Chapter 58 Hailan Hailan.

"Is that so? Then, all we can do now is wait."

After confirming that there would be no unexpected situation in orbit, Calvin shifted his attention away from the holographic projection on the command platform in front of him and began to look directly in front of the bridge.

His eyes followed the bulletproof glass on the huge porthole and the void behind it, and arrived at the planet that was the galaxy and the capital of the district. Passing through the atmosphere that had not yet been highly polluted, among the large and small buildings with artificial traces on the surface, they directly locked their target of this trip - the planetary capital nest - the Rasthod nest.

At this time, above the position that originally represented the nest, a huge vortex-shaped dark gray cloud covering hundreds of kilometers was lingering.

Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang... Huge footsteps slowly approached from the outer hall of the auditorium.

Under the lead-black sky outside the window, the heavy rain was still falling endlessly. In the dim and empty hall, broken decorations and furnishings fell randomly on the ground.

Green and purple stamens were twisted and densely covering the entire hall, blooming enchantingly.

Most of the space in the hall was filled with these roots and branches. If it weren't for the armor and weapons lying in the corners and the faded imperial double-headed eagle logo on the wall, this room would look more like a greenhouse for growing seeds and flowers, rather than its original purpose.

The luxurious decorations of the past have become dilapidated due to long-term neglect and vacancy, and the growth of vegetation in the house has accelerated the decay of these debris.

A figure was staggering, crossing the originally red carpet in the center of the chapel.

As his body passed by the French windows on the side, the lightning in the sky outside the window barely illuminated some of the silhouette of this figure before it went out in an instant:

The green moss-like skin covered the huge and bloated body, and the whole person was so fat that he almost lost his human form.

When he was harassed by the flies and insects flying around him and shook his head in annoyance, the huge antlers on his head, which could not be possessed by humans, were reflected in a deformed image in the flash of lightning. It was like a crown representing distortion and corruption, worn on his shadow that no longer had a human form.

Green and weird lightning was still streaking across the sky, occasionally shining into the huge Gothic floor-to-ceiling windows.

With these short, green lights, you can see the velvet carpet on the ground that has been soaked by unknown liquid and has begun to rot and sprout. As for the original color, I am afraid no one knows...

The crystal chandelier on the top of the hall was covered with green rust on its originally gilded bracket. Except for the few lights scattered on the edge of the hall that were converted from energy and still stood at their posts, most of the lighting equipment had become dim as the energy supply was lost.

In such scattered and scarce light, the throne on the highest step of the auditorium, which symbolizes the ruling authority, was empty, just like this nest city where no one survived except in the hall, full of absurdity and irony after losing its meaning and leaving only the form of existence.

"Hmm... a little itchy..." The giant or troll muttered to himself while stretching out his huge, fat and bloated fingers and scratching the outside of his other arm. Maybe the scratching force was a little too strong, the bright green skin was easily cut by the black and green nails on the fingers, and dark green blood flowed out of the broken flesh.

But the troll seemed to feel no pain. It picked up the rotten meat and the maggots in the meat that made it itchy for him, spread it in the middle of the palm, and observed it curiously like a child in front of him under the sparse light:

The flesh maggot covered with black thorny hairs did not appreciate it at all. It was very angry that its feeding was interrupted. It bit the huge palm and tried to get back into the warm flesh again.

"Ah, naughty guy..." The troll muttered, he clenched his palm, crushed the flesh and maggots in his palm, and then stuffed it into another mouth on his waist.

This mouth across his waist was very dissatisfied with the stingy feeding. The slender and thick tongue stretched out from the mouth and washed his hand carefully from the elbow down, until it was confirmed that there was no more food, and then it withdrew angrily. While flicking the tongue, it also hummed like the mouth above:

"Hungry...ah!"

The sour hunger in his stomach urged his steps, and he walked straight to the banquet hall separated by a door at the back of the auditorium. The information in his instinct told him that there would be enough food there, or things that could be used as food.

"Boom!" The lightning outside the window flashed again in the distance, and the huge thunder in the clouds followed later.

The troll stopped, and the originally chaotic eyes on the head that seemed too small under the huge antlers became somewhat clear under the stimulation of thunder.

The scene in front of him and the encounter in his memory made him confused about the order of time and the truth and falsehood. The consciousness that was still immersed in memories a second ago was still sleeping. After waking up, he looked at the wreckage in front of him and couldn't figure out the clues.

He subconsciously raised his hand to support the corner of his eye, where there should have been a tortoise shell frame.

This frame is not expensive, and it is really cheap compared to the rare treasures he saw after he became the governor. But it was a gift from his comrade before his death, and it was also his most cherished personal wealth.

And now, the empty touch on his fingers made him know that this thing has been lost by him like this person.

Lost along with the frame were pendants, rings, swords given to him by other comrades... there were more than twenty items in total, including eight rings alone.

These cheap "babies" come from the tradition of his regiment: when a recruit likes something from a veteran, he can tell the veteran directly. Then, when the battle becomes so intense that a certain death situation arises, the veterans will leave their property and entrust it to the new recruits, and the things that the new recruits valued before are exactly the price for transferring these properties to the veterans' families.

In fact, the meaning of those things is much more than that. Implicit behind this is the obligation of survivors to provide shelter to the families of the deceased.

Otherwise, there would not have been a story about Hailan, who was born in a noble family, but he didn't like anything when he first entered the service, and the old regiment commander forced his head to specify this pair of frames.

This frame was his first inheritance. And placed together with the various twenty pieces after that, it is his life's obligation.

It is precisely because of this tradition that the successive leaders of the Hailan Regiment, including him, never competed or grabbed for military exploits, and they gave whatever they asked for the spoils of war, and never said a word.

Because the previous group leaders, including Hailan, all know that their most important mission is not to cut off the roots.

After all, there are still too many people waiting for news about them in their hometown. If they forget, these "wealths" on their bodies and hands will remind them.

After all, the Hailan Regiment still couldn't escape except for the day when their numbers were shattered. The whole month of fierce battles on the Mangra 5, and the late arrival of reinforcements intentionally or unintentionally were devastating to them.

The game between the Astra Militarum and the Astartes is something that this small mortal army has no ability to participate in, and it has no right to complain.

He has always been content to do his job without fighting or grabbing. Even if the Ministry of Military Affairs directly revoked the designation afterwards, it did not arouse Hailan's resistance.

In his eyes, this ending is neither the best nor the worst. Although in the end even the right to be resettled on the spot was taken away, didn't Hailan live up to the old leader's instructions and finally make arrangements for this group of people? This is enough.

"After fulfilling our obligations to the Empire and being loyal to the Emperor, we who are still able to survive find every day of peace so precious in our eyes."

This is what Hyland thinks. He did the same.

Before the disaster came, the seemingly honest and harmless fat Governor Hailan would wake up every morning, wearing a pair of tortoiseshell frames without lenses, eight cheap rings on his hands, and a low-quality ring on his waist. He was strutting around in the market with a sword and a few necklaces hanging around his neck that looked like cheap goods.

No matter what other people's strange eyes are, he still goes his own way. Because he knows that every breath of peaceful air he breathes now is a gift from the owner of these small objects on his body.

Now, these things are lost. Ignoring the change in his appearance, he began to look around in a panic:

"Where is it? Where is it? Why did it get lost?"

The huge antlers on his head were swinging back and forth with his head, and the huge centrifugal force made the things on these horns no longer stable.

"Bang!" A worn-out honor sword was thrown off from his right antlers, and he immediately discovered this lost thing.

"Ah, here...everyone is here, that's good, that's good..." He picked up the sword, which was about the size of a fruit knife compared to his current body shape, and happily stuffed it back into the right corner. …

It was not until this moment that Hailan, the little fat man who was known for his big heart in the past and now the big fat man, noticed the huge changes in himself from his hands and the extra antlers on his head...

"Boom!~!" There was another green lightning and thunder. Hailan's consciousness, which had just woken up, fell into a deep sleep again. He once again followed his instinctive hunger, stood up and staggered towards the back hall.

On the distant horizon, some tiny meteors streaked across the sky, seeming to arouse bad memories in his subconscious:

"Well... meteors... yellow cans... bad guys... bring diseases... rob... kill... crush... hehe... hehe..."

He grabbed the thick solid metal lamppost that was leaning sideways with one hand and dragged it behind him as a weapon while muttering in his mouth:

"I am Hailan...the leader of the group, Hailan...I am Hailan...the last imperial governor, Hailan..."

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This book is also known as "Things About the Wife-Protecting Maniac", "I'm Really Not Ultraman Dark", "Lin Feng Has a Date with the Kingdom of Light"

At the beginning, she muddleheadedly married Jia Jianhui, but in the end, she discovered that this special girl actually belongs to Tiga's world?

Since then, there has been a wife-protecting madman in the Ultra world.

Tear apart the cosmonauts with your hands! Either saving the world, or on the way to saving the world.

The Ultra Warrior of M78 Nebula looked at this demon-like warrior with a dark aura all over his body, hesitating.

Lin Feng: "Don't look at me like that! You may not believe it! I just want my wife to get off work on time every day!"

The above are the original words of the boss. Interested readers can go and take a look. I am very grateful. Thank you!