Wander! Blue Star People

Chapter 116 How many blood packs does God have?

Luo Li looked at the medical staff who examined Yang Xi with a worried look on his face. He asked, "How is my brother?"

He is just a relative like Yang Xi.

If something happens to Yang Xi

Thinking of this, Raleigh couldn't help but clenched his fists.

If he had remembered to shoot a plasma cannon at the monster when he defeated it for the first time, the situation would have been completely different, and Yang Xi would never have been in a situation where he was almost eaten.

Yang Xi's face was as white as paper.

He suffered too many scratches when he was captured by the monster, and then fell into the sea again. Now he only felt dizzy coming at him one after another, and he relied entirely on his strong will to fight to hold on.

"He lost too much blood!"

"Life is in danger!"

"Must be sent to the hospital immediately!"

The medical staff's voices were tense.

According to his professional knowledge, Yang Xi should be unconscious at this time, and it is a miracle that he can still maintain consciousness!

But the miracle won't last.

Hearing the medical staff's words, Luo Li's heart sank to the bottom.

At this moment, Yang Xi's body softened and collapsed completely.

Luo Li suddenly panicked: "Save him quickly!"

The medical staff fixed Yang Xi with the rope and prepared to transport Yang Xi to the helicopter and then send her to the nearest hospital.

"We can only do our best," the medical staff said. "Yang Xi was injured too seriously. Even if she is sent to the hospital, whether she can survive or not depends on God's will."

嗗嗗——

“Why look at God’s will?”

Suddenly, a slightly mechanical voice sounded beside them, interrupting their conversation.

“Does God have a blood pack?”

Everyone was stunned.

"It's better to send him to us. Blood loss is a very easy injury for us to heal."

MOSS intervened in the exchange between Rowley and others.

After simple calculations, MOSS believed that treating Yang Xi would help improve diplomatic relations between the two worlds, so after receiving approval from the coalition government, they prepared to use the medical equipment carried on Cthulhu to treat him.

Under the dim sky, there is a high concentration of carbon dioxide and sulfur.

This is an extremely harsh environment.

For humans, even if only a small part of the skin is exposed to the environment, it will cause unbearable pain and eventually die from large-scale skin ulcers and multiple infections.

But for the pioneers, this was where they had lived for hundreds of millions of years.

"Lord Cardinal, this time the monster sent to Ocean Star to clean up the planet's natives was defeated again, and something unusual happened."

Precursor civilization divided citizens into three classes.

ambassador

cardinal

bishop

Pioneers who have reached the level of cardinals have considerable authority in the pioneer civilization and can lead colonial wars against alien planets when the bishops above delegate power.

"What's unusual?"

The Cardinal didn't pay much attention.

"When our monster was about to defeat the enemy, it suddenly encountered an unknown attack and was destroyed without any resistance. It didn't even see the source of the attack until it died."

The Ambassador Herald was hunched over and submissive.

His crown swayed.

The head crown is a distinctive feature that distinguishes the rank of pioneer.

The ambassador's crown is usually only half the size of a cardinal's, and only one of the three branches of the crown points upward, while the other two are tilted toward the back of the head.

"so what?"

The cardinal said nonchalantly: "The Senate's attention is not on the Ocean Star now. The monsters are only released to monitor the technological progress of the indigenous people. If they are destroyed, they will be destroyed."

The Senate was the highest administrative body of the pioneer civilization.

"You don't need to tell me about such a small thing."

The cardinal waved his hand, signaling the ambassador to leave.

But the ambassador hesitated and held out an eyeball dripping with green slime.

"You should see this."

he said cautiously.

The cardinal looked displeased. He glanced at the eyeball held in the ambassador's hand and suddenly froze.

The perspective of Blade Head before his death was projected in his eyeballs.

"The natives did not use nuclear bombs. They easily killed our monsters in hand-to-hand combat."

"Their technology may have had a breakthrough."

the ambassador said nervously.

The cardinal fell into deep thought. After a while, he replied: "Send in another monster to check the situation. If there is a breakthrough in the indigenous technology, I will report it to the Senate."

Interstellar colonization is most afraid of sudden technological breakthroughs from its enemies.

This is enough to turn the situation around.

The pioneer civilization has clear regulations. Once an enemy is found to have signs of a technological explosion during colonization, it must be killed with the force of thunder and the enemy must not be given any room to grow.

The ambassador asked: "Will it be released immediately?"

"Put it out immediately." The cardinal said without hesitation, "This is a special situation, and the energy consumption is provided by the Senate."

He turned his head and looked at the wormhole passage not far away.

If there is a technological explosion in Ocean Star, then a new conquest is coming.

"What?"

"The Hunter Project is over from now on?"

"Is today April Fool's Day?"

Stark Pentecost was puzzled.

End the Hunter program?

Are you kidding me?

Without hunters – who will protect humanity?

On the big screen in front of him, five pairs of serious eyes stared straight at him, with no hint of joking in their eyes.

"General, you have to accept reality."

"Hunters are a thing of the past."

"We invested a lot of money to advance the Hunter program, but instead of achieving a clean victory, the Hunters continued to incur losses and suck the blood of taxpayers."

"General, do you know how many schools could be built in Africa with the money spent on repairing dangerous homeless people?"

asked a white man with the stars and stripes hanging from his back.

General Stark was silent.

Build a school with money from hunter maintenance?

He didn't understand what nonsense this was. If there were no hunters, monsters could easily invade human settlements. Let alone building schools, it would not even be certain whether anyone would go to school.

"General, the hunter plan is over."

"Thank you for your contribution."

"Next we will arrange another job for you. Of course, if you don't want to work, you can retire directly."

General Stark: [black question mark face]

At this moment, a red dot suddenly lit up on the monitor next to him.

"The monster appears!"

"Codename Manticore!"

"Level 3 monster!"

Nervous voices sounded on the communication channel.

General Stark frowned unconsciously, thinking that less than a day had passed since the last monster attack. Why did the second monster attack come so soon?

But he didn't think much about it.

He subconsciously ordered: "Immediately arrange for the Eureka Raiders to go into battle, and be sure to intercept the monster on the coastline!"

"General!"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

General Stark was stunned.

The people on the screen sounded stern.

"The Hunter Project is over!"

"Keep your men where they are!"

"Don't go anywhere!"