The operation leader quickly came to the place his subordinate had pointed out. It was a sunken area some distance away from the bombing zone.
The sky was bright, and the brilliant sun was shining brightly on Wolf Spine Mountain. Under the sunlight, the obsidian-like crystals formed by the melting and solidification of rocks at the edge of the bombing zone glowed with colorful reflections. The operation team members sent from the outpost research ship to the ground gathered around a pile of weird-looking molten material. They were using their magic detectors, life sensors, and other equipment to detect the strange-looking wreckage in the pile of molten crystals.
The sound of metal boots stomping on the ground came from the mountain path. The leader of the operation came to the middle of the team. Through the thick protective mask and the breeze shield, he frowned slightly as he looked at the strange wreckage found by his subordinates. It was wrapped in a black thing, and the whole thing was half-buried on the mountainside in a liquid state. If the person who found it was not sharp enough, it would have been easy to mistake this thing as just an ordinary stone at first glance.
But upon closer inspection, one would find that it had more regular edges and surfaces than stone. Although the whole thing had been deformed, traces of artificial processing could still be seen. Moreover, in a certain damaged gap, the operation team leader could see that there seemed to be a more complicated internal structure inside. There was a crystal-like inlaid material and curled metal "branches."
"Leader, what do you think this thing is?" a subordinate asked. "It should be man-made, right? But it's obviously not left behind by the orcs. How could those monsters from the wasteland make such an advanced thing? "
"Those monsters lack intelligence, but the mastermind behind them is not. Don't underestimate our enemy. Those dark priests have mastered very advanced technology. You can't just treat them as monsters." The operation leader's dull voice came from under the protective mask. He stepped forward and carefully observed the man-made wreckage wrapped in the molten material. After confirming that the dangerous material sensor unit he carried did not alert him, he carefully stepped forward and touched the surface of the thing with his finger. He then said in a low voice, "This thing is definitely not ordinary. Look around, it's right next to the explosion site of the supercritical accelerator. The nearby rocks have all been burned away, but this thing is still intact."
"We just checked it with the detection distortion filter. There seems to be a very weak magic reaction at the core of this thing, but only a little bit of magic reaction. I'm afraid it's completely damaged," another subordinate said. "Besides, it's different from the other wreckage left by those monsters. This thing has no residual toxic substances, nor is there any magic pollution. It's strange. This thing is … 'clean.'"
Hearing his subordinate's description, the operation leader's heart skipped a beat, and his expression suddenly became more serious. The wasteland monsters gave the impression of 'pollution.' Wherever they went, there was no concept of 'cleanliness.' But here, there was a 'clean thing' that did not carry any pollution. This was the most abnormal thing in itself.
"We have to find a way to get this thing up," he immediately said in a low voice. "Let the head of the think tank take some people to analyze what this thing is. Brothers and sisters, get ready to work!"
"The question is, how do we get this thing?" A subordinate heard the order of the leader and suddenly had a headache. "It's wrapped in these crystals. We don't have such fine tools to dig it out …"
"Then cut this thing off and take it away. I'll tell 'above' and ask them to send down a powerful cloud bottom transporter." The operation leader waved his hand. "Get it up and let the people in the lab find a way to slowly dig it out. Let's get to work!"
Soon after, in a large laboratory on the upper floor of the outpost research ship, Marlin Leslie stood in front of a large analysis platform, looking at the 'research sample' that had just been sent up by the exploration team. He was a little dazed.
The light from the roof of the laboratory shone on the veteran researcher's bright head. It was dazzling.
"Our exploration team found this thing near the impact point of the No.7 impact," an assistant researcher said next to him. "There are obvious traces of artificial processing and complex internal structure. It is suspected to be a 'relic' left behind by the mutants. Everything around the impact point was destroyed by the energy released by the supercritical accelerator, but this thing was left behind. The crystalline material wrapped on its surface was sent up with the sample. The surface has no conditions to further strip it."
Marlin frowned. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly turned to the Cortex Prime communication terminal not far away. "… Can the internal structure be scanned?"
As his voice trailed off, a vague figure immediately appeared above the communication device. A synthetic feminine voice came from the device. "Can only scan the general outline of the crystalline material, unable to reproduce the specific structure of the content. The analysis results are being sent to the analysis platform."
In the next second, the surface of a projection crystal in front of the analysis platform flickered with a faint light, and a light blue holographic projection appeared in the air. What appeared in the projection was a distorted cube object with a rough outline that could barely be distinguished.
"This thing …" Marlin frowned as he stared at the image presented in the holographic projection. In his mind, he thought of another thing he saw in the high-authority data chain of the neural network not long ago. It was the information sent by the sirens in the depths of the ocean …
"Contact the Dawn of the Earthly World immediately!" He immediately reacted and turned to the Cortex Prime. "I'm afraid we have an important clue!"
…
The unique complex smell of the alchemy potion floated in the air. A low hum of some mechanical device operating in the depths of the ventilation duct not far away. Bright skylight shone into the room through the wide crystal window, illuminating the neat and simple furnishings in the room and bringing a rare warmth in the winter.
Wycliffe lay on the soft bed, feeling the alchemy potion gradually healing the various internal injuries and toxins in his body, but he could not help but look out of the window again and again.
Even now, he still had a sense of unreality. Just looking at the spacious and bright room in front of him, who would have thought that he was actually in the sky?
He was on a floating "medical ship", which was flying above Red Jade City together with the enormous sky fortress! What an incredible experience this was!
To be honest, Wycliffe did not lack the experience of flying in the sky. As a powerful Transcendent and one of the "Five Kings" of Augoray, flying in the sky with his personal strength or riding on a Griffin was a piece of cake for him. But flying in the sky was a completely different concept from riding on an anti-gravity flying fortress. He still remembered the shock he felt when he was sent to this "medical ship" by a Dragon Rider fighter.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the dim light of the day, huge floating cities floated in the clouds. Towering buildings stood proudly on the floating platforms made of steel. Steel fleets circled around the floating cities, shuttling through the clouds and mist. Above these flying cities, there were even groups of dragons soaring. As the morning light gradually rose, the sun rose from the distant horizon. The darkness receded, and the earth extended beneath his feet. It even gave him an illusion that a mortal had already stood at the height of the gods in the past, overlooking and ruling over all things …
But perhaps that wasn't an illusion. For the Cecil people who had completed the great undertaking of slaying gods and built a miraculous engineering creation like the 'Dawn of the Earthly World', they might really have the qualifications to look down on everything on this land.
Messy thoughts rose and fell in the mind of the human king. Perhaps it was the effect of the "Healing Force Field Generator" beside the sickbed, or the "Sacred Mixture" that the nun lady gave him two days ago still had some residual effect. He felt that the messy thoughts in his mind were more endless than ever before. At this moment, an enormous shadow suddenly appeared outside the window and moved slowly in the depths of the clouds and mist.
It was the Dawn of Earthly Dawn, the "core mothership" of the "Sky Fortress Battle Group" and now the new center of the entire Augoray Defense Line. The "medical ship" he was on, the two "War Churches" he saw earlier, and several other sky fortresses were part of the escort team of the Dawn of Earthly Dawn. In addition to the two War Churches and the medical ship that were already stationed in Falm Fortress, there would be sky fortresses detached from this formation every day and went to the southern and eastern battlefields to fight — in other words, to carry out "purification and elimination."
Under the joint sweep of these formidable and terrifying aerial war machines as well as the Cecil Expeditionary Army led by Duke Devin Franklin on the ground, a large area of the Augulay tribal country was gradually being recovered. As for the wandering aberrations entrenched in the mountain forests, they were being rapidly eliminated.
It was said that when the Dawn of Earthly Dawn set foot on the battlefield again, it would be the day when the entire Western Front launched a major counterattack on the wasteland — that day might not be too far away.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door opening suddenly interrupted Wycliffe's wild thoughts. He woke up from his daze and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
He did not see the "doctor" who was responsible for taking care of him these days or the nun who had sent him here before. Instead, he saw a strange little old man in front of him.
He was wearing a dirty-looking researcher's robe as if he had just come out of the laboratory. His hair and beard were all white, and he looked like he had not taken care of himself for a long time. He was stooped and had a smile on his face. As for his temperament … Wycliffe never liked to judge strangers by their appearance, but to be honest, the little old man's temperament was really difficult to be associated with "majesty" and "calmness."
But Wycliffe knew that since the old man could appear here and move on the medical ship in such a sloppy outfit, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Facts had proved the judgment of the human king.
"Good morning, Your Majesty Wycliffe. It seems that you have recovered well," the little old man said with a cheerful tone and a bright smile. "I'm the person in charge of this medical ship. You can call me Pitman."
Wycliffe froze for a moment. He guessed right, the old man was really not an ordinary person.
But he did not expect him to be so extraordinary.
The person in charge of this huge airborne medical fortress was obviously worthy of respect. Wycliffe's expression immediately became solemn. He got up and greeted, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pitman. I'm sorry, I may not be well-mannered in my current state."
"It's okay, don't mind me. I'm not well-mannered anyway," Pitman immediately said, waving his hand. He then walked slowly to Wycliffe's bed with his other hand behind his back. He poked his head out and glanced at the empty right arm of the human king. "I'm here to check on you. Mainly to make sure that your strength and energy have recovered."
"I feel much better," Wycliffe said immediately. "Thank you for the treatment. The medicine and healing devices are very effective."
"That's good." Pitman nodded and reached out to touch the sparse beard on his chin. "Since your 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. In short, I have two plans for you.
"The first plan is flesh regeneration. As the name suggests, it is to use Druil technology to regenerate your limb directly. There will be several manual interventions and surgical adjustments in the process. The advantage of this plan was that the regenerated limb would be no different from your original body, as if it had never been injured. As for the disadvantage … it would take a long time. Your new arm would require a long period of treatment and adjustment before it could grow back to a usable state. Moreover, the new arm would definitely be much weaker than your original arm that had undergone a long period of training and magic adaptation. Your strength would be greatly reduced. For a Transcendent to grow an ordinary human arm, the process is very easy to understand.
"I recommend the second plan. It is a new technology that we have developed in cooperation with the mechanical engineering department. It is to use arcanotech devices, artificial nerve cords and the like to directly create a new arm for you. Sounds incredible? But it is indeed feasible. We can create a powerful steel limb for you.
"The advantage of this plan is that it is fast. Creating an artificial limb in the laboratory is faster than growing your own arm. The finished product can be used on the spot, and the time you need to spend is basically the process of adapting to the new limb. In addition, this thing is somewhat related to the technology from Tarlonde. It has a very promising future. As long as the materials keep up, your new arm can be a powerful weapon. You can recover your strength in a very short time, and even return to the battlefield. Of course, it also has its disadvantages. After all, that thing is not your original flesh and blood, so it may need — "
"I choose the second plan." Wycliffe calmly interrupted the little old man in front of him.
He seemed to have already made up his mind.
"Are you sure? I have to remind you that this thing is not to be changed casually. We have to do a very complicated treatment of the 'interface'. A part of your nerves and bones will be replaced with an implant interface, and it will not be easy to change it in the future. Except for Tarlonde and the dragons who have been tinkering with various implants since birth, many of us can't accept this. "
"I understand, but I have made up my mind," Wycliffe said solemnly. "My kingdom and people are in the flames of war. I don't have time to lie in a hospital bed and slowly receive 'treatment'. I need to return to the battlefield and organize a counterattack. Mr. Pitman, please let me recover in the shortest time possible."
(End of Chapter)
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