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Chapter 343 God Sent Us to Save Us: Trust and a Show of Strength! (Bonus Chapter)

Another world!

Unmanned helicopters hover in the sky, deploying passive sensors to keep a watchful eye on sea monsters and other marine creatures.

On the research vessel, which had been temporarily reinforced with firepower, all non-combat personnel had left except for two researchers who remained.

Along with them boarded the ship came a medical and translation team with combat experience!

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Wearing power armor and carrying weapons, Zhao, along with the other warriors, watched with tense eyes as the alien ship gradually approached within a kilometer radius.

"The ship is constructed from a mixture of ironwood and wood, and looks outdated, yet it's able to navigate here. Self-testing has revealed a special energy shield; their technology seems more advanced than the dwarves' maritime cloaking jamming devices!"

"Very good. When you make contact later, be careful not to show hostility and give the other side a misunderstanding!" Bi Shengli from the rear command post instructed again.

"receive!"

As the ship drew closer, Xiao Zhou asked, "Captain, this technology looks amazing! We should be able to master it soon, right?"

Zhao nodded: "I heard that the research department is making good progress. If we can absorb their technology, we might be able to master these things soon! However, to hide this ship, we still need to conceal some of the more conspicuous parts on it."

"The rear has already begun searching for a suitable location. We'll ask how this ship got here, and if all else fails, we'll take it to our base in the far north."

"That's a good idea!"

At the same time, the last ships of the Fire Dragon Dynasty also began to approach this place.

However, the atmosphere was quite different on the rocking royal ship.

"They're indeed all ships made of steel, without any strong magical fluctuations, yet they're so fast?" Old Knight Darry, leaning on the ship's railing, was filled with shock in his cloudy eyes. "It's not the work of dwarves, but there's some dwarven alchemy involved. They must be reinforcements, right?"

Queen Rhaenys, pale-faced, leaned against the cabin door, barely managing to stay upright.

The herbs I just took only barely suppressed the abdominal cramps, but the poison and the shadow of impending death still haunted me.

When she saw the strange, gray-black steel ship, a glimmer of light appeared in her dim eyes.

The prophecy—the prophecy is true!

I did indeed see them making contact with each other's ships in the prophetic magic.

"Mother, they're so short!" Her young son, Viserys, tugged at her clothes, his little face full of confusion. "Aren't angels sent by the gods supposed to be ten feet tall?"

"Silly child." Rhaenys smiled weakly, stroking her son's silver-gold hair with all her might. Her voice was soft yet firm. "Legend has it that the offspring of the Fire Dragon God, the first angels, were also mortals transformed through alchemy. Before shedding their mortal forms, they were no different from us. These people before us must be servants of the divine messengers, members of our angelic race who have come to guide us."

Her words carried an undeniable magic, calming the restless hearts of the surrounding nobles.

"So angels were originally mortals too—" Viserys nodded, seemingly understanding, then a burning desire ignited in his eyes. He looked up, full of anticipation, and asked, "Mother, can we become angels too? I want to burn all those traitors to ashes! I want to ride dragons and become a great dragon knight!"

"It should be possible." Rhaenys smiled weakly, her withered fingers gently stroking her son Viserys's silver-gold hair. "Among our ancestors, there were great warriors who attempted alchemical modifications. Although they failed to become true angels, they gained power that mortals could hardly attain."

She paused, her breathing quickening, her words carrying a hint of warning: "But child, you must remember, besides becoming angels, our royal family can also continue to maintain the bloodline of the Dragon God! Our Dragon God bloodline is also the most precious gift in the world. If you accept the transformation of an angel, you may never hear the roar of dragons again, nor be able to glimpse the future from the flames."

Viserys nodded as if he understood, but his eyes gleamed with longing for that powerful force.

"Mother, the crystal plate!" Daenerys, held in her maid's arms, suddenly stretched out her little hand and pointed to the device on the arm of the figure on the opposite ship, exclaiming in her childish voice, "It's the same one the angel gave me! They must have been sent by angels to save us!"

The little princess's words were like a ray of light, piercing the heavy and oppressive atmosphere on the ship.

A genuine smile appeared on Renis's pale face. She looked at old Darryl and, with all her might, ordered, "Sir Darryl, they're almost here. Activate the protective shields and prepare to engage."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Old Dai bowed respectfully, then turned around, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's as he locked onto the approaching steel monster ship.

He waved his arm, and a flag bearing the royal coat of arms unfurled in the wind, displaying an ancient and universal nautical signal to inquire about the purpose of their visit.

A moment later, a flag was also raised on the steel ship opposite, but the flag was too simple in design, with only a few square symbols that they could not understand.

But the flag bearer's waving gesture clearly responded to their signal—reduce speed and wait for rescue!

These flag signals were learned by humans from the dwarves.

"Rescue—" Old Dai Rui murmured the word, his tense nerves relaxing slightly, but his vigilance remained undiminished.

Soon, both ships began to slow down to the same speed.

Then, several iron claws with ropes shot out from the opposite ship and accurately gripped their gunwale.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding mechanical winch noise, two ships of vastly different materials and styles were forcibly pulled together.

The docking is complete.

Everyone on the ship held their breath.

Then, a number of people came out from the other end of the deck.

Some were fully armed, while others carried no weapons at all.

Old Derry could sense a strong sense of threat.

"Gentlemen, we're almost there, please don't attack!"

After speaking, the group started running.

"Clang!"

With a loud bang, three figures dressed in simple black armor leaped from the steel deck three meters away, easily crossing the turbulent sea and landing heavily on their wooden deck!

The wooden deck groaned under the weight, as if it would be crushed by the three steel giants at any moment.

The man in the lead was none other than Zhao.

As the other party approached, old Dairy's hand instinctively gripped the magic longsword at his waist once again.

He could sense that these people didn't have much magical energy; one of them was even completely undetectable. His battlefield intuition told him that they posed little threat.

But another intuition told him that if he took action, he would surely die!

How could an ordinary person wear such heavy armor and jump across a strait that is three meters wide?

The other party's alchemy skills are very advanced!

Upon Zhao and his group's arrival, Yu Qiwen, the leader, stepped forward with a warm smile and spoke in fluent Mandarin with a French-influenced accent: "Hello! I am Yu Qiwen, the envoy from the Northern Reclamation Team responsible for communication with you all!"

His pronunciation was impeccable, extremely close to human language, instantly bridging the distance between them.

Old Darryl's fingers trembled slightly from gripping the sword hilt too tightly. Although the Queen had said they were trustworthy, he had prepared for the worst. However, upon hearing their well-intentioned words, Old Darryl loosened his grip slightly, but his gaze remained wary.

He stepped aside, making way for Queen Rhaenys, who was protecting him behind him.

Old Darryl placed a hand on his chest in a perfect knightly salute, then introduced in a solemn tone: "Standing before you is the Stormborn of the Divine Continent, Queen of the Andar, the Nath, the Elves, the Dwarves, the Orcs, and the First Men, the Ruler of the Forsaken Continent and the Protector of the Entire Territory, Queen Rhaenys Targaryen!"

After the long list of titles was read out, the air seemed to freeze.

Yu Qiwen's smile froze for a moment.

Goodness, is this some kind of menu recitation?

He glanced subconsciously at Zhao beside him, only to see that the huge power armor helmet remained motionless, seemingly unaffected by the overwhelming title.

Yu Qiwen secretly grumbled to himself, but showed no sign of it on his face. He quickly adjusted his expression, bowed slightly, which was both polite and showed a modern sense of competence.

"It is an honor to meet Your Majesty Queen Rhaenys and all of you."

He skillfully glossed over the complicated title and cut straight to the point: "We received a message from a friend informing us that you urgently need medical treatment!"

"Thank you all!" Old Darryl said again, patting his chest. "The Targaryen royal family will always remember this kindness."

"You're too kind." Yu Qiwen nodded, then gestured to the research vessel behind him, "Our medical personnel are on standby and ready to provide treatment at any time."

After saying that, he changed the subject and his expression became more serious.

"Furthermore, we have heard that your dynasty has encountered some changes. To ensure your absolute safety, we will escort you to the dwarven port of Tranquility for rest and recuperation."

"However," Yu Qiwen's gaze swept over the group's ornate yet tattered clothing and their signature silver-gold hair, "to avoid unnecessary trouble, everyone may need to—change their appearance before arriving!"

"Tranquil Harbor?"

"A complete makeover?"

Old Dai Rui's expression changed instantly, and he suddenly turned his gaze to the Queen behind him, who was struggling to stay upright.

Go to the dwarves' territory?

Do I still need to disguise my identity?

The deeper meaning behind this made this loyal knight wary.

Just then, Queen Rhaenys spoke weakly, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

Sir Daryl Dary

She coughed lightly twice, a relieved smile appearing on her pale face: "Don't worry, they were sent by angels, they won't harm us. Just do as the messenger says."

"Yes, my queen." Old Darryl bowed his head.

Renis nodded with satisfaction and then instructed, "Darry, you are in charge of handling all matters from now on."

""

"yes!"

In this delicate atmosphere of tension and trust, a clear child's voice suddenly rang out.

It was Princess Daenerys, who was always held in the arms of her maid and curiously observing everything.

She was pointing at Zhao's imposing power armor, tilting her head, her eyes full of innocent confusion: "Why are the insignia on your armor different from those of the angels?"

Before Daenerys could finish speaking, the royal family members present tensed up.

"You mean the Fire Dragon Badge? We belong to different units, so our badges are different!" Zhao said with a smile to the cute-looking child.

Upon hearing Yu Qiwen's account, Renis and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

However, due to the burden of excessive poison and magic consumption over the past few days, and after several emotional ups and downs, she could no longer hold on, her body went limp, and she quickly fainted.

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

Viserys and Daenerys screamed in agony.

Old Dai Rui's heart tightened, and just as he was about to step forward, another figure approached.

Whoosh—!

The magic sword was swiftly drawn and aimed at the medic who was about to be deployed.

"This old gentleman is a doctor, a doctor who treats the wounded. Don't lay a hand on him."

The medic beside Zhao Chong stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Sir, please move aside. Saving his life is the priority!"

His tone was not pleading, but rather confident.

"Doctor? Isn't that a bachelor's degree? Why does that title sound so similar to the one used in the Eastern Continent?"

Old Dai Rui's eyebrows furrowed, and he tightened his grip on his weapon.

Reason told him that now was not the time to adhere to chivalry and the strict separation of men and women.

In the end, he stepped aside.

The medic quickly knelt beside the queen, took out medical equipment from a box he carried, and began the reconnaissance.

Soon, various types of information about patients began to appear.

"It's alkali poisoning. The toxins have backfired, causing high fever and inflammation in multiple organs. Her body temperature is far above normal!" The medic spoke quickly and clearly. "But that's just the trigger. She also has serious underlying problems: abnormal proliferation of blood cells and severe ischemia due to long-term malnutrition. In your words, her life force is being devoured by her own body."

Old Dai Rui was completely confused, but the words "poison" and "life force being devoured" struck him like a hammer blow.

"Cells? What kind of magic is that?"

"Cells are not magic; they are part of bodily tissue and are science."

The medic who had spoken earlier didn't even look up; his hands moved quickly, and he had already connected Renis to a portable life monitoring device.

"Your queen's condition is very bad; she needs immediate blood purification. Captain, we also need to request a warrior's potion and some nutrients from the rear to replenish her deficiencies."

"Save my mother!" Viserys cried out upon hearing this.

"Don't rush, it's only fifty nautical miles." Yu Qiwen said, looking at the map on the tactical compass. "If you sail another fifty nautical miles, our helicopter will arrive. We'll take the Queen to our ship for emergency treatment first."

"A helicopter?" Viserys asked, tilting his head back. The word was beyond the comprehension of his young mind. "What's that?"

Yu Qiwen smiled and ruffled his silver hair: "A big guy who can handle a board, fast and steady."

Old Daryl took a deep breath, looked at the Queen, whose breath was weak, and then at the two children who were clutching his clothes tightly and whose faces were full of fear.

He knew he had no other choice.

This is the Targaryen royal family's last hope, and Lan fears that this hope comes from a group of mysterious angel friends!

"The prince and princess must stay by the queen's side." Old Daryl's voice was hoarse but firm.

"Of course," Yu Qiwen nodded. "If you're worried, Sir, you can come along too."

Old Daryl shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the crew: "You must stay here and guard this ship. This is the royal family's treasure."

He turned to the busy medic and said solemnly, "I entrust the Queen and the children to you."

Yu Qiwen translated the words to the medic.

Upon hearing this, the medic didn't turn around, but simply raised one hand, made a zero gesture, and then pressed the communicator.

"Command center, requesting emergency medical evacuation of the target. We require rapid transport support, and one dose of soldier's medical supplies—" The soldier glanced at Old Darryl, "No, two doses. Repeat, two doses of medical supplies!"

"Besides this, we also need rapid-lift support, as well as anti-toxic drugs, acetazolamide for treating alkali poisoning, and injectable arginine hydrochloride —"

Just as he finished giving the instructions, Zhao Dengxie received a confirmation from the command center that their request had been received via his communicator.

Old Dai watched as this bunch of scoundrels talked to a metal box and then solved everything, and he felt even more that his friends were unfathomable.

They can communicate easily without the aid of any magic.

What is the technical principle behind this?

Even the scum of the Eastern Continent couldn't do this, right?

He glanced at the queen, whose breath was weak, and then at Viserys, who was on the verge of tears. He steeled himself, knowing they also needed to demonstrate some strength, and said in a deep voice, "My friends, why don't you lift me up so I can carry the queen to your ship?"

The medic next to Zhao, who was preparing to call for a stretcher, paused for a moment upon hearing this.

"you?"

Old Darryl said no more. He adjusted the position of the magic sword on his back, whispered an apology to the unconscious Queen Rhaenys, and then bent down and, with a steady posture that was unusual for his age, gently lifted the queen into his arms.

Holding a piece of trash, he didn't hesitate at all. After taking two running steps, he used the rise and fall of the ship's side to leap up and land steadily on Zhao Deng's boat, which was a few meters away.

The entire movement was fluid and smooth, and the landing was surprisingly quiet.

The eyelids of the soldiers around Zhao twitched, and they exchanged a knowing look that only they understood.

This old man is very strong!

That's something.

But isn't his straightness important?

They detected that the old man's arm was bent out of shape!

After seeing the Queen off, old Darryl returned again.

Viserys and Princess Daenerys, who was being carried by a maid, were also brought over.

After settling the royal family members onto the pioneer team's ship, old Dai Rui said to Yu Qiwen, "Friends, please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

"Please go ahead." Yu Qiwen nodded.

Old Darryl leaped again and lightly returned to the dilapidated royal ship.

Not long after, he changed into a new set of gear.

Those were his rune armor!

He was also carrying several heavy wooden boxes on his back.

Zhao's gaze first fell on the armor on the other person's body.

[What exquisite armor! It looks even better than those cheap, heavy-duty canned goods!]

Yu Qiwen glanced at the other man's armor, then his gaze fell on the several boxes he was carrying, thinking to himself, "These things are so big, they must weigh several hundred pounds, right?"

Xiao Zhou was looking at his tactical goggles.

The reading above, representing the fluctuation of magical energy, is constantly rising, flashing an orange warning.

"It's magical equipment?" Xiao Zhou muttered to himself, exchanging a glance with Zhao and the others, but neither of them asked any questions.

Every dander has its own secrets, especially during this sensitive period of first contact.

Seeing that Old Dai Rui wasn't going back, Yu Qiwen said, "Have the other comrades guide the royal ships to the Gongkuai anchorage and conduct a disguised operation, while we all return to port. Saving the enemy is the priority!"

"receive!"

With the roar of the ship's engines, Zhao's ship cut through the waves and sped toward the base at a speed of up to four thousand knots.

The waves crashed against the porthole, and Viserys's little face was pressed tightly against the cold glass as he watched the ship carrying their beautiful vows disappear into the ocean.

Not long after, a deep and rhythmic rumble came from the sky.

"What was that sound?" Viserys looked up, gazing at the sky in confusion.

A massive steel structure emerged from the clouds, swirling in with powerful air currents.

Old Dai Rui's pupils contracted.

He had seen dragons; the epics of the Targaryens were filled with images of dragons.

He had also seen the fancy, elaborate wooden artifacts concocted by alchemists from the Eastern Continent.

When some members of the royal family name Ya and hold grand religious ceremonies, there are always seven or eight servants helping out at the bottom of the ceremonies, even if the ceremonies are hundreds of meters long.

But this thing in front of me is a creation from a completely different level.

It was enormous, yet incredibly stable, hovering motionless amidst the wind and waves at sea.

"Sir, Your Highness, this is a helicopter to pick you up," Yu Qiwen's voice rang out at the right time.

When the helicopter landed smoothly on the hill, the hatch opened, and old Daryl and a servant led the queen and her two children, who were on stretchers, into it.

Upon seeing what was inside, his surprise reached a new level.

This thing can fit more than a dozen people, and there's still plenty of room. It's far superior to some magical boats!

As the plane took off, looking down at the rapidly receding ocean, Viserys finally couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

Old Daryl coughed softly and pulled Viserys back from the window.

"Your Highness, maintain the dignity of the royal family."

Viserys blushed and immediately sat up straight, but his eyes still couldn't help but sneak glances out.

Old Darryl glanced at him, then looked at Princess Daenerys, who was staring wide-eyed with wide, round eyes, her mouth slightly open, her face full of curiosity, and sighed inwardly.

They're just kids; curiosity is in their nature.

Old Darius was surprised as the helicopter drew closer to where the dwarves were.

Finally, he couldn't help but turn to Yu Qiwen and ask, "Have you reached a cooperation agreement with those stubborn scoundrels?"

Yu Qiwen was looking at the treatment team when he heard this and looked up in surprise: "Stubborn dwarfs? Sir, we think our dwarf friends are quite hospitable. As for cooperation, we do have some good cooperative projects with them."

Old Dai Rui's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything more.

hospitable?

Those shorty guys who know nothing but muscles and ale, how could they be so hospitable to scum?

They must be just like everyone else, enslaving each other, right?

If what they say is true, then the methods of these scumbag friends from the North are becoming increasingly unfathomable to him.

Soon, the trigger began to fall.

Before they disembarked, the medics handed them several black hooded gowns and gestured for them to put them on.

When old Derry stepped out of the cabin and saw the scene before him, he was completely stunned.

What came into view was a place he couldn't describe in words.

The walls are minimalist white, and the floor is as smooth as a mirror.

Countless magical artifacts he had never seen before were operating silently.

Huge arches were embedded in the walls, with various characters he couldn't understand flowing across them.

The air was filled with a clean, pungent smell mixed with an unknown gas.

To Shi Ju's surprise, they were greeted by a female scholar dressed in white.

"I am the physician in charge of the Queen's treatment! Sir Lanwei, please hand over the ailment to us."

The female medical officer's voice was calm and professional. Yu Qiwen then translated it for Old Dai Rui.

Old Daryl instinctively gripped the Queen's stretcher, but after seeing the hospital bed with various tubes and instruments being pushed behind her, as well as several female nurses in similar uniforms, he hesitated for a second before finally choosing to let go.

His view was blocked by a white curtain, so he could only stand outside like a statue, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, looking around warily.

These northern humans, without a word, built such a massive base on this barren land.

They reached a mysterious agreement to coexist with the dwarfs and possess alchemical artifacts that seem to far surpass those of the Eastern Continent.

Their kingdom, however, was completely unaware of this due to the conflict and civil war that had raged for over two years.

"Those damned ambitious bastards! I wonder if they're living a life of decadence and debauchery after the new dynasty was established, or if they're mobilizing their forces to deal with the invasion from the celestial convergence!"

"Grandpa Darryl, have some candy!"

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness!"

Old Darryl took the candy Daenerys gave him and popped it into his mouth.

The taste of the icing sugar cheered him up considerably.

After a long wait of one hour.

The tightly closed treatment room door was finally slid open, and the female doctor came out, taking off her mask.

Sir Daryl Dary

Old Dai Rui stood up, his heart pounding in his throat.

"The Queen is now out of danger and her condition has stabilized. You can visit her once she wakes up."

""

Old Dai Rui's tense nerves suddenly jolted!

However, the female doctor's next words made his heart, which had just been at ease, instantly hang in suspense.

"Sir Darryl," she said, her brow furrowing as she looked at a data report in her hand, "your body also needs treatment!"

'

"My body? No, I'm fine!" Dai Rui quickly shook his head.

He put on the runic armor, indicating that he was prepared to display his true strength, not to receive treatment!

"You're injured and need treatment!"