Chapter 2989 The Morning That Will Never Return (Sixty-four)
Chapter 2989 The morning that never returns (sixty-four)
The process of using the teleportation beam to descend from a high place to a large void is very long.
In fact, the transmission process may only take about ten minutes, but it is very long for Bedivere. The more impatient he is, the more serious this long feeling becomes.
About halfway, a figure passed by him. He should be one of the kidnapped people who was teleported back to the ship. The man walked towards the place of life, while Bediwell walked towards a dark,
A hellish place of death.
Before Bedivere's sense of time was completely blurred, he reached the bottom of the deep pit of the Great Hollow. The crew of the Dawn was waiting for him there. The battle seemed to have come to an end, except for Nat and Logan taking a look outside.
, other than being wary of those black tree roots attacking again, everyone else was basically idle.
"You shouldn't come here again." Solar accused him when they met.
"Sorry." The werewolf youth walked away from the coverage area of the teleportation beam on crutches, "That person's body... No, where is that person?"
"Here, follow me." Troll Virgil pointed to the distance, and while walking in small steps, he reminded: "I shouldn't need to mention this matter, but here are the bodies of some kidnapped people.
The situation has reached the point where it will collapse at any time. It is those gray-white tree roots that maintain their life. If we cut off the tree roots..."
"They will die soon, right." Bedivere replied lightly: "Isn't there a way to keep their lives alive for a while?"
"If you can move the life-support equipment on the Dawn here and let them lie in it right away, maybe you can do something. Other than that, I can't think of any other way."
However, the survival capsule is very heavy and requires electricity to maintain, so it is unlikely to be removed from the Dawn and then transported to the bottom of the large cavity using a teleportation beam.
"I understand. Then I have to give up." Bedivere sighed: "People who don't live will not live. Is that what you mean?"
Trying to forcibly revive a person who died once more than ten years ago is indeed going against nature. The laws of nature will not allow such a thing to exist, even if it is forcibly revived------
Just like what Elaine did to Leoport------it would also fail later.
"How much time do I have after freeing him from the tree roots?" Bedivere asked again. At that time, the two of them had already arrived in front of the charred body.
"I don't know. His body was on the eve of collapse. Maybe as soon as the roots of the tree are cut, he will turn into ashes. Or maybe you can have a few seconds to a few minutes to say a few words to him. That's it.
." Dr. Virgil said.
"...Okay. Let's do it." Bedivere was mentally prepared: "Even if the tree roots turn into ashes the moment they are cut, I will not complain."
"Then." Vergil approached, released several small golems from his arm armor, and manipulated the golems to cut the tree roots.
Those extremely exquisitely crafted golems look like the golden scarab golems on the Dawn, but they are several times larger than the little guys on the ship. Each one is as big as a fist, and their movements are faster than those of the scarab golems.
They are also flexible. This is obviously the product of Dr. Vergil's research on the golems on the Dawn and then reverse engineering. And now they are completely under Vergil's command and can be controlled as freely as his own hands and feet.
On Bediwell's side, he released the mithril fluid and prepared it below. When the tree roots were cut and the body fell from the air, he planned to use the fluid to catch it and alleviate the impact when it landed. He thought
Doing this would make it less likely that the body would be shattered into dust during the impact, but he didn't know what it would actually look like.
"You shouldn't use the power of that mithril fluid anymore." Virgil complained: "Isn't that thing eroding your bone marrow?"
"That thing has completed its erosion and eroded my nervous system all over." Bedivere said: "The worst has already happened, there is nothing to worry about."
"but......"
"Stop talking and do it." Bedivere urged.
"Then let's begin." Virgil manipulated the control panel on the arm armor, and the large scarab golems opened their mouths protected by jaw doors, and protruded a small photon dagger from their mouths. They used the dagger
Cutting the roots, carefully but extremely efficiently cut off the gray-white roots one by one.
In less than a few seconds, the tree roots had been cut, and the body trapped in the roots fell from the air. Before it touched the ground, the mithril fluid controlled by Bediwell had already caught it like a gentle big hand.
Lift the body and let it land gently.
Breaking away from the control of the tree roots, the man who had become a coke gradually woke up --- although this awakening was only short-lived.
"Hmm..." He made a low hum, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the face of Bedivere who had just come over.
Although his whole body had been turned into charcoal, and even though his head had been chopped off and separated from his body, he was still miraculously able to make a sound.
"...Long time no see, dad." Bedivere said calmly.
"Hmm...is it Bedilov..." His father also recognized Bediwell instantly, and then said calmly: "...how many years...
...has passed?"
"Thirteen... no, maybe it was fifteen years." Bedivere replied, "I'm sorry. I haven't counted the days since that day. I don't want to think about it."
"Really?" His father snorted deeply: "No matter what... it's good that you are still alive... Where is Papalov?"
"Unfortunately, my brother is dead. To protect me." Bedivere replied.
"...You have hated him all your life...now...have you changed your mind about him?"
"I'm sorry." The werewolf young man replied in a low voice.
"No need." His father looked away and glanced at the figure of a person in the distance. Then he seemed to understand something and showed a relieved expression: "[Kama] (fate) has been guiding us, hasn't it."
Bedivere was silent for a moment.
"You...take it...[Cloud Silver Wolf], the clan leader's mark." His father said again.
Bedivere's eyes fell on the pendant on his father's chest that had been distorted and changed beyond recognition in the fire. He showed a confused look: "It has been destroyed."
"Take it away...you will understand everything." The clan leader said: "A long time ago...a long time ago...someone entrusted it to our clan...that is
One day... I will give it to you. All of this... is for you."
"Who?" Bedivere asked puzzledly.
Then, Bedivere's father announced a person's name in a calm tone: "Menis."
Bedivere's expression suddenly changed. His face was full of surprise and consternation.
Is this all the plan of Pharaoh Menes?
From a long time ago, this almost immortal king has been connected with the Esquimo tribe?!
"He was the one who brought Papalov to our home, wasn't he?" Bedivere carefully took off the burnt pendant from his father's chest and asked at the same time.
"Yes. It's the product of his...some...experiment." His father replied: "But it's not because of my respect for that lord...or...
Friendship is the reason why I took in that child. I will take in that child...because...you need him."
Bedivere held the token in his hand, and was so excited that he had long forgotten to control his strength. The originally charred and deformed token quickly shattered under Bedivere's hard squeeze, revealing the truth hidden within.
Inside the token is an alloy capsule that is very strong and seems to be able to withstand high temperatures. There seems to be something hidden in the capsule... some kind of chip. What is recorded in the chip can only be revealed after analysis.
Got it.
"...The things have been handed over to you." Bediwell's father said: "I...it's time to go..."
His body was disintegrating accelerating. His stiff body, which had been burnt to coke, was shattered and disintegrated piece by piece.
"Wait! Dad...!" Bedivere wanted to stay, but found that the patriarch's body collapsed so quickly that he couldn't do anything!
"It's nice to see you finally..." Even the clan leader's head gradually fell into pieces and fell apart, eventually scattering on the ground, turning into countless charred fragments.
pieces and more scattered ashes. Even a skilled craftsman cannot put the pieces of this place back together again.
Bedivere grabbed a handful of ashes from the ground and held it tightly, unable to say a word for a long time.
"What about your other clan members?" Virgil waited for about ten minutes before asking: "Their condition is no better than this clan leader. Once they are separated from the roots of the tree, they will turn into ashes immediately. We need to save them."
, or let them continue to be trapped here?"
"Let them be freed." Bedivere said: "It's better than being trapped in such a ghost place and having endless nightmares."
"Understood." Dr. Virgil controlled the golem to cut the tree roots. Soon, the remains of the werewolves trapped on the tree roots were released, and turned into ashes in a few seconds. Bedivere had no way of recognizing them.
He couldn't tell who those people were in the past, but he knew that those people were his compatriots, relatives who lived in the same village as him, or friends.
More than ten years have passed. Everything that happened in the past has now become a passing cloud.
In addition to emptiness, Bedivere's mind was filled with doubts.
Menes has been connected with the Esquimo tribe from the beginning. Is all this his plan? No, part of it is indeed Menes' plan. But the other part was ruined by someone midway, so things progressed
to this current situation.
What on earth is Menis thinking?
While Bediwell was wondering, other members of the Dawn had also rescued several hostages, and sent them one by one to the transmission beam, and then transmitted them back to the Dawn and Skid Plattney's Ark.
"This efficiency is simply unflattering." Looking at all this, Dr. Virgil said: "There are at least two to three hundred people here. We teleport two people away at a time, every ten minutes. We must rescue all the people here, at least
It will take sixteen hours. This is still the most optimistic estimate. God knows what may go wrong during the rescue process."
"Is there any other better way?" Bedivere asked. He also knew that it was unrealistic to save people only by transmitting beams, but there was really no other way at the moment.
"The key is the gravity disturbance." Virgil said: "Because the large void has gravity disturbance, which will interfere with the navigation of the ship, the Ark and Dawn cannot approach and land. If there is a way to offset the gravity disturbance, things will be fine.
Done."
"You're talking as if we really have a way." Bediwell said with a long face: "Gravity disturbance is also the effect of the abyss, right? It can't be easily offset by offsetting it."
"Normally speaking, it really doesn't work." Virgil stared at Bedivere's left arm: "But you happen to have an artifact in your hand that can control gravity, don't you?"
Having said this, Bedivere remembered. He did have a device that could control gravity. It was one of the ancient artifacts left by the ancient people, [the Sun God's Sun Disk].