Originally they were playing partners together, and Albert thought he knew the people of the Sphinx team very well. But when he saw Hiloma's methods and knew that he would do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, Albert began to realize that he was actually a member of the Sphinx team.
I don't know much about these crazy people in the Sphinx team.
"So... you are gangsters after all." Albert sat on the bench and said quietly while letting Mutt wipe disinfectant on his face.
"Always." Hiloma also sat on the other side of the same bench, drinking a sports drink leisurely: "Do you know the benefits of being a gangster? Many things that cannot be dealt with by normal means can only be dealt with by extraordinary means.
It’s done in the normal way. There are no rules and restrictions, and there is no need for those stupid rules and regulations. We just do what we want to do.”
"You killed someone." Albert whispered.
"We didn't. [The organization] killed people, killed the original referees, and replaced them with second-generation robots. We just exposed the ugliness of that organization. Unless you regard those robots as [human beings]
?"
Hiloma blinked: "I'm sorry about what happened to you, that was not part of the plan. I'm afraid someone thought that everything should be made more realistic, so they added a wound to your face without authorization. I will teach him a lesson when I get back.
A meal for a person."
"No need." Albert rolled his eyes at Hiloma, then suddenly put an arm around Mutt's shoulders and clasped the kitten under his arm: "But promise me. This is what Mutt and I do for you."
This is the last game played by the Finks. I helped you win the championship today. After getting the trophy, we can go our separate ways. The Sphinx is a passable [team in Sandstorm]
] Before, you were criminals, murderers, and dangerous gangsters. Mutt cannot stay in a team like yours."
"Oh, this." Hiloma replied calmly: "It's up to you. Anyway, this is the last game of the Sphinx. From now on, the team will be disbanded, and there will be no more in the world."
No more Sandstorm Sphinxes."
Hearing this, the cat-man boy who was originally sandwiched between the two and had been wondering, finally couldn't help it anymore: "Wait! Are you serious, Captain Hiloma?! The Sphinx team is the Sphinx."
It’s the hard work of Dad Chris? It’s the team that he has been working hard to run because he loves American football? Are you going to disband it if you say it should be disbanded?!”
"Hard work? Hard work? Oh, don't be ridiculous." Hiloma grinned, and then her eyes drifted away, landing on the cloudless blue sky: "Let me tell you clearly. That man, he didn't
Heart. He doesn’t love anyone, he doesn’t love this sport, and he doesn’t even care about winning or losing. His heart died a long time ago. From that day on, he has never set foot on this arena again. He refuses to do this. Regardless of you.
No matter what he did, he couldn't rekindle that man's love for this sport. All he wanted was the reward of this game. If that purple gemstone was set on the World Cup trophy of another sport, for example
For basketball, he will probably spend huge sums of money to form another basketball team to help him win that trophy."
After hearing what Hiloma said, Mutt suddenly had a sad look on his face.
"You're talking nonsense..." the cat boy's voice became more trembling and unclear, and crystal tears welled up in the corners of his eyes involuntarily: "Dad, he obviously praised me... He also obviously praised me because I played well.
Work hard and give me Mr. Morrison* as a reward...!"
(*Note: The so-called "Mr. Morrison" is actually just a teddy bear that Father Sphinx once gave to Mutt. It was later destroyed in a fire.)
"He praised you because you are a sufficient chess piece and can hopefully help him get what he wants." Shiloma said: "This has nothing to do with whether he loves this sport or not, kid."
"No! He must-"
"That's enough!" Albert pressed Mutt down, just like a real tiger pressing a kitten to the ground: "Calm down. It's useless to say this now."
"Ooooooooooooo..." the cat boy purred in a low voice, weeping unwillingly.
"Is what you just said true?" Albert asked Hiloma a little angrily: "Or is this just your personal unfounded conjecture? How well do you know Father Sphinx? I hope
Mr. Loma?"
"God knows." Hiloma still said ambiguously: "Just think that I am talking nonsense. No matter what, you play hard. You still have to win this game. Even if it is not for others, not for Sphinx
Dad Si, you also have to win for yourselves.
There are enough people in this world who use dirty methods to desecrate this sport, and who pretend to love it but are actually indifferent to it. I just hope that you will not become one of them. I hope that you can carry out your own policies until the end.
belief.
Do you really love this sport?
Are you participating in this sport for others or for yourself?
What are you here for, and what are you willing to pay for it?
——I hope you can get the answer by the end of this game."
After saying that, Hiloma stood up from the bench and went to deal with the team's affairs. But Mute stayed on the bench and cried softly, looking like he was in a state of collapse.
Albert couldn't help but shook his head. Can't Siroma not hit the players' minds during the game? What if Mutt collapses so much that he can't play? This is not what the captain should do at all - even if Siroma
Just telling the truth.
Siroma, that big liar, will do whatever it takes to win. And as the captain of the team, he has the obligation to manage the mental state of his players, even if he just uses coaxing and tricking. The former Siroma would definitely do this,
But today he was honest with Mutt. This is really not his style.
However, as if Hiloma had expected this, Mutt only felt depressed for a few seconds before getting up from the bench and wiping away his tears.
"...Are you okay? Will it affect the last game?" Albert asked worriedly.
"No...it's okay." The cat boy gritted his teeth and replied: "We have to win this game. I don't care what Captain Shiloma says, and I don't care whether Father Sphinx really loves this sport. I
I only know that my father praised me for this, and I fell in love with this sport because of it. This is... this is enough."
He slapped his cat's face hard several times to wake himself up: "Well. Anyway, let's set a small goal first and win the championship first."
(Is this a "small" goal?)
Albert then smiled happily. Mutt was stronger than he thought. Much stronger.
At the same time (?), two thousand yards above the city of Aswan.
Dragon Knight Doha pulled the handle, and the mechanical arm of his iron cavalry immediately rotated and folded a terrifyingly long electromagnetic rail gun. The entire iron cavalry hovered here for a long time, always unfolding the holographic optical camouflage on standby, just to achieve what just happened.
That blow.
That blow hit the android referee squarely in the forehead, exposing its truth and its inner ugliness to the world.
Although that blow accidentally grazed Albert's cheek and caused an accidental injury, it had completed its mission well.
but why?
"Why is there a deviation?" Dragon Knight Doha muttered to himself in confusion: "Whether it is the wind direction or the parabola, the results calculated by the system are exactly the same. What exactly is missing? The ballistic trajectory is actually three centimeters off. It's simply
just like……"
It was as if something was operating in Aswan City, distorting the space nearby.
At the same time (?), Novi, in a certain pine forest.
Fine snow fell from the gray sky. After the fierce battle, the sky began to become colder.
"Sorry." Bedivere leaned in front of a campfire to keep warm and shivered.
"It's okay, my friend." Solar was sitting opposite Bediwell. When he saw Bediwell shivering, he also shuddered involuntarily: "Fortunately, I can hold it in."
"I don't need to know this." The werewolf young man covered his face.
"However, I really admire you -" Magic Swordsman Solar continued in a protracted tone: "You actually won by force in such a simple and crude way. I didn't expect it either."
"If you win, you win. What does it mean to win by force?" Bediwell was a little unconvinced: "How about we compete again."
"No need." Solar's eyes fell on the bandage on Bedivere's chest. He knew that the knife wound on Bedivere's back was serious and would not heal easily within a while: "My injury has already been healed."
They are all healed, but your injuries are still there. If we duel again, we cannot ensure the fairness of the competition. That was probably the last time I dueled with others in my life, and the fight was... quite enjoyable. I exhausted myself.
Even though I tried all my skills, I still lost. I have no regrets."
"You are really a strange guy." After bandaging the wound, the werewolf young man put on his shirt: "But since you said so, then the matter is settled. There is one less person pestering me for a duel, so I am happy and relaxed.
."
"Haha." Solar smiled perfunctorily.
"What?" Then even Bediwell, who was not good at observing words and expressions, could see the dissatisfaction on the opponent's face: "I said [no regrets], but there are still regrets in the end, right? This duel is really like that
Is it bad?"
"No, I just-"
"Stop hesitating, just say what you want to say." Bediwell pouted: "You don't mean to say that this duel is unfair, if you can beat me in your prime, or something like that
That's nonsense."
"...In my heyday, I really wouldn't lose." Solar hummed in a low voice: "Except for the influence of ancient dragon scales, I won't lose either. At most, I will be a tie with you."
"Oh?" Bediwell was immediately unconvinced: "Where do you get the confidence?"
"Because your combat style has at least three fatal weaknesses." Solar replied quickly.
The werewolf youth frowned. Although he was very unconvinced, he knew that Solar's words must be well-founded, so he took the time to ask for advice humbly: "Very good. Let's talk about it."
"First of all," the magic swordsman subconsciously scratched his neck and continued: "You carry various powerful artifacts and magic weapons. Most of the weapons on your body have strong defensive capabilities. If you release them all, you can construct
It is almost absolute defense. But because of this, you have become too dependent on the defensive capabilities of the equipment in your hand, and the battle has gradually turned into a stance-style offensive and defensive battle. You seem to take all this for granted, and the enemy
When the attack came, you only focused on defense and never even thought about dodging the attack. If your equipment can defend against the attack, that's fine. But if your equipment just can't prevent the enemy's attack, you will one day be
I will suffer a loss in this matter."
"That makes sense." Bedivere touched his chin.
"If I hadn't turned into this body," Solar touched his shoulder. After drinking the water of the Lake of Agelessness, he turned into this young man, with a much weaker physique: "I was in my heyday.
Maybe I will bring a certain powerful Longwu sword into battle. That sword is quite special, and you will never be able to defend against its attacks. If that happens, I will win this duel."
"I think what you said is true." Bedivere hummed, "Do you have any other questions?"
"Also, the attack of the magic flame whip is also very... average." Solar continued to scratch his neck, and in the middle of speaking, he actually pulled out a small scale, and then a piece of skin under his neck.
He began to bleed. But because the water of the Lake of Agelessness was still in effect, the damage on his neck was quickly repaired, and the bleeding only lasted for a second or two.
Solar threw the translucent scales to the ground and continued: "The attack of the whip is soft, but it is still of little use in actual combat. I can clearly see your attack. I have already finished dodging. Whip
But it hasn't been swept yet. When facing a truly powerful opponent, the whip attack cannot hit anyone. At best, it is just a meaningless sweep of the air."
"Yes, I noticed it too." Bedivere replied: "That's why there is that charged thrust attack."
Solar shook his head: "The charged thrust is not omnipotent. It is just a thrust concentrated on one point. It is easy to dodge. It cannot be compared with a sweeping attack such as a sword. You may be able to use it to attack
Your opponent is caught by surprise, but this surprise attack can only be used once."
"Then what good suggestions do you have?"
"Hmm..." The magic swordsman frowned and fell into thought: "Light saber."
"Lightsaber?"
"Isn't the principle of the lightsaber similar? Confining the torrent of photons in a certain barrier and letting them form the shape of the blade. Why can others use lightsaber technology to create a hard and light blade? Yours
Weapons can’t do that——"
"That should be related to the strength of the barrier." Bediwell looked at the [World Tree Shell] in his hand. The stick-like hilt actually looked similar to the hilt of a lightsaber, but its performance was
But the difference is huge. [The Shell of the World Tree] itself is just a bottomless abyss, which can hide all kinds of things, but it is not a weapon, at least it was not used as a weapon at first. Bediwell let the magic fire
Living in it, when using [World Tree Shell] as a weapon, it is actually just outputting the magic fire. The attack of the "Flame Whip" has nothing to do with [World Tree Shell].
.
"Your [Flame Whip] should be constructed with the power of the magical fire." Solar also saw the principle and analyzed: "It probably also uses some kind of barrier to restrain the flame and construct the whip."
The form is convenient for wielding and attacking. Unfortunately, it is a bit different from a real lightsaber. In other words, the barrier created by the spell fire is not of the same level as the barrier created by the real barrier generator.
……"
Solar pondered: "Can't we install another component like a barrier generator on that stick-like prop?"
"I don't think this is possible. But I will talk to Saifer after I go back, maybe he can do something." Bedivere hummed: "Then, what about the third fatal weakness?"
"The third one?" Solar scratched his neck (picked out another dragon scale) and pretended not to know: "What third one? Don't worry, it was just a slip of the tongue."
"You... Tsk, forget it." Bedivere knew that Solar was pretending, but he didn't intend to pursue the question. Instead, he asked: "My neck is itchy? Dragon scales have grown out? The immortal lake water has grown so quickly.
failed?"
"It's not invalid, it's just that the power of the dragon's blood in my body is too strong and cannot be suppressed by the effect of the lake water alone. In about half a day, my body will be covered with immortal dragon scales again."
"Then drink some more lake water."
"It's useless. The body of the dragon hunter clan can resist toxins, so they probably regard this lake water as a [poison]. The more you drink, the less effective it will be. In the end, it will become completely ineffective. This lake water I
I'd better keep it, maybe I'll have a chance to use it in the future. But even with this lake, I can never go back to the state where I could compete fairly with others..."
The werewolf young man shook his head: "I have seen many people who endlessly long for more powerful power. Guys like you who think you are too invincible are really rare."
"Maybe, my friend." Solar said with a wry smile. There were obvious dragon scales growing under his neck, but he had endured the itch and no longer scratched his neck.
"What are your plans next? Just hang around and wait for death?" Bediwell asked again: "You should go to my ship. There are the world's most advanced medical equipment left by the ancient gods and humans there, and maybe they can help.
You do something."
"I don't have high expectations. However, I really have nowhere to go. It should be said that I have no goals to achieve. Before my deadline comes, I will go with you. Maybe I can
Can you help me a little bit?"
"That's great. Elaine must also——" Bedivere wanted to say that Elaine would be happy, but he suddenly remembered Elaine's current state and did not continue: "Then we——"
"Finally found you, meow!" Their conversation was interrupted by a leopard. Seglade and Saifer rushed out from the exit of the Hall of Heroes on the other side of the cliff. As soon as they met, they said to Bediwell: "Are you there?"
What time are you wasting here, Mr. Bedivere? Don’t you know that the Knights of Great Britain are looking for you all over the world?”
"Looking for me?" The werewolf young man patted his butt and stood up: "What happened?"
"I don't know, they didn't say meow." Seglade continued: "It's just that His Majesty King Arthur issued an emergency call order, asking you to go over to the [Palmidis] immediately to discuss countermeasures with them when you receive the news.
Meow. I’m afraid it’s a very important matter, meow.”
"I understand. Let's set off now," Bedivel said. (To be continued)