Chapter 2218: Exploring the Trail of Sha Lan (56)

Ten minutes later, somewhere in Great Britain.

"Hey, you want to carry the wounded to the ship?" Bediwell, who was out on errands, was a little reluctant to hear Albert say this, "When are you coming? I'm outside, and I can't get back to the Dawn in a moment." Are you going to wait for me to come back?"

"No, wouldn't you just tell Eve?" Albert asked, "As long as I tell Eve that the people I bring over are allowed to use the ship's medical cabin, it's generally fine, right?"

"That being said, I'll have to make sure who you're sending here. I always feel like you might make some kind of mess. Bediwell snorted.

"How can I say this, the most basic ------ between people"

"The most basic trust is long gone," Beddeville interrupted, half-jokingly, "just when you cheekily borrowed my Aurora's medical pod again and again. ＂

"Cut. The tiger man snorted over there: "Forget it." When will you be able to come back?"

"It depends. I guess it's going to be an hour later. The werewolf youth looked at the lake in front of him.

"Well, I'll wait for you on the deck of the sandboat with the wounded. The young tiger man replied, "Be punctual, don't let the wounded wait too long." ＂

"I try. Bediwell said disapprerovitically.

"Are you done talking?" urged, Vivien, who was waiting by the lake, a little impatiently.

"Oh, it's over. The werewolf youth hurriedly cut off the communication and approached the lake.

The lake is actually a hologram lake, there is not a drop of water in the lake, and the bottom of the lake hides Vivien's research institute. Of course, since the institute had only recently been attacked by the enemy, the alert level had now been raised to the highest level, and from the position of the "lake" there was strong radio interference, hindering Bediwell's communications. So the werewolf youth didn't go down from just now, but finished processing the communication from Albert's side by the lake.

"...... camp?" Bediville was grinding, and Segrade noticed a makeshift camp set up by British knights on the other side of the lake: "Why is there a camp over there?"

"Don't worry about those guys. Vivien snorted disapprovingly, "That's the Knights of the Round Table Westad, stationed there, originally meant to protect someone operating in the Institute. But now he's moved somewhere else, and the Knights of Westad are packing up and will be evacuated from this place soon. ＂

"Wait. Next to the research institute is stationed the personal exclusive knights of the Knights of the Round Table, but the research institute has still been attacked?" The leopard man young Seglade couldn't help but complain: "So what's the use of the knights of Westad? Isn't it useless at all?!"

"That's it. Those guys are just a bunch of idle shit. Vivien snorted, "Well, don't talk nonsense about me, you know? Those are actually Arthur's subordinates of the Knights of the Round Table, let them know that I'm slandering them, and things will get more troublesome." ＂

Then don't say it------ Bediwell muttered to himself.

"Don't say it. Isn't your friend waiting for you, so hurry up and move the Quantum Furnace out of the way, and head back to Cairo. Vivien urged.

Bedwell nodded in reply, and followed Vivien and Segrade into the lake. The "lake" created by the hologram was as thin as air, and the werewolf youth passed through it in an instant. At the bottom of the lake, in front of the gates of the secret research institute that was slightly darkened, Bedivel could clearly see the very staggering battle damage on the buildings.

The gate of the research institute was mostly destroyed, and the oversized arch, which was obviously large enough to hold the cages of several large demonic beasts, seemed to have been destroyed from the inside out by some powerful force that had drilled through a large hole. Today, dozens of large engineering golems are still busy repairing the doors of the research institute, and the repair process seems to be quite difficult.

"Who attacked the Institute?" asked Bediwell, curious at the sight of the Institute.

"It doesn't matter who it is anymore, the important thing is that I've found a way to get revenge. Vivien replied mysteriously, "Therefore, you don't have to ask." It doesn't make sense. ＂

Bediwell fell silent. Vivien, no, more accurately, the British side, was secretly planning something behind Bediwell's back. It seemed that there was a lot of trouble, but King Arthur did not call Bedwell to help. The werewolf youth who was excluded from the plan felt a little unhappy.

"You don't seem surprised at all to see this institute?" Vivien asked the werewolf youth tentatively.

"After all, it's not my first time here. Bediwell casually replied as he looked around at the institute that had been destroyed in the fierce battle.

There were huge holes in the walls of several layers of the research institute, presumably pierced by some kind of large vehicle drill or something. Bediwell briefly analyzed that the enemy was sabotaging the institute from the inside, and running from the inside out. I guess he snatched a ship or something from Vivien's research institute and used it to destroy the research institute and escaped. But can that thing really be called a "boat"? The werewolf youth looked at the tracks on the ground that corresponded to the huge holes in the wall. A real ship will usually fly using photon mirrors, and even if it doesn't, it will at least float in the air. But now it seems that the "ship" that left this heavy track mark on the ground is not flying at all, but with its huge weight, strong propulsion, and with the penetration ability of the drill bit, it forcibly broke through the walls of the research institute and escaped. Such a vehicle can hardly be called a "spaceship" anymore, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a "vehicle".

The "chariot" is also the predecessor of the Iron Cavalry tens of thousands of years ago. Bediwell had been King Arthur's little attendant, specializing in helping the former King Arthur prepare the Iron Cavalry, so he knew a lot about it.

In ancient times, the technology of the Quantum Mirror was too immature, and even the anti-gravity generated by the most advanced Photon Mirror could not support the weight of the Iron Horse itself, so those chariots in ancient times could not fly at all. Instead, the ancients used a heavy steel track to drive the chariot, allowing it to move easily over bumpy ground. This bulky, land-fighting chariot seems to be called a "tank" or something, but there are very few records in ancient documents, and it is estimated that even the ancients at that time were ashamed of this cumbersome toy that could only crawl on the ground, and wished to abandon it as soon as possible and replace it with a flying [iron horseman].

For this reason, the "tank" did not leave a glorious page on the stage of world history. The dramatic rapid development of photon mirror technology has led to the emergence of the [Iron Rider] that can float in the air and even fly into the sky. As a result, history quickly forgot about the chariot that crawled on the ground on tracks. On the contrary, the vehicle that walked on the ground on four wheels was retained, because the cost of the vehicle was much cheaper than that of the iron horse, and it was more acceptable to the common people.

Vivian, no, Great Britain, went against the tide of the times, and instead of developing more powerful ships, they studied the "chariots" that had been eliminated by history, and let the "ships" travel on the ground with tracks??

Incomprehensible. Bediwell couldn't help but look confused. What exactly is Arthur up to?

"This is it. While the werewolf youth was thinking, Vivien had already arrived with Bedeville and Segrade to the place where the Quantum Forge was stored.

This is supposed to be a forge house...... Right?, Bediwell, looking around, felt as if something was wrong. He had the impression that the forge house was one of those rooms that was lit red by the fire, filled with the sound of blacksmiths striking iron, and filled with the smell of coke and steel. That's right, just like the feeling that Daddy Odin's little stone house gives people. But the forge house in front of him was completely different, and it was too clean. At least get a few golems to pretend to hit the iron------ well, the golems are busy repairing the research institute, so they don't have time to act.

"That's it...... Take this away?" Bediwell looked at the strange brick-shaped machine, roughly the height of an adult. This thing turned out to be a furnace, but it was some kind of high-tech quantum furnace.

"Well, wait a minute. Vivien's hair was moving, and her three strands of hair curled up the large wires behind the Quantum Furnace until they pulled them off: "Alright, there will be no danger after the power goes out." Move. ＂

"This is precision equipment, pay attention to meow when moving. Segrade walked over to the side of the furnace to move it, reminding Bedeville in passing.

"Yes, be careful when you move," Vivien also mischievously emphasized, "and it's over once it breaks." My institute is in this dilapidated state now, and the power supply is insufficient. It is basically delusional to use the tools and equipment in the institute to repair such a delicate quantum furnace. ＂

"Damn, don't put pressure on me!" Bediwell grumbled as he walked to the other side of the furnace, intending to use his bow left and right to lift the brick-like weight with the leopard youth.

"Hey, wait a minute, I'm not on my feet yet------!" However, the more nervous Bediville became, the easier it was for things to go wrong. The timing of his efforts to move the Quantum Furnace was earlier than expected, and the Segrad side had not even been able to stand firm, and the werewolf youth had already tried to lift the furnace with all his strength.

As a result, of course, the furnace tilted to one side, pressing towards the Leopard Youth. Such a heavy weight is pressed head-on, even a slight pressure will make people seriously injured! Segrade instantly judged that he could not rely on brute force to return to the sky, so he had to dodge to avoid being hurt, and he instantly shrank aside!

"Oh my!" Bediwell's side also lost his balance, and he almost fell forward carrying the heavy object. If it goes on like this, the Quantum Furnace will be broken! Once it is broken, there really will be no substitute! The plan will be all in vain!" Bediwell exclaimed in his heart.

At this moment of extreme danger, a circle of golden light suddenly appeared on the Mithril prosthetic leg on his left arm!