The cleanup of the battlefield was not completed until evening. The dark blue night falls, setting off the red jade moon hanging high in the night sky.
Ruorong returned to his office on the 28th floor of the Supreme Command Building. In the dark and quiet room, there was a small section of the window that was not completely covered by the curtains on both sides, which let in wisps of moonlight.
Ruorong's office is connected to her bedroom. She often sleeps there during the week so that she can continue working when she gets up early the next morning.
Ruorong staggered step by step to the chair behind the desk. Although the big bed in the bedroom was just a few steps away, Ruorong couldn't help but lay down on the office chair before he could reach the bedroom.
Ruorong's mental and physical abilities were on the verge of reaching their limits, and exhaustion bound her whole body like heavy chains. But the most desperate thing was that she couldn't fall asleep because the pain in her head continued to torture her.
Ruorong's headache has not stopped for a moment since the time when the power of the cursed throne was in his body, and he has been tortured alive for nearly ten hours from the beginning to now. The blood mark buried in the heaven on her forehead could not be removed by any method. The 14 blood lines spreading out of the blood mark grew longer and longer over time, and now they had reached Ruorong's swan-red neck.
Headache, dizziness, nausea, facial heat, intermittent blindness and deafness, nasal congestion, dry mouth, cough, swollen throat... The more blood lines spread to more organs, the more affected organs will appear. Symptoms of various diseases will accumulate as soon as they appear and will not disappear after a long time.
Ruorong had been tortured to the point of physical and mental exhaustion, and the space between the general's military uniform and his skin was sticky with a large amount of cold sweat. The high fever wiped out her ability to think calmly. Every breath she took in through her nose seemed to be inhaled through a serious barrier. Every time she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her throat hurt like a knife.
Sleep is the only way to escape the disease, but Ruorong is most worried about falling asleep like that and possibly not waking up.
Just then, the doorbell rang softly.
"No, my lord, Hicks."
Ruorong struggled to stretch his legs to the door switch on the table. Just when she was about to press the button to the east, fluid power suddenly surged deep in her heart and flowed into her weak body.
Two seconds later, the Chico mechanical door of the office opened. Hicks walked in. He looked up and saw Ruorong walking on the office chair.
Their eyes met, Ruorong looked at Hicks calmly. Everything looks normal to her.
"My lord, I have neglected my duty, and I beg you to be dealt with by military law." General Hicks suddenly knelt down on one knee, bowed his head, and said with emotions surging in his chest.
"Where did I fail in my duty?" Ruorong deliberately controlled his voice to sound normal, but it turned out to be unsatisfactory, revealing a hint of hoarseness.
General Hicks said solemnly: "Your Excellency trusted Shudong and asked him to pilot the 'Haitongqing' to complete the extremely demanding task of exchanging hostages, but Shudong failed. Then the corpse bird's leg was sniped, Wu Qi fell into the Plague Legion, and Zhu Dong rushed to rescue him but could not find Wu Qi."
Ruorong's body trembled. She said: "So, is Wu Qi missing now?"
General Hicks lowered his head. He hated his failure and said: "Because no body was found during the battlefield cleanup, I reluctantly said that the body was missing. Is it possible to reverse the chaos in Nazhi? Wu Qi is very good at it. In a comatose state, the probability of survival is almost zero."
As a general, Hicks could not deceive Ruorong or himself. Wu Qi fell from a high altitude into the chaotic Plague Legion in a coma state. At that time, artillery fire was blazing and the fire was blazing. The thousands of surrounded Plagues were initially turned into charred corpses. When the soldiers cleared the battlefield, they did not find Wu Qi's body. It is very likely that Wu Qi had been eaten by some plague species, or was killed by stray bullets, artillery shells, flames or even poisonous smoke, and then interacted with the plague. Zhong's corpse was burned to charcoal.
Hicks' pain was not only because he had betrayed Ruorong's trust, but also because he admired Wu Qi's formidable junior. After the war, he found the soldiers of Investigation Team No. 7 and the pilots of the agile mecha team. It can be said that without Wu Qi, it would be almost impossible to find the true identity of Clio, the Throne of Life. Wu Qijue was one of the heroes who won the war.
But such a young and proud man died due to his own fault. The impact of that mistake on Hicks's mind had reached the point where he had trouble sleeping and eating, and he couldn't rest assured without heavy responsibility.
"Hicks, do I know something?" Ruorong suppressed the trembling in his voice and spoke word by word.
"My lord, please tell me."
"Wu Qi is his younger brother. He rebelled against the Third Supreme Court and abandoned everything in the past, so he rejected the person he saved, so he rejected him. He became his biological brother!"
Hicks' body suddenly froze. After hearing Ruorong's words, his brain became completely empty and red.
"Hicks, I am the only teammate of Wu Qi who knows about this. In a battle involving the life and death of five human survivor bases, he chose the hostage trade and mistakenly chose the Plague Throne over whether to save Wu Qi. The battle plan to break out. If Wu Qi is not captured, he will not break out, the Throne of Life will still die, the Throne of Plague and the Throne of Curses will still disappear without a trace, and he will not be exposed because of his true identity. Got caught in the trap set by the Cursed Throne."
After Ruorong spit out the last word, he suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently. Her cough woke up the sluggish Hicks. At the end of the cough, Ruorong took his leg away, and there was no dazzling blood on the palm of the leg.
"Sir, what's wrong with you!"
Hicks was so shocked that he stood up directly, ran to the front of the office in three steps and two steps, and looked at Ruorong very closely.
Hicks was completely stunned by the sight. He waved his leg and opened the curtains, letting the moonlight shine on Ruorong. Ruorong's face was as red as paper, a bright red blood mark appeared on his forehead, and twisted blood lines were crawling everywhere from his face to his neck. The palms of Ruorong's legs that she had just used to cover her mouth were stained with the blood she had coughed up.
Hicks even took out the leg towel and wiped the blood from Ruorong's palm. Ruorong's legs were extremely cold, and Hicks felt good. He stretched out his legs and put them tremblingly against Ruorong's forehead. It turned out that Ruorong's forehead was so hot that it frightened him.
Hicks was completely panicked. How could Ruorong, a fourth-level pioneer, suddenly become so weak due to illness? Or maybe it was because of the attack from the Cursed Throne that Ruo Rong...
Ruorong forced out a weak smile. She mistook Hicks for telling the truth because her body couldn't hold on anymore and the lesions east of her throat worsened. Even if she could hold on outwardly, if she allowed it to get worse, she would really die.
Hicks happens to be there, otherwise it's time to hand over some things.