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After dinner, Freyr and the others returned to the tent to rest.
However, when no one was around, he suddenly heard a sound coming from outside. It seemed like someone was crying.
Confused about how someone could be crying at such a time, he got out of bed and stepped outside the tent to take a look around, but found no one there. Eventually, he returned to the tent to continue resting. However, just as he lay down, that divine-like sound began again, and it seemed to be getting closer.
At that moment, it appeared that others were also approaching. Upon inquiry, he discovered that many people were experiencing this strange sensation; they had not shown similar symptoms before. What was happening now? Previously, they had felt nothing unusual, except for the strange injection administered by a nurse into their carotid artery before sleeping.
According to the nurses, this injection was a hypnotic shot. Since they only had five hours of rest time, this special shot could extend the body's sleep time from five hours to over ten hours. However, if it was a hypnotic shot, shouldn't their willpower be dulled? Yet they all felt incredibly alert. The sound they heard did not seem like a mere hallucination; everything felt too real and bizarre.
At this point, Freyr had lost all desire to sleep. Their group was accompanied by a mentor from the Division-Level Hunter Team. This mentor could represent all members of the Division-Level Hunter Team, but many of these individuals were self-serving and preferred not to get close to others.
If it weren't for Lutian's absence during previous events, they might not have even boarded that flight for such a strange mission.
Now, Lutian's control over this team had been maximized. Since Lutian was present, those who played mind games naturally fell silent. However, the current situation reflected just that.
The next scene unfolded like a key plot in a movie; the pilots seemed to have developed some sort of telepathic ability. They gathered together to unify their experiences from earlier and communicated with each other, concluding that there was a buzzing sound in their heads.
Just then, there seemed to be some commotion outside the tent as a group of nurses rushed back and forth.
Upon seeing that there was no one inside the tent, they panicked and called for others to check the monitors. However, just as one nurse approached this tent, she was startled by the scene inside; the pilots were standing in the tent as if it were a bustling marketplace.
"What’s going on? Why aren’t you all sleeping? Why are you here?" the nurse asked.
"We have something buzzing in our heads," someone beside them responded.
"Oh? Is that so?" The nurse seemed to understand, her expression shifting as she grasped the situation.
Another nurse rushed over with a group of people, followed by several doctors in white coats. Each of them appeared quite competent, and it was clear they had decades of medical experience among them.
The first of the doctors quickly stepped forward. "Oh, report: Experimental Class Group Three is all present. Please confirm, Head Nurse." The speaker was a slightly overweight doctor who looked somewhat short. Upon hearing this, their hearts sank; it didn't seem like an accident had occurred. Moreover, the changes they were experiencing were undoubtedly related to that injection.
"What is going on? We need an explanation," someone suddenly spoke up. Although the timing wasn't ideal, he voiced the question that lingered in everyone's minds.
However, none of the doctors responded; they remained silent. A few even seemed ready to take action, but at that moment, the Head Nurse stepped in front of them. She stood tall and calmly replied, "Hello, esteemed warriors. You have been implanted with an antibacterial system that will enhance your physical condition and invigorate your cellular activity to some extent. This phase is when changes occur, so you may experience some discomfort for about half an hour. Please hold on; my Experimental Class will receive genuine hypnotic injections within three hours. The antibacterial vaccine will further transform your bodies. If you wish to avoid this torment, you can request the hypnotic injection from our medical team."
By this point, some individuals could no longer endure the pain. With the help of medical personnel, they quickly received the hypnotic injection and fell into a deep sleep within minutes. Time passed swiftly in their oblivion.
Four hours later, Freyr awoke from his slumber. He felt a surge of power blossoming within him, leaving him somewhat restless. This sensation was unusual; he was abnormally exhilarated this time. He realized that the cellular activation serum must have caused a mutation in his body, significantly enhancing his resistance.
The pilots emerged from their quarters, with Freyr and his companions trailing behind them. However, they soon diverged from the group and made their way to the Tower.
The sky was as dark as ink. Looking up towards the horizon illuminated by countless spotlights, everything remained eerily quiet; it seemed no incidents had occurred.
On this calm night before the storm, they stood atop the Tower, gazing into the distance as the entire horizon glowed against the darkness below, which was now subtly trembling.
Numerous aircraft had returned, while others were preparing to take off from the base.
The fierce tail flames exploded in the air, swiftly piercing through the distant darkness.
"This mission cannot fail, warriors. Good luck to you all!"
"You are not going to your deaths; you are not alone. Behind you are ground-to-ground missiles, 105 rocket shells, and long-range support!"
Suddenly, the voice of Hilbert crackled through the communication channel.
The pilots formed a V-shaped formation in the sky, a battle arrangement meant to boost morale at the scene. Surrounding them were circular aircraft, while in the center were several hot air balloon-like airships. The Human Alliance's airships were notably durable, filled with hydrogen, and if it came down to the last moment, they were ready to take their enemies down with them.
For soldiers, death was the greatest honor; thus, it was often referred to as sacrifice.
Before taking off, the pilots would gather for a group photo—a tradition that had persisted for nearly a thousand years and was unavoidable here. The warriors who ascended into the skies did not have a habit of collecting dog tags; once dead, they were simply gone, and their bodies would be lost without a trace. Therefore, if any aircraft failed to return during regrouping, it was clear what had happened: they had perished. There would be no other explanation. Falling from ten thousand meters meant certain destruction; survival at such heights was improbable. Even insects typically left no survivors; they lacked the intelligence to do so anyway. Besides serving as food, what they needed most was sustenance.
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