The whole empire is bringing us together

Chapter 38

Hyperion and Quint looked at each other, and when they entered the hall, they saw Hanselton sitting at the top with his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and Connor standing in the middle of the hall with his arms folded and his face indifferent The Omega girl fell in front of him, supporting her body with her slender arms, with light makeup on her face, tears streaming down her face, a messy red veil on her body, and abnormal flushes on her cheeks.

The pheromones of Omega menarche are all over the room, and Hanselton who has been combined will no longer be induced into passive estrus because of instinct, but he can still smell it.Hyperion has been frowning since he entered the door. Fortunately, he has experienced high-intensity anti-pheromone training since he was a teenager, so he didn't have much reaction for the time being.

Grand Duke Philip, whose appearance can only be described as a crooked melon, knelt in front of Hanselton, sweating profusely with a look of fear on his face: "Your Majesty! This is all her own idea, I didn't even know that she deliberately seduced you matter!"

As he spoke, he stood up and staggered towards the girl, slapping her with a raised hand: "Who told you to do this! If you don't obey me, get out of here as soon as possible!"

After the slap, the girl let out a cry of pain, and was slapped directly to the ground. A piece of skin was scratched on her elbow, half of her cheek was swollen, and the corners of her lips were bleeding.

The faces of the four people in the hall changed, Quint hurried forward, but Hyperion was faster than him, Alpha strode over, grabbed the hand raised by Grand Duke Philip again, and said in a deep voice: "Duke, she is sending... During the estrous period, you didn't rush her to the imperial doctor, but beat her here, making people wonder if she is your daughter."

Quint squatted down in front of her, supported her and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I..." The girl showed pain on her face. Without inhibitors and Alpha, the unrelieved pain of estrus could even make Omega self-mutilate. She grabbed Quint's arm like a life-saving straw, With tears in his eyes, he said, "Help me...please save me..."

Upon hearing this, Quint immediately took out the inhibitor from his armband and gave her an injection, then picked her up by the waist, and asked Connor, "Where is the imperial doctor?"

"I've already called him over, you can take her to the second room on the left of the corridor first."

Connor took a deep breath, his temper is not very good, he has always been someone who does not offend me, I will not offend, if someone offends me, I wash my neck and wait for death.He sneered, and said to the Grand Justice: "She made her own decision? She dared to dress like this and break into Hansen's study without your permission? Do you think I'm a fool!"

Hanselton walked down from the steps at the head of the hall, embraced Connor, rubbed the tooth marks on the back of his neck as a comfort, and shouted sharply: "If you can move your mind to the right way, Lancer star will definitely not be This is the way it is now. Let’s not talk about the route, I think it is necessary to consider sending an administrative inspector to Lanser.”

Quint carried the girl into the waiting room. She had just reached the middle stage of estrus, and the inhibitors could do little. , every exhale has a sweet breath.He pressed the girl face down on the bed, preventing her from doing anything that would hurt herself while she was struggling.

After a while, Hyperion's voice came from outside the door: "Quint, how are you doing?"

"It's okay, I can handle it." Although Hyperion was outside the door and was also wearing a barrier armband, Omega was extremely sensitive to the Alpha's breath during the estrus period, and the girl who had lost all sense emanated from her. Produced more intense pheromone, calling Hyperion.After struggling violently, Quint failed to hold her firmly, and was caught off guard by her hugging him tightly like a sloth.

"Go away, the doctor will be here soon, uh-!" Quint was caught by her inadvertently, and with a muffled grunt, he tore her off his body forcefully.The girl kept weeping. She was just an adult and had no experience in dealing with estrus. She could only instinctively get close to the people around her and seek relief.

Fortunately, the imperial doctor finally arrived. The two female Betas didn't even give Hyperion at the door a corner. They rushed into the lounge, put the silver suitcase on the ground and opened it, and each of them picked up the specially prepared injection. One of them copied a special tool that could relieve Omega, and surrounded the girl suffering from estrus.

Quint was finally free. He climbed out of bed, put on the shirt that had been pulled to his shoulders, and walked out of the lounge quickly, stroking his messy hair.

Hyperion was originally leaning against the wall, but when Quint came out, he straightened up immediately and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Quint's clothes were messy, and lipstick marks were all over his face and neck, as if he had been humiliated by someone.He wiped it with the back of his hand and couldn't wipe it off, so he sighed and had to give up.Soon there was a joyful cry from the room next to the wall, Quint blushed when he heard it, and pulled Hyperion away quickly.

Watching Quint wash away the red marks on his face in the bathroom, Hyperion looked him over carefully from head to toe, and asked, "Aren't you affected?"

"It's okay, my hormonal imbalance has improved a lot." Quint wiped off the water on his hands, his lips were tight.All his estrus periods were passed by inhibitors under the care of a doctor. Today, seeing the girl's slutty appearance without reason, I can't help being a little scared. If one day he stops using the inhibitors, he will go through the estrus naturally. Will she be like her during the love period?

Hyperian seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled and whispered: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you."

"You're the one who talks too much." Quint pushed his back and pushed him out.His skin was too fair, and whenever he was shy, his face would turn red very obviously, which made Hyperion want to tease him whenever he had something to do.

"Are you still going to accompany Connor?" Hyperion asked when the two walked to the garden.

Quint shook his head: "No, let Hansen play well now. If Connor wants someone to comfort him, he will naturally contact me."

The sky is gloomy, thunder rolls in the distance, and it is faintly about to rain.Hyperion sat down on the bench in the veranda, and Quint leaned on the railing with his arms crossed, recalling the merciless slap of the Grand Duke Philip, and couldn't help asking: "Is that girl really the Grand Duke's daughter?"

"Certainly not, look at his appearance, how could he give birth to such a beautiful daughter." Hyperion has seen a lot of troubles in wealthy families since he was a child: "It is estimated that the little beauty was searched from somewhere, for the good. Throw it to Hansen, or get more benefits after the matter is done before claiming it belongs to my daughter."

"It's really..." Quint frowned, not knowing what to say. The girl might not be innocent, but she was definitely not the culprit.

"Don't worry, Philip will definitely get the punishment he deserves. Hansen has long seen that he is domineering all day and is not pleasing to the eye, and wants to appoint an administrator to Lanser. Now there is a reason."

A few drops of drizzle fell on the surface of the lake, causing ripples in circles. The fish poked their heads out from the surface of the lake, took a look and turned back.The rain soon became heavier, and the two chatted about the weather on the way. Suddenly, Quint slapped his head: "Oops, I still have classes."

"When?"

"In the second major section, we are going to introduce the light path theory of heavy weapons to the merit-based plan." Quint glanced at the terminal: "There is still half an hour, no, I have to leave quickly."

"I'll go with you." Hyperion stood up, seeing that the rain was getting stronger and stronger, he took off the nano-defense device on the armband and gave it to Quint: "It happens to be able to use this as an umbrella."

"What about you?"

"I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I'm not afraid of getting wet." Hyperion said nonchalantly, "As long as I run fast enough, the rain won't be able to catch up with me."

"Forget it." Quint leaned forward with a smile, his warm body pressed against his side, and opened the defense device: "Just go together."

The defense device was originally designed for a single person, and it would be a bit crowded for two people to use. Quint adjusted the protective layer to only cover the top layer of the head, and Hyperion almost hugged him, even though Hyperion was exposed. The arms outside are still unavoidable from the baptism of wind and rain.

Back to the apse of the palace, asked the palace staff for an umbrella, and used the teleportation device to reach the First Military Academy. Accompanied by Hyperion, Quint hurried there, just in time for the end of the first class.

He prepared a bit, and the students came in in twos and threes.Because the class was for merit-based students, Quint’s lectures were all in-depth and cutting-edge things. After 10 minutes of his lecture, he saw Hyperion slipping in through the back door openly and sitting in the last row.

Quint paused, pretending he didn't see anything, and continued to talk about himself, but when the students looked down at the questions on the terminal, he raised his hand and gestured for Hyperion to shoot.

Hyperion lay back clutching his heart and mouth very cooperatively.

Until the end of get out of class, the students didn't realize that Hyperion had been their classmate for two hours, and they were surrounded by the students and asked a few questions. When Quint packed his things and officially ended class, Hyperion, who had slipped away 5 minutes early, was already there. Waited at the door for a while.

"What are you doing in the classroom? You know all these things. It sounds like a waste of time."

Hyperion and Quint each held an umbrella and walked towards the nearest teleportation station: "I don't want to see what the professor looks like when he is in class. I just realized it after seeing it, and it's even better than I imagined." Charming, if I were your student, I would have been fascinated by you for a long time, and I don't know what my last name is."

"You are so serious." Quint laughed: "If you fail, you will know your last name."

In the afternoon, Quint went to the workshop to oversee the work. Hyperion just happened to give a practical class to the students of the merit-based program. Deliberately suppressing restlessness, the training is particularly vigorous.

In addition, he hadn’t exercised his body to the fullest for a long time, and after arranging additional physical training punishments for students who failed to perform, Hyperion packed a [-]-kilogram backpack after class, and planned to go for a run in the mountains and forests. Let go of excess energy in your body.

He set off with Colonel Alpha, who was also the instructor of the selective students, and the two agreed to take different routes to see who would go around and return to school first, and they parted ways at the foot of the mountain.

The rain had dropped a lot and was pattering, making the road on the mountain a little muddy. Hyperion braved the rain and turned over two hills all the way before stopping to take a rest.

Ten minutes later, Hyperion put on his pack again, threw away the lead weights tied to his trouser legs and arms, and headed deeper into the forest at a faster speed than before.

The setting sun was covered by rain clouds, and the fifth mountain had already been left behind by him. Hyperion noticed the slight change in the surrounding scenery in an instant.The sky was getting darker, and in the shadows of the lush plants, something was growing, quietly lurking, waiting to launch an attack the moment he passed by.

Hyperion suddenly slowed down, a palm-sized black "flying dragon" crashed past his head, its wings flapped rapidly and made a sound of piercing the air, the edges were as sharp as a blade.The jumping wing crawled out from the back of the grass leaves, with slender legs, and quickly jumped up along his legs.

He cursed secretly, frowned, closed his eyes and waited for the hallucination to subside, but what followed was the surrounding sharp laughter, mixed with the sound of insects crawling and flying, coming from all directions, getting closer and closer.

When he opened his eyes, the hallucination did not disappear. A huge worm stood upright, its eight eyes reflected his face, and the scarlet tongue in the sickle-like mouthparts had a human face on it—he was very familiar with that face , was his first adjutant who died tragically under the hands of the Zerg.

Hyperion's pupils narrowed sharply, and he secretly clenched the laser gun that slid to his palm, motionless.The giant worm's hundreds of legs rolled back and forth, and the face of the man with the sarcoma on the tip of the tongue showed a distorted expression of crying and laughing. After a long period of stalemate, a flying dragon landed on Hyperion's shoulder, opened its big mouth that cracked to the base of the ear, and bit down.

The moment the severe pain came, Hyperion closed his eyes again, blocking the hallucinations from his vision. He was not bitten by the Zerg before, so he immediately recognized the extreme that almost made him faint. The pain was a bone pain that had haunted him for a long time.

His legs were completely exhausted, Hyperion staggered two steps backwards and hit the tree with his back, and slowly slid to sit on the ground, gasping for breath, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Contact Quint. "

The terminal on his wrist lit up when he heard the sound, and automatically contacted Quint's terminal for him. After a long wait of more than ten seconds, Quint's voice came: "Hello?"

"I fell ill at the back of the military academy." Hyperion vaguely felt the smell of blood spreading from his mouth, and the chaotic voice in his ears almost drove him crazy. He swallowed, his consciousness drifted in chaos, and his voice gradually weakened : "I may...can't go back by myself."

The author has something to say: for the last time, Xiaohai will not be abused because of illness www