Chapter 2961 The morning that will never return (thirty-six)
Under the protection of mithril, the two carefully walked through the cave flowing with acid rain and walked deeper into the cave.
"The reinforcements coming from behind will probably be melted by the acid rain in this cave, right?" Othello asked worriedly.
"They can take care of themselves, don't worry." Bedivere said, while using the communicator to report the situation in the cave intermittently to King Arthur. However, as they went deeper, the signal became worse and worse, and the call was full of electronic signals.
There was a lot of noise and normal communication was almost impossible. Bediwell could only talk in short stories and explain what happened in the cave as simply as possible.
"Is it another large cave..." Othello, who took the lead, walked through a cave corridor about thirty feet long and came to another cave. This cave was much wider than the previous one.
You can't even see the end of it, but it looks like it can accommodate at least a thousand people.
In such a large cave, they can fight enemies as much as they want without being constrained by space. But at the same time, this also means that there may be a large number of enemies ambushing them in such a place.
Those inexplicable monsters in the fog just now should also appear here, right?
"What do you think of those monsters just now?" Bedivere asked Othello warily before stepping into the vast cave.
"I don't see it very much...or I don't know how to see it." The tiger man replied: "I always get hit inexplicably, and I don't even know how I got hurt."
"And the automatic defense ability of the whip is ineffective, which is very strange." Bedivere muttered: "What should I do if I encounter that kind of monster again..."
"Take it one step at a time." Othello boldly took a step forward: "Standing still will not help. The longer the time drags on, the more victims there will be, right?"
"...You are right." The werewolf young man said gloomily and took a step forward.
"By the way, armor." Othello said suddenly.
"armor?"
"When I was attacked by those fog monsters just now, the parts of my body that were not protected by armor were cut repeatedly, but the parts protected by armor were not damaged. Maybe you can refer to this."
"Even if you say so, it's unrealistic for me to find a heavy armor to wear on my body now..." Bedivere suddenly stopped the conversation mid-sentence because he thought of something.
At this time, another incident suddenly occurred in the cave where the two of them set foot.
Something is coming out of the ground. No, it's coming out of everywhere, including the top of the cave.
The gray-white objects seemed to be flower buds, and upon closer inspection, they looked like some kind of granulation. They began to "bloom" slightly, and then spewed out a subtle but real mist around them. The mist spewed by each gray granulation did not
There aren't many, but there are so many of them that they occupy almost every part of the entire cave, and the gray mist they spit naturally spreads quickly.
Seeing this scene, Bediwell understood instantly. This place is the origin of the gray fog. The gray fog that pervades the entire Romani territory probably came from this cave, or other similar caves in the gray rock.
inside, gushing out.
They thought it was a smart move to take refuge in the cave, but in fact they went deep into the enemy's trap.
"Put this on." Othello, the tiger man, took something out of the storage pocket of his tactical belt and handed it over.
Bediwell took it and took a look. It turned out to be a gas mask. And it was a full-coverage gas mask. Even the eyes would be covered by transparent bulletproof glass after wearing it. While the mask covers the entire face, it will also greatly limit the field of vision.
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"At this point, is it useful to wear something like this?" Bedivere said depressedly, looking at the gradually spreading smoke.
"I have a hypothesis, but I don't know if it is true. The smoke may have some kind of hallucinogenic component, allowing us who inhale the smoke to see what we shouldn't see, but not what we should see." Othello said: "So, at least
Use a gas mask to block it. Maybe this is the breakthrough."
Othello's hypothesis is almost the same as Academician Zuster's. But Bedivere doubted this hypothesis from the beginning.
"That's fine." But he really couldn't think of a better way to get rid of the inexplicable smoke attack, so he had to follow Othello's plan for the time being.
Although the gas mask blocks vision and is indeed inconvenient, their vision has been deceived by the smoke from the beginning, and it doesn't make much difference whether they wear the mask or not. In this case, wearing it is still slightly better than not wearing it.
The werewolf youth quickly put on the mask. He originally thought that the shape of the mask did not match his wolf mouth, and it would be difficult to put it on. But there was indeed some kind of subspace magic inside the mask. As long as it was put on his face, it would fit naturally.
Bedivere's face shape (or Bedivere's face automatically fits the shape of the mask).
Bedivere remembered that Great Britain's knight armor also had similar technology. Knight armor was mass-produced, and most knights wore armor with the same body shape. But because there was subspace magic inside the armor to assist, no matter how tall or thin the knights were,
It can fit perfectly even when put into armor. Only a small number of very tall knights will specially customize their own burly armor because they are worried that the size of the armor is too different from their body size and will affect their normal actions.
------But those who can do this are generally knights with Golden Knight status or above, because custom-made armor requires knights to pay for it themselves. The cost of a specially customized set of armor is said to be astronomical.
"By the way, there is a button on the right side of the mask that can turn on the infrared heat detector." Othello also put on a mask. After his tiger face was put into the gas mask, he looked a little funny: "I don't know if it will work."
Anyway, let’s open it first.”
"Got it." Bedivere replied vaguely, the gas mask making his voice muddy.
When he turned on the heat detector, the surrounding fog became more and more diffuse. Because the fog spread and accumulated in a place with limited space like a cave, the visibility was getting lower and lower, probably less than ten yards. Bediwell could see no more
The Othello beside him is already at his limit.
Those monsters in the fog haven't appeared yet. But it's probably only a matter of time before they appear.
"Answer me honestly," Bediwell said a little unhappy, "the technology of this gas mask is not the technology that the Orc Alliance should have. Where did you get the equipment?"
"Ha... Do you look down on the Orcs Alliance so much?" Othello chuckled, his voice coming through the gas mask, sounding slightly mocking: "But you are right, some equipment comes from Great Britain.
Military aid."
"Great Britain is helping you? Really?"
"It's probably a cooperative relationship. I don't know the details. I'm just a small field commander. It's impossible to know what the big shots above think." Othello replied.
"You just appeared with His Majesty King Arthur, riding in the same boat..." Bedivere muttered in a low voice. He thought Othello was some special big shot.
"That's just because... I was the survivor of the kidnapping in Lviv. And everyone else was kidnapped." Othello replied: "So there are only two people on Skid Plattney's Ark.
His Majesty King Arthur and I."
"I understand. I'll ask about the reason later." Bediwell saw some movement in the fog, and quickly stopped chatting: "It's coming, be careful!"
When the concentration of the fog reaches a certain level, some translucent shadows begin to form in the fog.
Just like before, these weird fog monsters looked like various monsters in Bedivere's eyes. And he bet that in Othello's eyes, these monsters must also look like the Cyclops he described before.
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Sure enough, it had nothing to do with whether or not the fog was inhaled. Those things just appeared out of thin air in the fog, and even a gas mask couldn't stop them.
However, the infrared heat detector of the gas mask helped a lot, and Bedivere saw things he had not been able to see before.
Some red flying fish swimming in the mist.
Flying fish... This term seems a bit strange. But it is indeed the word that came to Bediwell's mind the moment he saw those things. In fact, those things are not so much "fish" as
They are said to be slug-like things. They swim freely in the air and in the mist, and change their shapes, but their size basically remains the same, about as big as a palm, and most of the time they are flat.
"Did you see it?" Bedivere asked.
"Ah, I saw it." Othello replied: "Is this the true face of the monster in the fog?"
Bedivere thought of the various wounds that had been cut on his body just now. The wounds were very shallow, as if they had been cut by a very dull knife. Then comparing the size of the "flying fish" in front of them, it was almost certain that these were invisible in the fog.
"Flying Fish" was the culprit who injured them before.
Therefore, those "fog monsters" with uncertain shapes are all illusions, and what is really attacking them are actually these little flying fish-like things.
You must tell Arthur and the others about this.
"Can you hear me, Your Majesty? Arthur?" Bedivere tried to contact the Dawn and Skid Plattney's Ark, but they went deep into the cave and the communication system was completely unusable.
"Do you want to go back?" Othello held his sword on guard, "Tell the people on the ship this important information first?"
"No, it's too late to go back now." Bedivere picked up the weapon and used mithril fluid to create countless spiral spikes in mid-air: "Fight these monsters first. Wait for reinforcements to arrive, and then share this information with you."
Tell them and ask one of them to go back to the cave entrance to report."
It has been more than ten minutes since they arrived at the gray rock platform. It stands to reason that two of the crew members on the Dawn should have reached the surface of the gray rock platform. They may also be fighting against the mysterious shadows in the fog. Although they touch
They are clueless and don't know that it is these "flying fish" that are actually attacking them, but Bediwell's crew must have headed towards the cave according to the road signs left by the werewolf youth. Eliminate them as much as possible here."
"Flying Fish", it would be wise to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
At least, that's what he planned. How the plan is actually implemented is another matter.
With a wave of his hand, those mithril spiral cones roared out like a storm, hitting the flying fish. Bedivere wanted to take a preemptive strike and eliminate as many of these monsters as possible before the flying fish found them and launched an attack.
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However, his plan failed again.
The mithril spiral cone that was shot out could not hit anything at all. The trajectory of the attack was correct, but the cone passed directly through the red flying fish like penetrating the air, and all attacks were ineffective!
"Hey, are you kidding me? Are these monsters still invincible?!" Bedivere couldn't help complaining, angrily.