Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1547 Lunar War (59)

Crystal covered her face and looked at the observation window in the medical cabin with tears in her eyes. This was the first time she saw Medusa after being injured.The black and blood-red floating objects made the light green drug solution cloudy, but the crystal could still see through the observation window the scorched, thin, fuzzy figure floating in the medical cabin, writhing in pain and convulsing from time to time.The once beautiful long blood-red hair was nowhere to be seen. Even after washing, the swollen and blackened skin and the bleeding wound still looked so shocking.

Attilan's royal medical system is independent of the clan, and Crystal's parents were once the heads of Attilan's royal medical system, so the doctors here have no reservations about the girl who became a princess.According to the doctor's description, Crystal knew that when Medusa was rushed to the medical cabin, the nasal cavity had been scorched by flames and hot air, and stuck together. The doctor had to perform emergency surgery to rebuild a respiratory tract. , and then reluctantly put Medusa, who was still alive, into the medical cabin.Intravenous injections were simply impossible, and no doctor could find any intact veins for infusion on the severely scalded, peeling skin, and even the internal organs were almost cooked by the heat.

"It's a miracle that Mistress Medusa survived." The doctor said, "Half of the guards of the Gene Council protecting her were directly vaporized, and the rest were burned into a puddle of mud. No one survived except Mistress Medusa." The technicians judged that Mistress Medusa suffered a considerable degree of electromagnetic radiation damage, because the enemy used plasma weapons, and a short burst of electromagnetic radiation would have quite serious sequelae."

"my sister……"

"Mother Medusa may be cured." The doctor squeezed his moist thin lips, murmured for a while, and finally told the truth. "Mistress Medusa's brain has suffered irreversible damage." He pointed to the equipment beside him and said, "The medical cabin cannot help with traumatic brain injuries, and we have no way to repair it by means other than surgery for the time being. And this It is a high temperature injury, and surgery may not be effective. Even if it can be repaired, the damaged brain area will have an impact on future behavior and psychology after the recovery. We have been monitoring the brain waves of Medusa, and at the same time called A mind reader who tries to protect the soul and memory of Mistress Medusa, and helps restore the body by protecting consciousness and soul."

"I can be a mind reader, Cousin Richard." Crystal said, wiping her eyes.She reached out and rubbed the head of the giant Shar Pei next to her. "There are not many people in the royal family who have telepathic abilities stronger than me, and I can help." She stubbornly widened her eyes, like a horse behind a fence in a racetrack, "I have to do this, we can't do without her, His Majesty Black Bolt cannot do without her."

"Tick, tick, tick."

The assassin in the black bodysuit was right behind her now, throwing a bomb that flashed a plasma arc.Medusa desperately wanted to turn around, she took a step forward, turned around, and heard the terrified shouts of the Gene Council guards beside her.She saw that the assassin's face was devoid of any features.Immediately afterwards, several bodies threw themselves on her back, forcing her down to the ground.Immediately afterwards, her mind went blank, until the scorching pain came from her back, and then went straight through her internal organs, and she passed out again from the pain.

"No, not this. Go on, sister, go on."

"Tick, tick, tick."

The assassin in the black bodysuit was right behind her now, throwing a bomb that flashed a plasma arc.Medusa desperately wanted to turn around, she took a step forward, turned around, and heard the terrified shouts of the Gene Council guards beside her.She saw that the assassin didn't have any facial features—no, the assassin had a face, a face she had known before—it was a man, the head of the Attilan Royal Family's Genetic Biology Research Office.What else... Time and space seemed to stand still, everything stopped.Medusa is unaware of her own existence, she is not even aware that the woman with the blood-red hair that reaches her ankles is herself.She observed everything curiously, and took two steps from her original position.

Accompanied by the violently expanding air and heat, the dazzling white light flooded everything.

"No, that's not the case. Sister, I'm protecting you, you can see farther."

"Tick, tick, tick."

The assassin in the black bodysuit was right behind her now, throwing a bomb that flashed a plasma arc.Medusa desperately wanted to turn around, she took a step forward, turned around, and heard the terrified shouts of the Gene Council guards beside her.She saw that the assassin's face was devoid of any features.To be precise, there are no facial features now, and she knows the face used by the assassin.Medusa lowered her head and looked at her hands—the arms of a severely burned patient—she was standing naked in the circular foyer of the Gene Assembly Hall, with sticky black mucus under her feet.It was her blood and tissue fluid, which had been roasted and mixed with the charred skin to form a tar-like object.

burn?

Medusa hugged her arms subconsciously, she was very cold.However, the next moment, heart-piercing pain came from her arm, and she saw a large piece of scorched and swollen skin stuck to her palm. This piece of skin should stay on her arm.She looked down, saw her face reflected on the smooth marble floor, and let out a horrific scream.

"Don't... sister, don't lose your mind..."

"Crystal?" Medusa raised her head and looked straight in front of her.Her eyes were shriveled and charred, with only two hollow eye sockets and many blood vessels extending like dead branches in winter. "Is that you, Crystal?"

Crystal didn't answer.She stared wide-eyed at the figure behind Medusa, at the assassin.

She took a deep breath, her body shaking like chaff.

The doctor was still murmuring complex alchemy vocabulary such as consciousness, soul, and body in a low voice, and the locktooth dog lay impatiently on the ground and sighed, wagging its tail trying to drive away the lingering voice.Until the doctor's babble was broken by the screams, the locktooth dog immediately turned over from the ground, striding more than ten meters in one step, catching the crystal that fell off the soft chair with his hippopotamus-like thick body.Yet Crystal kept screaming, flailing her arms wildly, her fingers so cramped that she couldn't bend them.The doctor rushed to pick up Crystal and put it on another hospital bed, and at the same time injected a small amount of sedative—this is the process that mind readers must go through before reading, but Crystal believes that her ability can violate this rule, because she Unlike those weak mind readers, who are too easy to get caught up in the memory of the other party and get confused after the work is over-it turns out that Crystal's self-confidence is meaningless, and she is almost mentally shocked by the horror scene in Medusa's dream out of order.

"What do you see, Crystal? What do you see?"

The locktooth dog bluntly pushed his head away, stretched out his big wet tongue and licked Crystal's face, and the smell of the dog's saliva instantly covered Crystal's clean and tidy face and well-groomed hair.It seemed that after the farce of the lockdog, Crystal finally woke up.

"Assassin...I saw an assassin." She frowned, trying to recall the dream.She clearly remembered the look of that plasma grenade, the stellar fire and heat when it exploded, and the black tights worn by the assassin who threw the plasma grenade.But she found that she couldn't recall the overall appearance of the assassin "but there are not only assassins, there is something... something I don't know is in my sister's dream."

"what?"

"I don't know, I don't know!" Crystal suddenly screamed.The harder she tried to recall, the more blurred that memory was, just like the morning fog under the scorching sun.After a while, under the comfort of the locktooth dog, her emotions gradually calmed down, and the pain from the spine to the brain disappeared without a trace. "I need to see it again, and see it again. My sister needs to see that thing, that thing is in her cognition, if she can't see it, then I can't see it, and I can't even remember it."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)