Heroic Death System

Yaonis stood outside the rescue room, desperately suppressing the spiritual power of the imminent uprising, waiting painfully. Hospital corridors, silence, depressed atmosphere make others dare not breathe.

Time goes by, as if it never ends. Yaonis hoped that time would pass quickly and was afraid to hear unbearable nightmares. I don't know how long it's been since the emergency room door was opened. However, the doctor's expression of regret was welcome.

“Sorry, we've done our best. ”

What do you mean, do your best? If he did his best, wouldn't he have been saved?

What else did the doctor want to say, but Yaonis had pushed him away, rushed into the rescue room, and saw the person lying quietly on the operating bed, his whole person standing stiff as if frozen, everything around him seemed to lose color.

The other day, he smiled and said to him, "He's the only partner I know. ”

The next moment, he was lying on an icy operating table, turning into a corpse without temperature.

The first time he saw his body, he put it in his heart. Not only because of spiritual compatibility, but also because of the touch of the soul. No sweet words, no oath of the mountains, they are naturally close to each other. Yaonis only found out at this point that he never said to him, "I love you."

Sankoh's tenderness and thoughtfulness made him think he was the only person in the world qualified to own him and protect him. However, he allowed the man to be killed before his own eyes.

“It's so dark, did anyone save me...”

“Don't be afraid, I'll save you, I'll protect you later and I'll never hurt you again. ”

I'm sorry, he's devoured the words...

Yaonis' eyes were red, his mind was constantly pressing, instantly out of control, and he swept wildly around.

“Aarnis, don't!” Several anxious voices echoed in an attempt to stop him.

The destructive power of a Class A Dark Sentinel is terrible in the event of a riot. And the large number of sentries and guides gathered here, slightly careless, can cause a spiritual chain reaction, forming a huge spiritual storm. Don't talk about ordinary people then, even high-ranking sentries will be inevitable.

Yaonis tried his best to control it with only a hint of reason left, but when he thought that he would never see him again, the grief and despair in his heart was like a tide, and a wave drowned him.

The entire hospital was overshadowed by violent spiritual forces, and all the sentries opened their defenses and struggled to resist this surge of spiritual giant waves.

“Aonis!” The Dean and others constantly tried to establish communication with Aarnis, and all failed.

If a dark sentry with strong self-control is out of control, no guide can guide him mentally. The only person who could reassure him had died a few minutes earlier.

“Aonis…”

“Yaonis... you want...”

“Do you want to kill your own child...”

Son? These two words make Yaonis' chaotic mind seem clear for a moment.

“Jean-Claude is pregnant, pregnant with your child! ”

Yaonis' brain “buzzed” almost thinking he heard it wrong.

At this point, the dean rushed over and grabbed his arm tightly, shouting: “Wake up! The doctor just detected a life reaction in Sankoh. It is imperative to ensure the safety of the child and to remove him from the mother as soon as possible. ”

The probability of male guided pregnancy is very low, as is the survival rate. If you are not careful, you will die in the womb. Now that the mother is dead, one more second is wasted, and one more point is dangerous.

His kid? Yaonis □ □ 's mental strength gradually calmed down, but his body remained motionless, just staring at Sankoh on the operating table.

See Aarnis calm down and the Dean immediately arranges for a doctor to transplant the foetus.

In fact, doctors were not objective about the outcome of the transplant, and it was difficult for the male guided body to give birth to life. Once pregnant, the foetus would have to be conceived in the mother for at least three months, but in the event of the mother's death, they could only transplant in advance, the dangers of which were self-evident.

The people around him, Yaonis seemed to have no idea, only the figure of the person in his eyes.

An hour later, the fetus was successfully extracted and transferred to the artificial mother's nest, and everyone was heartened.

Looking at that hidden white seed in the glass cover, a little flutter finally appeared in the pupils of the Aonis cavity.

“It's a miracle!” The doctor was thrilled to say, "For the first time I've seen such a vibrant foetus. ”

“This is the mother's work, and in that kind of trauma, he lasted almost seven hours, buying us valuable time to protect the breed. ”

“It is true, the wounded man's desire to win is extremely strong. He has survived several heartbeat stops, unfortunately...”

The voice behind it, Aarnis, was no longer audible, just blurred in front of him.

Shoulders were tapped and the dean's voice was heard: "This is your guide doing his best to leave your child behind and not live up to his expectations. ”

"Do not fail” to calm Aarnis down.

He thought he could be a good father.

Because the kid, he's the only trustee.

Five months later, the child was taking shape, and the doctor told him that it was a healthy sentry baby, like him, a dark sentry.

Aarnis was somewhat disappointed that he would prefer the child to be a guide to inheriting his mother's superior genes.

Seven months later, the child experienced his first spiritual fluctuations and strong pressure, causing all babies in the hospital to cry out of fear. A small number of sentries were also affected, and their mental strength reacted passively, flooding into this young life that was still being nurtured.

The artificial mother's nest sounded an audible alarm, and the hospital launched a large number of horses in an attempt to defend the child from mental attacks. However, without waiting for them to act, the child's spiritual strength changed again, and he was able to lure the spiritual strength of all nearby guides to converge on him, forming a huge spiritual protective wall around him to expel the spiritual attack of the sentry and assist him in his spiritual support.

It is also a strange phenomenon that has never occurred in the history of the country. It is normal for sentries to react passively to their mental strength, which is a self-preservation capability. But the spiritual support of the guide is never subjectively manipulated and will never be drawn by other forces (except the partner). Today, an unborn child is capable of escorting all his guides. In other words, whenever he wishes, he can take the spiritual power of any guide, and in the future he can choose any guide as his partner. As a dark sentry with minimal compatibility with the guide, this capability is utterly unthinkable.

It has been speculated that the child's genes may be affected by the maternal father's genes, with some variation, which allows him to be compatible with the spiritual power of all guides in the shape of a dark sentry. This variation is undoubtedly of paramount importance to the evolution of the Sentinel Guide's forces.

Ten months later, in the eyes of all, the child successfully escaped from the artificial mother's nest, breathed the first breath of air in the world, and proclaimed his birth with a high and powerful cry.

Yaonis held the child in his hand and felt his strong vitality, creating a wonderful feeling in his heart, joy, sadness, heartache, and thoughts...

Coco, our baby is born. Did you see that?

In order to better raise the child, the guiding guild helps Yaonis select an excellent A-level guide to take care of the child's life, on the one hand, and as a spiritual mentor to the child, on the other.

But Yaonis did not want outsiders to intervene in his space with Sankoh, and refused without any hesitation to help the Guild.

The Guild did not intend to impose anything on the will of the child's guardian, but did not expect things to develop unexpectedly. A strange spiritual uprising took place shortly after Yaonis took the child back. The child's spiritual strength triggered Yaonis' spiritual counterattack, almost causing a tragedy.

After Yaonis lost his cocoa, his mental strength became extremely unstable and, although normally well controlled, immediately activated if stimulated by the outside world. This spiritual uprising, if not for his vigorous repression, would be dangerous for the child.

In view of this situation, the Guild had to suspend the custody of Aonis, impose a separation of him from the child and allow him only to visit the child accompanied by a guide.

Yaonis tries to be normal with his children and ends up failing and finally having to accept this cruel reality. The child is his only trustee, and now even he has lost it.

Standing in an empty villa, Yaonis suddenly felt homeless.

In order to forget those wounds, he began to focus on his work and to fight against anti-political coalitions and the terrorist forces of all sides. The original three-day visit time gradually turned into five days, ten days, one month… up to a maximum of seven months.

The child grew up slowly in the guiding guild, staying away from his father more and emotionally distant. We met occasionally, and couldn't say a few words, and spent most of our time in silence.

Aarnis was a great hero in the outside world, but in the child's heart he was a ruthless, totally incompetent father.

On his birthday, he never attended; on his studies, he never asked; on his life, he never cared… the child yearned for the attention of the father, yet in the heart of the father was always only his duties and tasks.

The child's resentment of his father lasted until he was 18 years old. Yaonis promised to come back to celebrate his birthday, and he refused, but he looked forward to it.

However, he eventually lost his appointment.

The kid's waiting, it's an ice-cold urn.

Yaonis died in the mission, and no remains.

The child asked, "Did he leave anything behind? ”

The man who escorted the urn replied: "No, my lord did not have time to leave a message. ”

Is it too late, or is there nothing left to say?

The child silently accepted this reality and quietly helped the father preside over the funeral and bury him with his mother and father.

A few days later, he went back to his old house to collect his belongings and found a locked room.

Find the keys to open the door and the first thing you see is a table full of models and toys. If he's not mistaken, these are the things he played when he was a kid. In addition, there are several thick albums in the drawer, from small to large, detailing his growth. The last book, a photo album of the father and the mother father, was the father standing next to the mother and father, quite different from the man he had in mind. He in the picture, as if he were the real him, is full of drowning in love and passion for life.

When the child turned to the last page of the album and saw the handwriting on it, he suppressed his grief for a few days and finally came out with tears.

Give our beloved child peace and happiness for his life.