Chapter 1235 Rest and Reconciliation in Silent Night (12)
More than a month ago, Bediwell was on a cargo ship bound for Great Britain. He was lucky enough to see the "Ice Crystal" diving at the interface between subspace and reality. It rose from the "sea surface" of subspace, only revealing the ship.
A small part of the body looks like a mirage floating in mid-air, weird and illusory.
At that time, Bedivere only thought that the Ice Crystal was submersing in subspace, but he never thought that the "subspace" where the Ice Crystal was used to submerge turned out to be the "mirror world" that werewolves are most familiar with!
That is exactly the [world] owned by Bedivere's best friend, Rabbit Ryder! A secret world that can only be opened by the artifact [The Ring of Time and Space---Andrew Lalotte] carried by Rabbit Ryder.
!------However, Ryder should have died in the last battle seven years ago. Why is [The Ring of Time and Space] still operating?
Suddenly enlightened, Bedivere began to exclaim uncontrollably: "Why was Ryder's [Mirror World] used in this ship's subspace navigation technology? What did you do to Ryder?!"
Haha. Bedivere could clearly hear a strange noise. He finally understood the source of the sound and realized that it was the sound made by Ivan clenching his fist hard.
"Stop talking nonsense and climb up." The half-dragon young man did not answer the werewolf's question. Instead, he ordered in a tough tone: "Unless you want me to shoot you here and then take your body for an autopsy."
Bedivere rolled his eyes at Ivan to express his dissatisfaction--although it was a powerless dissatisfaction. Unable to resist, he had no choice but to climb up the ladder and soon reached the tactical deck of the battleship.
"Immediately carry out dimensional ascent, ten yards horizontally." Acting Captain Nassandra Na, who followed closely behind, ordered through the intercom.
The battleship immediately surfaced from the "water" and appeared in reality. Once he returned to the real space, Bedivere felt suddenly enlightened. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in front of Bedivere. At this moment, the sun had not actually set in Great Britain, and the whole world was a blur.
Bright. Attenborough, the base of the Knights of the West in the distance, looks particularly majestic in this bright light.
"Wow," the werewolf glanced at his feet and couldn't help but carefully step back half a step. The Ice Crystal was anchored on the sea outside Attenborough. The tactical deck where Bediwell was located was at least thirty yards away from the sea. If he fell,
This is no joke: "So, how should we get down?"
"Jump down, of course." Ivan replied from behind Bediwell, and the coldness between the lines was simply chilling.
"But I can't swim------!" Before Bediwell could protest, the werewolf already felt a heavy kick on his butt: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa------""
----!＂
Plop! The werewolf fell into the water magnificently after a feeling of weightlessness, causing a huge splash on the sea.
"Go and pick up that idiot, don't let him really drown." Ivan ordered.
"Yes." Nassandrana gracefully jumped into the water and began to rescue the landlubber paddling crazily on the sea. Ivan also kicked his legs hard, jumped out from the tactical deck, and landed lightly
On the cliffs on the opposite coast.
At the same time, Egypt, in the underground of the Cairo Casino, in the [Dark Arena].
The tiger man in charge of leading the team, Captain Shiloma, drew on the whiteboard with an oil-based pen in his hand and explained the rules of the game to Albert.
"Dark American football is easier to understand than ordinary American football. It is more free and almost unrestricted by rules." The tiger man Shiloma thrust a bracelet in front of Albert: "In addition to not being able to cut with weapons,
Except for magic bombing, all other attack methods can be used. Punches and kicks are all without exception. This is more of a fighting skill than a sport."
"Uh." Albert frowned. Tiger had long heard that American football was the most barbaric sport in the world, but he didn't expect that dark American football was more barbaric than ordinary American football.
"This is a magic bracelet, prepared to prevent contestants from using magic to cheat." Hiloma glanced at Albert's left arm: "I know you are already wearing one, but for the sake of fairness
, you have to wear this one, at least during the game."
"Okay." Albert put on the demon-sealing bracelet on his right wrist without much thought. The demon-sealing bracelet used in football matches is very different from the bracelet in Great Britain. It is much heavier and does not feel comfortable to wear.
Great Britain's Demonic Bracelet is so comfortable.
"Then------" Hiloma grabbed Albert's arm again and said: "Although you can punch and kick your opponent, I advise you not to do so. The armors everyone wears are very
Excellent, ordinary fists will not work at all. If you punch someone, you will be injured instead. ------If you have to take action when you have no other choice, just use your palm."
"Put out... palm?"
"It's not to hurt or defeat the opponent, but to use your palms to push the opponent's center of gravity to make the opponent lose balance and fall. This way you have an opportunity to better pass through the opponent's obstruction." The tiger man shrugged
Shrugging: "However, that is a very advanced skill, and you don't need to learn it yet. If your opponent rushes to grab the ball, the best way is to hold the ball tightly and don't let the opponent take it away. Even if you are blocked by a wall
It doesn't matter if we fall to the ground. As long as the ball in our hands is not taken away, the right to attack is still in our hands and we can continue to attack."
"Until you reach the opponent's bottom line?"
"Until you reach the opponent's bottom line." Hiloma nodded again: "But you can't keep falling to the ground. Before four consecutive offensive opportunities are used up, you must advance at least ten yards to keep possession of the ball.
.When you successfully advance ten yards in four offensive opportunities, you will get a first down right and regain four other offensive opportunities."
Albert nodded: "I understand. Anyway, just try to advance ten yards before falling down four times in a row. Then you will get four more opportunities and try to advance ten yards again. This cycle continues until
Until we reach the enemy's bottom line."
The tiger man nodded approvingly: "If you succeed, it will be a touchdown and you can get six points. There will be a bonus game after that, either kick the ball into the opponent's goal by kicking the ball, which will get one point; or use
If you rush into the opponent's bottom line in the form of a touchdown, you can score two points. In other words, you can score up to eight points in one offensive right."
Hiloma turned around and glanced at the scoreboard: "21 to 35, our team is still fourteen points behind, and we need at least two touchdowns to reverse the disadvantage. But the actual situation is even worse, because our offensive and defensive lines can't stop it.
The Giants' offense, we're going to give up more points on their offensive possessions."
"Can't stop meow?" Albert glanced at the teammates around him and frowned. The orcs were all strong and muscular, and their arms were all much thicker than Albert's.
Such a strong team can't stop the opponent's offensive? Are you kidding me?
"It's really impossible to stop it." Captain Siroma smiled bitterly and pointed to the stands opposite the stadium: "Because it's the Guinea Giants."
Albert looked over and realized how bad things were.
The enemy team is a bunch of monsters.
Every member of the [Guinea Giants] is a pure-blooded giant. Even if the shrinking technique is used to suppress the height of the giants within the allowable range, each member of the opponent is still over ten feet tall!!
Oh my god. When fighting against such monsters, no wonder the score is hugely behind! All members of Daddy Sphinx’s [Sandstorm Sphinx Team] are composed of orcs, and the tallest Khajiit is only six or seven.
About 20 feet, much shorter than the opponent!! What should they use to compete with those giants?!
"Isn't this a foul?" Albert exclaimed: "The other party is obviously not a human being?!"
"This is dark American football, so there are no hard and fast rules not to allow giants to participate." A Leopard man said: "Today's situation is not the most desperate. We have fought against a large group of hill trolls.
Those mindless trolls only know how to run rampant and insult the game."
Albert turned his head and looked, and the person speaking was the Leopard Man Phileos. He was already wearing a team uniform and came to the lounge.
"Uh, Uncle Phileos is also coming to participate in the competition?"
"Of course. Today's situation is more critical." Leopard Man Phileos glared at the group of orcs present: "You guys are too shameful. You actually lost to the mere Giants by fourteen points! You will have to go back when you go back."
Train you well!"
"But, that one has a poor physique..." a sturdy leopard man in the team said aggrievedly.
"They're all excuses. Physical differences don't matter at all." Phileos said in a cold tone: "Bite your teeth and get on the ground. Even if you die, you have to hold on to this last fourteen-point gap. We can't let them get into the half-finals again."
A ball!!"
"Oh...oh!!" The team members were inspired by Phileos' words and began to cheer up. At the same time, the whistle for the second half also sounded.
Albert was just about to come out, but Captain Hiloma stopped him: "What are you going up for? It's the opponent's attack round now."
"Uh, I don't need to play, meow?"
"No need for now, reserve your energy. Wait until our attack round, and then we will surprise those giants." The tiger man Shiloma took advantage of the situation and shouted: "Guys on the offensive and defensive lines, grit your teeth and hold on.
! You must disintegrate the giants’ attack so that they don’t get a single point!! This is your last chance. The loser will cut off his fingers, cut off his tongue, and then go to hell!!
"
"Oh, oh oh oh oh!!------" The orcs who came on stage shouted in agreement, their morale was high. These guys are all underworld members, and they know that they must not lose this game. If they lose
If they go back, they will definitely be severely punished by their boss------Daddy Sphinx------!
Accompanied by the boiling hustle and bustle of the whole stadium, an absolutely unbeatable competition was staged in front of Albert's eyes.