Sword of Daybreaker

The leader of the operation quickly came to a depression that was some distance away from the bombing area where the subordinates pointed out.

At this time, the sky is already bright, and the brilliant sun is shining brightly on the Langji Mountain. Under the sun, the obsidian crystals formed by the melting and solidification of the rock at the edge of the bombing area are glowing with a colorful reflection. The operation team sent to the ground by the outpost research ship gathered around a pile of strange-looking molten materials, and they were detecting a strange-looking wreck in the pile of molten crystals with various equipment such as magic detection and life perception. .

The sound of metal boots stepping on the ground came from the mountain road, and the operation team leader came to the group members. Through the thick protective mask and breeze shield, he slightly frowned and looked at the weird wreck found by his subordinates. It is wrapped by something dark and half buried on the hillside showing a liquid form. If the discoverer is not keen enough, it might be easy to be mistaken as a shameful stone at first glance.

But after careful observation, you will find that it has more regular edges and corners than the stone. Although the whole has been deformed, the traces of its artificial processing can still be seen, and in the broken gap somewhere, the action team leader can still Seeing that there seems to be a more complicated internal structure, with crystal-like inlaid materials and curling metal "branches."

"Team leader, what do you think this thing is?" A subordinate asked next to him, "It should be artificial, right? But obviously it was not left by the orcs...the monsters that ran out of the wasteland can Create such an advanced thing?"

"Those monsters lack wisdom. The controller behind them is not to underestimate our enemies. The dark priests essentially possess very advanced technology. You can't just treat them as monsters," the operation leader's dull voice defended. It came from under the visor. He stepped forward and carefully observed the man-made remains wrapped in the molten material. After confirming that the dangerous substance sensing unit he carried had not alarmed, he cautiously stepped forward and touched the surface of the object with his fingers. The voice said, "This thing is definitely not ordinary...Look at the surroundings, but here is right next to the bombing point of the supercritical accelerator. The nearby rocks are all burned out, and this thing can still be retained..."

"We just checked it with the detection distortion filter. There seems to be a very weak magical response at the core of this thing, but there is only a little magical response left. I am afraid that it will be completely broken," another subordinate said. In addition, it is different from the other wrecks left by those monsters. This thing has no toxic substances left, and there is no magical pollution. It is strange that this thing is...'clean'."

Hearing the last description of his subordinates, the action team leader's heart moved, and his expression suddenly became more serious. Wasteland monsters give people the impression of "pollution". There is no concept of "cleanness" wherever they go, but here it is. The emergence of a "clean thing" that does not carry pollution is the most abnormal point in itself.

"...We have to figure out a way to get this thing up," he said in a deep voice, "let the chief think tank lead someone to analyze what this thing is...brothers and sisters, get ready to work!"

"The key is how to get this thing?" A subordinate suddenly got a headache when he heard the command of the team leader. "It's all wrapped in these crystals. We don't have such fine tools to pick it out..."

"Then cut off the whole thing and get rid of it. I told'upper' and asked them to send a powerful cloud-bottom transport down." The operation team leader waved his hand, "Get it up and let the lab People think of a way to pull it slowly, and start work!"

Soon after, in a large laboratory on the upper deck of the research outpost, Marin Leslie stood in front of the large analysis platform, looking at the "research sample" just sent by the exploration operations team, with a dazed expression.

The light sprinkled from the roof of the laboratory shone on the bright and shiny head of this veteran researcher, and it looked dazzling.

"Our exploratory team found this thing near the impact point of No. 7," an assistant researcher introduced next to him. "There are obvious traces of artificial processing and complicated internal structures, which are suspected to be left by those deformed bodies. 'Relic', everything around the landing site was destroyed by the energy released by the supercritical accelerator, but this thing was left behind and the crystalline material wrapped on its surface was sent along with the sample, and the surface has no conditions to further its progress. Peel off."

Marin frowned, and after thinking for a long time, suddenly turned to the main brain communication terminal not far away: "...Can the internal structure be scanned?"

As his voice fell, a vague figure appeared above the communication device, and a female synthetic voice came out of the device: "Only the outline of the crystalline substance can be scanned, and the contents cannot be reproduced. The specific structure is sending the analysis results to the analysis platform."

In the next second, the surface of a projection crystal in front of the analysis platform shimmered, and a light blue holographic projection appeared in the air. What appeared in the projection was a distortion but still barely able to distinguish the outline. Of cube things.

"This thing..." Marin frowned and stared at the picture presented in the holographic projection, but in his mind he thought of another thing he had seen in the neural network's high-privileged data chain not long ago. It was far away. Information from the Krakens in the depths of the ocean...

"Contact the Earthly Dawn immediately!" He immediately reacted, turning his head and said to the main brain, "I'm afraid we have grasped the important clue!"

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The unique complex smell of alchemy potions floated in the air, and the deep humming of some mechanical device was heard from the depths of the ventilation ducts not far away. The bright sky light spilled into the room through the large crystal glass window next to it. Brighten up the neat and simple furnishings in the room, and also brings a rare warmth in winter.

Wycliffe was lying on the soft bed, feeling the gradual repair of the dark wounds and toxins in the body by the alchemy potion, but his eyes couldn't help but cast out the window again and again.

Even now, he will still have a sense of unreality just looking at the spacious and bright room in front of him, who can imagine that it is in the sky?

He is on a "medical ship" floating in the sky, flying above Hongyu City with this huge sky fortress! What an incredible experience this is?

To be honest, Wycliffe does not lack the experience of soaring in the sky. As an extraordinary person with good strength, he is also one of the "Five Kings" of Ogure, whether it is a short-term flight by personal strength or riding a lion. Flying an eagle into the sky is a trivial matter for him, but that kind of flying experience is a completely different concept from riding in an anti-gravity flying fortress. He still remembers that he was sent to this "medical ship by a Dragoon fighter." "The shock that I felt after going up

In the twilight sky, the huge city in the sky floats in the clouds, the towering buildings stand proudly on the steel-cast floating platform, and the steel fleet surrounds a group of cities in the sky, flying between the clouds and the mist, and Over these flying cities, there are more dragons soaring. As the morning light gradually rises, the sun rises from the distant horizon, the darkness fades, and the earth stretches under his feet. It even gave him the illusion that a mortal has already stood. At the height of the gods of the past, the illusion of overlooking and dominating everything...

But perhaps that is not an illusion. For the Cecils who have completed the great cause of killing Gods and built miraculous engineering creations like the "Earth Dawn", they are probably really qualified to overlook the land. Everything...

The complicated and messy thoughts are undulating in the human king’s mind. Perhaps the “healing force field generator” beside the hospital bed is having an impact, or it may be the “sacred mixture” that the nun gave herself two days ago. "The medicinal effect still remains. He feels that the messy thoughts in his mind are more endless than ever before, and at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly appeared from the window and moved slowly in the depths of the clouds and fog. .

That was the Earthly Dawn, the "core mothership" of the "Sky Fortress Battle Group", and now the new center of the entire Ogulei line of defense, and the "medical ship" he himself is on, the two previously seen The "War Church" and several other sky fortresses belonged to the **** formation of the Earthly Dawn. In addition to the two war churches and the medical ship that have been seated in the Farm Fortress, every day an aerial fortress will be separated from this formation and head to the southern and eastern battlefields to fight or to perform "purification and killing."

Under the combined sweep of these powerful and terrifying air war machines and the Cecil Expeditionary Force led by Duke Baldwin Franklin on the ground, large areas of the Ogure tribal state are gradually being regained, and those entrenched. Troops wandering among the mountains and forests are being quickly eliminated.

It is said that when the Earthly Dawn also sets foot on the battlefield again, the day when the entire Western Front battlefield launches a major counterattack against the wasteland may not be too far away.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps from the door of the ward and the opening of the door suddenly interrupted Wycliffe's cranky thoughts. He woke up from his distraction and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

He did not see that the "doctor" who took care of him these days or the nun who had sent him here before appeared in front of him as a strange little old man.

He wore a dirty-looking researcher robe, as if he had just come out of the laboratory, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked as if he hadn't been taken care of for a long time, his figure was rickety, and his face was grinning. Appearance, as for temperament...Although Wycliffe never liked to judge strangers by appearance, to be honest, the temperament of this little old man is really hard to be associated with "majesty" and "steadiness"...

But Wycliffe knew that since the opponent could appear here and act on the medical ship in such a sloppy outfit, then he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Facts proved the judgment of this human king.

"Good morning, Your Majesty Wycliffe seems to have recovered well," the little old man said, with a cheerful tone and a bright smile, "I am the person in charge of this medical ship, you You can call me Pittman..."

Wycliffe froze for a moment. He guessed right, this is really an extraordinary character.

But he didn't expect it to be so unusual.

The person in charge of this huge aerial medical fortress is obviously worthy of respect. Wycliffe’s expression immediately became solemn, and he stood up and said hello: "It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Pittman, sorry, I may be in my current state. Not polite enough."

"It's okay, don't mind, anyway, my usual manners are not very thorough," Pittman immediately waved his hand, and then walked unhurriedly to Wycliffe's bed with his other hand on his back, and looked up at Wycliffe's bed. Glancing at the empty right arm of the human king, "I came here to look at your situation, mainly to confirm how your physical strength and energy are recovered."

"I feel much better," Wycliffe said immediately. "Thank you for the treatment you provided. Those medicines and healing devices are very effective."

"That's good," Pittman nodded, reaching for the thinner beard on his chin. "Since the physical strength and energy are almost recovered, it is time to consider the problem of your arm. This kind of limb repair treatment should be early Without further ado. In short, I have two plans for you here.

"The first option is flesh and blood regeneration. As the name suggests, it is to use Druid technology to directly regenerate your limbs. There will be several manual interventions and surgical adjustments. The advantage of this option is that the final regenerated limb is almost the same as your original body. It’s no different. It’s as if you haven’t been injured. The disadvantage is that... the cycle is very long. Your new arm needs long treatment and adjustment to grow out and reach the level of use. And the new arm is definitely better than your original after long-term exercise. The arm that adapts to magic is much weaker and much weaker, and your strength will be greatly reduced. An extraordinary strong person grows an ordinary human arm, this process is easy to understand.

"The second option I recommend. It is a new technology that we have developed in cooperation with the mechanical engineering department. It is to use magical machinery, artificial nerve cables, etc. to directly build a new arm for you. It sounds incredible? But it does. It is feasible. We can create a powerful steel limb for you.

"The advantage of this solution is that it is fast. Building a prosthesis in the laboratory is faster than letting you grow an arm yourself. You can use the finished product on the spot, and the time you need to pay for this is basically to adapt to the new limb. In addition, this thing is also somewhat related to the technology from Tarrond. It has a very promising prospect. As long as the materials can keep up, your new arm itself can be a powerful weapon. You can recover your strength in a short period of time, and you can even re-enter the battlefield. Of course, it also has shortcomings. After all, that thing is not your original flesh and blood, so you may need..."

"I choose the second one." Wycliffe calmly interrupted the old man's chattering in front of him.

He seems to have made up his mind.

"Are you sure? I want to remind you that this thing is not easy to change. We have to do a very complicated process on the'interface'. Some of your nerves and bones will be replaced with the implant interface. I want to change it in the future. It's not easy... Except for the group of dragons in Tarrond who tinkered with various implants on themselves since birth, many of us here still can't accept this."

"I understand, but I have made up my mind," Wycliffe said solemnly. "My kingdom and people are in the midst of war. I don't have time to lie down on the sickbed and slowly receive'treatment'. I need to return to the battlefield and Organize a counterattack, Mr. Pittman, please let me recover in the shortest possible time."