Alan, Wake Up

As the anesthesiologist for this surgery, Warfarin wasn't so serious. She had a more comprehensive view of Patriot's vital signs data, and if Kal'tsit hadn't been the surgeon, she might have even made a few jokes, like she always does.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that doctors like Kal'tsit, who maintain a serious expression even during surgery, are a minority.

Although it was no laughing matter, the anesthesiologist still glanced at Oute's round ears.

Come to think of it, why are the Mind Flayer's ears round? Even if they don't have tentacles, shouldn't they be pointed?

Could it really be a sudden change in the Mind Lash Demon?

With the surgical cap on, Oute's ears peeked out from the gleaming silver hair. This was actually the first time in days that anyone had seen Oute's ears outside of his bed.

"Artificial heart connection complete, patient's vital signs stable... Begin liver crystallization."

Among the internal organs, the liver has the strongest regenerative capacity and is therefore the organ with the lowest risk of crystallization.

The silver-white blade was tinged with red light.

With enough original samples, given Rhodes Island's current technology, it could even cultivate a copy independently without relying on Fate Reconstruction.

Kal'tsit took the instrument from Folinic and said to Oute, "Stop the bleeding."

On the wilderness.

Those who initially intended to destroy the Reunion Movement ended up in a difficult situation, forcing themselves into a corner before the Reunion Movement should have died...

Talulah shook her head.

The masked thug driving beside him asked nervously, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no, please continue driving."

With the regular army remnants holding back Rhodes Island's main force and the infected blocking my way, no one should be able to catch me.

Leaving aside the current opportunity, if he wanted to find a chance to kill Ch'en... perhaps he could use Wei Yenwu's personal connections? If Dossoles invited him to meet at this time, he should... no, whether he had noticed "Koschei's" impending appearance was still unknown.

We will have to re-infiltrate Lungmen in the future.

The desolate scene outside the window receded into the distance, and she gazed at Number Fourteen Facility, lost in thought:

Doctor. Oute's tactical command skills are indeed extraordinary, but his strategic thinking is somewhat flawed. It's a pity he still actively entered the game at this point; it's a waste of his military talent. If I could use him for my purposes, with him as commander, perhaps I could choose the path of civil war, rebuilding the nation amidst iron and snow...

But now they're facing a regular army?

Despite the lack of decent support equipment, the idea of winning with another mob was nothing but wishful thinking—even more so than that of the child.

The future Grand Duchess Kashena felt the restlessness within her.

Sharp teeth bit down on fingertips, pulling off the lace glove. The only usable hand then yanked the glove out of the mouth.

Flames erupted, reducing this elegant and noble object to ashes.

"You will not succeed, 'Father.'" A stubborn voice echoed in her heart.

Talulah shrugged and whispered to herself, "Koschei was never alone. I am you, a more mature you, a you who has embraced the ideals of the former Grand Duke."

"And you are me, a more childish me, a me immersed in naive fantasies."

After she finished making excuses, she ordered the driver to roll down the car window.

The no longer paired lace gloves, wrapped in the ashes created by the dragon girl, were thrown out the window.

Outside Number Fourteen Facility, the remnant forces' assault was met with a classic "retreat-ambush" tactic. The armored vehicles used to breach the defenses were temporarily disabled by the personnel-killing effects of nerve-interference mines, and some were even destroyed by their own troops.

In that brief gap, a group of soldiers of varying heights and wearing SilverAsh overcoats suddenly rose up on both flanks.

Hidden in the snow!?

They conducted reconnaissance before the battle, so they infiltrated during the fighting!?

They're just a bunch of thugs, how could they go to such lengths!?

Retreat or hold out are both worse decisions!

They were outnumbered, and after deploying more troops to attack from the flanks, their frontal defenses became even weaker!

This is the only chance!

After a brief moment of shock, the captain of the remaining troops shouted, "Charge with me!"

Ignoring his nephew's objections, the elderly Ursus officer raised his saber and led his still hesitant troops in a charge toward the main battlefield.

Close combat has always been the most demanding test of an army's morale. To be honest... if the Deepwinter Soldiers could act independently, they would have been completely routed.

But there are no "ifs".

The charge was like a stone thrown into the sea; all that could be heard was the Winter Soldier's wailing.

Chapter 187 Alan Wakes Up

The charge of the remnants of the army group should have torn this mob apart, leaving them scattered and broken.

But they were never facing a mob.

Ursus's army incited the infected of Ursus, utterly destroying Chernobog in Ursus. A cold indignation burned in the hearts of the Deepwinter Soldiers, and this cold indignation drove them to entrust their entire being to the commander who could best bear it.

The powerful firepower formed a tight network of fire, with the most loyal and courageous soldiers charging at the forefront. And because of this, they endured the most firepower.

With the enemy captain leading the charge, this astonishing charge was launched three times in succession. With each charge, morale waned further, and between each charge, more soldiers "fell behind".

The most terrifying thing is that these soldiers who deliberately slack off are not targeted for capture; instead, most of them manage to escape.

Because of their contempt for the "Khan's Physician," some soldiers began to desert starting from the second charge. The command's actions of leading by example and boosting morale not only made the charges more decisive and powerful, but also led to a decrease in their control over the army.

The near-ground aircraft made its final dive towards the enemy, and a thick fog bloomed in the center of the battle formation.

An incredibly powerful Originium bullet pierced the chest of a regular army captain.

This is a serious battle, and W is in command. Trying to maintain a perfect survival record now would be playing with their own lives.

"That Sarkaz girl is actually pretty good at commanding." Ace raised an eyebrow.

Scout holstered his gun, beaming with pride, and said, "It's nothing, nothing at all!"

"Why are you getting so arrogant?!" Ace chuckled and scolded his old friend. "Besides, Doc Otter already prepared the solution, didn't he?!"

What's even more noteworthy is the sniping he just conducted from a near-Earth aircraft.

"I think this is just... average looks!" Ace gave a sharp critique of W's command.

"Look at what you're saying, we're all Sarkaz, we're all fighting under Doc Otter, and I'm just a redundancy here. I definitely deserve a share of her honor!" Scout completely ignored that comment, only saying how he could be proud of it.

Pilot Dylan, without turning his head, said, "While you're all in good shape, now that we're done down there, we need to intercept that guy!"

"How many freezing bombs do we have left?" a team member asked in a low voice. "If we're facing a fire dragon, we really need to cool it down, right?"

"Speaking of which, didn't Doctor. Oute recruit a white rabbit? She seems to be a master of ice manipulation, why didn't he bring her along?"

"Recruitment? What recruitment? Are they hiring?"

PRTS's electronic voice sounded at the opportune moment, "It is expected to land on the target's likely route."

"It is worth noting that: given the target's magical abilities, the near-ground aircraft cannot maintain support distance. Please prepare accordingly before engaging the enemy."

The agents looked up, already having made their plans.

He is Doctor.

But something's strange... This isn't a pre-recorded audio recording, nor is it PRTS's real-time transcription of electronic audio. Was the text first given to PRTS?

"To lower their guard, the forces deployed in this round are insufficient to engage them head-on and achieve victory. The next phase of operations will also aim to delay them as much as possible."

"Scout, in this operation you will serve as the frontline commander, and your responsibility will also be to lure the target into a conversation."

"Leave it to me," the Sarkaz youth said calmly.

"When the target falls into a unconscious state, all units must immediately cease attacking to prevent them from waking up."

"Of course, in the most extreme cases, the target may still be conscious and capable of retaliating, so we must not let our guard down."

"Therefore, Ace, I have prepared the following contingency plan, which I have carefully recorded for future implementation..."

Operating room.

"Doctor!" Folinic reminded him while wiping Oute's sweat, "Your terminal is vibrating!"

Let alone a magical skill like Fate Reconstruction that seems to defy the law of conservation of mass, even ordinary healing spells are rare in Terra.

As a medical student, having witnessed firsthand how Oute could Fate Reconstruction with his eyes closed, she felt even more respect for Oute.

"Understood."

Wendigo's wound slowly healed.

The stack of temperature-controlled boxes on the side, however, reveals just how much of its "original" condition remains.

"Based on the current indicators, he should wake up in about ten minutes, and regain consciousness within fifteen to twenty minutes," Warfarin reminded him. "Considering you're also exhausted, you probably have about five more minutes..."

"No need." Oute lazily raised his eyelids.

He ripped off his surgical gloves and cap, and his bright silver hair, freed from its restraints, immediately hid his round ears.

"Doctor?" Folinic carefully picked up a clump of ear feathers from the ground.

"Yours...?"

"..."

Despite the still very stuffy air in the operating room, Kal'tsit took a deep breath.

"...Ah." Warfarin belatedly looked at Folinic with a face full of pity.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?!" The fine downy fur on Folinic's cat ears fluffed up.

Oute said casually, "Okay, don't scare her."

It seems he really did intend to use the "Mind Flayer" as a pretext.

Although Folinic is tight-lipped and unlikely to leak information voluntarily, her reluctance to deny the rumors when they spread with the activities of the Sarkaz mercenaries is significant in itself.

"I'm going to lie down in the duty room for a while. Amiya will take over the work on the ship. After the aircraft returns, have FrostNova and part of the Yeti Squad board. Prepare cots and sleeping pills for them." At the door of the operating room cubicle, he naturally issued the order, "Kal'tsit, let Amiya handle things independently as much as possible. Unless her decisions are irreversible, do not interfere."