I Heard That My Fiancé is Super Fierce

Chapter 1: A claw slapped on Dewitt's face!

The people of the Assyrian Empire were devastated. A month ago, their Marshal was infected with the Zerg King’s poison during the war against the Zerg (1). Two days ago, the doctor in charge gave notice of the critical illness. Such a revelation made the whole Empire’s sky seem to turn grey.

The Empire’s forum exploded into an uproar, causing a stir among the people.

[Dream of Water: God, my Marshal ah ah ah ah! How could I not have been notified of such danger?! What’s the meaning of this? Didn’t the Empire swear an absolute, inexplicable oath against the Zerg? How can this be done? Kneeling to the Marshal, so he doesn’t have an accident, kneeling to the attending doctor not to give up, ah!]

[Fatty Duo: Zerg poisoning is so deadly that no anti-toxin can be found. Even the Marshal will not survive. What does this mean? Is Assyria going to be destroyed?]

[Pig Man: I can’t help exploding from the news again. I’ve known about it. My cousin works in the Genetic Survey Center. I heard his elders say he hasn’t returned home for four days. Now the whole Genetic Survey Center is working overtime. Someone said that they were looking at a set of genes for a beast that matches the Marshal’s. They are stepping up the investigation.]

[Devil: What?! Can anyone wake me up? These people are crazy! Although I genuinely feel that the Marshal should get better at any cost, but a contract beast?! What’s the use of those things? Everything is in danger. What do they want? The Marshal to jump out of bed and make a contract?! Didn’t Assyria abandon this method eight hundred years ago?]

[Egg: I would rather believe in miracles rather than assume that the Imperial Summit would come up with such a way to save the Marshal. It must be false! After creating a bond with the beast, they will live and die together. The contracted beasts in ancient times can’t be compared to now at all. What’s the difference between letting the Marshal create a binding contract with a beast and adding another risk to him? What’s more, the spiritual remedy of a bond would be of no use at all. Who on earth came up with such a foolish idea?]

The discussion of the collapse of the Empire on the Star Net made its way to Liberec, the planet where the severely wounded Marshal Dewitt was taken to, and an incredible roar broke the quiet of the morning.

“What a joke!” Mark was at the top of the building when he sneezed fiercely. He was tired from driving for more than seventy hours without stopping. However, he still kept up his spirits for twelve minutes, looked at the cage in his hand, and straightened his back.

He was at a massive sanatorium on the planet of Liberec. When the war broke out, this planet had been taken to be used as a transit station for those with the Zerg poisoning. But a month ago, after Dewitt led the pro-army faction to devastate the Zerg, the frontier exploration was temporarily suspended and the sanatorium gradually quieted. Transfer after transfer led to there not being very many patients left.

Now, inside and outside, Dewitt’s troops were on guard. Mark had been heavily checked before entering, and if he hadn’t met Lieutenant General Cassey, who was personally patrolling, he might not have been able to get in.

After a lot of hard work, Mark finally saw Cassey, who was past his best days and was very excited. Mark wanted an explanation for the situation without thinking about the time or place.

This had caused a scene just now.

After roaring at Mark, Cassey seemed to realize that the time and place were wrong. He gave Mark a dark look and took him to a conference room in the sanatorium. He looked at the cage in Mark’s arms with an ugly face and said sharply, “Qi beast? You just said you want the Marshal to sign a contract with a beast at this critical moment?!”