desire reconciliation

"Kane!!"

Lancelot took off the headset and rushed out of the command room. His mind was blank, and his only thought was to go to the mech parking place.

He was going to save Uriah.

Lancelot wanted to speed up, but his feet stumbled.

"Uriah! Uriah!" he kept repeating the name in his mind.

Uriah blew up the Zombie Abyss. Even though the imperial warship was equipped with the most advanced anti-shock device in the entire interstellar world, at this moment it felt obvious shaking due to the aftermath of the explosion.

Lancelot was even more panicked. The continuous roaring in his ears, the obvious shaking of the warship, and the hurried noncommissioned officers in the passage all reminded him that Uriah's life and death were uncertain and he needed to be rescued.

He almost ran the fastest speed in his life, but was stopped by someone before he rushed into the mech parking place.

"Li Feng, please step aside."

Li Feng is the interstellar pirate who traded with him in the dungeon before. For some reason, he is now a senior officer of the orc kingdom, standing in front of Lancelot.

"I will go with you."

Lancelot's eyes were filled with chills, but after hearing his words, he restrained his emotions and continued to walk forward without saying a word, only saying "thank you" before turning into the mech parking place.

Lancelot didn't care about the operator's inspection, he didn't even go up the steps, he just turned sideways onto the platform of the mech operating room, and leaned in.

The series of actions were smooth and smooth, without any redundancy. It took less than a third of the time of others, Lancelot was all ready, and had already ignited and rushed out of the warship.

Uriah!

Uriah!

Uriah!

Uriah...

Lancelot's inner voice kept ringing.

All the way down, only the charred shells of the Zerg were left hanging on the rock wall, and even through the mecha, it seemed that he could smell the rancid smell.

Lancelot dived extremely fast, and at the same time, his body also experienced adverse reactions under high pressure.

Dizziness and rapid diving lead to the inability of the heart and lungs to adjust in time, resulting in chest tightness.

Even so, the speed of Lancelot's dive could be reduced a bit. The only countermeasure he made was to pick up the muscle enhancer in the emergency cabin, and inserted it into his arm without blinking.

His gaze didn't leave the display screen for a moment, he was frantically looking for Uriah, even if it was just for a while.

Click on the wreckage of the mecha.

He misread the countless fragments floating in the air, and experienced the disappointment after many ecstasies.

"Where are you Uriah!"

Every fragment is like the remains of a mech.

Every gleam is like the golden edge of the Southern Crown.

Each empty shell is like the outline of an escape pod.

But each one is not him.

The search operation went on for three days and three nights, and the searchers from the empire and other countries did not have a moment's rest. Li Feng even deployed his own star thief battleship in private, but it was still fruitless...

Lancelot searched two-thirds of the depth of the wormhole by himself.

The search personnel changed wave after wave, and Lancelot's fuel bunker was replenished again and again.

There are only a few nutrient supplements needed to maintain life every day, the eyes are full of red blood, and the short blond hair seems to have become dull within a few days.

This is still the prince of a country, with no trace of dignity left.

"His Royal Highness Elliott, we understand your feelings..." A male voice came from the terminal, and it was obvious that it was someone from the main ship.

Lancelot interrupted him: "What do you understand?"

"Your Highness, you should come back, your health is important..."

"Go away, don't bother me." Lancelot's voice echoed in the entire hall of the command room. At first, everyone thought that such a violent Lancelot was incompatible with the status of the dignified and elegant Crown Prince. But in the past few days, it has become commonplace.

No one could persuade him.

Not long after the terminal hung up, it rang again.

"This is the last time I warn you, if you bother me again, I will cut off all signals directly." Lancelot's voice was accompanied by low air pressure.

"Your Highness, 80% of the search has been carried out, and the last 20% can be left to them. We have lost a general, and we can't even you..."

"Shut up if you can't speak." Lancelot looked at the camera next to him.

This is the first time in the past few days that he has looked away from the display screen, and the bloodshot eyes are clearly visible, with bitterness and anger.

"Uriah can't die."

With red eyes at the end of his eyes, he forcefully squeezed out the words from his throat.

Wandering in the abyss of worms, the pure white mecha has been exploded and the black objects floating in the air

texture coverage, the original color is barely visible.

Even the body made of steel showed fatigue at this moment.

The atmosphere at the military base became increasingly heavy. A few days ago, many people, like Lancelot, firmly believed that Uriah could not die.

But as the search progressed and time passed, Uriah's hope of being alive became increasingly slim.

No one dared to persuade Lancelot again.

Some people say that the strongest combination in the empire has just come to an end. Those who once said that the harmonious relationship between them is just a play on the spot will inevitably start to waver when they see Lancelot like this.

If it's really just a play, why be so persistent.

When the search area of ​​the entire Zombie Abyss was almost completely covered, when the sun shined into the morning of that day, everyone's hopes shattered like bubbles floating in the deep sea.

When everyone thought that the shining morning star of Interstellar had just fallen.

Lancelot found him.

It seemed like it was destined by the heavens, and it was also arranged by fate. After continuous searches, tens of thousands of mechas searched carpet-like, and he was the one who finally found Uriah.

Lancelot, who hadn't closed his eyes for almost a moment in the past few days, shed tears when he hugged Nanmian's escape pod.

His hands manipulating the mecha were trembling.

There are signs of life, Uriah is still alive!

Lancelot stumbled out of the abyss of worms driving the mech. He was racing against time. He seemed to really feel that Uriah's life was passing from his fingertips, like picking up a handful of fine sand. Hold on, the faster it goes.

The escape capsule was transported back to the imperial warship, and Lancelot did not leave even half a step until the escape capsule was pushed into the emergency room.

"How is he? Can I go in?" Lancelot asked the doctor who stopped him from the emergency room.

The doctor took off his mask: "Marshal Uriah is now out of danger. Your Highness Elliott can rest assured that he has entered the training chamber to recover his body tissues."

Lancelot was slightly relieved when he heard that Uriah's life was not in danger: "Then can I go in now?"

The doctor looked sad: "I'm afraid this won't work."

"Why? Haven't you already entered the training warehouse?"

The interstellar medical level has developed to a very high level, more than 90.00% of the trauma of the human body can be recovered through the training chamber.

However, due to the high cost and the need to cultivate

The warehouse is equivalent to forcing the human body to sleep, and then soaking in the nutrient solution. At this stage, the treatment in the training warehouse is only used for emergency recovery of the military or very serious trauma.

But at the same time, this is also good news, because entering the training chamber means that the operation part is over, and the human body only needs to recover on its own.

Lancelot thought so, but the doctor's words poured cold water on him.

"Marshal Uriah is severely burned, and there is not a piece of intact skin on his whole body..." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Lancelot, as if hesitating and confirming, "Even if the Southern Crown This advanced mecha can't withstand the high temperature of the particle cannon explosion. When we opened the rescue chamber, his skin was almost glued to the inner wall of the rescue chamber, and a lot of muscle tissue and bones... have been exposed Already... Out of consideration for the patient, I don't want you to go in and see the Marshal right now."

The doctor still took into account Lancelot's feelings and omitted the bloody process of how they took Uriah out of the rescue cabin.

But that's not all. The doctor's expression was very solemn, and he continued: "I hope you can be mentally prepared. Marshal Uriah can survive until now thanks to his 3S mental strength. It should be Uriah at the moment of the explosion." The marshal protected himself with mental power, although he saved his life, but this use of mental power caused irreversible damage to his brain..."

It was a blessing to be able to save his life under the power of the particle cannon explosion, but the rest of his life did not make Lancelot feel so relaxed.

The moment he heard Uriah's current situation, Lancelot's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and the ventricle suddenly contracted. The pain was not an illusion, but a real pain that was suffocating.

Lancelot's eyes dimmed: "So what will happen to him?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Marshal Uriah may never wake up."

Uriah clearly knew the power of the particle cannon, and knew that he would suffer such serious injuries, and that what awaited him might even be death.

But he did it anyway, walking into the abyss without hesitation.

He said it was because he wanted to be a hero.

Not the heroes of the world, but Lancelot among the men.

At this moment, Lancelot seems to be experiencing the pain of ten thousand ants eating his heart, but what is this compared with what Uriah has experienced?

Lancelot has stronger self-esteem since he was a child,

So that when I grow up, I develop the habit of never wanting to owe others anything.

It seemed that from the very beginning when he met Uriah at the auction in the dungeon, he was destined to owe Uriah a lot.

Like falling into a quagmire, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

"Your Highness Elliott, the unknown substance taken out of Marshal Uriah's rescue capsule has been identified. It is an insect egg." Lancelot was looking at the cultivation cabin through the glass in a daze. The communication suddenly rang.

"Insect eggs?"

The noncommissioned officer on the other end of the communication continued: "Yes, besides that, the researchers in the Beastman Kingdom seem to have made some discoveries. Your Highness may need to come to the sample observation room in person."

Before Uriah left, he handed over the post of commander-in-chief to him. Now that Uriah has been unable to wake up because of the explosion, Lancelot must continue to fulfill his duties as commander-in-chief.

He collected the scattered thoughts, glanced at the training barn where Uriah was, and left in a hurry.

As soon as he walked into the sample cultivation room, two researchers from the Orc Kingdom immediately greeted him and led him to a large machine that was so high that it reached the glass on the ceiling and extended from the exit of the ceiling.

"Your Highness Elliott, take a look at this." The orc researcher said, moving an observation port on the machine to Lancelot.

Lancelot stepped forward and leaned over to close his eyes, the picture was pitch black.

At first, Lancelot didn't know what was wrong with the black mass, and even thought it was some kind of stain on the lens.

When he looked closely, he discovered that the mass of black matter that filled the entire picture was actually moving, like ink droplets slowly spreading out in black water, and only by looking carefully could he detect the changes.

Lancelot was puzzled: "What is this?"

The expressions on the faces of the two orc researchers were very strange. They were very excited but restrained. Not only these two, Lancelot noticed the strange atmosphere here from the moment he entered the door.

Everyone seemed to be very excited, but everyone's expressions were tense.

The orc researcher was silent for two seconds, and replied: "This is a creature other than Zerg, if it can be called a creature."

Lancelot frowned: "Have you observed it?"

The orc researcher nodded: "In the deepest part of the wormhole, we have repeated observations many times, and we can confirm that its waveband is the same as that we have received.

received unanimously. "

Lancelot: "Have they always lived in the deepest part of the wormhole? The explosion blasted this exit?"

The orc researcher was a little surprised, as if he thought Lancelot would not ask these questions. He explained: "Probably not. The deepest part of the wormhole has reached the edge of the space, and the three-dimensional space cannot be extended. We speculate that there is a space crack there." .”

Another researcher added: "At present, it is only a speculation, and it is not necessarily a space crack. There is also a greater possibility of the observer effect." He turned to Lancelot, "I don't know if His Royal Highness Is there any research on quantum mechanics? In the double-slit interference experiment, a situation similar to the present has appeared."

Lancelot replied: "Are you talking about the inconsistency of the experimental results with and without observers in the double-slit interference experiment?"

The orc researcher didn't expect Lancelot to know this, because the people in higher positions they usually come into contact with know almost nothing about this knowledge. He is the first person like Lancelot who can tell a thing or two and is willing to learn more about it. Encountered once.

The orc researcher seemed to have been opened up, and he continued: "That's right. It stands to reason that the observers just watched the experiment from the side, without interfering with the experiment at all, and those particles, thoughtless particles, seemed to have eyes, knowing that someone Looking at yourself, someone looking at yourself will be one kind of performance, and no one will be looking at yourself is another kind of performance, how weird it is, it really seems that the particle has eyes."

Seeing his companion getting more and more excited, the researcher who started talking brought the topic back: "The unknown creatures are like observed particles. When there are Zergs, they will only curl up in the alien space. When the number of Zergs When they are less than a certain value or even disappear, they will come out of the heterogeneous space."

Lancelot asked: "Can you confirm whether this unknown creature is harmful to humans?"

The face of the orc researcher became very ugly: "Let me put it this way, this creature is like a miniature black hole, and it is devouring the surrounding matter at a gradually increasing speed."

In other words, if left unchecked, this nameless creature will grow into an extremely huge monster in the near future, a monster that devours everything.

Lancelot suddenly remembered the egg in Uriah's escape pod: "If the number of Zerg returns to a certain number again, the 'Observer' will appear again, and the nameless creature will disappear.

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The orc researcher sighed: "We estimate that it will only take a month for the unknown creature to grow into an uncontrollable state. Even if we use clones to completely replicate the current Zerg, it will be too late, unless..."

"Unless what?" Lancelot asked.

Before the orc researcher could answer, the door of the sample observation room was slammed open, and a panting non-commissioned officer stood at the door. He was also from the orc kingdom. Because he ran too fast, his hairy ears were exposed. come out.

He shouted to everyone: "The test results are out! The egg in Marshal Uriah's escape cabin is a precious queen egg!" The excitement in his voice was self-evident.

The researcher from the Beastman Nation replied dully: "Unless we have a queen egg..."