Special Forces Medic Chapter 906 878: Angel

——Staining the ocean with heavy tal, covering the forests with yellow sands, these are the people who burn the sky with smoke-filled winds!

——Adam's first wife, becoming the bride of Hell, all of this is the wicked sin of that wild woman!

——Once the most radiant existence in the heavens, yet fostering the rebellion of the beautiful Fallen Angels!

——Oh, you who repeat the sa mistakes over and over again!

——Listen to the sighs of the winged race soaring in the sky...

——They are the ssengers of the Creator God, warning of the coming day of judgnt

——They are neither Gods nor humans...

——Their na is Angel

Clack! Closing the hard black cover, raising thin dust, the white gloves imprinted with the sa gray, yet indifferently rubbing against each other.

The dust seems to be branded firmly within the white fibers, impossible to erase. Its owner glanced at it unconcernedly and continued to wipe the black cover with white, on its surface were silver embossed letters, boldly spelling 'Fallen Angels', while inconspicuously on the edge, the word 'Bible' is inscribed, inevitably sparking a different kind of association.

After restoring the deep black, the white was no longer white. The owner of the gloves slowly took them off and tossed them aside. He opened the cover again, his fingertips exploring the place he just read. The light forming a halo on his incandescent face, his rosy lips slightly parted, and a thin layer of tal lay on his straight nose.

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In fact, if you look closely, you can find that each line of text is embossed, but this does not an it is a book for the blind, rather it's a kind of extraordinarily expensive fake publication. It seems to be the only one in the world, unique and unparalleled.

"Master, it's ti for your dication." The spasms quickly spread from his fingers to his entire arm, possibly infecting the whole body soon.

"Put it there!" Barked a few syllables from the rosy lips. The sound of contact between objects made the man react slightly, shifting his gaze from the book to the tabletop. The tal vessel was spotless, not even a fingerprint, shining brightly enough to serve as a mirror. The man scrutinized his reflection, extending his right hand to touch his face. His expression was unreadable, but his slow movents suggested deep seriousness.

"Bring up the image."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man standing behind him efficiently connected to the video interface. The image revealed a female body lying flat within a giant glass case, perfect proportions, snow-white skin, long eyelashes under closed eyes, her black hair exuding a grayish hue.

She seed like a silent corpse, yet there was a faint sense of rise and fall, only on her chest lay a long, deep scar, flesh rolling from inside out with a hint of blood threads, vividly fresh, making it impossible to think she's rely a corpse. Brought back from Yanjing, she has spent countless ti here—has she died?

The middle-aged man standing before the screen had eyes filled with pity and denial; this opportunity always appeared with this person, whether past or present, always extending life within this glass chamber after severe trauma.

The black hardcover book was carefully placed at the edge of the table. The image flickered and reduced to a line, darkening the screen, the room becoming pitch-black, not a sliver of light seeped into this room. It seed prohibited, even breathing slowed in this space, making one unable to hear any living creature's sound. It was horrifying; if not aware of the presence within, one could think it was just an empty room. But in reality, there was a person here, standing, eyes open.

Darkness is not frightening; the creatures living within are terrifying. They may be unknown entities or savage hunters; however, these aren't the most chilling. It's not unknown creatures that instill fear in darkness—it's humans!

Humans who can rge with darkness are the entities people are unwilling to ntion or recall. They have thoughts, goals, and most disturbingly, they may appear before you unpredictably, leaving no place to hide or escape.

In the darkness, Mu Rongyun felt a sudden chill at his spine. He laid down his pen and scanned the surroundings. The room held no peculiarities and was thoroughly visible.

Yet this cold began to assault him from all sides monts ago. He slowly rose from his position. He never considered this place, representing the highest attributes of the police world, to be particularly safe. On the contrary, it's rife with vulnerabilities, only its authoritative definition engenders fear, creating an impersonal implant of intimidation! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to cast recomndation votes, monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)