SWDnovel Chapter 109 Bones
Chapter 109 Bones
Upon returning to Rockwell Röhm Hospital, Grayson did not delay and implemented the extraordinary contamination incident handling procedures to the most stringent standards.
All the wounded brought back from the manor, all the medical staff in the two vehicles, and even the police officers who participated in the shooting and rescue, were all placed in isolation wards on the first basement floor of the hospital.
That area is a special zone set up specifically for wounded Extraordinary Individuals, with complete Extraordinary Contamination Isolation and Purification Facilities.
He personally led the team to conduct comprehensive tests on everyone's extraordinary abilities. Even those with only the slightest signs of contamination were strictly controlled, and no one was allowed to leave the hospital.
After doing all this, Grayson walked alone into the deepest room in the quarantine zone.
In the center of the room was a silver array plate, inscribed with intricate and precise runes. It was the special communication array granted by the Torchbearer to those who cooperated with extraordinary individuals.
He infused the array with his spiritual energy, and the pale golden light instantly illuminated all the runes. After a slight hum, the communication array connected with the Torchbearer's Rom City branch.
A series of complex codes, transmitted rapidly through flashing lights, conveyed the information quickly.
"I am Grayson from Rockwell Rom Hospital, ID number 734. I am requesting an urgent report." Grayson's voice was calm, but carried an undeniable gravity.
"High-risk, flesh-like contamination has been found at the Constance Estate incident site, and there have been cases of deformed organisms causing injuries. All contacts have been quarantined. The source of the contamination has not yet been identified. We request the branch office to intervene and handle the situation."
At the other end of the communication array, the liaison officer of the Torchbearer's Rom City branch couldn't help but show a hint of barely suppressed shock after deciphering the message.
His pupils trembled slightly, and a spiritual energy emerged from him, quickly activating an emergency button that hadn't been used in a long time.
At the same time, he quickly left his workstation and ran towards the deepest, least frequently visited room on the same floor.
Inside a simply decorated room.
A middle-aged man, who was a little overweight, was reclining on the sofa, holding a book and quietly reading it.
Bang bang bang.
The continuous and intense knocking interrupted his immersive reading experience.
A hint of displeasure flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
He remembered repeatedly emphasizing that people should not bother him unless necessary.
The next moment, the middle-aged man frowned.
He noticed a reddish light flashing rapidly on his desk not far away.
The middle-aged man immediately threw down the book in his hand, stood up with a speed disproportionate to his overweight figure, walked to the door, and opened it directly.
He saw a somewhat familiar face outside the door, looking at him anxiously.
"Flesh-and-blood type...extraordinary pollution."
The moment those words came from the person outside the door, the middle-aged man gasped, his face changing drastically.
Blood and flesh contamination.
For fifteen years now, Rom has not experienced any incidents of flesh contamination.
Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed to the communications room and said in a deep voice into the communications array, "Dr. Grayson, thank you for your timely report. Please ensure strict control over all quarantined individuals. Branch support will arrive immediately."
After the communication was cut off, the middle-aged man began to ponder at his desk.
The communications officer beside him cautiously suggested, "Minister Karl, should we notify headquarters?"
Carl, the deputy head of the Torchbearer branch in Rom, immediately turned around, glared at the other person, and shook his head.
The minister is not at the branch office right now; he must take charge of the overall situation.
next moment.
Carl pressed the emergency assembly button on his desk, and a chilling alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire Torchbearer branch building.
The members of the two squads stationed at the branch quickly assembled, and a sense of solemnity appeared in their eyes.
This was the first time many people had ever experienced such an emergency mobilization order.
Something big has happened.
"Issue the order!" Karl's voice, chilling with menace, echoed throughout the command hall. "Headquarters First Squad, proceed immediately to Rockwell Röhm Hospital to take full control of the quarantined personnel, thoroughly investigate the spread of contamination, and absolutely prevent any contamination from escaping!"
After speaking, he turned his head and looked at a sophisticated, mature woman standing beside him, dressed in a black uniform and exuding a capable air, and gave her instructions:
"Notify the third squad at the outer outpost to depart immediately for Constance Manor. Seal off the entire manor area, investigate the source of the contamination, and collect all traces of anything unusual. No one is permitted to enter or leave without permission!"
"At the same time, we notified the Gazette staff to tell them that they should cooperate with the publicity and guidance efforts to reduce the impact of the extraordinary spread."
The two orders were issued simultaneously.
The First Squad of the headquarters is the elite ace of the Rom City branch, specializing in handling and sealing off extraordinary pollution within the city; while the Third Squad is stationed on the outskirts year-round, possessing an intimate knowledge of the suburban terrain and complex environment.
The fact that two teams were deployed simultaneously demonstrates the seriousness with which Carl took this incident of blood and flesh contamination.
Inside the command center, torchbearers quickly assembled, their black uniforms exuding a chilling aura, and weapons and extraordinary equipment were rapidly distributed.
The black vehicles drove out of the branch office gate, one heading towards Rockwell Röhm Hospital, and the other towards Constance Estate in the suburbs.
A storm targeting the contamination of flesh and blood has quietly begun in Rom.
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Chris had been following that faint ringing bell for a long time.
All around were always those impenetrable walls of trees, filled with black substances.
The branches twisted and intertwined, and as Chris ventured deeper, the surrounding tree wall also changed.
Some of the tree walls began to shift positions as if they were alive, blocking all escape routes and forks in the road, leaving only one path guided by the sound of a bell.
The air was filled with the damp smell of decaying leaves, and a faint, ancient, and desolate scent.
The ground beneath your feet is always soft black soil, and you can't hear a sound when you step on it. The entire maze is immersed in a suffocating silence.
Only the sound of that bell continued to drift not far ahead.
Just as he turned abruptly around a corner, Chris felt a distinct chill on the back of his hand.
He looked down abruptly and saw the hexagonal yellow mark on the back of his hand appear without warning.
At the center of the mark, the holy seal pattern of the wind incarnation was flashing wildly, and a warm yellow light shone through the skin, carrying an almost throbbing resonance, as if something of the same origin was not far ahead.
At the same time, the bell that had been guiding him...
It vanished suddenly.
Chris's heart skipped a beat.
He was all too familiar with that scent.
This is the aura of the yellow mist, the aura of that mysterious space, and the same source power deeply bound to his wind avatar, the Holy Path.
at this point.
Now, he can only move forward; there is no way back.
Without hesitation, Chris strode quickly in the direction indicated by the markings, passing through a narrow gap in the tree wall, where the view suddenly opened up.
This is a wide, almost circular area, surrounded by towering black tree walls that enclose it like a wall.
Several identical entrances connect this area, like a crossroads in a maze. And in the very center of this area lies the skeleton of a colossal creature.
Upon seeing this, Chris's breath hitched slightly, and his pupils contracted rapidly a few times.
The skeleton was so huge that it almost filled his field of vision.
The ribs on both sides alone are more than ten meters long, like a dozen arched hills standing side by side, forming a huge, empty chest cavity.
His thick spine was thicker than his waist, stretching out into the distance. Most of his broken skull was buried in the black soil, with only half of the curved, horn-like bones showing.
Faced with this skeleton, Chris felt a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.
He suddenly felt a slight itch on his skin all over his body.
An urge to scratch his entire body hard welled up from the bottom of his heart.
Chris's eyes snapped open as he realized something was wrong.
They couldn't care about anything else.
Chris felt a surge of spiritual energy, and the purple barrier of the Guardian Ring instantly covered his body.
The power of the wind incarnation filled his entire body, and air currents swirled around him.
Meanwhile, Chris communicates with the Star Key, hoping to dispel the inexplicable itching.