Chapter Twenty Two: What Could be Worse?
"Commander! We've detected…something…weird!" Even Regulatory T Cell, who was specially trained to be calm, was having a hard time maintaining her composure.
"What is it?" Helper T whirled around from staring at the monitor. Regulatory T pointed at something.
"Those…those two germs…they're…" her face turned as pale as a neutrophil's, perhaps even paler.
"They're drawing their powers from the cancer cell!" Helper T Cell jumped up from his seat and immediately contacted Lady Macrophage.
"Lady Macrophage, I'm afraid you must deal with those germs as soon as possible. They are bringing power to the cancer cell. Once you get rid of them, you…you must kill him. Use the gift Nu Wa gave to the macrophages. I know full well that you may not come back...best of luck, captain of the Immortal Maids."
"Understood." The macrophage considered wearing "it", but then wavered. Perhaps the power of Nu Wa's gift would be enough. No, she still needed "it". She put "it" on and grabbed Skadi Ondurgud, the scythe explicitly designed for "it". This would be a fierce battle, but it would be won…even at the cost of her own life.