"As expected, is that so?" Bedivere hummed, his face already becoming extremely gloomy: "It is true that turning into white mist is a unique ability of you Jotun giants. Using that white mist was not for you and me from the beginning.
Is the fight just to snatch Queeg's body?"
He stood up slowly.
"Self-righteous and selfish. Blindly asking for, not knowing how to give."
He walked up to the giant Jotun (Queg).
"You ancient races are all like this. You shamelessly squeeze out everything you can. It makes me want to vomit!"
His words trembled with anger.
"Get out of Queeg's body, you old man!"
"Ha, it's not that easy." Jotun Giant sneered: "I like this kid very much. He said he didn't want it, but he took the initiative to accept the violation. He said he loved his lover, but he killed the one he loved with his own hands. He
This extremely contradictory existence is the most suitable to be a sacrifice for my resurrection. I will not simply let him go!"
"He is just a short-lived ghost. Even if he lives carefully, he will only live for one or two hundred years, and at most he can live to three or four hundred years old." Bediwell said: "Compared to you old people who can live tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
Thing, his body is nothing, right?
I can prepare a better mechanical body for you. I can also find a compromise to allow you to continue to live. But please get out of Queeg's body! He is someone else's brother, and his brother is still waiting to meet him.
The family is reunited! Do you want to break them up?"
"Yes." The Jotun giant replied maliciously, "Because it's more interesting."
At this time, Bediwell finally understood that the Jotun giant in front of him was just a collection of malicious intentions. The old guy had lived for too long and had become twisted and crazy. He was an existence like an evil spirit. Bediwell could vaguely see
The vision he saw was of a huge Jotun giant, like a greedy beast, biting into the little meat of Queeg and refusing to let go.
——You can never reason with a hungry beast.
"The negotiation broke down." Bediwell gave the Jotun giant a hard slap in the face: "Go to sleep, old thing!"
That blow hit Queeg on the face, directly swollen the cat face of the Leopard Man youth. Although the Jotun giant invaded Queeg's body, Queeg's body was still a fragile body of flesh and blood, and it was natural that he was severely injured.
Will faint. The noisy Jotun giant finally calmed down a little.
Bedivere knew that this was Queeg's body, but he did not show mercy. He quickly sealed the mouth of the Jotun Giant again with a piece of cloth to prevent this guy from chanting any weird spells. Then he
Turn around and leave, locking the door to the room.
"The situation is not good." Outside the door, Palamedes, who had heard everything, said: "What are you going to do, little Bedi? You can't keep little Queeg's body here forever, can you?"
"I will think of a way." Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief, and then calmed down from his anger: "[The Magic Mirror of Recall - Leatherfield] can no longer be used. But there must be... there is something else.
Replacement. We just have to find the one..."
"Try the spell." A voice suddenly said. At some point, Lawrence had returned to the Dawn.
"Is the spell useful?" The werewolf young man asked his spell teacher: "Isn't that a spell that can cast a spell on someone and order them to act? Why would it be useful to the Jotun giant?"
"Of course it works." Lawrence said: "Queg is still in his body, but now his body is just taken over by another person's consciousness, right?"
Bedivere nodded.
"Then things will be simple," said the young conjurer: "Wouldn't it be great to use our spells to awaken Queeg's consciousness in that body and let him take the initiative to drive out the consciousness that has taken over his body?
"
Bedivere's eyes widened. This approach seemed to be not much different from using the [Magic Mirror of Recollection] to enter the opponent's subconscious to awaken the true body.
Can spells actually do such a thing?
"Come on, I'll help too, boss." Lawrence patted Bedivere on the shoulder: "Go and rest first, keep your spirits up to the fullest. Let's start again when you're ready. The two of us plus Queeg's body
He, the three of us together, will definitely be able to drive away those Jotun giants."
Bedivere was stunned for half a second. Lawrence was often unreliable, but Bedivere felt that his proposal this time was relatively reliable.
"What if it fails?" Bedivere asked just to be on the safe side.
"Nothing will be lost. We are magicians. We only cast spells on others. If we fail, the other party can't curse us in turn." Lawrence said: "The two of us are absolutely safe. There is no such thing as Quieg."
Definitely. Maybe... the more times he fails, the harder it will be for him to be awakened. People who are often cursed will gradually become immune to the curse."
"Understood." The werewolf youth nodded: "Let's make preparations now, and then do it. We have to fight to save Queeg once."
"Very good," Lawrence sniffed his shirt subconsciously. He had just gone outside and was already smelling of sweat. "Let's go take a shower and sleep to recuperate. Do you want to wash up together?"
Boss?"
"As long as you don't ask me to go to bed with you, it'll be fine," Bedivere said half-jokingly.
"Of course we have to sleep together. It can enhance the relationship between spellcasters and increase the synchronization rate of casting spells!" Lawrence grinned.
"...Are you serious?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Ah ha ha ha, you're kidding." The guy walked towards the bathhouse carelessly.
"I really envy you magicians." Paramedis who was present looked at Bedivere with a funny face: "How about I also get a magic fire for fun?"
"Don't." said the werewolf young man: "That thing will drain you dry. In every sense."
At the same time, Cairo's First National General Hospital, Intensive Care Department.
"Is there anything else you need?" After taking care of everything, Shiloma asked. Wearing a medical mask, his words were a bit slurred.
"No." Leoport, who was lying on the bed, was already very weak. He was wearing an oxygen mask and spoke more vaguely: "Next... I just need to hold on until Sister Xue Rui comes..."
"I think so." Hiloma replied calmly.
"It would be better if Elaine could come..." Leoport whispered: "I don't know where he is now..."
"He seems to have encountered something. Don't have too high expectations for him." Hiloma said: "Anyway, you should have a good rest and maintain your strength. You can hold on for a while. Maybe a miracle will happen."
"Hahaha..." the lion boy said with a bitter smile. He knew that Shiloma was just talking nonsense.
"I'm going to go out and take a breath first. I'll see you later." Shiloma said again, planning to leave the ward.
"Hiloma..." Leo called the tiger man young man: "I'm sorry."
"What?"
"We can't go drinking together as promised."
"Is that that kind of thing?" Hiloma smiled lightly: "Don't take it to heart. You have given me enough. If I hadn't met you, I'd probably still be living a life that I thought was very smart, with nothing to show for it.
Live with meaning. Do you know? After meeting you, my life became colorful for the first time.
In order to leave the academy, I asked them to remove part of my brain lobes, and even allowed them to use electric current to destroy part of my brain nerves. My original IQ was over 500, but now my IQ is less than a quarter of its original value.
I became stupid, but I never regretted it. The days when I was fooling around with you little fools were the happiest days in my life. Those who think they are smart will never understand."
"Really..." Leo smiled and said, "I'm glad you think so."
Hiloma took off his mask, as if he was being stupid on purpose. He stuck out his tongue and made a face, then turned and left: "Good night, my forever friend."
In the corridor of the hospital, Hiloma took out a cigarette, leaned towards the window and started puffing away.
"You know, smoking is harmful to health." A voice said: "Can a smart person like you commit such stupidity?"
"Father." Hiloma turned his head and looked at the jackal Seth, who was covered in injuries and had one of his arms disabled. He couldn't help but grinned: "Hey, you look really embarrassed? Your arm hasn't regenerated smoothly yet?"
"That's a Star Destroyer-level photon heavy cannon. If it really breaks down, it can blow up the entire stadium." Jackal Seth replied: "If I hadn't opened the protective shield in time, all of you would have turned into ashes."
."
"Really, then I really have to thank you." Hiloma's words were full of sarcasm.
"Come back with me, Dima." Seth changed the subject, "You have made enough fools, there is no reason to stay here. With the destruction of [The Eye of the Deep], Osiris's plan also went bankrupt.
Then I will find him pretending to be dead and kill him again. If you are still standing next to him at that time, I will have to kill you too. Don't force me to make this choice, my son."
"Really? It's your big principles again." Siroma exhaled a cloud of smoke: "Do you know the number of casualties in the stadium today, Father? Among the guards guarding the trophy, three died and two were injured, and one of them was injured.
My legs are gone and I am permanently disabled. You said you deployed the protective shield in time to protect everyone; but you actually failed to protect the five innocent guards closest to the center of the attack."
"That is inevitable, it is already the minimum casualty." The Jackal replied: "If your plan succeeds, hundreds of millions of people will die. In comparison, a mere five people -
"
"Merely?" Hiloma smiled with hostility: "The weight of life is measured by quantity. That's fine. It's useless to tell you more. You haven't changed at all since before, father."
Seth frowned.
"My father is immortal, so naturally he doesn't care about the five ant-like lives beside him. You say you are for the world, and you say you want to save as many lives as possible with the minimum sacrifice. But all this is
Empty words, as long as you are still immortal, you will not feel the weight of life.
Do you know how Daddy Sphinx is different from you?
He is a stupid gambler, and his gambling skills are beyond imagination. If he puts all his lives on both ends of the scale, he can't tell who is lighter and who is heavier. Therefore, he will give priority to his life as a
The first chip is put in first.
——He will choose to sacrifice himself first before sacrificing others.
You who have an immortal body will never be able to understand this reserve that only belongs to mortals."
"Really?" Seth put down the bouquet in his hand, "In that case, there is nothing more to say. Give this flower to that boy for me. He defeated me, and I pay my highest respect to him. Today I
Let’s go back now. The next time we meet, we will be enemies fighting each other.”
"Have a good journey, father." Hiloma picked up the bouquet left by Set, the jackal, and watched the god-like man go away.
After Seth walked away, Hiloma also checked whether there was a bug hidden in the bouquet before holding the flowers in her arms. At this time, the snow lion Sherrichard also arrived at the hospital.
"Is that person who just passed by the door of the hospital Seth?" the snow lion girl asked: "He didn't come to trouble you, did he?"
"No." Tigerman Siroma replied briefly: "He was testing me. But he knew nothing about our plan, otherwise there would be no need to test like this. Instead, he went straight to kill me. Don't worry, everything
Everything will go smoothly, sister."
"I hope so." Sherrichard sighed, put on a mask, and walked into the ward of the intensive care unit. (To be continued)