When the ancient warrior announced his name, Albert looked at Hercules with a puzzled, hostile yet sad look.
He was so surprised that he even forgot the basic etiquette of giving his name.
"Why are you here, meow?" Albert repeated the previous question: "Why are you here, meow?"
"Because I am your opponent." The other party replied with a smile. The smile that looked slightly funny from the front, but also seemed full of ridicule, was exactly the same as that of Bedivere.
"Despicable guy," the tiger man said angrily, "You appear in front of me like this, do you want to use the face of that Bedivere guy to confuse me and make me unable to bear to attack you?"
"No. It's not necessary in the first place." Hercules, the all-seeing one, replied, "You can't beat me anyway."
Albert grinned in anger.
"Listen," the ancient warrior champion continued: "I didn't need to explain it to you. However, it seems that we can't fight happily if I don't explain it clearly to you. So I will explain it."
Albert frowned and remained silent. Although he was furious, he still wanted to know the details of the other party.
"The kid you know named Bediwell, he is my [Intelligence Collection Terminal] - to put it simply, my [Stand-in]."
"Intelligence... collection terminal?"
"I heard that you can use the clone technique?" The other party replied: "Just think of it as your clone. However, it is a [substitute] of flesh and blood created using scientific methods."
Every two hundred years, I will create such a substitute to replace me sleeping in the abyss and collect information about the real world. This is the duty of the [All-Seeing One].
He inherited a very small part of my genetic genes and was programmed to be only slightly stronger than ordinary people in order to survive better in their era without being too dazzling.
Every two hundred years, there are such clones living their lives in reality. Every other year, they transfer the collected information to my mind through quantum communication. This way I can stay in the abyss.
In a sleeping state, it continues to monitor everything in the real world.
Do you know, Mr. Albert?
——Through Bediwell’s eyes, I know you. We can even be called [friends].”
"Stop joking! Who is your friend!" Albert said angrily: "You peeping pervert, you have been looking at us through that guy's eyes? What do you know?!"
"Everything." The Steel Wolf in front of him said calmly: "I know everything that his eyes saw when he synchronized his memories for the last time half a month ago. Of course, what happened after that is unknown. The next synchronization will be
Next year."
The tiger man gnashed his teeth with hatred. He really regarded Bedivier as a friend, but the Hercules in front of him trampled on this friendship.
He no longer knew who to trust.
"You said you have many substitutes, one every two hundred years." He asked: "They all look like this, are they all from the werewolf tribe?"
"No. The substitutes in each era have different identities. They are my eyes, and they must observe each era from the perspective of a bystander. Therefore, they cannot always use the same identity."
"Then why do you have to appear in front of me like Bedivere? You have so many choices, but you have to appear like this just to anger me?"
"No. He is my most recent substitute. The memories he collected have naturally become my most recent memories. I just woke up from a deep sleep. In order to facilitate my movements and allow this body to fight with maximum flexibility, I use
A [Combat Outfit] similar to his body is very necessary." Hercules moved his arms: "In short, to ensure that my recent memory and body have a high enough synchronization rate, this werewolf-shaped
Combat outerwear is the best choice."
"If it's just for this, you can just make your physique the same as Bedivere's. Why does Meow have to imitate his face exactly the same?"
"It's a matter of mood." All-seeing Hercules said calmly: "If your face looks like a werewolf, your heart will become like a werewolf. Only by doing this can you show the same strength as that Bedivere. Or even better than him."
."
"The last question." The tiger man young man raised his weapon and almost started fighting: "If I kill you here, will Bediville be affected?"
"No. I am me and he is him. At best, he is just my eyes and ears, collecting information for me. Even he doesn't know that I use his eyes to observe your world. I can't give him any orders secretly.
He does anything. Even if I die, he will still live freely and will not be affected at all. In the same way, if he dies, I will just lose a pair of eyes to monitor the world in this era."
"Very good." Albert's tone became cold and frosty: "I will kill you. Only by doing this can he be liberated. The thought of you, a dirty guy, peering into the world through his eyes
, peeking at everything that happened between us...I can't bear it!"
"Very good." Hercules also pulled out a scimitar that looked very similar to the Luna Steel Scimitar, but it was larger in size and lacked the translucent texture: "It's useless to talk more, fighting is the best."
Good exchange!"
The two swords collided together, sparks erupted.
I don't know how much time passed before Albert suddenly woke up.
He found that he was soaked in a viscous colloid. Obviously, the colloid was medical gel, and he was in the medical cabin. As he woke up, the gel was quickly removed, and the medical cabin was emptied.
It also gradually opened up.
What caught Albert's eyes was Mutt's kitten face. His eyes were still a little red and swollen, and he was obviously very worried.
Although he was a little dazed, Albert quickly grasped the situation. As soon as he could speak, he said immediately: "...I lost the fight?"
"Yeah. You lost badly." The cat boy's voice seemed hoarse than before, "When the black shadow informed us to pick him up, what we saw was you torn into pieces, almost even your brain was damaged.
It was smashed to pieces. I don’t know if it can be considered your [remains], but the power of the abyss froze your time at the moment before death, allowing you to remain in a state where you will not die. This is how we put you in a hurry
I hurriedly brought it back and stuffed it into the medical cabin, hoping it would help you recover."
"Um..." Albert slowly crawled out of the medical cabin and found nothing wrong with his body. He was almost beaten to a pulp and was put back to his original state by the medical cabin. It must be said that in ancient times,
Human medical technology is really advanced.
There were still various phantom pains in his body, and he felt like he was going to burst at any moment. If he didn't rest for a while, this pain wouldn't simply subside.
"You are lucky." Mutt added, "The Abyss has indeed kept its promise, so that you will never die in the arena. If we had not changed the conditions of the duel like this, you would have died long ago.
."
"It seems that I do owe Abyss a favor..."
Before Albert could finish speaking, Mutt pouted.
"Just kidding." Albert corrected: "I do owe you a favor. Without you to help me fight for this right, I would indeed die in the arena now."
"It was yesterday. You almost died in the arena yesterday. You were lying in the medical cabin all day." Mutt also corrected: "You were injured so badly that even the most advanced medical cabin took so much time."
It will take a long time to repair your almost completely destroyed body."
"Indeed. That guy is so powerful. That...um, the all-seeing Hercules?" Albert suddenly found that he could remember things about his opponent.
To be more precise, what he could remember was the conversation before the fight with Hercules. The memory of the actual battle was washed away by the abyss. It should be that when he was defeated and left the arena, the abyss killed him.
The memory is cleansed.
But the conversation between Albert and Hercules was clearly remembered by the young tiger man, including the fact that Bedivere was Hercules' "stand-in", the "eyes" used to observe the real world.
"That Hercules," Albert covered his head, a little embarrassed to say: "That guy... actually..."
"I know what you want to say. He looks very similar to Mr. Bedivere." Mutt replied calmly.
So the tiger man youth was surprised: "How did you know that?!"
"Of course I know. I went to the entrance of the arena yesterday to collect your body... No, when I took you away from death, the [Champion] was also waiting there. It should be him who told the people in the abyss not to wash it off.
The memory of the conversation you had before the battle. He said that he didn’t want to have to explain a lot of things before every duel with you."
"That's reasonable..." Albert muttered.
"So who is he? Why does he look the same as Mr. Bedivere?" Mutt asked: "Isn't he related to Mr. Bedivere by blood?"
"It's not like that."
Albert explained what he knew to Mutt again.
"I see." Mutt groped his chin after hearing this: "Did the ancients rely on this method to monitor our world? Maybe Hercules is not the only one who sees [the all-seeing one], and maybe there are more ancient people in the world.
Human ears and eyes. But let’s not mention that. The current situation is very bad. Logically speaking, you will never be able to defeat him."
"Why are you so sure about this meow?"
"It's very simple. When you and Mr. Bedivere fight, it's probably a tie or a slight advantage, right?" Mutt explained: "And Hercules has almost all of Mr. Bedivere's memories.
All combat experience. What's more, if he sends a substitute to the real world every two hundred years to help him collect intelligence, this is equivalent to having experienced many lives.
If each of these people is a powerful warrior, and each one has the same strength as Mr. Bedivere, you are equivalent to fighting a collective of dozens or hundreds of Mr. Bedivere.
...No, it's not a [collection], it's a [concentrated body].
The best parts of dozens and hundreds of great warriors were gathered into one person. In addition, he had the most perfect physique created by ancient people, the so-called [combat outer clothing] steel body.
Such Hercules deserves to be called the [Champion] among the ancient warriors.
You...are you confident that you can defeat dozens or hundreds of Mr. Bedivere's [condensed bodies]?"
After listening to Mutt's analysis, Albert's scalp began to feel numb.
Is it really possible for such a powerful all-seeing Heracles to be defeated?