Albert was woken up by the pungent smell of disinfectant and found himself lying on the bed. There were a lot of measuring instruments stuck to his body, which made him very uncomfortable.
He wanted to get rid of the instruments, but his body was very weak and his hands and feet were extremely sore even if he moved them.
"What a terrifying amount. It's a miracle that they can actually put so many implants into the human body without killing them," said a certain voice.
"Can it be removed?" said another voice. The middle-aged man's voice seemed to belong to Grand Duke Hall.
"If it had been dealt with earlier, it could have been removed. But it seems that something has fused his internal organs with these implants. Most of his current body functions rely on these implants to maintain
, if you forcefully dismantle it, it will endanger your life."
"There will be no impact if we don't dismantle it?"
"Not yet. But those are always foreign objects and will be rejected by his body. Although it is maintained in a delicate balance now, there is no guarantee that this balance will be lost one day. Once the rejection reaction occurs, the internal organs will begin to fail, which can cause death in an instant.
To die."
"He is like a time bomb that will explode at any time. It is impossible to predict when he will die. We can only leave it to fate."
"Really?" Hall sighed: "This is also his fate."
Albert was still pretending to be asleep, listening to all this quietly. He could vaguely sense what was going on with his body, and he was already mentally prepared.
But being told that he is an "exploding time bomb" and that he "could die at any time" still makes me feel uncomfortable.
The voice that seemed to be a therapist chatted with Hall for a few more words before leaving. Albert was absent-minded and didn't listen at all.
After the therapist left, the tiger boy heard Hall approaching the hospital bed and shook him: "Hey, haven't you woken up yet? It's time to send you back to the cell."
"Cell..." Albert wanted to get up, but his body was extremely sore even if he moved. The power of [Sun Egg] was completely exhausted, and he had no way to get sunlight or moonlight, so he could only do this
It keeps getting weaker.
"There's really nothing I can do to you." Hall grabbed Albert and carried him on his back: "Hold me tight, I'm leaving."
The tiger boy lay on the back of Hall, the celestial knight, in a trance. He saw hallucinations and thought his father was carrying him.
"You are always a burden." Robert's voice sounded in Albert's mind again, "It would have been better if I had not given birth to you. ------Why is Robert the one who died, not you?"
?"
His father's unintentional complaint at that time became an eternal curse for the tiger-man boy Albert.
(It is true that I am not as good as my brother.)
(I am indeed a useless waste.)
(But doesn’t waste have the right to live?)
Hall felt a large area of wetness on the left shoulder of his shirt. He glanced back slightly and saw Albert crying in a half-asleep state with his face soaked through.
"It's just that you lost one game, do you need to be so depressed?" Hall sighed in a low voice.
(You humans who live a leisurely life will never understand.)
(I hate it so much. I hate this dark era.)
(How can we bring this dark era to an end?)
Albert fell into a deep sleep while cursing his fate.
After sending the tiger boy back to the cell and closing the door, Hall sat down on the bench in the corridor and rested for a while. The Gaia knight in charge of guarding, Cador, came over and looked at Grand Duke Hall, and then took another look.
Albert sleeping soundly on the bed in the cell.
Kador couldn't help but sigh: "It's so similar. The birthmark on the neck."
Hall crossed his legs and leaned back on the bench: "It's nothing. The ones on Wallace's neck are birthmarks, and the ones on this child's neck are just hair spots. All of this is just a coincidence."
Cador looked at Albert's neck. The star-shaped black spot on it was faintly visible.
"I only know that the tiger's stripes are striped, not star-shaped. Even the positions are the same. Is this really a coincidence?"
Hall ignored the deputy general's words, stood up and turned to leave.
At the same time, the Pure Land of Avalon.
Arthur and Greenville wandered around the ancient city for a long time, obviously heading towards the tower, but could not reach it.
This ancient stone city seems to have incredible magic power that can confuse people. Its intricate alleyways can make people dizzy.
This is not an ancient city at all, but a carefully designed maze that can make people lose their way.
"No, I can't. I'm so tired. Let me rest for a while." Greenville sat down and didn't want to leave.
"Let's go a little further. I don't want to spend the night in such a gloomy ancient city." Arthur said, "It's too easy to be ambushed if you stay in such a complicated alley for a long time."
"This must be a certain Holy Spirit at work." Greenwell stretched her sore ankle, "If this is a kind of subspace magic, it can extend the space infinitely and let us wander here for a lifetime. No matter how we go, we will not reach our goal.
"Don't try it, just find another way."
Arthur looked at the darkening sky and became even more anxious: "...let's try climbing to the roof?"
Greenville took a look at those stone houses. The doors and windows of these houses were sealed tightly. The surface of the house was carved from a single piece of stone, so smooth that there was almost no room for climbing. The house was dozens of yards high, and it was difficult to climb.
Going up is extremely difficult.
Like Arthur, she wore a slightly bulky armor, which made it inconvenient not to mention climbing the house, but even running.
"Okay, let me give it a try." Arthur spread his wings, planning to ------
"Idiot, stop it!" Greenville shouted.
It was already too late. Arthur flapped his wings violently and scurried upwards. As soon as he crossed the roof------
Boom!------The huge thunder and lightning in the sky struck him.
The knight was struck by lightning and was stunned, falling weakly.
"Ugh." When Arthur got up, smoke was still coming out of his body. It was as if his body had been hammered evenly by a heavy hammer. It felt like it was about to explode from the inside out.
The sky over this floating island was filled with thunder and lightning storms. Now it seemed that the storm had subsided, but the thunder and lightning was still very tight. Arthur thought there was no problem and took off casually, but was struck by lightning.
"Are you okay?" Greenville looked at the knight whose face had turned black and whose hair was fluffy. She didn't know whether she should be worried or burst out laughing. (She was at this moment.
Trying to hold back laughter, my abdomen feels sore.)
"It's okay." Arthur knew what a stupid thing he had just done, and then he felt frightened.
If it weren't for the King's Sheath that gave him a strong physique and superhuman recovery ability, and if it weren't for the extremely excellent protective power of the black dragon armor on his body, the lightning strike just now would have been enough to tear him apart.
Forget about the life-threatening act of climbing up to the roof. The higher you climb, the easier it is to be struck to death by lightning. Arthur was seriously injured and didn't want to go on the road again.
"Okay," he finally compromised, "I'll rest here tonight. Sleeping in the corner of the alley is really..."
Just as he said this, the door of a stone room next to the two of them slowly slid open.