Chapter 1335 Treatment Plan

The action team leader quickly came to the place pointed by his subordinates - a sunken area some distance away from the bombing area.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the brilliant sun was shining brightly on Wolf's Ridge Mountain. Under the sunlight, the obsidian-like crystals formed by the melting and solidification of rocks on the edge of the bombing zone glowed with colorful reflections. The action team members sent to the ground by the outpost research ship gathered around a pile of strange-looking molten matter, and were using various equipment such as magic detection and life perception to detect a strange-looking wreckage in the pile of molten crystals. .

The sound of metal boots trampling on the ground came from the mountain road, and the operation team leader came among the team members. Through a thick protective mask and a breeze shield, he frowned slightly and looked at the strange wreckage his subordinates found—it was Wrapped in a mass of black things, the whole body is half buried on the hillside in a liquid form. If the discoverer is not keen enough, this thing may be easily mistaken for just an ugly stone at first glance.

But after careful observation, you will find that it has more regular edges and surfaces than stones. Although the whole has been deformed, traces of its artificial processing can still be seen, and in a damaged gap, the operation team leader can still It seems that there is a more complicated internal structure inside, with crystal-like inlaid substances and curly metal "branches".

"Team leader, what do you think this thing is?" A subordinate asked next to him, "It should be man-made, right? But it's obviously not left by the orcs... the monsters that ran out of the wasteland Can something so advanced be made?"

"Those monsters lack intelligence, and the controllers behind them are not—don't underestimate our enemies, those dark priests actually possess very advanced technology, so we can't just treat them as monsters," said the operation leader's dull voice It came from under the protective visor. He stepped forward to carefully observe the man-made wreckage wrapped in the mass of molten material, and after confirming that the dangerous substance sensing unit he was carrying had not alarmed, he stepped forward carefully and touched the surface of the thing with his fingers. Cai said in a deep voice, "This thing is definitely not ordinary...Look around, this is right next to the bombing site of the supercritical accelerator, and the nearby stones have been burned, and this thing can still be preserved..."

"We checked it with the distortion detection filter just now, and it seems that there is still a very weak magic reaction in the core of this thing—but there is only a little magic reaction left, and I am afraid it is completely damaged," said another subordinate. , "In addition, it is different from other wrecks left by those monsters. There is no toxic substance left in this thing, and there is no magic energy pollution. It is strange that this thing is...'clean'."

Hearing the last description of his subordinates, the operation leader's heart moved, and his expression suddenly became more serious—the wasteland monsters give people the impression of "pollution", and there is no concept of "cleanness" wherever they go, but Here, there is a "clean thing" that does not carry pollution, which is the most abnormal point in itself.

"...We have to find a way to get this thing up," he immediately said in a deep voice, "Let the chief think tank lead someone to analyze what this thing is... brothers and sisters,

Get ready to get busy! "

"The key is how to get this thing?" A subordinate suddenly had a headache after hearing the group leader's order, "It is completely covered by these crystals, and we don't have such fine tools to dig it out... "

"Then cut off the whole thing and take it away. I'll tell the 'above' and let them send a big cloud base transporter down." The operation leader waved his hand, "Get it up and let the lab People find a way to dig slowly, and start working!"

Not long after, in a large laboratory on the upper floor of the outpost research ship, Marin Leslie stood in front of the large analysis platform, looking at the "research sample" just sent up by the exploration operation team, with a dazed expression.

The light from the roof of the laboratory shone on the veteran researcher Cheng Mingwaliang's head, making it look dazzling.

"Our exploration team discovered this thing near the No. 7 impact site," an assistant researcher introduced next to him, "it has obvious traces of artificial processing and a complicated internal structure, which is suspected to be left by those aberrations. The 'relic', everything around the landing point was destroyed by the energy released by the supercritical accelerator, but this thing remained - the crystalline material wrapped on its surface was sent up with the sample, and the surface has no conditions to deal with it. further stripping."

Marin frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly turned to the main brain communication terminal not far away: "... Can the internal structure be scanned?"

As his voice fell, a blurry figure appeared in the sky above the communication device, and a female-synthetic voice came out of the device: "You can only scan the general outline of the crystalline material, and you cannot reproduce the contents." Concrete structure - the results of the analysis are being delivered to the analysis platform."

In the next second, the surface of a projection crystal in front of the analysis platform shimmered, and a light blue holographic projection appeared in the air. What appeared in the projection was a distorted and deformed figure that could barely distinguish its outline. cube things.

"This thing..." Marin frowned and stared at the picture presented in the holographic projection, but he thought of another thing he saw in the high-authority data link of the neural network not long ago, which was far away. The information sent by the Krakens in the depths of the ocean...

"Contact the Dawn of the World immediately!" He reacted immediately, turned his head and said to the main brain, "I'm afraid we have caught an important clue!"

...

The unique complex smell of alchemy potions floated in the air, and the deep humming of some kind of mechanical device came from the depths of the ventilation duct not far away. Brighten up the neat and simple furnishings in the room, and also bring a rare warmth in winter.

Wycliffe was lying on the soft bed, feeling the alchemy potion gradually repairing the hidden wounds and toxins in his body, but he couldn't help but look out of the window again and again.

Even now, he still has a sense of unreality - just looking at the spacious and bright room in front of him, who can imagine that this place is actually in the sky?

He is currently on a "medical ship" floating in the sky, flying above Hongyu City together with this huge sky fortress! What kind of incredible experience is this?

To be honest, Wycliffe does not lack the experience of soaring in the sky. As an extraordinary person with good strength and one of the "Five Kings" of Ogulei, whether it is flying for a short time with his own strength or riding a lion It is a trivial matter for him to fly a vulture into the sky, but that kind of flying experience is a completely different concept from riding an anti-gravity flying fortress. He still remembers being sent to this "medical ship" by a dragoon fighter plane. "The kind of shock I felt after going up——

In the twilight of the sky, the huge city in the sky floats in the clouds, the majestic buildings stand proudly on the floating platform made of steel, and the steel fleet surrounds a group of cities in the sky, flying between the clouds and mist, and Above these flying cities, there are even more dragons soaring. As the morning light gradually rises, the sun rises from the distant horizon, the darkness recedes, and the earth stretches under his feet. It even gave him an illusion that a mortal has stood At the height of the gods in the past, the illusion of overlooking and dominating all things...

But maybe that is not an illusion. For the Cecilians who have completed the great feat of killing gods and built miraculous engineering creations like the "Dawn of the World", they are probably really qualified to overlook the land on this land. everything...

Complicated thoughts fluctuated in the human king's mind. Maybe it was the "healing force field generator" next to the hospital bed that was affecting him, or maybe it was the "sacred potion" that the nun gave him two days ago. "The effect of the medicine still remained, and he felt that the messy thoughts in his mind were emerging more endlessly than ever before, and at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly appeared from the window, and moved slowly in the depths of the clouds and fog .

That was the Dawn of the World, the "core mother ship" of the "Air and Sky Fortress Battle Group", and now the new center of the entire Ogulei defense line, and the "medical ship" he was on, the two he had seen before A "War Church" and several other air fortresses belong to the escort formation of the Dawn of the World. In addition to the two war churches and the medical ship that already sit in the Falm Fortress, every day there are flying fortresses that break away from this formation and go to the southern and eastern battlefields to fight—or, to put it another way, to perform "purification and disinfecting".

Under the joint sweep of these powerful and terrifying air war machines and the Cecil Expeditionary Force led by Duke Baldwin Franklin on the ground, large areas of the Ogure Tribal State were gradually recovered, and those entrenched The wandering mutant troops in the mountains and forests are being quickly wiped out.

It is said that when the Dawn of the World also sets foot on the battlefield again, it will be the day when the entire Western Front will launch a major counterattack against the wasteland—that day may not be too far away.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps coming from the door of the ward and the sound of the door opening suddenly interrupted Wycliffe's cranky thoughts. He woke up from his distraction and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

He didn't see the "doctor" who was in charge of taking care of him these days, or the nun lady who sent him here before - what appeared in front of him was a strange little old man.

He was wearing a researcher's tunic that looked dirty, as if he had just come out of the laboratory, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, he was stooped, with a smile on his face Appearance, as for temperament... Although Wycliffe has always disliked judging strangers by their appearance, to be honest, it is really difficult for this little old man's temperament to be associated with "majesty" and "stableness"...

But Wycliffe knew that since the other party could appear here and act on the hospital ship with such a sloppy outfit, he was by no means an ordinary person.

Facts proved the judgment of the human king.

"Good morning, Your Majesty Wycliffe—it seems that you are recovering well," the little old man said, with a cheerful tone and a bright smile, "I am the person in charge of this medical ship. , you can call me Pittman..."

Wycliffe froze for a moment - he guessed right, this is really an unusual character.

But he didn't expect it to be so unusual.

The person in charge of this huge air medical fortress is obviously worthy of respect. Wycliffe's expression immediately became solemn, and he got up to say hello: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pittman--sorry, my current The state may not be well-mannered enough."

"It's okay, don't mind, I'm usually not very polite anyway," Pittman said immediately, waving his hand, and then walked to Wycliffe's hospital bed with his other hand behind his back, poking his head to see Glancing at the human king's empty right arm, "I'm here to check on your situation—mainly to confirm how your physical strength and energy are recovering."

"I feel much better now," Wycliffe said immediately, "thank you for the treatment you provided. Those potions and healing devices are very effective."

"That's good," Pittman nodded, reaching out to stroke the increasingly sparse beard on his chin, "Since your physical strength and energy have almost recovered, it's time to consider the problem of your arm. This kind of limb repair treatment should be done sooner rather than later." It's not too late. All in all, I have two plans for you.

"The first plan is blood regeneration. As the name suggests, it is to use Druid technology to directly regenerate your limbs-there will be several manual interventions and surgical adjustments in the middle. The advantage of this plan is that the final regenerated limbs are the same as your original ones. There is almost no difference in the body, as if it has not been injured, the disadvantage... The cycle is very long, your new arm needs a long treatment and adjustment to grow and reach a usable level, and the new arm is definitely bigger than your original one. Arms that have undergone long-term training and magical adaptation will be much weaker, and your strength will be greatly reduced. It is easy to understand the process of an extraordinary strong man growing an arm of an ordinary person.

"I recommend the second plan. It is a new technology developed by us in cooperation with the mechanical engineering department. It is to use magical machines, artificial nerve cords, etc. to directly create a new arm for you. It sounds unbelievable? But it is true. It is possible. We can make you a strong limb of steel.

"The advantage of this solution is that it is fast. It is faster to build a prosthetic limb in the laboratory than to let yourself grow an arm. You can use the finished product on the spot, and the time you need to pay for it is basically to adapt to the new limb. In addition, this thing is also somewhat related to the technology from Tarrond, it has a promising prospect, as long as the materials can keep up, your new arm itself can be a powerful weapon— ——You can recover your strength in a very short period of time, and you can even go back to the battlefield. Of course, it also has shortcomings, after all, that thing is not your original flesh and blood body, so it may need..."

"I'll choose the second option." Wycliffe calmly interrupted the rambling of the little old man in front of him.

He seemed to have already made up his mind.

"Are you sure? I want to remind you that this thing is not just changed casually. We have to do very complicated processing on the 'interface'. Part of your nerves and bones will be replaced with implant interfaces. In the future, you want to change It's not easy... Except for the dragons of Tarrond who have been tinkering with various implants for themselves since birth, many people here can't accept this."

"I understand, but I have made up my mind," said Wycliffe solemnly. "My kingdom and people are at war, and I don't have time to lie in a hospital bed for slow 'treatment'—I need to return to the The battlefield and organize a counterattack, Mr. Pittman, please let me recover in the shortest possible time."