What a tragic tone. An ordinary person might have been moved to tears, and even Yu Lian was genuinely touched by his resolve.
To finish the mission even if it cost him his life—that had a bit of the spirit of Xingtian dancing with his shield and axe. He was a real tough guy, no doubt about it.
But why did he have to die alongside a nanotech transmission hub? To "Gray" itself, this thing was about as significant as a peripheral nerve cell. To put it more bluntly, it was basically one of Gray's body hairs!
Watching the other man charge toward the "Obelisk" with such ferocity, Yu Lian couldn't help taking a few steps back. The headless troll then slammed into the obelisk.
"These ion-salt bombs are connected to my spine and stomach. The moment my stomach stops churning, they'll detonate, destroying this entire space." The head conjured by the puppet insects continued speaking.
It was true that the Mayshanda trolls were incredibly resilient, much of it thanks to their iron stomachs. Bones, tough leather, hair, and even rotten food—things that would send a human straight to the ICU for gastric lavage—were all part of a troll's standard diet. Some powerful old trolls were even said to be able to digest iron, using all kinds of food to nourish their bodies.
Usually, a troll's stomach was the last organ to stop functioning after death. When it stopped churning, that was when the troll was truly dead.
Interestingly, when the headless body of the Mayshanda troll—with its simulated head—crashed into the obelisk, a glimmer passed across its smooth surface. For an instant, words seemed to appear amid the shifting light and shadow, only to vanish again in a flash, like ghosts of a lost civilization.
"Just as I thought,