Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1151 1133. Full Process
"You mean to say that you met an old man called Tom Bombadil?"

The Lady of the Lake looked at Lan En, who had just come back to his senses, in confusion.

Just now, the demon hunter briefly talked about their journey to another world.

Of course, Old Tom couldn't avoid the topic.

But the Lady of the Lake, who once lived in the blessed land of Valinor in ancient times, seemed unfamiliar with this name.

Lan En didn't think there was anything wrong.

After all, the Lady of the Lake at that time probably didn’t even know where Middle-earth was.

It can be said that Tom Bombadil's activities have been in Middle-earth since the beginning of the world.

The status and power of this cheerful old man are beyond words, but he is obviously not the active type.

"Never heard of it."

Sure enough, the lady twisted her dark green hair with one finger and recalled.

"But it's normal. It's not strange for anything to pop up in that place."

It seems that the Lady of the Lake also has a clear understanding of how deep the water is in the world of Arda.

The God of Creation was watching from outside the world he created while many Valar, Valir, and Maiar gathered in Valinor within the world.

Among the firstborn children of the God of Creation, the outstanding ones are capable of competing with and killing the fallen Maia.

On the surface, Arda is a world where people swing hammers and axes, rolling in the mud on the battlefield and hacking at each other.

But in reality, the wars of the First and Second Ages of Arda were so destructive that they changed the world's geological structure.

Even the current shape of this planet is the result of the severe attack at the end of the Second Age, which destroyed the round earth world and caused Ilúvatar to roll it into a ball again.

The world of the Third Age is simply a changed appearance caused by the traces of battlefields after the wars of the previous two ages.

Although when the Lady of the Lake sojourned in Arda, the First Age of the Rising Sun and Moon had not yet begun.

But there was no doubt that the young lady at that time already knew the level of those guys in Valinone.

And well knew how deep the waters of Arda were.

The shape of the sword of the Lady of the Lake was designed by Aulë, the god of forging, and passed on to Galadriel and the Lady of the Lake as a teaching aid.

"Thank you for your hard work, my champion."

The Lady of the Lake chuckled, leaned over from the Wave Throne, and reached out to smooth a strand of the witcher's silver hair that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear.

"Thank you for finding my long-lost friend."

"Now that Alda has reappeared before me, I can have a personal chat with this old friend!"

As she spoke, a malicious and eager smile appeared on the lady's face.

Under this 'dangerous' expression, the Demon Hunter, Felynx and Ancient Dragon looked at each other tacitly.

Then, in perfect harmony, they tiptoed toward the outside of Dagon's altar.

After they reached Black Tern Island, a soft golden glow began to appear in the direction of Dagon's altar, like the sunlight reflected from the lake in the early morning.

Considering that elven beacons can record the coordinates of the worlds they have traveled through, it seems completely reasonable for the Lady of the Lake to record the coordinates of Arda in order to "talk" to her old friend.

Lan En considered himself to be not very courageous, so he did not participate in the "reminiscence" between the Lady of the Lake and Lady Galadriel.

But only at this moment did he press his temples and slowly exhale.

"Oh my God"

This feeling has nothing to do with the Lady of the Lake, but comes from the things that suddenly appeared in Lan's mind after Tom Bombadil touched his forehead!

From that moment on, on Lan's retina, Mentos seemed to have malfunctioned and the screen was refreshed, listing more than a dozen progress bars.

And until just now, all the progress in these dozen or so progress bars were completed.

The notes in front of these progress bars are: [Blood Regeneration Organ], [Laraman Organ], [Nerve Knot], [Pre-placed Stomach].
There are a total of sixteen progress bars scattered here and there.

This is all the procedures after Lann's Space Marine transformation surgery!
All surgery memories!

These memories were originally buried in the vast memory contained in the [Gene Seed].

In the ocean of memory that spans tens of thousands of years, they are like shells buried under the beach, difficult to find.

In the absence of tools, the only way to ensure that there are no omissions or mistakes is to use the clumsy method of digging piece by piece.

Moreover, Lan En himself did not even dare to dig in large quantities in a short period of time, because even if he could dig up these "precious shells".

This vast and complex knowledge was enough to make him overwhelmed.

The knowledge of four operations was enough to make him lose his mind and become dazed. If more knowledge than this was crammed into his brain at once, it would give him a splitting headache.

But as Tom Bombadil called it, these problems no longer existed. The knowledge was accurately extracted from the "beach" of memory and then arranged neatly for Lan according to the order of the operation.

However, the amount of knowledge required for these sixteen operations was not enough to break through the computing power limit of Mentos or the memory limit of Lan.

The biochemical intelligent computer simply couldn't understand how Tom Bombadil did all this.

With its current level of computing power, it should be completely overloaded by this huge amount of knowledge memory.

But even though the amount of data has exceeded the limit, it is still operating as normal.

This is as terrifying as an ordinary person finding a knife stuck in his forehead, and even being able to feel the blade in his cranial cavity, but his body is fine.

At least, it felt spooky to Mentos.

Until just now, it had used its computing power to archive all these memories and sort them out. That is, those progress bars.

In this way, the crisis that might be caused by this huge amount of knowledge pouring into the subject's brain is resolved.

This is also the reason why Lan En looked dazed and stunned since Old Tom's finger touched his forehead.

As a parting gift and a so-called "thank you gift", the knowledge that Old Tom had helped him sort out was invaluable.

Although it takes time to fully master the surgical knowledge, making the super organs required for surgery by oneself requires continuous research and experiments in alchemy and biology.

But this has been a great help.

At least he won't have to count on getting extra rewards by going into [Memory Dive] like a lottery.

You can now relax and appreciate the Emperor's Children's swordsmanship, tactics, additional biochemical knowledge, and even art.

And I have to say, this knowledge comes at a very timely moment.

Because Lan En's original enhanced surgery process had been stuck.

The greatest amount of surgical knowledge he had ever gained at one time was when Yharnam killed the time-controlling Spider Rom, and obtained it from Belisarius Cawl's Mechanicus personnel across time.

That time he directly obtained the three characteristic transformation processes of the Primaris Space Marines.

He also gained something from the subsequent [Memory Dive], but these gains were not connected to the surgical process at all.

Without prior surgery, there would be no follow-up, so it could only be left there to collect dust.

This time, the entire surgical process knowledge has been obtained, and the incomplete knowledge can finally be connected and correspond to each other.

"Boss, are you okay meow?"

Felynx asked with concern, and Kirin snorted and turned his long neck to look over.

Lan En waved his hands, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"No, it's nothing. It's just that old Tom gave too much."

"Meow?"

Felyne and Kirin looked at each other in confusion, then shook their heads indifferently.

The two of them are quite familiar with Lan En, so they don't need to talk about it in secret.

There were a lot fewer cruise ships on Lake Vizima than last time. I don’t know if it was because people knew that exploration was hopeless or because of weather factors.

The flow of time between worlds is always strange and uncertain.

But Lan En calculated that he would be gone for at least several months.

The longest time I have entered the Celestial Sphere Confluence Rift and returned to the magical medieval world has been more than half a year.

And this time, when he left Arda, Old Tom was preparing Mrs. Goldberry's grooming for the coming winter.

But back in the Magical Middle Ages, there was a continuous dark cloud over Lake Vizima, and it looked like raindrops were about to fall.

This kind of weather brings out the fresh water vapor and the smell of aquatic plants on the lake, but because of the high humidity, it seems a bit stuffy.

The low thunder traveled far away in the clouds, and sporadic raindrops as big as beans fell, which seemed to be a precursor to heavy rain.

"Spring rain?"

Lan En stretched out his hand, caught a stray drop of rain, and roughly guessed what time of year it was.

The witcher simply jumped onto the horse, and the kitten nimbly climbed up by grabbing the harness on Qilin.

"Let's go straight to Aretuza. This rain looks like it's going to be heavy and long."

Lan En was only wearing a silk shirt with a lace collar, and he didn't care about the temperature or anything else.

I just kind of hate getting my hair and clothes wet.

So after coming back, I gave up my previous habit of going to Dark Water to have a drink and listen to the latest news, and prepared to go straight to Aretuza.

(End of this chapter)