The End of the Earth

The dazzling lights and the whispers in the ears.

Ye Minghao slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a comfortable bed. The whole room was swaying slightly. It turned out that he was in the cabin of a warship.

He was still very tired, but he had finally recovered a little.

"Sir! He's awake."

Ye Minghao glanced around and saw two white female soldiers in dark green military uniforms changing the medicine on his legs.

Ye Minghao wanted to move his dead body, but the female soldier stared at him with her fangs bared like a wild beast. She had two sharp teeth on each, both upper and lower, which were abnormally developed.

"Don't move, just lie still."

Ye Minghao was helpless. Although he could not feel the fluctuation of dark matter factors from the two female soldiers, he did feel a different aura when the female soldiers warned him just now.

He was like an old man about to be buried, just lying there and letting people play with him. At this moment, Ye Minghao thought of many past events.

He is very tired and exhausted now, and it is also the time when his mind is the most free.

Just as he was lost in thought, the cabin door opened.

"Hello again, Geralt."

"If I remember correctly, this is the second time we've met.

Don't let my people misunderstand, you and I are not familiar with each other."

The two female soldiers on the side covered their mouths and laughed.

Ye Minghao looked a little embarrassed.

Geralt looked at the two female soldiers and waved. The female soldiers packed up the medical supplies and left the cabin.

"Ye Minghao, the founder of the Elf Kingdom's only mixed army.

I'm curious, you came to this godforsaken place, you're not trying to escape, are you? "

Ye Minghao coughed, and a thin trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I need your strength."

Geralt's figure shook slightly, and the next second he appeared on Ye Minghao's bed.

Geralt slowly squatted down and looked at Ye Minghao's face carefully.

"I don't smell the desire to survive in your blood, but I smell ambition."

Geralt sniffed the bloody smell on Ye Minghao's body, and his pupils turned slightly red.

Ye Minghao's pupils gradually dilated, and the blood flowing out of the wound was floating towards Geralt drop by drop.

"Your life is over."

Geralt jumped out of bed and turned on the communication: "Communications room, ask Chef Wu to heat up the food!"

Gu Gu Gu~

Ye Minghao's stomach growled uncontrollably.

"If you're hungry, come with me~

As a former commander, I will let you have a good meal before you die."

Hearing the commander's words, Ye Minghao's heart felt like it was injected with a shot of cardiac stimulant.

In the restaurant, Geralt's men formed a circle.

They are looking at two men, one is eating and the other is looking at the man who is eating. The picture seems a bit warm?

"Is it delicious? This was personally prepared for you by the only chef on this B46 cruiser gunboat."

Ye Minghao was stunned when he heard Geralt's words.

So Geralt knew he would come?

"You knew I was coming?"

"yes.

However, you were an hour later than I expected, and I didn't expect you to attract so many evil life forms, native species at that.

In order to save you, many of my men were injured."

Ye Minghao immediately understood that although Geralt's people had been living here, they would eventually come into contact with forces from other regions.

It seems that although he has no intention of expansion, Geralt has not relaxed his efforts to infiltrate surrounding forces.

This also explains why he knew I would come.

“It’s delicious. I haven’t tasted this kind of food in a long time.”

When Chef Wu, who was watching from the crowd, heard this, the curve of his mouth became higher and higher, and he looked around at the other onlookers with pride.

As if to say, Behold! Recognition from the Elven Kingdom!

“It’s delicious, but poisonous.”

Ye Minghao coughed violently several times and saw blood clots on his hands.

“Oops, I almost forgot, ordinary fusionists can’t eat our food.

Sir, look, this is none of my business!

You didn’t say it was for outsiders to eat…”

Old Wu was a little nervous, and Geralt waved his hand.

"Don't be nervous. This foreign friend of yours is dying. He won't live long whether he eats this meal or not."

Ye Minghao stared at Geralt and twitched his lips: "Are you serious?

You know why I came.”

"You want the power of the bloodthirsty race to save your withered body?

You are so naive. Your life cannot be reversed.

Besides, why should I save you?

As a subordinate of the commander, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me when you are in such a mess? "

There was a burst of boos from all around, which was a contempt for Ye Minghao.

"what do you want?"

"I don't even know how many days I have left to live, and you ask me what I want? Hahaha!"

"what do you want?"

Ye Minghao stared at Geralt, as if everyone's ridicule had nothing to do with him.

"Stop dreaming, finish this meal and go back to bed and wait to die.

I'll give you a nice burial at sea."

"what do you want?"

When Ye Minghao asked the same question for the third time, there was no more sarcastic voice around him.

It seemed as if this outsider had some special magic, as if he fulfilled all wishes.

Geralt also became a little more serious, but his expression looked a little unhappy.

"Help me get Kalista out."

Ye Minghao looked at Geralt with complicated eyes. So Geralt had been planning this all along?

I'm afraid that infiltrating the Elven Kingdom was also to rescue Kalista.

"That's not a condition. She's the commander's only friend. I would have rescued her without you telling me. Let's change someone else."

Geralt waved his hand when he heard this.

"I'm different from you. If my brothers and sisters had ambitions, they would have ruled the surrounding areas long ago. It would never be your turn.

If you really want to help me...

Then hold on and don’t die!!”

After saying that, Geralt's pupils flashed scarlet blood, and he suddenly flashed to Ye Minghao's side and bit his neck.

Ye Minghao instinctively wanted to resist, but he was helpless.

"Hmm~ I miss this kind of scene so much!"

The onlookers also began to reminisce about the process of being transformed by Geralt.

It was a hellish journey of peeling skin and shaping bones, but also a wonderful realm of pleasure where flesh and blood blended together.

After more than ten seconds, Geralt retracted his fangs and leaned weakly against the restaurant bar.

"Are you all right, sir?"

Geralt's second-in-command asked with concern. It was the first time he saw Geralt so tired.

"fine.

This guy is obviously dying, but his body cells are like a giant beast.

I hope he survives the transformation process, because it would be heartbreaking if he died."

After saying that, Geralt turned around and glared at Old Wu.

"Where's my meal?"

Old Wu pointed innocently at the food Ye Minghao had eaten on the table.

“The guests ate it, and you won’t make it again?

Just let your respected commander starve?"

Old Wu sighed, shrugged his shoulders and walked into the kitchen silently.

It’s not that Geralt is deliberately making things difficult for Old Wu. In fact, after gaining the power of the bloodthirsty clan, one meal can last him for a month or two.

But he is a little upset now. He is not sure whether Ye Minghao can survive, so he needs to vent his emotions. Old Wu is just... just unlucky... maybe.