the cracks that were showing that there was something unusual about the atmosphere inside.

It was very dim inside, and there seemed to be only a half-dead light in the corner. A smell of blood wafted out, not mixed with the smell of a hospital formed by much medicine and alcohol. I could feel that most people were awake, and I could hear the sound of a surreptitious conversation, and everyone was muffling their voices—not the normal situation, when a large group of energetic men got together, they tended to show off their achievements and scars at their loudest voices, whether in a bar or in a field hospital ward.

The next moment, I followed Sylvia forward and walked into the cabin, and found that the atmosphere in it seemed quite normal.

Two battle nuns stood in the corner of the cabin, heavily armed, including airtight helmets, and holding blasters and flame guns. The dim light shone on them, staining the original silver-white paint into a dull color.

The pressure they exuded caused most of the wounded to lie down honestly and quietly, and even the Fenris, who were not afraid of them at all, lost their usual vitality in this oppressive atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, I noticed that the air was unusually foul, not because of the heavy smell of blood, but because the oxygen concentration was so low that I had to breathe harder to relieve the tightness in my chest. If you live here for a long time, you will be sick if you are not sick.

There is no air circulation here, and when you look up at the top wall, the fan blades of the ventilation ducts are closed.

Not only was there no ventilation, but the temperature in the wards was unusually low, perhaps warm for the Fenris, but the Katakans couldn't stay in that temperature for long. The wounded did not have enough blankets, and even thicker military uniforms were rare, and everyone went into battle lightly when they jumped into the gang, and the consequences of the lack of living materials were only now revealed.

Suddenly, without warning, Sylvia stopped, and I was looking around, when I was caught off guard and hit her headbutt. I was about to raise my hand to rub my nose, but she reached out and grabbed my hand.

We were far from having a tacit understanding with each other to the point where we could transmit information through physical contact, so we hurriedly opened the psychic link.

"Look, it's a battle nun, do you want to kill it secretly?"

A simple sentence vaguely reminded me of the joke she made yesterday when we were crammed into the cramped cockpit of the Thunderbolt. But this time Sylvia clearly had no intention of joking, and her mood was now as depressed and heavy as that of this gloomy cabin.

"And then?" I asked rhetorically.

"What, then?"

"And then what do you do with the crisis at hand? I'd be happy to do if killing these nuns would help, but I can't escape the rest. ”

"So your suggestion is to watch them burn my men?"

"You're going to be a general, and you're going to need someone to do your dirty work with a lot of trouble, aren't you? Of course, a better option would be for me to listen to you and kill these nuns, and then you personally order the purification of these soldiers who may be infected, although it will dirty your hands, but at least it will have some benefits in cultivating your authority. ”

Next, Sylvia used her strong willpower to forcibly break off the psychic connection, resisting my touch out of consciousness, and at the same time her hand was so hard that it almost crushed my finger bones like iron tongs, but as a veteran oilman, I have seen a lot of quiet confrontation like this, and although I am not known for strength, I still easily pull my hand out.

She didn't dwell on me any further, just looked up and looked around the cabin, then turned and walked to the door, ignoring my presence, striding forward like a mammoth ignoring a mouse.

I hurriedly turned sideways to make way for her, and when she walked to the door and grabbed the handle of the cabin door, I turned back and asked, "Who's in charge here?" ”

One of the nuns replied, "The technical sergeant who was originally the Space Wolf was in charge, but he said that the maintenance of the battleship was now a more important job, and he left." ”

That is, has this place been abandoned? Bad news after another.

No, that's not really bad news. Before this, I thought that Erdien had left with his brothers, but I didn't expect to stay. The fact that a master forger was on board gave us great hope - of course, it didn't help the sick and wounded in the ward.

After a pause, the nun added, "Soon our Inquisitor will send a medical nun to take over this place. ”

I remember Eddie saying that there were no medical nuns on his team - of course, anyway, it was solid good news.

The even better news is that the person seems to have arrived, right outside the door.

Before I could say a loud reminder, the hatch was suddenly pulled open, and Sylvia, who was clutching the doorknob, was caught off guard and almost dragged out, and I quickly pulled her from behind to help her regain her balance.

Standing outside the door must have been a medical nun who had just been dispatched. She was about the same height as me, and wore a white robe with a hood, which was very old, and although it was cleanly washed, a closer look could still show specks of blood on the legs and sleeves of the robe. She has not received a lot of mechanical modifications, except for the jacket backpack and two mechanical arms on her back, which are half a metal skull and a red mechanical eye, and the half of her face below is just covered with a mask.

The nun was followed by a mechanical slave, hunched over with a huge backpack.

Although the equipment can't fully reflect the personal strength, such a simple configuration still makes me a little disappointed. It's also cultivated by the Mechanicus Cult.,Even if you can't modify it like Ah Da, only the brain remains,At least you have to be like Erdion in a steel shell - ah no,Erdin's shell is a Space Marine armor.,His own transformation seems to only have a service mechanical arm behind him.,Not even mechanical eyes.。 Looking at the nun's lustrous skin, it was obvious that she was not much older, perhaps just in her early twenties, and it was completely different from the old monsters like Ah Da and Erdien, who had to calculate their age in centuries.

Neither equipment nor experience looks very reliable, and the human body is much more sophisticated than machinery, so how can such a medical nun be competent for the job?

Sneaking a peek into the minds of the two battle nuns behind him, he found that they were also slightly disappointed. Obviously, Eddie didn't send his best medical nun, maybe he just sent an apprentice to deal with it.

------------------------------------------------------- first day of the new year, send one to show that you are still alive. Well, the real situation is that the Bai Fumei who married has just suffered bankruptcy in her family, and no one has helped me repay the mortgage, and after more than half a year, she returned to the pre-liberation period overnight. Moreover, the efficiency of the factory is poor for a while, there are two holidays in three days, and there is no mortgage pressure a while ago, and now the future is bleak. Sure enough, happiness is the illusion of the weak, and it disappears so quickly. It's really an article hateful, it's really a Wen Wang who plays Zhou Yizhong Ni'e and makes the Spring and Autumn Period, and it's really a heaven that will descend to the Si people...... Alas, without further ado, you know.