Since the power supply of the Piggott is independent of the underground dock outside, although the power outside is still in a dark state due to damaged power, there is appropriate lighting inside the sandship Piggott.
In fact, compared to the Dawn, the lighting of the Picod could be said to be bright and pleasant. Thinking of this, Bedivere couldn't help but secretly scold Eve for being stingy, always thinking of saving power for the ship.
In a room similar to a reception room, Bedivere had just sat down for less than ten seconds when Captain Yak had already ordered someone to bring a cup of hot coffee to the werewolf youth.
"The internal structure here is very different from that of the Dawn." It was also the first time for Bedivere to enter the cabin of the Petersburg. He couldn't help but take a few more curious glances. Compared with the ones everywhere in the Dawn,
Although it has a "metallic" atmosphere, the interior of the Petersburg is more humane. The walls are painted and the floor is carpeted. In short, although the material of the ceiling and walls is almost the same as that of the Dawn, it is more like a modern ship.
It's not full of ancient or futuristic metal atmosphere like Dawn.
"Although this ship is a replica of your sand ship, it does not mean that we should copy everything about it exactly." Captain Yak took a puff of smoke from his pipe: "But you are not here for this.
Let’s get down to business."
"Hmm..." the werewolf young man hummed, feeling a little nervous.
"I saw your batch of harpoons. They are trial works, right?" The captain came up and asked straight to the point: "In actual combat, we should be able to produce a more powerful Luna Steel harpoon, enough to kill Moby."
.Dick, right?"
"It is said that it is." Bediwell had to reply: "Today I used a smaller trial harpoon. Although it is equipped with a gun, the size is too small after all, so the lethality cannot be expected."
"Using the full size will definitely kill him?"
"I hope so."
"Then I would like to make an unkind request to you, Captain Bedivere." Captain Yak suddenly asked: "You can also lend us three of the prototype harpoons used in today's battle. When we cover you in the actual battle,
, you have the opportunity to launch a full-size harpoon, and when you cover us, we also have the opportunity to launch a full-size harpoon. This interactive firing can increase the accuracy of killing Moby Dick."
"This..." Bedivere hesitated for a while: "I'm not sure if there is any remaining prototype, or how much is left. I have to go back and find the crew to confirm this."
"Then go back as soon as possible to confirm and get this thing done." Captain Yake urged: "There is one more thing. During the first charge, I hope that your ship will take the lead in covering, and the fatal blow will be
It will be sent by the Peacock. If the Peacock fails, then the Peacock will cover your ship, and then launch a fatal blow to your ship. Is this okay?"
"Yes, yes, but why?"
"Your ship is loaded with genuine Luna Steel harpoons. I think that one has a better chance of killing Moby Dick." The captain took another puff of cigarette and said slowly: "The red moon made by the prince's order
Although the steel harpoon is not bad, I saw the difference in the actual combat just now. The power of the red moon steel harpoon is always inferior. Not to mention------"
He took another deep drag on the cigarette and said, "Maybe the Petersburg also has a chance. If possible, I also want to take care of Moby Dick myself. My wife and daughter were buried in the belly of that demon.
I must take revenge on that monster. Please don't take this opportunity away from me, Captain Bedivere."
So this is Captain Yak's plan. First, let Bedivere create opportunities for him, giving him the opportunity to use up all the resources at hand to try to kill Moby Dick. If he fails, he will then kill Moby Dick.
Dick's opportunity was given to Bedivere. Bedivere could not simply see the haze in Captain Yak's heart from the face that was mostly covered by the shadow of the brim of his hat, but the hatred of killing his wife and daughter must have been so deep.
There is also a sworn relationship. Even if the other party just talks about it with calm words, the werewolf young man can still feel it to some extent.
"I understand. Just follow your plan first." Bedivere sighed: "I also hope you can avenge your wife and daughter. If Moby Dick is more powerful than we imagined... I
I will also find a way to clean it up, and I will never let him escape alive again."
"Very good." Captain Yake took out a small black box from his arms and handed it to Bedivere: "Take this, this is the last guarantee for the plan."
"Is this...?" The werewolf youth looked back and forth with the black box. It was a black cube with a rainbow-colored light reflected on its surface. It was very heavy and seemed to be filled with
lead.
"The infrasound generator is the result of five years of intensive research by a research institution in Egypt." Captain Yak whispered: "When it is activated and thrown into the sand sea, the infrasound waves of special frequencies will spread in the sand sea, causing monsters in the sand sea to
Restless. And the larger the monster, the greater the impact. For a monster of Moby Dick's size, this item will give it continuous severe headaches -----
-He cannot resist the stimulation brought by this prop, and will definitely be drawn out and try to destroy it."
The werewolf youth gasped: "Wait a minute, Moby Dick came to attack the city because of this...!?"
"Yes, that's why. This was originally one of the important props we used to drive the monster out of the sea of sand, but it was stolen by the saboteurs." The captain lowered his voice: "It's rumored that
The impact of going out would be too great, so I hope you can keep this secret. There are only two black boxes in total, and the other spare was snatched and used by saboteurs and has been scrapped. The one you are holding is the only one in the world that can save Moby.
.The black box that Dick brought out. Take it and hide it. Maybe there will be some place where it can be used in the future."
"But... isn't this a very important item? If I take it, what will happen in tomorrow's battle?"
"We don't need it anymore." Captain Yake said, with an almost imperceptible smile appearing under the corners of his mouth covered by his long beard: "Just when Moby Dick came to attack the city, our
The troops didn't just ignore training. They fired a gun with a tracker on the monster. When the gun exploded, the tracker was also embedded in Moby Dick's body. This was supposed to be part of tomorrow's battle.
The strategy we just used was executed in advance because the plan was disrupted. The saboteurs thought that everything they did could disrupt our plan, but they did not expect that it would accelerate the success of the plan."
"Really?" Bedivere shrugged.
"As originally planned, all fleets will assemble in Cairo at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and then--" Captain Yak took a deep drag on his cigarette: "Let's go hunt that monster together------"
Moby Dick."
Half an hour later, when Bedivere was trying to return to his ship while riding the Dawn's teleportation beam, he saw from a distance many British technicians riding on transport boats, tinkering outside his ship.
"Eve?" the werewolf young man asked.
"You don't have to ask Eve, I sent someone to help you repair the ship." King Arthur's voice came from the communicator: "I promised you that the damage suffered by the Dawn in this battle will be borne by Great Britain."
To make up for it. Just wait for our technicians to repair the boat, it won’t take long."
"Hmm." Bedivere hummed, without any objection. He was curious about how the group of maintenance workers would follow the ship when it returned to the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest...
"Uh, it's Mr. Bedivere, meow." As soon as he returned to the teleportation room, Seglade was waiting there--or maybe this guy never left the teleportation room at all: "Congratulations, you really beat me."
A beautiful victory, meow."
"How beautiful." The werewolf young man said with a serious face: "If we hadn't struck preemptively and knocked down Moby Dick before he opened fire, the Dawn would have been sunk."
Seglade smiled and said: "But we still won. If we win, we win. Victory is everything, isn't it?"
"Hmm, that brat is always good at changing concepts." Bediwell walked over and rubbed Seglade's head: "Forget it. Let's go back. There is still a big battle to be fought tomorrow. That's the real battle with Mo
When it comes to Bidik's showdown, prepare everything you need and don't fight an unprepared battle."
"About that," Seglade said: "You are also aware of the profound problem of the Dawn's power supply, right?"
"Yes. It's really uncomfortable to fight at night." Bediwell shrugged and said: "Tomorrow is a morning battle. There will be plenty of sunlight, so the situation should be much better."
"I doubt it, Meow." Seglade said: "To manage the transmission beam and move the sand ship at full speed at the same time, the power provided by the solar panel will definitely not be enough, Meow."
"Then what good idea do you have? Just in case of emergency, why don't you borrow a generator?"
"No." The young leopard man shrugged and said, "I have asked Aunt Vivian to help me with this matter. She just came back and should be waiting for you on the deck now."
"Alas------"
"You'd better go find her quickly. Aunt Vivian has been waiting for a long time and is about to lose her temper now." Seglade said half-jokingly, but it was not entirely a joke.
"Ah...!" Bedivere shuddered.
"It's so slow! You actually kept the lady waiting for so long!" Sure enough, when he arrived on the deck, Bedivere saw an angry-looking Vivian, who was getting angry with her hands on her hips.
"There's no need to get angry at Little Bediville, he just rushed back from another meeting, right?" Paramedis was also advising his wife nearby. When he saw Bediwell coming over, he immediately waved and said: "Hey, this is
Over here!"
"Is this...?" Before the werewolf youth got closer, he saw the huge crystal sphere that glowed golden in the dark from a distance. He seemed to have seen such a thing somewhere.
"This is a refined [Thunder Stone] crystal." Vivian still looked unhappy: "I think you have seen this kind of thing on the East African Plateau, right? What you have seen is a natural Thunder Stone crystal, the purity of which is
It’s about one-sixtieth of this refined crystal.”
The werewolf youth then carefully looked at the refined thunderstone crystal ball contained in a giant glass container. The huge crystal ball with a diameter of ten feet should be very heavy, but it mysteriously floated in the center of the cylindrical glass container.
It seemed that it did not fall due to gravity. Thunderstone was originally a special crystal that stored electrical energy. Bediwell guessed that this high-purity crystal must have stored a large amount of electrical energy.
"So, this is a battery?!" Bediwell blurted out in the next second. (To be continued)