Chapter 2987 The Morning That Will Never Return (Sixty-two)
Chapter 2987 The morning that never returns (sixty-two)
At the same time, in the medical room of Skid Plattney's Ark.
Othello is also gradually coming to his senses.
"Hmm...?" He noticed pain in his arms and legs as soon as he woke up, and knew that his hands and feet might have been broken.
Then he observed the surrounding environment and knew that this should be the medical facility inside the Ark. There were also medical assistive golems accompanying him.
"Are you awake?" King Arthur's voice came from the communicator in the medical room: "How are the injuries on your body? Can you bear it? I planned to inject you with more powerful painkillers, but that would affect the recovery of the injury.
."
"It's okay..." Knowing that his hands and feet might be broken, Othello lay still and just asked: "How was the battle? I remember that the ground collapsed when I hit it. It seemed like I fell from a high place."
.....Then he suddenly lost consciousness."
"You broke your arms and legs, yes. Then Bedivere sent you back." The King of Knights replied: "Others are still fighting in the big hollow. We can't get in touch with them for the time being. We can only hope that they can win."
This is the battle."
Othello was silent for a moment.
"In the end, I still couldn't do anything to help." He said, "It's really embarrassing."
"No. Exploring the unknown always comes with many risks. As the first pioneer to break into the big hole, you have done a lot for those who come after you. Now you don't have to think about anything and have a good rest."
Othello was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
At this time, King Arthur seemed to have received some communication, and it was transferred after a few seconds: "Bedivere wants to talk to you, can you take it?"
"Yes, please. I just wanted to say thank you to Captain Bedivere," Othello replied.
"Then..." King Arthur transferred the call and cut off the communication himself.
A few seconds later, Bediwell's voice sounded in the medical room: "How do you feel, Mr. Othello?"
"Thanks to you, I'm still alive." The tiger man replied, "I will definitely find a way to thank you after this is over."
"Why are you so polite?" Bediwell's tone was calm and cold, "I have... one thing that I want to talk to you about. In addition, our communication has been encrypted and other people cannot hear it."
"Why is it so mysterious all of a sudden..."
"Your father killed my father." Bediwell suddenly said: "And he also led a team to massacre my people. Almost everyone."
"Oh." Othello was silent for half a second, "So that's what you want to say."
"You wanted to say something when you first met me, right?" Bedivere asked: "Do you mean...did you know something at that time?"
"I know." Othello replied in a low voice: "Although the old records in the army are incomplete, I can more or less deduce some of the ins and outs from those broken records. It was indeed my father who led the army to massacre the Esquimo tribe.
I will not deny this."
"So you knew about this from the beginning. You knew you were the son of my father-killing enemy, but you still followed me into the cave to explore as if nothing had happened. Aren't you afraid that I would give you a sword from behind?"
"I know you won't. And... this time, the mission is priority. Among the people who were kidnapped, there are also my subordinates, and there are many people from the Orc Alliance. In the face of human life, all personal hatred must come first."
Put it down. At least I thought you would do that, Captain Bedivere. And you did. You didn't even care about me being seriously injured and rescued me."
"I rescued you to find a chance to confront you." Bediwell said coldly: "Please don't forget, even after so many years, I still can't forgive your father for the good things he did back then. My father was
My people were killed mercilessly, and their hatred and resentment will not be eliminated by your simple apology."
"I know. But I still want to apologize to you, even if I know that you will not forgive me." Othello said: "I agree with the father's debt repayment. If you think you must kill me to dissolve the relationship we formed back then.
Hatred, please don't hesitate. But I have a request. Please at least wait until this incident is over before you kill me. I hope to be alive to witness this matter being resolved. I can't rest in peace until I see my subordinates saved.
."
"I know. Let's wait until this matter is resolved." Bedivere also replied coldly: "There is one more thing. Please return my father's sword to me. It is my father's relic, and it is Ace's sword."
I can’t let the Kimo tribe’s treasure fall into the hands of an outsider like you.”
"The sword...referring to the [Sword of Victory Gram]?"
"Yes." Bedivere replied: "Please don't ask me how I know it, but I just know it. Back then, my father felt that he was in danger of killing himself before the clan meeting began, so he gave his sword to
Your brother kept it. The sword eventually fell into your hands. But it has always been the most precious treasure of my family and the only relic left by my father. I can't let you continue to hold it."
"This matter... is a bit difficult to handle." Othello hesitated: "Maybe you are telling the truth, Captain Bedivere. But this sword is also a relic of my brother. He left me the only one."
A memorable thing. If there is evidence that this sword is the treasure of the Esquimo tribe, of course I will be happy to hand it over. But if there is no evidence and I am asked to hand over the sword...
"
"Aren't you a hooligan? How can there be any evidence!" Bedivere became angry and yelled.
Then he realized his gaffe and immediately put away his anger: "I'm sorry. But the evidence you want cannot be produced. My clan has been exterminated, my former homeland has been burned to the ground, and it was your father who killed my father.
It was your father who burned down my village. Do you want me to dig through the snow-covered rubble to find the so-called evidence left behind more than ten years ago?"
Othello said nothing.
"Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now." Bediwell said: "I will always find a way to solve it."
"...I'm sorry." The tiger man whispered.
"Yes, I'm sorry too." Bedivere snorted and cut off the communication.
As a result, silence returned to the medical room. Looking at the empty ceiling, Othello muttered to himself blankly: "What should I do, brother..."
On Bediville's side, the werewolf youth lying in the Dawn's medical room was still relying on the communication system to direct the battle.
"Received communication from inside the large hole." Lawrence said: "The crew are all fine! They seem to have found a way to contact us!"
"Take it over," Bedivere said.
"Hello? Can you hear me, little furball?" Gladiator Bereld's voice sounded in the communicator: "Thanks to old man Logan using some magic to enhance the output of the communicator, I can finally get in touch with you."
"
"What's the situation in the cave?" Bediwell asked anxiously: "Are there no casualties?"
"No one died, we just suffered some superficial injuries. That guy Solar is super strong, he can withstand all the attacks of those black roots by himself." Bereld replied: "Look.
It seems that we have temporarily repelled them. Now we can start rescuing the hostages."
"But do you have a way to rescue those people from the pit?" Bedivere asked: "Are you planning to use Logan's spell?"
"Don't force others to do something difficult. Even if I use telekinesis to lift everyone up, my magic power is not enough to support the weight of so many people." Logan complained from the side. The old man's voice sounded quite energetic, but he was quite irritable.
That's all.
"I'm wondering if we can extend the teleportation beam into this deep pit." Nat suggested from the side: "Then just take the hostages here directly with the teleportation beam."
"...Eve, can you do it?" Bedivere then asked the ship's artificial intelligence navigation system.
"If enough beacons are used as inducements along the way, it is theoretically feasible to change the direction of the transmission beam." Eve analyzed: "But further extending the length of the transmission beam will put a greater burden on the system. And the power demand will increase.
Grow exponentially."
It's this damn power demand again. Bediwell was puzzled.
"Just get the power from Skid Plattney's Ark." The voice of the King of Knights came from the communicator: "Squeeze out every drop of the Ark's generator. You should be able to do something."
"Warning." This time it was Skid Plattney's Ark's artificial intelligence navigation system's turn to speak: "The ship's power supply system has been overloaded by 25%. Further overloading will cause the power system to go out of control, causing irreversible effects."
"Is human life more important or a power system more important?" The Knight King asked back: "Rescuing your captain, Chief Tutan, should not be the priority target of this ship?"
As a result, Ada, Ark's artificial intelligence navigation system, stopped talking. The artificial intelligence seems to have a program that prioritizes saving human life. In order to save people, other losses are allowable losses.
"Then let's do it. Rescue the people first," the King of Knights ordered.
Bediwell sat up from the hospital bed.
"Boss, you can't get up now." Lawrence, who was waiting nearby, said urgently.
"It's okay, it's just a broken leg, and Logan used magic to help me heal it." The werewolf young man didn't care that his body was corroded by mithril, and insisted on sitting still and commanding the battle. It should be said that he couldn't care less even if he wanted to.
What matters is that it's not something he can control.
"I'll go back to the teleportation beam first," Logan then said: "Start placing the anchor points from there, and let the teleportation beam extend along with the anchor points for induction."
"Please. Nat, you also follow him and support Logan." Bedivere said: "God knows what else is hidden in the fog."
"The fog has almost dissipated." Fire Gunner Nat said: "But you are right, I will protect the old mage along the way. Leave it all to me."
"As if I really need protection." Logan hummed arrogantly. Their voices also gradually drifted away.
"Let's also start to rescue the trapped people from those tree roots." Gladiator Bereld said, who should be directing his teammates at the scene.
Bedivere then added: "Be careful when cutting the roots. Some people are injured. Those who seem to be weak enough to die, don't touch them yet."
"Understood. Leave it all to us." Bereld cut off the communication.
If Bediwell remembered correctly, there were thousands of people trapped in the depths of that big hole. Some people should not have been kidnapped in this kidnapping incident, but people who disappeared earlier. Some people and
Othello's experience was similar. When he fell into the big hollow, he had lost his hands and feet and was dying, but the roots of the tree barely saved the lives of those people--or in other words, stopped the [time] of those people.
The moment before death, let their time stop flowing, leaving them in a state of dying but not yet dying. If the tree roots that bind these people are cut off, their stopped time will flow again, and then
These people would probably die from their injuries in an instant.
In addition, there are many people trapped there. Even though their time flow has stopped, they have become very weak due to being trapped in the large hole for a long time, and they all look like mummies. I am afraid that these people
There is no way to break away from the roots of the tree, and you will die if you leave.
Bedivere has long understood this, not everyone can be saved.