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Chapter 481 He has never really eaten enough... (Update !)

At the same time, in a medical room somewhere in Aled
"It seems that the gods have given enough... much expectation to this..."

A deep voice came from the shadows.

The voice sounded tough and powerful, full of the iron-bloodedness and decisiveness of a fighter.

Even without seeing his true form, it is enough to make people associate this with:
He must be a determined warrior who has experienced enough cruel wars.

The next moment, the contaminated mecha fragments that were deeply embedded in the bones were removed roughly and quickly.

The voice that was originally preparing to speak more about this was instantly blocked.

An uncontrollable gasp was heard...

"Mr. Dioshape, perhaps you could consider administering a small dose of anesthetic?"

"What I'm saying is: this might help you take some of the medical stress off your muscles."

"I thought a tough guy like you would be extremely resistant to this."

"…Just a suggestion, please continue."

Seeing the helplessness that flashed across the face of the tall soldier on the operating table in front of him, senior nurse Dio Sharp couldn't help but smile.

As an individual who is always committed to the path of nobility and redemption, when performing mechanical ascension.

In addition to curiosity, the ability to smile is also something it selectively retains.

This is a soldier who was transferred from a front line in distant time and space.

On his chest, directly in front of his heart, there were five cold silver rings.

This is a symbol of his five standard service hours.

It is an alloy made from a rare metal in the multiverse.

In addition to strong enough physical damage and spell effect blocking, it also has an outstanding will protection effect.

It is said that in some time and space when the situation is bad enough.

They can take more extreme forms:

For example, embedding a gold nail in the skull...

And based on the standard service time of the surrounding timeline, 1 standard service time is about years...

Dioscorea rarely came into contact with such injuries.

After all, this place is used as a combat training ground.

Even if there are soldiers who need to recuperate, they will basically not be transferred here.

Even if there are, it is unlikely that there will be veterans who have served for such a long time.

Because really speaking, being able to serve for such a long time, still being able to maintain a standard human form and not having any messy problems...

The threshold to becoming a legend is difficult, but not that harsh.

Of course, the conditions for becoming a legend have always been based on personal...

Dioshape was not quite aware of such an existence.

It has always believed that these individuals are solemn, iron-blooded, and unsmiling.

And the performance of this person now seems to have broken some of the stereotypes about this.

Of course, this is also because it is difficult to obtain individual databases of such fighters.

Soldiers who have reached this level of service.

Their work in gathering and protecting information is no less than that of some religious leaders.

"The last therapist left a treatment note on your protective gene - you have previously taken excessive amounts of prohibited drugs..."

"I can't take any more chances."

The other party couldn't help but sigh slightly after hearing this:
"I'm telling you, don't engrave all that crap into your genes..."

Then, there was the sound of Silence and Diosharpe methodically treating the injuries.

"That guy, maybe we can use him as a vanguard."

"He is as tough as a baby planet..."

As Diosharp picked up the file-like medical device and began to grind the soldier's exposed cold bones bit by bit.

The other party suddenly spoke.

"He can't participate in standard service."

"Lord Fiery Fist once said that he has something he must protect with all his strength..." Diosharp said this as sparks and contaminated debris shot out from the bones.

“No conflict—the work we do is also cyclical.”

"Do you think so of him?"

"Fancy it? The gods rarely make mistakes..."

"They are a cunning bunch - fools can't fight the darkness."

Dioshap did not respond, its purity plate causing it to heat up slightly.

As an individual with a relatively limited mechanical ascension time, it still maintains the "innocence" of its original ascension state to a certain extent.

This can be seen from its poor and dry "language confrontation vocabulary".

After a brief silence, Dioscorea changed the subject:
"Lord Fiery Fist is also very optimistic about him."

"Of course, Lord Brighthorn."

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"He also needs to find a successor in advance."

"Otherwise, once he becomes a legend, where can he find such a unit?"

"Hiss...slow down the speed, my bones are a little weak here."

"Okay, do you want me to fill it for you?"

"No, this is my medal."

"medal?"

The soldier lying on the operating table laughed:
"My old friend and I smashed a big demon..."

"That was the blow it dealt me ​​before it died. It almost split me and my old friend in two..."

"Perhaps in another five hundred years, there won't be such a pleasant experience again."

So, the bone cleaning was completed quickly.

As the agents that suppressed and persuaded the flesh to heal lost their effectiveness, the warrior's torn chest began to heal rapidly.

He jumped off the operating table.

After activating his body, he expressed his gratitude to Dioshape.

"By the way, Lord Brightult and that guy are still practicing?"

"Please wait a moment while I check the records."

"He has passed away. Lord Fiery Fist is applying for medical assistance..."

"Huh? Can I come watch from the side?"

"If you get approval..."

"That's it."

The soldier shook his head angrily.

It's like being told by a friend that he can't watch his friend getting a medical massage.

"By the way, help me apply for recruitment permissions on your side."

"Okay, but before that, the orderly lady of the filling group has already made a recommendation to that person, and he has neither accepted nor rejected it."

The soldier pointed to his chest when he heard this:

"I know how to convince him."

"Because of your resume and reputation?"

"Do not……"

The soldier smiled:
"Because I know such individuals well enough."

"He has never been truly full. When he has tasted that feeling even once, he will no longer cling to the grains of wheat scattered in the fields..."

"This sentence……"

"Yes, that was what the evil god of the art and domination of war said when he persuaded the traitor to surrender in the form of a demon commander in the seventh year of the Second War against Anariphis."

The purity plates of Dioscorea are humming...

"Sir Theo Francesco, your treatment has been completed..."

(End of this chapter)