"Help! I'm hurt! I'm bleeding all over the place..."
While a certain curious King of Withered enthusiastically praised the spectacle, the acting legion commander aboard the Solar Ship lay in his pilot's seat, crying out without a shred of dignity.
"Sorry, move over a little, please. You're blocking me."
The masked repairman patted his shoulder. "Lift your legs a bit, move over, a little more—there, thanks—"
And so, stepping on the armrest and climbing over Raymond sprawled across the chair, he poked his head into the ceiling and began reconnecting the wiring.
Not far away, amid piercing noise, welding sparks flew. Once the steel plates had been cut, they were welded bit by bit over the breach in the bridge compartment, covering the enormous opening like an ugly patch.
The scattering sparks flew a long way, landing on Raymond's dead-eyed face. He opened his mouth, caught a few, tasted them, smacked his lips twice, then spat. "Wrong welding compound. Bad ratio. This is deep-work repair, so be careful, buddy."
"..."
The welder turned back to look at the salted-fish acting legion commander collapsed in his chair, his expression complicated. "You really have no idea who threw all the supplies out of the cargo hold back then, do you?"
"...Forget I said anything."
Raymond raised his hands in surrender.
Back when they had lightened the load to accelerate, the speeding had felt amazing. Now that the ride was over, though, they had to face reality.
It would have been one thing to be broke before the battle. But they were still broke after winning it?
When had the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage ever suffered this kind of grievance or hardship?!
Isn't that right, Huai Shi?
Unfortunately, no matter how much he tried to cue him now, someone could no longer give him