Not far from Lion City, a fleet was anchored on the sea. A scream suddenly rang out from inside one of the warships.
Various instruments in the room began blaring alarms, frightening the doctors and nurses into rushing inside.
After conducting an examination, the doctor wiped away his sweat and said, "There's no major problem. Your senses were simply jolted when the connection was severed."
"Relax, Mr. Morton. You're safe."
Right in front of the doctor was a hospital bed.
A man lay on the bed. All his hair had fallen out, and his face bore severe burn scars. Only one of his eyes functioned normally; the other was already blind.
More seriously, he had only his left arm and right leg remaining. His right arm and left leg were empty stumps, clearly amputated.
IV tubes, a urine bag, and various sensors were attached to his body. He clearly couldn't get out of bed and was incapable of caring for himself.
The man before them was none other than the Black Knight Morton—the real Morton.
Just as the doctor had said, the puppet he controlled had been decapitated by Luo Yan with a single sword strike, causing his senses to suffer a powerful shock.
That was what had triggered the alarms just now.
Now that he had calmed down, the readings on the instruments had returned to normal.
But Morton's heart remained unsettled for a long time.
He turned his head toward the doctor. "How are Marshall and Rune doing?"
The doctor answered, "They're still fighting."
Morton gritted his teeth. "So that means I'm the first one to be defeated?"
He roared, "Bring me the spare puppet! I can still fight!"
The doctor hesitated. "Mr. Morton, I don't recommend that."
"Your connection was forcibly severed while your puppet was containing