The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

The Blood Demon lifted his adopted daughter up by the scruff of her neck, wondering when he should start educating her further about the “differences between men and women.”

Texas was no longer in his seat. Today's meal was not for humans at all.

Nian rudely snatched their bowls and consumed the hard-earned chili peppers.

There are very few fields in Ursus, and most of them are used to grow crops such as wheat. The price of spices like this is naturally high.

Don't ask why they don't import... Terra doesn't have the transportation capacity, you know? It can't handle international trade at all.

It seemed that the danger was beginning to recede.

The evil demon that covered the sky and the sun was never seen again, but occasionally a monster on the roadside would come to Akado and seek death.

The army's warships would occasionally pass by, but after taking a look at the production logo of "Ursus Second Military Factory" on the outside of the land vehicle, they were too lazy to pay attention and hurriedly rushed towards the depths of the tundra.

Gradually, the azure blue sky became visible, and the frozen soil that had weathered for tens of millions of years finally disappeared from sight.

The tundra was left behind by the land vehicle. Blood Demon typed out several distress signals on the console to celebrate.

(More tonight)

080. Warfarin

Rhode Island is resupplying.

Scout and ACE took their teams back to the landship to rest.

During this period, they were so busy that their legs were broken. They had to deal with one attendance task after another. They worked harder than those workers in the metallurgical plant and were busy for at least 20 hours a day.

Not only them, but all the elite operators in Rhodes Island are running around.

Some people complain, some people sigh, but they always move forward with heavy burdens.

The voices of doubt were ultimately crushed by the supplies that were delivered to the deck one after another.

Kal'tsit made a lot of bad choices, but she never had a choice, she was doing the best she could to protect the landspeeder.

The composition of Rhodes Island's members, its philosophy, and its political background all determine that its future will be extremely bumpy.

In the land of Terra, if you want to move forward with your ideals in mind, you will inevitably get covered in mud.

It really sucks.

Outcast got the answer, took the Guardian Gun, and left Rhodes Island to start her own mission. She wanted to refuse the mission arranged by Kal'tsit, but when she walked into the office, she saw that the doctor was constantly overdrawing his life, burning like a candle.

There is no choice, there is no choice again, well, we just have to carve out a path from nothing to something.

The no longer young Sakota sighed, "Doctor Kal'tsit, take care of yourself."

Kal'tsit had just prepared another injection of sedatives and stimulants. When she heard the voice outside the office, her movements paused slightly. "Outcast, instead of exploring the decisions of others, it is better to look at the long-term. There are too many secrets worth exploring in this land. If you want to sacrifice and dedicate yourself, I suggest you review the faith of Lateran."

Outcast left, and Kal'tsit would not listen to anyone's advice. That Filin lived too long, witnessed too much greatness, a living history book, and would never be confused about his own path.

Lifting up the sleeves, one can see that the white wrists are covered with dense needle holes. It seems that the owner of this body has no time to take care of himself. The injection site has not had time to heal before it is pierced by the next needle, and the skin and flesh are damaged, with a sickly purple color.

Kal'tsit aimed the syringe at the vein that was riddled with holes. The familiar stinging pain came as the liquid medicine was slowly pushed in, bringing a strange chill.

She sat back in her office chair and rested for a few minutes with her eyes closed. The strong feeling of fatigue was about to swallow her consciousness. Her brain did not become clear, but her thoughts gradually became confused. Her body longed for sleep, but the soul living in it had no time to waste.

Caffeine no longer works...Kal'tsit opened her eyes and rummaged through bottles and jars in the small medicine cabinet next to her desk.

Nicotinic acid diethylamide? I'll use it for now.

Another shot of stimulant.

Kal'tsit then felt her thoughts become clear again. She picked up a pen and began to look through the business documents.

Ding-a-ling, suddenly, the communication terminal rang.

"Bed No. 024, the patient has a sudden onset of acute mineralogy. The movement of the lesion has caused the spleen to tear, and there is extensive bleeding!"

"Let Huafalin deal with it urgently. I'll be there soon."

She took out her foundation and patted it on her face to cover her dark circles. She put down the documents, opened the drawer, took out a few hairbands, and hurriedly left the office.

As she walked, Kal'tsit tied her hair into a neat ponytail and wrapped the remaining hair around her wrist to cover the needle holes.

......

"Director Akado, why do we have to keep sending distress signals?" Quill asked curiously while sitting in the passenger seat wrapped in a blanket.

"What did you call me?"

"Woo..." The girl puffed up her cheeks, "Father!"

The Blood Demon tapped her forehead and then began to explain, "It will make those armies feel upset."

"Those warships won't pay any attention to us."

"They just ignored me, so I have to send some messages," Akado called up hundreds of lines of "unanswered distress requests" communication records on the console. "There are also power struggles in the army group. Naturally, some people will be interested in these "facts" of "not helping people in danger."

"Oh," Quill nodded, suddenly shuddering.

"Cold?" Blood Demon raised his eyebrows. This is no longer a tundra, but the temperature is still as low.

"Yes, a little bit cold." The little girl looked at Akado pitifully.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Feather Pen's ears turned red. She lowered her head, looking shy and conflicted. "If I were closer to Miss Nian, I wouldn't be cold, but we're still in class, so..."

Akado tapped her forehead again, "Then just bear with it."

The little girl opened her mouth and nodded in frustration.

Suddenly, she found that her seat belt was unbuckled, and then her body felt lighter and she was picked up and sat on Accardo's lap.

The Blood Demon hugged the girl's slender waist, pulled the blanket from the passenger seat over and covered her with it, "What now?"

"No..." Quill pursed her lips and buried her blushing face in the blanket, "It's not cold anymore."

Her voice was trembling, and it was obvious that the girl was trying to remain calm.

"Then pay attention to the class," Accardo pointed at a book called "Basics of Computer Networks" that was open on the console in front of him. "If you can't learn it today, copy the entire book three times."

......

"?" The Blood Demon looked at the operating table, somewhat surprised.

Someone actually responded to his distress signal.

In this remote place, is there anyone passing by? He connected the communication channel.

That was not quite standard Ursus. "Please do not give up on your life. This is Rhodes Island, a new pharmaceutical company. We are committed to..."

"Rhode Island."

Akado patted Quill's head, and the little girl who had unconsciously started "nodding" in class was immediately awakened. As if she was afraid of being scolded, she rubbed against Akado's arms and hugged him tightly.

The Blood Demon had no time to take care of his adopted daughter. He put one hand around the girl's soft waist and used the other hand to take down the communication terminal hanging on the console. "We request assistance from Rhodes Island."

He mentioned Rhode Island twice and was in an unexpectedly good mood.

This meant that he saved himself a lot of trouble in dealing with the city-state nobles and could go directly to Colombia on this landship.

The vast majority of the Sarkaz in Rhodes Island are completely devoted to Akado.

They will now have the same trust in Akado as they did in Theresa.

*

"Scalpel," Huafalin stretched out her hand, and the medical staff member who was serving as an instrument nurse nearby quickly found the sharp knife from the tray and handed it to the Blood Demon.

Cut open the abdomen and then use magic to stop the bleeding.

Warfarin looked at the patient's tattered spleen with a frown on his face. It was a really terrible condition.

It involves the metastasis of Originium lesions, as well as organ damage caused by multiple complications... oh, and inflammation caused by large-scale bacterial infection.

This was a bit beyond her ability.

In the fields of surgery and hematology, Warfarin’s medical attainments can be said to be at the forefront of Terra.

But when it comes to mineral diseases and infectious diseases, she is at a loss as to where to start.

This operation is extremely difficult, and it is a death sentence no matter where it is. Warfarin can be used, but it cannot guarantee that the patient can be saved.

However, here are the best doctors in Terra.

Kal'tsit pushed open the door of the operating room, put on a mask, washed her hands with disinfectant, and walked to the operating table.

"There's nothing for you to do for now," she signaled Huafarin to take a break.

Warfarin hadn't slept for almost three days. Rhodes Island had taken over dozens of seriously infected patients in succession, and the workload was enormous. The operators in the medical department were almost always doing one operation after another these days. They would take a nap on the floor of their desks when they were busy, and would get up at the slightest sign of trouble, tense up, and start the operation.

She glanced at the meticulous Dr. Filin and said, "You are still taking those medicines. Your body is about to collapse."

"..." Kal'tsit did not answer her. She silently picked up the surgical thread and began to treat the patient's organs infected by bacteria with the help of drugs.

Warfarin changed his clothes and left the operating room.

She is one of the few people on this landship who knows Kal'tsit best.

Persuasion has no effect on Kal'tsit.

She breathed in the cold wind from the Ursus tundra that blew in from the corridor. The fatigue in her body surged up all at once, making her walk a little unsteady.

Eh?

Huafalin's eyes suddenly widened. This smell...

It was as if an electric current had passed through my body, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. Those countless memories once again emerged from the bottom of my heart, clearer than ever before, and tears filled my eyes almost uncontrollably.

For a moment, she forgot her tiredness, all her regrets, and all the "decisions" she had made in a fit of anger.

Click, click. The sound of crisp footsteps.

Huafalin ran through the corridor, she just wanted to follow the smell and reach that person.

Click, click. The footsteps sounded as brisk as the sound of a dulcimer.

Her heart pounding, she walked onto the deck, gripping the ladder tightly with sweaty hands.

Eyes as red as roses passed over the reserve team operators who were training hard on the deck.

Passing over the shipborne facilities that were as tall as buildings.

More than half a century has passed.

It fell on the blood demon.

More...

Indescribable palpitations.

Huafalin whispered the name.

It was as if there was a tacit understanding between us.

The owner of the name raised his head and looked in the direction of Huafalin.

(3k words long chapter.)

(The second volume "Soul Oil" is now complete!!!)

(Tomorrow we will enter the third volume: including but not limited to Cyberpunk Prosthesis, Titanfall-BT Titan, Iron Man Terra Limited Edition, Blood Devil's Love Story, Rhine Life Office Hodgepodge...)

081. Blood Demon Becomes a Doctor (I)

This is Kazdel, where everything is in ruins.

Hundreds of mountains were destroyed by artillery fire or magic, and the ground was plowed with gullies. The broken wreckage of landships fell in the valleys, plains, and ruins. Broken weapons or armor were scattered in the pool of blood that had not dried for a long time. As time fermented, this place has become a breeding ground for maggots, mosquitoes, and flies. The scavengers in white cloth exuded a foul smell and searched for the souls in the eerie bones.

"Without souls, what's going on with these corpses?" someone asked in confusion.

"It should be General Akado. His magic is said to be able to enslave the souls of the dead."

"Take the body and move to another place. The king needs to build a new altar," the scavenger carried a skeleton with some rotten flesh on it and crushed the maggots and eggs floating in front of him. The sky, which had been covered by gunpowder for decades, finally cleared up. The sun hung in the gray-white sea of ​​clouds, casting a dazzling halo at the end of the earth.

They walked through the wilderness, and suddenly their eyes fell on the ruins of cities and villages, where Sarkaz were collecting the ownerless wealth.

A Goliath man was wielding a hoe to cultivate the wasteland. His right shoulder was empty, leaving only his left hand, but he did not seem to have any difficulty in doing physical work, easily scraping the soil and bringing up many small clods of compacted soil. The scavenger recognized the "hoe" in his hand. It was the main gun shaft of the landship. The long pole made of rare metal was roughly tied with a piece of metal skin with straw rope. Wait, that seems to be D32 steel?

The scavenger warriors took one look and left. Every warrior has the right to enjoy the victory of this war.