Chapter 2989: Never return morning (sixty-four)

Chapter 2989: Sixty-Four Mornings That Never Return
The process of using the transmission beam to land from a high place to a large hole is very long.
In fact, the transmission process may be only ten minutes, but it is very long for Bediville. The more anxious he is, the more serious this long feeling will be.
Probably in the midway position, a figure passed him, should be transported back to the ship, one of those who were kidnapped. The man went to the place of life, and Bediville went to a dark, hell-like place of death.
Before Bedyville's feelings of time were completely blurred, he reached the bottom of the deep hollow. And the crew of Dawn is waiting for him there. The battle seems to have come to an end. Except for Nat and Logan letting the wind out on the periphery and being wary of those black roots hitting again, the others are basically idle.
"You shouldn't be here again." Solar accused him of meeting.
"Sorry." The werewolf youth walked away from the coverage of the transmitted beam with a cane. "The body of the man is wrong. Where is that person?"
"Here, come with me." Troll Virgil pointed to the distance, and took a small step while reminding: "This matter should not need me to mention more, but there are some bodies of the kidnapped here. The situation has reached the point where it will collapse at any time. It is those gray roots that sustain their lives. If we cut the roots,"
"They will die right away, right." Bediville replied lightly: "Is there no way to keep their lives longer?"
"If you can transfer the life-sustaining device on the Dawn to let them lie down immediately, maybe you can do something else. I can't think of any other way."
However, the survival capsule is very heavy and requires electricity to maintain it. It is unlikely that it will be removed from the Dawn and transported to the bottom of the large cavity with a transmission beam.
"I understand. Then I can only give up." Bediville sighed: "The person who doesn't live just doesn't live, does that mean."
It is indeed going against the sky to forcibly save people who had died once more than ten years ago. The laws of nature will not allow this kind of thing to exist, even if it is forcibly saved-just like the kind Elaine did to Leopold-then it will fail.
"After freeing him from the roots of the tree, how much time do I have?" Bediville asked again. By the time the two had come to the burnt body.
"I don't know. His body was on the eve of the collapse, maybe as soon as the roots were cut, he would turn to ashes. Or maybe you could have a few seconds to a few minutes and say a few words to him. That's all. "Dr. Virgil said.
"Okay. Let's do it." Bediville was mentally prepared: "I wouldn't complain if he turned to ashes as soon as the roots were cut."
"So." Virgil leaned in and released several small golems from the armor, manipulating the golems to cut the roots.
The extremely elaborate golems look like the golden scarab golems on the Dawn, but they are several laps larger than the little guys on the ship, each one is as big as a fist, and they act more than the scarab beetles. Also be flexible. This is obviously the result of Dr. Virgil's research on the Golem on Dawn, and then reverse engineering. And now they have completely obeyed Virgil's command, controlled like his own hands and feet.
On the side of Bediville, the Mithril fluid was released and it was ready to go below. It was planned to catch it with the fluid at the moment when the roots were cut and the body fell from the air to relieve the impact of the landing. He believes that this will make it easier for the body to break up the ashes in the impact, but he does not know what it will actually look like.
"You should no longer use the power of the Mithril fluid." Virgil complained: "Isn't that thing eroding your bone marrow?"
"That thing has been eroded, and my nervous system has been eroded all over." Butdiville said: "The worst has happened, and there is nothing to worry about."
"but"
"Don't say it, get started." Bediville urged.
"So start." Virgil manipulated the control panel on the armor, and the large scarab golems opened their mouths protected by the jaw door, and a small photon dagger came out of the mouth. They cut the roots with a dagger, carefully but extremely efficiently cutting off the gray and white roots one by one.
Within a few seconds, the root of the tree had been cut, and the body trapped by the root of the tree also fell from midair. Before it touched the ground, the Mithril fluid manipulated by Bediville had already grasped the body like a gentle big hand and allowed it to land gently.
Out of the control of the tree roots, the man who had already become coke gradually awakened-although this awakening was only short-lived.
"Uh" he hummed slowly, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the face of Bediville who had just come together.
Although it had been transformed into coke, even though his head was cut off and separated from his body, he miraculously made a sound.
"I haven't seen you in a long time, Dad." Bediville said quietly.
"Well, is it Bebedilov?" His father recognized Bettyville instantly, and said calmly: "How many years have passed?"
"Thirteen no, maybe it's fifteen years." Bediville replied: "Sorry. I didn't count the days after that day, I don't want to think about it."
"Really." His father snorted seriously: "You're still alive anyway. What about Paparov?"
"Unfortunately, my brother is dead. To protect me." Bediville replied.
"Don't you hate him and have changed him now in his life?"
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"I'm sorry." The werewolf youth whispered back.
"No need." His father turned his gaze away and swept a figure in the distance, and then seemed to understand something, showing a relief expression: "[Kama] (Fate) has been guiding us, hasn't he."
Bediville was silent for a moment.
"You take it [Cloud of Silver Wolf], the patriarch's mark." His father said again.
Bediville set his sights on the twisted, unrecognizable pendant in front of his father’s chest. He looked confused: "It's destroyed."
"Take it and you will understand everything." The patriarch said: "A long time ago, someone entrusted it to our clan to give it to you one day. All this is for you."
"Who is it?" Bediville asked puzzled.
Then, the tone of Bedyville's father reported a person's name gently: "Menice."
Bediville's face suddenly changed. His face was full of surprise and consternation.
Is all this the plan of Pharaoh Menis?
From a long long time ago, this almost immortal king has had contact with the Eskimo tribe? !
"Papalov also brought him to our house, didn't he?" Bediville carefully removed the charred pendant from his father's chest and asked.
"Yes. It was a product of some kind of experiment." His father replied: "But I didn't accept the child because of respect or friendship for the grown-up. I will accept the child because you need him. ."
Bediville held the token in his hand, so excited that he had long forgotten to control it. And the original charred and deformed token was squeezed firmly by Bediville, and quickly shattered, revealing the truth hidden in it.
There is another very strong alloy capsule inside the token that seems to be able to withstand high temperatures. Something or a certain chip seems to be hidden in the capsule. What is recorded in the chip can only be understood after analysis.
"Something has been delivered to you." Bediville's father said: "I should go too"
His body is speeding up. He had been burnt into coke, his stiff body shattered piece by piece and collapsed.
"Wait! Dad!" Bediville wanted to stay, but found that the patriarch's body collapsed so fast that he couldn't do anything at all!
"It's good to see you in the end." Even the patriarch's head gradually shattered and fell, and eventually scattered to the ground, turning into countless pieces of coke and more discrete ashes. Even skilled craftsmen can't put the fragments of this place back together.
Bediville grabbed a handful of ashes from the ground and held it tightly for a long time before he could say a word.
"What about your other tribes?" Virgil waited for about ten minutes before asking: "They are no better than this patriarch. Once they are separated from the roots, they will immediately turn to ashes. It is to save them Or keep them stuck here?"
"Just let them free." Bediville said: "It's better than being trapped in such a ghost place and having endless nightmares."
"Understood." Dr. Virgil manipulated the golem to cut the root of the tree. Soon, the remains of the werewolves trapped in the root of the tree were released, and they turned to ashes after a few seconds. Bediville had no way of recognizing who these people were, but he knew that they were all his former compatriots, relatives or friends who lived in the same village as him.
Ten years have passed. Everything that used to be is now turned into a cloud of smoke.
In addition to emptiness, what filled the mind of Bediville was doubt.
From the beginning, Menis had contact with the Eskimo. Is all this his plan? No, part of this is indeed Menis's plan. But the other part was destroyed by someone halfway, so things progressed to the present situation.
What is Menisia thinking about?
While Bediville wondered, the other members of the Dawning had also rescued several hostages and sent them one by one to the beam beam, back to the Dawning and Skid Platney's ark.
"This efficiency can't be complimented." Looking at all this, Dr. Virgil said: "There are not two or three hundred people here, sending two people away at a time, once every ten minutes, to save all the people here, at least It takes sixteen hours. This is the most optimistic estimate. God knows what will go wrong in the process of saving people."
"Is there a better way?" Bediville asked. He also knows that it is very unrealistic to save people by transmitting light beams, but there is really no other way.
"The key is the gravitational disturbance." Virgil said: "Because there is a gravitational disturbance in the large hole, it will interfere with the navigation of the ship. The Ark and Dawn can't approach and land. If there is a way to offset the gravitational disturbance, things are just fine. Do it."
"You're talking as if we really have a solution." Bediville stretched his face: "Gravity disturbance is also the influence of the abyss? Isn't it that offsetting can simply offset."
"Normally, it doesn't work." Virgil stared at Bediville's left arm: "But you have an artifact in your hand that controls gravity, doesn't it?"
In this way, Bedieville remembered it. He does have a device that controls gravity. That is one of the ancient artifacts left by the ancients, [Sun Wheel of the Sun God].