The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 482

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Chapter 482 Dreaming

Chapter 482 Dreaming

At some point, a giant funnel-shaped pipe had appeared on the jungle floor in the distance.

The pipe was silver-white with a smooth surface, like a giant trumpet lying flat on the ground.

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The Crackshell Crabs lined up one after another and poured into the wide opening before disappearing into the darkness inside the pipe.

Standing above the pipe was a group of people.

There were both men and women. They wore light green work uniforms and stood on a metal platform buns across the top of the pipe, looking down at the endless stream of Crackshell Crabs below.

They looked completely relaxed, like they were watching an interesting show.

Some pointed downward while talking. Some smiled and nodded. One young woman leaned against the railing with both hands, her eyes shining brightly as she watched the crabs below.

But it wasn’t the look of a warrior staring at prey, nor the look of a hunter admiring trophies. It looked more like a hungry foodie staring at a feast.

Clara sat frozen on the ground, covered in blood with her mech shattered around her, her mind completely blank.

She watched the young woman jump down from the metal platform and walk toward the entrance of the giant pipe. The woman crouched beside it and watched the Crackshell Crabs lining up with obvious interest.

One especially large crab was trying hard to squeeze into the pipe/but it got stuck at the entrance and could neither move forward nor back out.

The woman watched it for a few seconds before suddenly reaching out and patting its shell.

“Don’t shove. Line up properly. One at a time. There’s enough for everybody.” Her tone sounded like she was calming a group of naughty little kids.

And unbelievably, the crab actually listened.

It backed up half a step and waited until the crab in front entered before obediently following behind.

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Clara’s brain completely shut down.

The woman seemed to notice something and lifted her head toward Clara.

Their eyes met across the distance.

The woman froze for a moment before frowning slightly.

“Oh. There’s still someone over there.”

She stood up, dusted off her hands, and walked toward Clara.

As she got closer, Clara finally saw her clearly.

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The Woman was much younger than Clara had expected. She wore her haw in a ponytail, and her face camed an expression Clara couldn’t quite describe.

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The woman crouched beside her and looked at the blood and broken mech armor covering Clara’s body.

“You’re badly hurt,” she said worriedly. “Did the Crackshell Crabs do this to you?”

Clara opened her mouth, only to realize she couldn’t speak.

The woman didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she turned around and shouted behind her. “Desmond! Bring a medical kit over here! We’ve got an injured person!”

Someone answered from behind.

The woman looked back at Clara and suddenly smiled.

The smile was so bright that Clara almost felt like she was dreaming.

“Don’t be scared,” the woman said cheerfully. “I already collected all those little crabs. You’re safe now.”

Little crabs?

The corner of Clara’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She looked at the woman. Then she looked at the endless thousands of Crackshell Crabs still pouring into the giant funnel.

For a moment, she seriously wondered if she had lost her mind.

At that moment, a strongly built middle-aged man walked over carrying a medical kit.

He frowned tightly after seeing Clara’s condition, but his hands moved quickly and skillfully as he stopped the bleeding, wrapped her wounds, and stabilized her injuries.

“Any internal injuries?” he asked.

Clara shook her head.

“Any mech fragments stuck inside your body?”

Clara shook her head again.

The man carefully checked her over one more time before finally relaxing slightly after confirming there were no life-threatening injuries.

He turned toward the young woman. “Ma’am, she’s not in critical condition. But she still needs to get into a recovery pod as soon as possible.”

The woman nodded before looking back at Clara. “Do you have any other teammates?”

Clara finally found her voice again.

“Yes…” Her voice sounded painfully hoarse. “They ran east… Seven people…”

The woman stood up and glanced toward the eastern jungle.

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Chapter 482 Dreaming

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