Later on, they ford the Chichu Heaven trio with Mountain Crow and Thistle Xuedong, often appearing together in the public eye.
With a light touch, they obliterated tens of thousands of the Insect Race. The soldiers present were stunned for a long ti, only coming to after the alarm ringing over the base was lifted. Many soldiers silently bowed their heads; they had thought the gap between them and the strong was significant, but didn't realize it was an unbridgeable chasm, unreachable even by traversing the desert to its end.
Most of them had already burned half their lives in this desert, where the vast yellow sand buried not only their youth and freedom, but also their old photographs filled with longing, buried with them when so veterans died on the battlefield without ever seeing their families again.
"Why won't those high-ranking people co to end it all?" one soldier said, head bowed, though the voice was not loud, it was clearly caught by Yun Que.
"Clearly, with their Power, they could soon put an end to it, yet they sit high and watch us perish in the desert. Are the lives of us soldiers truly not lives?"
"Always sweet talk, truly a bunch of hypocrites."
Yun Que's eyes narrowed, Mountain Crow ca to his side, seeing the youth shake his head, he said nothing.
The crisis relieved, they followed Mondeville back into the base. After Yun Que had displayed his abilities, the major suddenly beca silent, tightening his face as he walked ahead without speaking, heading deeper into the forward base's research room, where Dr. Kreif was.
Those soldiers were growing increasingly wary of them, the air's oppressive haze did not dissipate with the end of the battle but instead had a calm feeling like curtains about to reveal the truth.
An old soldier's weathered eyes rested on the three of them, he expertly used a small knife to cut open a predator's spider pincer, from which a saliva-like semi-solid substance flowed out. He collected it, patiently waiting for it to solidify at room temperature and then break it into pieces, picking up a piece and putting it into his mouth.
The drug Vermilion Saliva, circulating throughout Chichu Heaven, used to suppress people's fear, is simply processed from the salivary fluid of the Eight-legged Spider Race. For them, Vermilion Saliva is as common as food and water in daily life, accompanying them from birth to death. Yet few, except these soldiers, know the production process of these vermilion crystals.
"Dr. Kreif is inside. He's currently too busy to co out, please wait outside for a while, I'll go in and notify him."
"What a spectacle." Mountain Crow raised an eyebrow, jokingly spreading his hands, "A small-ti researcher making three Patriarchs wait outside the door. Saying this outside would make us the laughingstock among the juniors. Where does this leave the pride of Mountain Crow?"
The response was dead silence. Thistle Xuedong sharply noticed that the gate they had co through was closed, and soldiers who were originally positioned outside silently moved towards them. The nearest female soldier appeared to be checking the ti, but the gun barrel hidden under her military uniform was already exposed, flashing greenish-black.
Beside her, several male soldiers approached the armored vehicle. If a firefight broke out, this would be the quickest position to take shelter.
Before they realized it, a 'Tian Luo Di Wang' had already been laid out for them.
Of course, to these three, these subtle changes were as laughable as ants trying to trap an elephant with a hunting net. The only reason the stand-off wasn't imdiate was that the trio still wanted to see what other surprises this forward base could offer them.
At this mont, a slender soldier, clutching a stack of docunts, ran out quickly, breaking the silence. Just as he stumbled, the docunts and materials scattered everywhere, one of them landing at Thistle Xuedong's feet, an experintal report concerning 'Vermilion Saliva.' The symbols on it seed familiar to the woman; she had seen them in the base's water supply system.
"Oh no, oh no, these are all the doctor's research reports. Hope I didn't lose a few pages... Otherwise, the doctor will be upset."
The slim soldier muttered to himself, hurriedly getting up and gathering the scattered materials from the ground. Thistle Xuedong said nothing, bending down silently to help pick them up, handing the stack back to the soldier.
During the exchange, Thistle Xuedong noticed the soldier's thin arms were covered with needle mark bruises, and his face was dirty, looking very dark.
"Thank you."
The soldier scratched his head shyly and smiled.
"What's your na?" Thistle Xuedong asked.
"I have no na; they all call Xiaoliu, is sothing wrong?"
"Nothing." Thistle Xuedong shook her head.
"Are you here for Dr. Kreif?" Xiaoliu asked.
He didn't realize the identity of the three standing before him.
"Yes, there's sothing we need to ask him about." Thistle Xuedong smiled.
"Dr. Kreif is very kind; he cares about each of us soldiers, often checking our physical conditions!" Xiaoliu, ntioning Dr. Kreif, began to praise the researcher effusively.
"Sotis, he even proposes improvents to our daily life by suggesting base facilities, treating us like his own children. Look at those water purifiers, and many sophisticated research equipnts, all his doing."
"He even takes the lead in trading materials with the nearby settlents to address material shortages within the forward base..."
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