There were roughly seventy or eighty Merrowa senior officials hiding in this hall—not many, especially in such a vast space. They huddled together as if it could give them a little more sense of safety, though it was also possible that Sandora's Mind Plague was still at work: it could force infected individuals to feel lonely, compelling them to interact with more of their own kind and thus accelerating the plague's spread. Although strong-willed Merrowa People could avoid being killed or directly controlled by the Mind Plague, they would still inevitably be affected to some degree. And in an environment where everyone around them was infected, even those who remained uninfected would not be much saner than lunatics. Look at these people who had survived the plague—who could say their mental state was normal?
We had dozens of fully armed, vicious-looking Imperial Soldiers standing openly before them, even pressing gun barrels to their foreheads. Yet after calmly assessing the situation for a few seconds, the lead officer gave only a few words of evaluation: "Hmm. Hallucinations."
We were speechless on the spot...
"This guy can't escape his crimes by dying," Lilina said to herself as she stepped forward and bent down to inspect the Merrowa officer who had just been shot dead by his colleague. The crystallization of his body had already completed, and half of him was as rigid as a diamond. Green radiance glowed around Lilina's hand, and then she punched the officer's rock-hard head. "Skip all the boring parts. Revive, dumbass."
The crystals on the dead officer's body were rapidly replaced by newly grown flesh and muscle. The breath of life returned to his still-warm body, and his body finished regenerating within seconds. Then he opened his eyes in confusion—only to be greeted by a soft little