I Like This Dream!

Just like the upgraded version of the beast tide a few years ago, the Wenjialuo Defense Line sent off the beast tide with difficulty and picked up a lord who came back lying down.

The doctors gathered again, but there was nothing they could do. Count Anna was not seriously injured, but not injured at all. Her body was considered to be at its peak, with no minor wounds and no tests such as blood draws. The incision will grow immediately, and the needle that pierces the skin is like touching an iron rod in the winter of Wenjialuo, and it is instantly stuck in the flesh.

But the situation of the lord is not good at all.

She looked unscathed, her face was glowing, and she was lying quietly on the bed as if she was sleeping peacefully. But in just a blink of an eye, the sleeping angel turned into a body possessed by an evil spirit. Blood spurted out from every pore. Her skin exploded and grew, like a rag doll that was torn apart and mended at will. The broken internal organs grew randomly, and body tissues proliferated outside the body. Her body instantly expanded into a terrifying human-shaped mass of flesh. . If An Xu could see himself with other people's eyes, he would probably gasp and say: Is this a character in Silent Hill who ran into the wrong place?

The doctors bravely cut off the overgrown parts. This operation is simple and crude. It only needs to be done quickly (before the next thing that is not right grows) and accurately. There is no need to stop the bleeding. When the cutting is done to a certain extent, the Earl himself will do it. Healed quickly on his own. Even the brave and careful surgeons were somewhat confused by this scene. They felt like carpenters carving human figures from flesh and blood.

The lord who has undergone the surprise surgery will resurrect from the flesh and blood and return to the sleeping angel until the next outbreak.

There is no blood on the operating table. The blood is tightly adsorbed on the meat and can even drill back. The "parts" cut from the surgery can fill several large barrels. No one knows how so much flesh and blood can be poured out of that petite body. Those flesh and blood fragments will even twist after being separated from the body, like a gecko's tail that fell off. Ansu's overly active body is like leeches, like cancer cells, like Tomie in Junji Ito's works... When she is unconscious, people around her will not think of these metaphors, which are more in line with the local customs of Amenan. The saying is, like a demon in hell.

People are tight-lipped about it.

No one thought about what kind of devil this scene looked like. They only cared about whether she would be safe and when she would wake up. The nurses kept an eye on her so that they could push her into the operating room as soon as something abnormal appeared. The doctors stared at her, dropping the knife calmly and steadily. Municipal officials and military officers went to great lengths to deal with post-war matters, and increasingly mature rules and regulations could cope with this tragic tide of beasts. The priests of the Evangelical Church prayed for the lord, and the insiders who had seen Anxu's illness did not intend to exorcise the devil. They firmly believe that if people like Count Anna were devils, there would be no saints in this world.

People in the know who were less pious than the priests had even more extreme ideas: if the Thunder Queen was a god, then they would believe in the gods; if she was the devil, then they would believe in the devil.

The first thing Alva did after arriving was to test the blood and flesh removed during the operation and burn off all the excess. The Mynas at Nightingale's Throat replaced the nurses who had been helping in the hospital, ensuring confidentiality, and checking to see if anyone had stolen flesh - indeed, a small piece of flesh had been stolen by an ardent admirer of Count Anna. When he went home and hid it, his child accidentally ate it. He then had a high fever, edema all over his body, and died of a tumor.

The chief medical officer has studied the rat monsters in the plague, the parchment with strange lines drawn under the rat cage, the flesh and blood of Count Anna, etc. Although he cannot get the answers hidden in these non-alchemical things, he can be said to be studying them. The deepest people. After a short period of exploration, Alva gathered some of the most important people in Anna's territory and published his research results.

"Overload." He said, "Count Anna now has excess energy due to unknown reasons. It is very likely that she will lose her balance and end up like the child of the caregiver. This excess energy must be channeled out."

"Lord Earl's... growth," Charlotte found a gentler word, "is it consuming energy?"

"A drop in the bucket." Alva shook his head, "According to my experiments, that energy can only be diverted to living creatures. The divided flesh and blood is not a good carrier. Just by growing and combing, a Wenjia Luo's flesh can be grown. It’s useless. Every split will destroy the balance in her body, and the chance of getting through the next split safely is still 50-50.”

"You mean, you want a living person to bear the energy of Lord Earl?" someone asked.

"Yes." Alva said directly, "The stronger the power, the stronger the carrying capacity."

“What happens to the person who carries the power?”

"Everyone's tolerance is different. There is a small possibility that the shared strength will not exceed that person's tolerance. Everyone is happy." Alva knocked on the experimental mouse that had turned into a ball of rotten meat on the table, "But more The biggest possibility is overload. If you can maintain the balance of your own energy, you will become like Count Anna. If you can't maintain it, you will die."

"We have captured a member of the Royal Knights. He is a very powerful person." Charlotte said, "How about using him as a carrier?"

"There is a certain risk in using the enemy as a carrier." Alva replied, "The excess energy that causes trouble is also power. If he is lucky enough not to be overloaded, the shared powerful power can suddenly turn him into a terrifying enemy."

"What about using multiple superpowers to separate the death row prisoners?" the picket captain said.

"Every divergence, like every split, will cause imbalance, which is equivalent to increasing the risk a lot." Alva vetoed.

"I'll do it," Chris said.

All eyes fell on him.

"My superpower strength is one of the best in Wen Jia Luo, and I am most likely to survive after diverting the energy from Lord Earl." Chris said, "Every soldier must prepare for his own funeral before going to the battlefield, and I have also done so. Be prepared to die with excessive disgust and backup. I'm the perfect candidate."

"Maybe there are other ways..." The person who had a good relationship with the chief knight said hesitantly.

"Every minute of delay increases the risk of death, Lord Count. I am Count Anna's chief knight, and I am very happy to help." Chris said concisely and firmly, "Mr. Alva, please do it. "

Count Anna had no other relatives who could speak about her condition, and the final decision rested with the doctors. Alva looked steadily at the count's first knight and her omega, and nodded slowly.

"If you decide," he said.

The matter was settled.

People left silently, saluting Chris in unison before leaving. The operating room was quickly set up. Count Anna had just experienced another attack and needed to wait for her to stabilize before shunting could begin. The Chief Medical Officer and the Chief Knight stood in her hospital room, waiting for that moment.

"I will never understand you people, you, the soldiers who died protecting others...although I thank you." Alva suddenly said, "I will not die for anyone."

Chris smiled and said, "Everyone's choice is different."

"I can't understand you, always." Alva said, "It's obviously not your responsibility, but you still have to stand up. What is it for this time? To repay a favor? To make the world a better place? I can understand you. Doing this without understanding that you're willing to die for it. You know, you were laughing just now."

"She is kind to me, and she can make the world a better place." Chris paused, "And I love her."

Alva looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had heard something extremely absurd.

"I love her." Chris smiled and repeated. He found that telling others this felt not bad. "I woke up and saw her falling. The feeling was worse than falling myself. These days I I have to be busy with military matters, and every time I come back she is either lying awake or worse than lying down, but I can't do anything... I'm really happy that I can finally do something for her."

Alva showed an expression of toothache. He endured it for a while and couldn't help but said: "Are you addicted to abuse?"

"She's not mean to me," Chris corrected.

"It's not bad for you." The doctor sneered and crossed his arms. "If you are the kind of omega who feels quite happy given your status, I won't ask you at all. She raped you - don't Deny it, we could see it when we examined you for the first time - put a dog collar on you, played with you as amusement, and then you said you love her? What do you love her for? Is she a good lord? After you can put down all the others Give you status as a human being, even if you are an omega? Will he listen to you occasionally? Hmm, treating an omega like this is really a great gift."

"She is a hero, a great lord, a genius, and a savior. Yes, she is indeed. But no matter how wise and powerful she is, it is only for the outside world." As if unable to brake, Alva continued: "If a person fights against the beast tide, When your hero comes home and rapes you, she is just a criminal to you. Giving up your life for her heroic part? Incomprehensible but amazing. But loving her? Are you a masochist?"

Chris listened to him quietly, neither showing embarrassment nor getting angry. "She's not like father, mother," he said at the end of Alva's words.

Alva pursed her lips with an ugly expression.

Chris's father was a baron who was stationed at the Thebes defense line. The female alpha was a battle hero on the battlefield. She fought bravely, treated her private army well, and let her disabled men work in her manor. One of the wounded soldiers later became Chris's swordsmanship teacher and chivalry enlightenment.

In this respect, the baron was indeed a good person, but in her private life she was a complete mess. She allowed her soldiers to destroy the omegas near the battlefield at will, and she destroyed countless omegas, including Alva, who was astonishingly beautiful when she was young. She was very fond of Alva. Among all the omegas she had had sex with, the Baron only married Alva. He also indulged this omega's weird hobbies and made an exception by setting up an alchemist's laboratory for him—— You know, an omega cannot be an alchemist.

In the words of the baron and her friends, she was simply dazzled by Alva and could be called a love saint. As for the trivial matter that the baron's omega didn't want this marriage at all, it was not their concern.

Chris's mother, Alva, was only twelve years older than Chris.

Alva has always deeply hated his alpha, no matter how much she "favored" him. He always remembered that this good warrior and good lord raped him, humiliated him, forced him to give birth to a child, beat him severely after his escape attempt and chained him behind a high wall for ten years. After more than ten years of hiding, Alva finally found the opportunity to let his alpha die in an "accident."

No one doubted that he was the one who did it. Almost everyone (including the baron who still felt that his omega was just troublesome with her before his death) believed that he should have fallen in love with the alpha who was passionately devoted to him. You see, they have been married for so many years and their children are so old.

If possible, Alva would like to open the brains of everyone who thinks so and see what shit is inside.

"I am different from you, and Ann and my father are different. I love her not because she is kind to me. We have known each other a long time ago, she can understand me, and when we meet again, she is getting closer to our ideal. I I love her thoughts. Even though she sometimes seems chaotic when doing things, you can still see from them that her ideas are different from the common ideas in this world. Hers is better, and...it seems too high-sounding to say it this way. Chris smiled and said, "It's actually hard to explain clearly. Falling in love is falling in love. Admitting that you are in love with an alpha is not something to be ashamed of."

Alva was speechless.

Silence fell in the ward until An Xu's breathing became even. Alva felt her pulse and said it was time to start.

"Good luck to you," Alva said to Chris.

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Anxu is flying.

She flew in the endless blue sky, surrounded by birds with feathers of flame. The fire crow made a rough chirping sound, but it did not make her irritated. She was originally one of them, with the same big wings, pointed beak and flaming feathers. They were going to the north because summer was here.

Time passes day by day, and each day is as leisurely as a holiday without deadline, full of pastoral and pastoral poetry. Every day looked so similar that Anxu couldn't tell the difference between one day and another. It's bright, it's dark, it's hot, it's cool. When he was about to migrate south, Anxu's feathers extinguished and then froze, and the surrounding birds turned into big white birds.

Spring and autumn look almost the same, the only difference is whether they go from winter to summer or from summer to winter. However, when summer and winter cycle back and forth, there is no calendar record, and they become very similar from year to year. As summer passed and spring came, winter came and spring passed. Her brain became dull as the days went by. She was not worried about hunger or being preyed on. The thoughts in her mind became more and more monotonous, and many concepts became quite thin.

One day, the sky turned red and the world shook. An Xu looked at the falling stars in the sky, and suddenly had a strange thought: shouldn't the meteor shower happen before...?

Before?

Before what?

The accompanying birds were scattered by the meteorite rain, but Anxu stayed where he was. She found that there was no longer fire or frost on her body, only ordinary feathers remained. This is the right thing, she thought, to reunite ice and fire. After all, they are not what she originally had. As the saying goes, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as her own doghouse... Thinking of this, she felt that something was wrong. This layer of dust on her body Are feathers something you already have? Were you born with feathers? With wings? Can fly? Want to migrate?

Anxu has been migrating for many years, many, many years, too long to count, but he has not forgotten the concept of year. There are 365 days in a year, and there are twelve months. Each month has about thirty days. February is very short. People who have birthdays on February 29th are so miserable. They only have one birthday every four years. .

Why would a bird think this?

As more thoughts that did not belong to him emerged, the sky shook more violently. The day turned into night at some point, and the surrounding scenery became very huge. No, it was because I became smaller. She found herself flying from the river, and countless streaks of light flew down from the night sky. Then the lake water was evaporated and her companions died. She found herself standing by the lake, the night was quiet, the water was sparkling, and her companions put up one foot and tucked their heads into their feathers.

An Xu suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu. She had a premonition that a meteor shower would fall from the sky next, and she would survive as a survivor, carrying the meteorite fragments on her left wing. It was better to call it a "premonition" than a "memory". She raised her head, and the strong sense of disobedience finally broke through the chaotic mind.

Time is flowing backwards.

The world shook violently when she realized this. The sky collapsed downwards, the earth arched upwards, and countless cyclones rose in the air. The gravity increased hundreds of times at this moment, almost crushing her. Anxu was expanding and contracting. She was like a piece of paper thrown into the washing machine, and the whole world rushed towards her. There was no sound when the world collapsed. Whether it was landslides or stars falling to the ground, there was only one melody between heaven and earth: Plop, Plop, Plop...

Under this heavy pressure, An Xu's consciousness became trance-like, as if he was half asleep and half awake. This happened, she struggled to think, happened many times, cycle, reincarnation... This thought faded away soon after it appeared, like a blurred watercolor painting.

Anxu is flying.

She was flying in the endless blue sky, surrounded by a flock of birds with frost feathers. The white birds chirped crisply, and she was the largest among them. Her wings could cover a village, her beak was pointed and long, and her feathers were covered with frost. They are going south because winter is coming.

An Xu seemed to be dreaming. Different from the rare lucid dream, this dream was as chaotic and disorderly as most people's nights, and he couldn't remember what just happened. She didn't know she was dreaming, couldn't remember what happened in the last moment, and had no idea how many times this scene had happened. Every scene is a new beginning, every scene seems familiar. Naturally, Anxu cannot compare with the previous one, so she cannot find that every time she breaks out of reincarnation, her intermittent memory will fade even more.

After a few more rounds, Anxu probably won't suspect that he is anything other than a bird.

She once again spent one hundred and twenty years as a flying bird. During these one hundred and twenty years, she never thought about anything that was not her "own" thinking. But one day in the 121st year, she suddenly felt a lightness on her body.

It doesn't seem to be accurate to say this. The feeling is not that something heavy has fallen from the body, but that the whole body is light, as if I have stepped out of the swimming pool. For a while, I am not used to this much more relaxed state. Speaking of which, what is a swimming pool? This year has not yet turned a corner, An Xu suddenly felt that the pressure was pouring in a certain direction.

Like a hole in a pool filled with water, water surged out of the hole. She looked around in confusion. The sky was still that lazy blue sky, and the birds around her were also small and numerous. She turned her head this way and that, but she couldn't find the hole she expected. An Xu always felt that there would be a hole in the sky, and the disappearing weight would slip out from that hole.

But nothing.

If a meteorite fell from the sky at this time, An Xu would not be surprised. As she thought this, the image of meteorites scattered appeared in her mind, and then on her retina. The cloudless sky a moment ago suddenly turned into a dark night with turbulent clouds, and then the burning stars scattered and lit up. When the reincarnation came to an end, An Xu's paralyzed mind once again recalled the chaotic cognition, and saw that it was about to be extinguished by the weight of the end of the reincarnation. But this time, there was less pressure around me that could slow down my thinking.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Xu's thoughts started spinning like a fan turned on.

--"who I am?

With a bang, a white light exploded in her head. The chaotic world is crumbling under this deafening question, and it looks like a doomsday scene in the blink of an eye. Anxu could feel the malice in this violent energy. It wanted to crush her soul and assimilate it, leaving only the animal nature that didn't care about anything other than eating, drinking and urinating. But, but, she is not a bird! !

"who I am?

I am a human being, I am Anxu.

This knowledge tore a corner of the world apart, and all the doomsday scenes were as pale as pictures painted on a curtain. She rushed towards the gap with all her strength, and at the moment when the world was annihilated and restarted, she rushed out.

Anxu is in the void.

The surroundings were dark, or maybe not black, but she couldn't sense any color. There is only nothingness here, no images, and the sound of heavy heartbeats can be heard in the distance. She couldn't feel it and could only move forward by intuition. There was an indescribable "feeling" that made her run firmly in one direction.

The vision brightened.

She heard horns, car horns. She saw the bustle of pedestrians and vehicles coming and going around her. Anxu stood in the city she was familiar with, looking blankly at this long-lost place. Then, she saw an out-of-place person among the hurried pedestrians.

In this modern city, Chris wears Western fantasy-style armor.