The modified mecha flew at a top speed that was remarkably fast. Within ten minutes, Rong Zhiting arrived near the crash site of that mecha.
This time, the energy response of the detector was extremely clear, and even the torrential rain could not block it.
Following the energy signal, Rong Zhiting saw along the way many traces of buildings that had been smashed and destroyed. The concrete was scorched black by high temperatures, clearly pointing out the direction for him.
During the approach, Rong Zhiting frowned, cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead.
That mecha had clearly lost power, completely failing to decelerate or perform a landing maneuver during the fall. The pilot inside was likely in an extremely dire condition and might have already met with disaster.
Moreover, the extreme temperatures generated during the process of passing through the atmosphere were also lethal.
Now he could only hope that the mecha’s performance was high enough and that its thermal insulation layer and anti-collision shield were both intact, otherwise the person inside would likely face a grim fate.
At that moment, he was extremely grateful that before going to the mecha shop, he had gone to the bar owner to get that box of pharmaceuticals. He hoped those high-grade repair serums and high-level nutrient solutions for rapidly restoring physical strength would have a chance to come in handy.
The fallen mecha had formed a small impact crater on the ground.
The silver-white mecha lay motionless at the bottom of the ruins, its body covered in battle scars. The anti-collision shield was full of cracks, yet it was not completely shattered; it enveloped the outline of the mecha, emitting a faint glow in the gloomy rain.
The instant he saw that mecha from afar, all the blood in Rong Zhiting’s body froze.
He simply could not believe his eyes.
After quite a long moment, he finally heard the sound of his own violently pounding heart, and a sense of dizziness belatedly washed over him.
That, that was, that was Mi Tian.
Did he see wrong? How could Mi Tian possibly appear here!
No, he could not possibly be mistaken. He had served as the exclusive mecha mechanic for this mecha for over a dozen years; he remembered every single detail of this super-S-grade mecha!
The super-S-grade mecha Mi Tian was originally the personal mecha of Federation God of War Marshal Yu Weifeng, and no one had been able to pilot it since that legendary marshal passed away.
Because this was a legendary mecha exclusively belonging to an Omega.
Its unique internal structure dictated that no matter how superb an Alpha’s or Beta’s piloting skills were, they could not unleash even one or two tenths of this mecha’s combat power.
Therefore, it was not until the Federation’s second Omega God of War, Bai Jinqiu, appeared that it once again surfaced in the eyes of the world.
According to official records, Mi Tian should still be preserved in the mecha research laboratory of Weifeng Military Academy at present, undergoing maintenance, upkeep, upgrades, and improvements by the mecha masters of the research institute while awaiting the arrival of its next master.
Weifeng Military Academy was the premier military academy of the current Federation, personally founded by Marshal Yu Weifeng back then. After that legendary Omega marshal passed away, Mi Tian could not match with a subsequent pilot, so it naturally remained within Weifeng Military Academy.
In Rong Zhiting’s memories from his previous life, Mi Tian should have successfully matched with Bai Jinqiu only after the outbreak of a full-scale war, as the general’s brilliance gradually unfolded.
Yet now, this legendary mecha was right before Rong Zhiting’s eyes.
Since the timeframe in the official records was untrustworthy, could its pilot possibly be…
“No, Brother Bai.” Rong Zhiting’s face turned pale; he did not realize his voice was trembling.
Piloting his dark gray mecha, he practically staggered to the side of the silver-white mecha. With shaking hands, he was just about to check Mi Tian’s cockpit when he suddenly snapped back to his senses, raised his hand, and gave himself a fierce slap across the face.
Was he insane? There was such heavy acid rain outside!
If he opened the cockpit just like that, wearing a protective suit might allow him to endure for a bit, but the person inside wasn’t wearing one! Coupled with the toxic surface air and the intense radiation of the war zone, if he had any open wounds on his body, he would be completely done for!
Calm down. At least get inside a building first.
Intact buildings near the war zone were scarce, but right now there was no time to care about that. Checking the injuries of the person inside took precedence; delaying rescue time would spell disaster.
The dark gray mecha carefully supported the silver-white mecha and rushed into the nearest building.
Along the way, Rong Zhiting continuously took deep breaths, telling himself over and over again to stay calm and not panic. He had witnessed the physical resilience and self-healing ability of an S-grade Omega far too many times in his past life; that person wouldn’t die so easily. Besides, since he would see Brother Bai on the Second Legion flagship in the future, it meant this time he would definitely be fine.
Dammit, though, had Brother Bai really crashed this close to him in his previous life?
He prayed this wasn’t some butterfly effect brought on by his rebirth!
Upon reaching the interior of the building, Rong Zhiting laid the silver-white mecha flat on the ground, pulled out his emergency medical kit from the cockpit, quickly located Mi Tian’s interface panel, lifted the cover, and cut off the power to the cockpit’s automatic locking system.
A mecha cockpit could not be easily opened from the outside, but he was far too familiar with this mecha and quickly found the gap for manually forcing the cockpit open, yet no matter what he did, he could not pull the hatch open.
Rong Zhiting knew the reason for this. He pressed his hand against the hatch, forced himself to control the trembling in his voice, and spoke in a deep tone to the silver-white mecha:
“Mi Tian, let me in. I can save him.”
The silver-white mecha showed not the slightest reaction, acting like a cold, lifeless object.
A mecha had no life, this was unquestionable. But the super-S-grade mecha Mi Tian would occasionally display some unnatural reactions in times of crisis to protect its pilot, seemingly possessing self-awareness.
In his previous life, this was a secret known only to its pilot Bai Jinqiu and its exclusive mechanic Rong Zhiting.
Right now, this was clearly that exact situation.
Yet in this lifetime, Rong Zhiting was not yet Mi Tian’s exclusive mecha mechanic, nor had he met Bai Jinqiu.
Mi Tian obviously did not trust him.
“Mi Tian, let me save him!” After multiple failed attempts to open the cockpit, Rong Zhiting’s voice carried a near-crying edge as he roared at the silver-white mecha.
“Please.”
Just as he was about to feel despair, the hatch beneath his hand finally loosened.
A wave of relief washed over Rong Zhiting. Using every ounce of his strength, he slowly pulled open the hatch.
The scene inside the cockpit made his vision go dark, and he almost choked on his breath.
Blood. Everything was blood.
Splattered bloodstains and flowing blood practically covered the entire cockpit; he felt as though he had never seen so much blood in his entire life.
The person sitting inside the cockpit had long since lost consciousness. His pitch-black hair was soaked into strands by fresh blood, and that shockingly gorgeous face had completely lost its color. His breathing was shallow, and blood from his head continuously trickled down his slender cheeks, staining half his face red alongside the blood at the corner of his lips.
The pitch-black combat armor encased a lean, slender body, which was covered in scars left by battle.
It really was Bai Jinqiu.
The face of the person before him was slightly younger than in his memories, but he could never mistake it.
This was truly his Brother Bai.
Rong Zhiting felt his breathing tremble, his mind a complete blank. Fortunately, his years of battlefield experience allowed him to quickly pull himself together and begin rapidly checking the person’s injuries.
There was a nearly fatal penetrating wound on Bai Jinqiu’s chest, caused by a high-energy weapon that had pierced directly through his combat armor and punctured his lung.
This position had missed the heart, but a broken blade remained embedded in the wound.
That blade was a special weapon; once stabbed into the human body, its micro-energy waves would cause continuous destruction from the inside, and even the hemostatic function of the advanced combat armor hadn’t been able to completely stem the bleeding.
Seeing this wound, Rong Zhiting’s pupils contracted sharply.
He was very familiar with the location of this injury.
In his previous life, Bai Jinqiu had an old scar in the exact same spot on his body.
The person appearing here was not a butterfly effect caused by his rebirth; Brother Bai had genuinely crashed on this fringe star in his previous life!
Bai Jinqiu’s other wounds were temporarily concealed by the combat armor, but the cracked armor had lost its sealing function, and fresh blood seeped from its fissures, soaking the entire pilot seat.
“Brother Bai.”
Rong Zhiting clenched his teeth, feeling a sharp stinging in his eyes.
He had spent over a dozen years on the battlefield in his past life, and when manpower ran short during wartime, technicians had to double as medics. He had handled too many wounded personnel, and emergency treatment procedures had long since been engraved into his instincts.
The surrounding air was toxic, so he first helped the man put on the backup protective mask from the mecha. Having no tools on hand, he pulled that broken blade out with his bare hands.
There was no choice; if that object wasn’t removed, the wound would only continue to deteriorate. He executed the entire process with extreme crispness and efficiency, taking less than two seconds to minimize the pain. Yet during the extraction of the blade, the unconscious man still furrowed his brow and let out a muffled grunt, making Rong Zhiting’s heart tremble.
An Omega’s pain receptors were naturally several times more sensitive than a Beta’s or Alpha’s, and Bai Jinqiu’s neural sensitivity had been heightened several times over due to past experiences.
Without anesthesia, how agonizing must it have been to have his wound treated so crudely? Rong Zhiting didn’t even dare to imagine.
After pulling out the broken blade, disregarding the gushing blood that splattered all over him, Rong Zhiting tossed the fractured weapon aside and grabbed a high-potency hemostatic spray, generously applying it to Bai Jinqiu’s wound.
The hemostatic medication rapidly clotted the blood, and after a dozen seconds, the bleeding stopped. Rong Zhiting let out a silent breath of relief.
The other injuries required removing the combat armor to inspect, which wasn’t feasible here. Furthermore, the combat armor served to protect the wounded and isolate radiation, so it couldn’t be easily taken off. Rong Zhiting could only pour the repair serum down his throat first and bring him back before dealing with the rest.
A completely unconscious person could not swallow independently, so this pouring was done mouth-to-mouth.
Feeding each other drinks mouth-to-mouth was something they had done plenty of back when they played around with romantic affection, so Rong Zhiting was fairly proficient, wasting none of the limited high-grade repair serum he held.
It was just that for once, while lip-to-lip with this person, there was not a shred of romantic sentiment in his mind. He only felt that the icy touch between their lips and teeth, coupled with the overwhelming taste of blood, was enough to break his heart.
Regarding that wound on Bai Jinqiu’s chest, in his previous life, Brother Bai had told him it was left over from an early mission. It hadn’t received treatment at the time and had nearly cost him his life.
Fortunately, his physique possessed strong self-healing capabilities, and the wound eventually healed on its own without leaving permanent sequelae, save for the scar.
As for the claim that it left no sequelae, only a fool would believe it.
Yet what was done was done back then, and besides managing his health as best as possible, there had been no other way.
And now, this fatal injury lay bloody before his eyes; he was forced to re-examine the details in Bai Jinqiu’s words from back then.
During this period, Bai Jinqiu was not yet in the Second Legion, but rather belonged to a certain special operations unit, handling exclusively classified special missions.
The fact that this wound went untreated in his past life meant he had received no reinforcements and may even have been captured by the enemy.
If so, the surrounding area was likely unsafe, and enemy forces could very well be searching for him.
He had to leave here first.
Rong Zhiting carefully helped the man onto his back. When leaving the cockpit, the combination of his Brother Bai’s height of over 1.8 meters and the weight of the combat armor caused him to stagger and almost fall upon hitting the ground.
At nineteen years old and still un-manifested, his height was only 1.74 meters, failing to even reach the average height of a Beta, let alone his weight.
If not for the physical enhancements brought by his recent workouts, he probably really wouldn’t have been able to carry his Brother Bai this time.
Managing with great difficulty to get the man into his own mecha cockpit, Rong Zhiting climbed back out, threw everything out of his spatial storage ring, and stored Mi Tian inside.
Mi Tian’s propulsion system was already destroyed, and for one mecha to carry another while moving was far too conspicuous; if any pursuers nearby spotted Mi Tian, it would spell disaster.
He couldn’t rashly return to the underground city to seek medical help there; the population of the fringe star was concentrated entirely in that area. If anyone was looking for a target and failed to find it near the crash site, they would definitely check the underground city.
Thinking it through, returning to his own residence first was the safest option.
After that, he would need to procure advanced treatment equipment and medicine from the black market.
The black market’s source of goods was completely confidential, and customer information was never retained. He was always cautious in the black market; even if someone investigated recent sellers of medical supplies, they wouldn’t be able to trace it back to him.
Bai Jinqiu was heavily injured and required specialized treatment devices and medication for assistance, otherwise, even if the wound healed, it would be difficult to avoid long-term sequelae.
Since he had the opportunity to cure this person in this lifetime, he could never let his Brother Bai suffer from old injuries ever again.