Arthur instantly flew to the chest of the Thorn Giant. The holy sword in his hand had already gathered amazing energy and was ready to go in the dazzling golden light!
At the same time, Bedivere, who had suddenly lifted Arthur into the sky, could not resist the influence of gravity after all, and finally fell down helplessly!
Dozens of crimson thorn branches stabbed the werewolf in the shape of spikes, each shot aimed at Bedivere's vitals! The werewolf who did not expect his opponent to kill him was completely covered in flaws during the fall, and was unable to avoid it.
The attack of these thorns!
Whoosh! The fishman prince Tristan shot a plug-in from the dagger, causing it to explode in front of Bedivere! The medical gel quickly expanded into an umbrella shape, forming a protective shield in front of the werewolf!
However, the protective cover could not completely prevent the piercing attack of the thorns. The large number of spikes slightly slowed down the trend, but it still attacked the werewolf with fatal momentum!
Buzz!!------King Arthur's holy sword turned into a giant blade and cut the thorn giant in half at chest level!
Prick!!------The deadly thorn also pierced someone's body at the same time!
"Bedi!!" King Arthur, who had just killed his opponent, realized what was happening below and immediately shouted.
"Tristan!!" However, Bedivere also exclaimed in the same exclamation, looking at the fishman prince Tristan who was pierced by thorns next to him!
Just now, just before the werewolf was about to be hit, Tristan rushed up! He used his body to knock Bedivere away, allowing the werewolf to survive, but the fishman prince himself was hit by five sharp thorns.
The thorn branches penetrated the chest and abdomen!
"Eh?" Tristan vomited a mouthful of blood and whispered in disbelief: "What's going on...the body... moved involuntarily..."
..........Crack!" He vomited another mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground along with the defeated thorn giant and the out-of-control limp thorn branches!
"Tristan! No!!------" Bedivere rushed over to check the situation as soon as he landed, but what he saw was the dying fishman prince lying in a pool of blood. The crimson thorns that penetrated Tristan's body were...
It withered and disappeared at an astonishing speed, leaving only five huge holes. This accelerated the fishman prince's bleeding, and the situation was very critical!
"Damn it!" Ivan also caught up, pulled out his dagger and pressed the trigger of the plug-in, spraying out a large amount of medical gel from the plug-in, temporarily blocking the fishman prince's wound.
"Ugh..." Tristan spit out another mouthful of blood. As his vision gradually blurred, he could only vaguely see the things in front of him. What the fishman prince could see was kneeling beside him, his face pale.
, Bediwell with a guilty face.
The same scene seemed familiar. There was some kind of memory in Tristan's mind that seemed to be coming back to life, but he couldn't really recall it. There was just a faint feeling of sadness and indescribable nostalgia.
(Who the hell are you?)
(Why do you do all this for me, and why do I do all this for you?)
(All of this cannot be explained by common sense. Unless, we were once ------)
"How is Tristan's condition?" King Arthur, who had killed the thorn giant, also hurried over to check on the fishman prince's injury.
"Three important organs were damaged, but I used medical gel to temporarily stop the bleeding and pain, and he can hold on for a while longer." Ivan said, while using the dagger in his hand to continuously spray out medical freezing mist, wrapping him in
The medical gel on Tristan's wound froze. The moderate cold had the effect of astringing the wound and inhibiting bleeding. The fishman prince's life signs gradually stabilized. He lost consciousness and lay calmly on the ground.
King Arthur glanced at Bedivere again: "Tristan, this selfish little bastard, would actually protect you from a knife? You have to know that even when I was in the most danger, this guy never tried to protect me from a knife!"
------Will the sun rise from the west tomorrow?"
Bedivere did not speak, he was still in confusion. He was so unstable that he no longer even had the ability to organize words.
At the same time, the crimson thorn giant that was cut in half and fell down actually started to move again! The thorns continued to regenerate, entwined with each other, and formed the giant's body again! It would soon stand up and fight again!
"Damn it! Isn't this enough to kill it?" Arthur gritted his teeth, clenched the holy sword and prepared to fight.
"Woo..." Bedivere groaned, and his left arm prosthetic began to move uncontrollably!
In other words, something in his left arm prosthetic began to move uncontrollably, affecting the prosthetic leg! Sky-blue tree vines emerged from his arm! The power of the Holy Tree Seed was out of control!!
"Bedi?!" Arthur looked at the vines sprouting from the werewolf's arms, and felt a chill in his heart: "How come even you---!"
He thought that the vines sprouting from the werewolf's hands were part of this crazy forest, and that Bedivere had been parasitized or even controlled by plants. The King of Knights was horrified, but he also made ruthless preparations to fight the werewolf.
------But his worries are completely unnecessary!
The Holy Tree Seed had no intention of harming Arthur and the others. It continued to expand and grow sky-blue tree vines until its body completely emerged from Bedivere's prosthetic leg! It was separated from the memory alloy
The mithril arm fell into the open space aside and began to grow rapidly!
In a few seconds, it has grown into a giant, a sky-blue tree and vine giant! Completely opposite to the crazy crimson thorn giant, the tree-vine giant's whole body emits a soft and beautiful sky-blue light!
The Crimson Thorn Giant also completed its regeneration, got up from the ground, and planned to continue fighting!
If there are two real camps in the world, "Justice" and "Evil", then the two giants, red and blue, must choose sides at this moment and are incompatible with each other. Only God knows who is righteous and who is evil!
"Bedivere, where did you get such a thing?!" Arthur looked at the two giants confronting each other, and then glared at the young werewolf in surprise.
Bediwell also muttered to himself, with indescribable surprise on his face: "[Holy Tree Seed]------A gift given to me by Lord Multani, the prophet of Druidism..."
..This guy didn’t even need my order and started moving on his own?!"
"You actually took this kind of thing into the exam, you cheating guy!" Ivan's complaint at this moment was exactly the same as Tristan's previous complaint. The two of them really had a brother-like synchronization rate!
Bedivere scratched his head: "Don't mention this now!"
Boom!! While everyone was talking, the two giants, red and blue, were already fighting. With their size and destructive power, all small means were in vain. Only pinching each other with bare hands was the most correct and effective way.
Play style!
Although the sky-blue giant transformed from the seeds of the holy tree is made of soft tree vines, it is not soft-handed at all. Every punch it makes is powerful! It and the crimson thorn giant collided with each other with fists.
No one gives in, and every punch unleashes an explosion that shakes the world!
"Uh-huh!" The people on the ground stood in a semi-crouched position to withstand the endless shock waves caused by the battle between the two giants. The fight was so fierce and the scene was so chaotic that Arthur and others could not even move.
There was no room for intervention! However, Arthur still put the Sword of the Holy King into the King's Sheath, accumulating strength and ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Crimson Thorn Giant!
"We have to resolve the matter here as soon as possible and send Tristan back for treatment!" Ivan reminded while looking after the fishman prince: "He can only last another half hour at most!"
"Hmph." A large drop of cold sweat broke out on Bedivere's forehead. The situation was urgent, and the time they had left was actually far less than thirty minutes! No matter how fast the dragonrider was, Tristan had to be sent back to the dock from here.
In that battleship in Cairo on the outskirts, it would take at least ten minutes!
In other words, within the remaining twenty minutes, they must completely eliminate the Crimson Thorn Giant and lift the martial law in this isolated area! Can they really accomplish such a difficult task?!
The Sky Blue Tree Vine Giant is still competing with the Crimson Thorn Giant, but after all, it is just a giant transformed from the seed of the Holy Tree. The Seed of the Holy Tree is the species of a tree. No matter how unique it is, it will be integrated with the entire forest.
Compared with the crimson seed that was formed by shrinking it, there is obviously a huge difference in power between the two! The holy tree seed alone is not enough! Bedivere must do something!
Rumble, rumble, rumble!! ------ However, the two giants are still in a fierce battle, and no one else is allowed to intervene! If you approach rashly, you will definitely be smashed into pieces by the two giants' fists that are almost invisible.
It's already very difficult for Deville and the others just to stay far away and not be affected!
There is no other way but to rely on that ------
Bedivere took out a small glass bottle from his pocket.
King Arthur had seen and heard about the glass bottle containing the dark red mysterious liquid, but he had never understood its mystery. He only vaguely understood that it was a potion that could change destiny-----
----As long as you pay enough price, you can change your destiny (Kama)!
The King of Knights watched Bediwell uncork the glass bottle, and watched the werewolf hold the glass bottle high, intending to drink the potion. His heart was full of thoughts to prevent the werewolf from drinking the potion, but his body remained indifferent, as if expecting Bedi
Will drink the medicine!
The young werewolf opened his mouth wide and was about to drink the crimson potion, when another man's hand suddenly stretched out to stop him.
"No..." Tristan, who was supposed to be unconscious, whispered in a weak voice: "Don't drink..."
"I have to. I don't have time!" Bedivere's tone was extremely firm.
"You have already lost half of your liver... If you drink again... you may even lose the other half of your liver..." Tristan squinted his eyes and said, "People don't have livers. Five...
You'll die in minutes...you won't be able to hold on...the moment they come back..."
"Even so, I..."
"No!" The fishman prince interrupted the werewolf, used his last strength to snatch the glass bottle from the werewolf, and threw it out: "Don't die...Beibei..."
Bang! The glass bottle fell to the ground, and the crimson potion spilled all over the floor, never to be found again.
The fishman prince also fell into a coma again due to serious injuries.