I don't know how much time passed, but another "body" of Albert's clone was sent out of the arena. The injuries on that "body" were also too tragic to look at.
"This makes it the fiftieth one..." Albert looked at his own "remains" that were placed in a haphazard manner.
Now these clones who died tragically in various forms are still in a state of being frozen in time, and the clones have not yet been released.
Once Albert releases these clones, the injuries on their bodies will return to Albert's original body intact, and then Albert will "split" - literally.
He will "die" fifty times in a row in an extremely tragic way in an instant. There will be hundreds of wounds on his body that will open in an instant. As a result, his body will instantly become a bloody mess.
Mutter believed that Albert could acquire some kind of "muscle memory" by fighting Hercules many times, something similar to a conditioned reflex.
If we were looking for high efficiency, we would definitely have Albert create a large number of clones, and then let these clones enter the arena in turn to challenge Hercules - until he was beaten to near death and sent out.
After that, Albert released dozens of dying clones in one go, returning the "memory" and "injury" to his original body.
In this way, Albert would "die" dozens of times in one breath, but he would also accumulate "experience" in fighting Hercules dozens of times.
If Mutt's hypothesis is correct, Albert can rely on this strategy to accumulate a large amount of muscle memory in a short period of time, which can somewhat even out the combat power gap between him and Hercules.
And Albert will never "die". No matter how serious his injuries are, the abyss will freeze his time at the moment before his death, giving him the opportunity to enter the medical cabin to complete treatment of his injuries.
Crazy plan, indeed crazy.
This almost requires Albert to use continuous "deaths" to build up a way to conquer Hercules. If you can't win once, try ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times. Let Al
Bert forced his body to get used to his opponent's attack pattern.
If there is enough time, they don't need to do something so extreme. But Albert only has a little more than half a month left. In this little time left, they can challenge Hercules the next day without doing anything extreme.
Naturally, there is no way to greatly improve combat power through methods.
"Let's do it. Good luck." Mutt said calmly.
"You kid, aren't you having fun?" The tiger man gave the cat man a blank look.
"No way." Mutt defended: "This is all your own choice. I just make suggestions, and you are the one who actually implements them. If you want to do this, I can't stop you."
Just as Albert repeatedly insisted on challenging Hercules, this stubborn stupid tiger would not give in. In this case, he would have to bear the consequences of this "reckless" behavior.
The result is... the superposition of dozens of death experiences, and the severe pain that feels like a body collapse.
"Okay...it's no big deal." Albert took a deep breath, as if this deep breath could alleviate the pain he was about to suffer.
Then, he eliminated all the dying clones in one go.
Bang! - Unexpectedly, the moment Albert released his clone, his entire body exploded and turned into a ball of flesh and blood that splashed outward. The collapse was much more terrifying than imagined.
"Wow!" Mutt was almost stunned by this unexpected incident. If Gusta hadn't been holding him behind Mutt, Mutt would have fallen backwards.
Then, the flesh and blood of Albert, who was supposed to "explode", stopped halfway in the air, time was frozen, and he was in a state of half-death.
"...Send him back for treatment." The black shadow who spoke for the abyss said: "It's really a stupid thing. It's meaningless. It's just asking for trouble."
"You don't need to tell us that we can do it too." Mutt and Gusta looked at each other. Then Gusta took out the prepared stretcher and put Albert's "body" on the stretcher with Mutt. It was originally a stretcher.
A blurry pile of flesh and blood, but because time has been frozen, this piece of scattered flesh and blood is actually stuck together and will not fall apart when moved. The blood is even jelly-like and does not
It will be contaminated on the stretcher.
However, moving this is still very... shocking.
In the process of moving the "body" back to the village, Mutt secretly sobbed.
"Don't worry, he's not dead either." Gusta, who was carrying a stretcher in front, heard the cry of the cat boy and advised him.
"I know he's not dead..." Mutt hummed, "But it's still uncomfortable to see him violating himself like this..."
"That's not your fault. You came up with the plan, but he was the one who confirmed that he wanted to implement it." Gusta continued to persuade, "He voluntarily suffered this, and you can't stop it. Now you can only watch silently."
."
"Hmm." The cat boy looked at Albert on the stretcher and said uneasily: "Is this really useful... What if there is still no improvement after doing this, everything is in vain, and he was injured in vain, what should I do?
?"
"You think that muscle memory will be retained, and he is willing to believe it. So, be confident."
Mutt then muttered a few words in a low voice, did not continue to say anything, and carried Albert's "remains" back together with Gusta.
"...Is it okay to just stuff it in?" Gusta looked at the medical cabin and then at Albert lying on the stretcher.
"Just stuff it in...probably." Mutt said gloomily.
"Isn't it... a misalignment or something? After the treatment, the arms are connected to the feet or something?" The tiger man looked at the blurry mass of flesh and blood and asked even more worriedly.
"There is an [absolute field] to ensure that the shape of the human body is correct." Mutt said: "I don't understand the principle... Anyway, it should be like this. The stupid tiger was beaten until his whole body burst, and it still remained intact.
Has the land been put back together?"
"You may be right..." Gusta tried to "invert" Albert on the stretcher into the medical cabin - because the mass of flesh and blood was too fragmented, it was difficult to say that it had been "moved".
He sent Albert in a little casually, and then closed the door of the medical cabin. The special medical gel began to soak into the mass of flesh and blood, trying to repair Albert, who had been completely shattered.
...It was so completely broken that it will probably take a long time to repair.
Mutt stared at the coffin-like medical cabin with a sense of loss. Once upon a time, he had a vague impression that he had seen a similar scenery. However, compared to the cruelty in front of him, the scenery hidden in Mutt's vague memory was...
sad.
"Go and get some sleep. I'll be here to guard you." Gusta said, "You haven't had a good sleep in several days. If you continue like this, your body will collapse."
"In this different space of the Great Hollow, you don't need to eat or drink, and you don't need to sleep—"
"Go and get some sleep." Gusta interrupted before Mutt could explain.
Mutt did not continue to argue. He felt that if the argument continued, it would be endless.
"Why is Mr. Gusta here?" The cat boy asked in a low voice when he was about to leave: "We are actually just teammates of the same team. You really need to follow us to this big hole and help us."
Do you do so much?"
"I just... don't trust you," Gusta said.
"That's not a reason... Mr. Gusta followed you here. It's really because of you..." Mutt asked hesitantly: "Have you got any thoughts... about me...?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid?" The tiger man rolled his eyes at the cat boy: "I'm just worried about you. Just like, well, parents worry about their children. I won't do anything to you kid.
What strange thoughts, don’t think too much. Go to sleep."
"I say this every time...but every time Mr. Gusta protects me so desperately..."
"Just go and rest, you brat." The tiger man raised his arms, looking like he wanted to hit someone, and forcibly scared Mutt away.
After Mutt left the room, Gusta sighed.
"You guy..." He looked at Albert, who was lying in the medical cabin and gradually returning to his human form: "If it weren't for you..."
A murderous intent and hatred instantly flashed in his eyes. However, that hatred softened in a short period of time.
"No...if it weren't for you, the child wouldn't have been saved. He would only be worse off now." The tiger man sighed again: "I know. I am the only one who can't save him. You are the one...
...a destined person.
But fate... is so cruel. One day you have to leave and then hurt him again.
…At that time, who can save him?”
Real world, two o'clock in the afternoon. Over the Mediterranean Sea, on the deck of the Dawn's combat module.
"It's slowing down..." Bedivere said as he looked at the [Non-Great Storm] from a distance. The storm was advancing toward Cairo with great force before, but now its moving speed is slowing down in a trend visible to the naked eye.
"Of course it will slow down." The King of Knights jumped off the transport boat with a black cat in his arms, rubbing the pink pads on the kitten's paws with one hand, and replied: "Palamedes and Wei
Wei An took the risk and sailed the Silver Shadow in and used the [Space Generator] in the storm. Now the storm is mixed with subspace, which is three to five times larger than the original space."
"So the movement speed of the monster inside has also slowed down three to five times." Bedivere replied: "I hope this can really prevent it from destroying Cairo."
"The premise is that the movement speed of [Floating Hill Toad] will no longer increase." Arthur replied: "God knows whether it will realize that the space inside is larger and start to speed up."
"The space around it has become several times larger. Wouldn't you usually notice it?"
"For a creature as big as it, not necessarily. And God knows how bad its eyesight is." Arthur was still rubbing the cat's flesh pads, but the cat didn't resist. It seemed to be very comfortable being rubbed.
…
"I just wanted to ask, what are you doing..." A drop of sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead: "And, why did you bring the little black cat on board the Dawn to a place like this?"
"Of course it's to let him use the [Yingqi Orb], meow." Seifer jumped off another small transport boat, "Dad can act like this kitten on the boat. He said that he and Xiao Hei are both
He is a black cat, so he always dotes on this kitten. When Lawrence is busy with something, his father is also responsible for feeding this cat. It does not mean that the deeper the bond, the better, the more people use [Yingqi Orb], the better.
The more the merrier. If humans can use it, cats should be able to use it too, right?"
"It seems that it has never been said that cats cannot be used..." Bediwell's forehead broke out with more sweat: "Then let him try it."
"Other people are also arriving one after another, Meow." Seifer said, and several more small transport boats were flying towards the deck one after another: "The ceremony can start soon Meow."
"Then let's go, we'll talk about the details in the cabin," Bedivere said.