The Medallion

After a month's fierce battle, the United Army began to show signs of exhaustion. After all, they were still human, and their enemy was the spiritual race beings. The war imposed heavy burdens that were becoming too heavy for their human bodies to bear. Their dwindling strength contrasted and emphasized the difference between the human army and the spiritual race army. Soon, the spiritual race army began to gain ground.

But the most terrible thing was that a month ago, the spiritual race army had suddenly changed their fighting strategy. They stopped fighting with the United Army directly, but adopted assassination, sneak attack, ambush, and other guerrilla tactics. With the use of these back-alley strategies, coupled with the strength of the spiritual race, the United Army lost tens of thousands of soldiers in a month.

For this reason, Marcia was about to call Bryant and Lance to discuss countermeasures, but she didn't expect the unfortunate news that came subsequently.

"What? General Lance was ambushed and seriously injured?" Marcia was caught off-guard by the news, but she knew that she had to pull herself together. She assumed that Lance was in the West United Army's base, so she hurriedly packed up and left.

When she arrived at the base, she was met with the huge military camp's somber atmosphere. All the soldiers looked down in the dumps, which was understandable, as Lance's injury must have negatively affected the soldiers' morale.

A commander led Marcia to where Lance was resting. She had not even entered yet, but she could already hear sobs coming from inside. The first thing she saw was Isis, who was crouching on the edge of the bed and looking worse-for-wear. Lance, who was in a coma, lay on the bed, pale as death, while several grief-stricken commanders were standing beside him quietly.

Marcia walked straight to the grieving Isis, patted her comfortingly on the shoulder, and asked, "Isis, is General Lance..."

She didn't finish her words because as soon as Isis saw her, Isis asked hurriedly, "General Marcia, do you know where Basil is? In his current state, only Basil can save my father."

"I'm sorry. I don't know where he is." Hearing this, Marcia knew that Lance must be seriously injured. Normally, only Rocky contacted them, but it was not easy for them to find Rocky.

"Can you think of a way to contact Basil and ask him to come here right away? Otherwise, my father might die." Isis couldn't help but burst into tears as she spoke.

"I'll try," responded Marcia hesitantly. After comforting Isis for a while, she walked out of the camp and then used her Carrier Beast to contact Rocky. All they could do next was to wait.

that he was having a hard time breathing.

to console

fifth

Marcia couldn't help complaining as soon as she saw

Lance was, with Marcia following behind. And when Isis laid eyes on Rocky, her countenance lit up as if she had seen her savior. She

Please!" "I'll try my best. You both can leave now," Rocky simply responded

took Isis out of the camp, leaving Rocky to focus on Lance's still

the results were not satisfactory. Lance's injuries were too serious, and all the meridians in his body, including his heart, were broken. Even if Rocky operated on him, there was

Rocky still decided to try. As he was about to perform the operation, Lance suddenly woke up. He grabbed Rocky's hand

A short coughing fit cut in his words, but Rocky dared not to stop him from talking. "I... I leave them... to you." Lance could hardly speak, but he tried his best to express himself. In the end, when he had said his final words, a relieved smile flashed across his face. Slowly, like leaves floating with the gentle wind, Lance closed his eyes for the final time. This man, who had once been able to

Rocky's cold face. A touch of sadness flashed through his eyes, but he walked out of the camp with his back straight and his shoulders tight and

be cured?" Isis asked as soon

passed away," Rocky

the entire camp. All the soldiers around

accept that her father was gone. Her body trembled like a leaf, and she shook her head in denial and

She followed Isis into the tent, and a few moments later,

standing quietly, rigid, and in control. If the soldier were honest, they would have said that he looked more like a robot than a human at that

the camp. Isis's beautiful eyes were red and swollen, and although she stopped crying, she was still sniffling quietly, while Marcia was comforting