"Digestion?" Altona relaxed her tight body and observed the surrounding environment changed by uranium gold radiation, and followed the conversation. His mental perception had penetrated the body of the captive seeds, and the pollution that reproduced in the dragon's body had an impact on his perception, but it did not prevent him and Kingsley from being able to grasp the state of the polyhedral heart in real time.

"It would be more appropriate to call it fusion. This stomach bag of the contaminated dragon will indeed strengthen its strong corrosiveness and digestion due to pollution. However, if you want to melt the keratin film on the polyhedral heart, it will take several levels to increase the intensity." The polluted dragon is lying on the ground again, with its dull gray pupils closed, and fell into a quiet sleep again.

Cassia jumped down and guided the frozen gas energy to freeze the small area where the remaining heat was still left. At the same time, he expanded his perception and determined the location where some radiation had been brought in the dense forest. He walked over one by one, actively removing and absorbing the remaining radiation, making the environment normal, although dead trees could only remain withered.

"It's very similar to a parasitic coexistence relationship. During the quiet brewing of more than ten days, the polyhedral heart will gradually grow nerve bundles and proliferation tissues, connecting with the polluted dragon itself, becoming the real part of the dragon. This step can be regarded as a preparation for disguise. After the two are connected, they will truly merge into one. If the stacked pollution itself interferes with perception, the perception of advanced surgeons is based on the perception of advanced surgeons. Only after careful detection can we find that there is such a thing in the dragon's body."

"In the chaotic battlefield, the difficulty of discovering abnormalities has been increased, and it is not impossible to say that it is almost impossible to be discovered. According to the plan, during the time when this dragon flew to the center of the polluted node, the members of the plan who assisted the plan will launch attacks one after another to create a chaotic battlefield. When the enemy's attention is on all our high-level members, the dragon that is mixed into the polluted dragon group,,,,"

Cassia compared his palm to a dragon, and glided in the sky. "It will fly with its wings in the air like other polluted dragons, attacking and avoiding attacks. But suddenly, an unforeseen attack appears, and it will pretend to be injured and lower a little height; or, depending on the actual situation of the battlefield, being 'killed and shot down' will also be a good option."

The palm is tilted downward at this time, and it is shaking, "When the distance is enough, about three or four thousand meters, the dragon's injuries will suddenly disappear. It will sway its wings again and rush straight towards the center of the polluted node. Or, if it is 'killed and shot down', it will fall freely, and reach about one or two thousand meters, suddenly resurrect, fan the wings and rush straight to the center of the node."

After using his palms to simulate a series of movements, Cassia finally clapped his hands, "In the end, the dragon that hit the center of the polluting node will plunge deeply into the ground, and then trigger the polyhedral heart, releasing the long-awaited light under the heavy rain."

Kingsley clapped his hands, "I believe the performance will never disappoint you."

Cassia returned with a thankful smile, "will do her best."

"Yeah." Altona nodded beside her, "After watching the performance, when the lights disappear, we will run away under the heavy rain? Don't stay and applaud for a while?"

"If you want to see the wreckage left on the stage, I believe that no one will stop you and encourage you to go there. After all, what you see and feel will be important first-hand information. Afterwards, I will definitely ask Miss Hongmang to hold a grand funeral for you. The eulogy is - although you don't have a head, you have strong courage to face the enemy in the sixth stage."

Kingsley looked at Altona, "I will supervise this matter, it must be grand. Everyone who can call you will be called."

Altona was speechless, Cassia smiled, "Assisting members will be in a relatively safe position. The scope of notification by Mr. McGrie is the result of strict calculations by the Avalon organization. It can provide the maximum help to the plan as much as possible while ensuring that it is not affected by the light."

"In fact, after abnormal weather phenomena occur in the sky, you can directly evacuate. The visible range of the light will cover a very large area. With the help of the operator's vision, it is impossible to miss that period of time."

"Wait quietly." Altona continued at this time, and as he said, he turned around and sat on a tall ancient branch not far away.

"This will be the last quiet time, and the deterrence of the light can only be temporary. The crisis of the common country in the sea is delayed further, rather than completely resolved. Mr. McGrie should emphasize this reminder." Cassia finally ended with solemn words.

He then jumped to the polluted dragon, monitoring the dragon's condition, optimizing the connection with the dragon, and retaining as many remaining pieces of consciousness as possible. The last step of the plan, whether the dragon's own performance or the activation of the polyhedral heart, needs to be completed by him. In the chaotic battlefield environment, stable remote spiritual connection is the key point.

After more than ten minutes, the dense forest fell completely into silence. The heavy rain fell normally, and the breath of the three people disappeared one after another in the humid air, and here it returned to a more natural environment.

Defoni stood on the barren mountain and was wet for a while before taking the lift back to the factory inside the mountain.

The sound of friction, collision, etc. that have always existed have disappeared in recent days with the evacuation of a large number of people. The various places have become quiet, except for the sound of continuous transportation in the warehouse.

He steamed the rain all the way, went down the corridor to his office, opened the door, and saw a person sitting on the chair behind the desk, drinking wine with a glass of wine. The fragrance filled the entire spacious room.

"Mr. Grote." He bent over and greeted respectfully.

"Pegins and McGrie told me to find an opportunity to come and see you, and I will convey the latest news on my behalf." Grott put down his wine glass and said to Defoni. "It took a long time to find the opportunity, and finally came, but it has been ten days since they contacted me."

"It's been very quiet here. Compared to the few times I've been here before, I'm not used to it. The noise of 'bang bang' is more suitable for this place. Do you think so?"

"I can only think about it." Defoni went to the chair next to his desk and sat down.

"The situation is quite optimistic." Grote spoke directly to explain the result, "It can buy you more time and opportunities. The league will not give up on you easily."

"I don't think I have such value, although I really don't want to die."
Chapter completed!