Chapter 2962 The morning that never returns (thirty-seven)
Those flying fish-like monsters suddenly woke up under Bedivere's attack and began to run around in the main space. They were enraged and wanted to attack Bedivere and Othello.
"Coming, be careful!" the werewolf youth reminded. He knew that those flying fish could not be hit, but those monsters could attack Bedivere and Othello. This was simply a one-sided beating for them, except for dodging.
There is no other way.
But Bediwell was not completely without a plan. He rushed forward and held up the [Shell of the World Tree], making the light of the magical fire on that artifact extremely conspicuous in the fog, attracting the surrounding enemies.
"I'll attract them, you take care of yourself!" Bedivere shouted, and at the same time, he was enveloped in a large amount of mithril fluid.
Yes, according to Othello, the attack power of those flying fish monsters is actually very low. There is no way to penetrate Othello's armor and hit places protected by armor. At best, they can only cut out some small holes for them in places without armor.
It's just a wound. If it really happened, Bediwell could use mithril fluid to "assemble" a temporary armor on himself, making it impossible for those flying fish to attack.
Mithril fluid covered his whole body, even his tail was covered. Except for the gas mask, which left a little space for sight and breathing, all parts of his body were protected by hard mithril fluid armor.
.These fluids harden to a crystal-like hardness. If they are crushed, they will reliquefy in a very short time and repair themselves into the shape Bediwell wants. Basically, they are indestructible and their defense is invincible.
Picky armor.
The only downside might be that it's too heavy.
Bedivere, who was covered in mithril fluid armor, tried to move his legs and found that his body was unusually heavy. This was within his expectation. After all, he was covered in airtight super-heavy armor. Those flying fish were
Attracted by the brilliance of Bedivere's spell fire, they began to attack the werewolf youth crazily. But their attacks were actually just using their slug-like bodies to quickly pass by Bedivere, trying to shoot at the werewolf youth.
There were cuts one after another. The inexplicable attacks Bedivere suffered before were indeed the fault of these little things.
However, Bediwell, who is now heavily armored, doesn't care about the attacks of the flying fish at all. Their impact may cause a few scratches on the mithril armor, but the armor quickly repairs itself, which is equivalent to no damage.
Hundreds and thousands of flying fish circled around Bedivere, flying around and crashing into each other, but they were completely unable to cause any decent damage to the werewolf youth.
Othello, on the other hand, was crouching and keeping a low profile. He even hid the Luna steel scimitar that Bedivere lent him, trying to prevent its fire from irritating the flying fish. So the flying fish almost
They never attacked Othello, but all circled around Bediwell. In this torrent of gray mist flying fish, Bediwell resisted in heavy armor, while Othello followed the werewolf youth and sneaked all the way, just like this with an extremely slow movement.
Pushing forward at a fast speed. Although the fog made the surrounding vision very poor, Bediwell did not lose his way. He knew that he was walking deeper into the cave. After passing this large cave, the attacks of flying fish would probably slow down.
Come down.
Despite this, it was still very frustrating. There were ding-dong-dong-dong sounds all the time on his body, as if a blacksmith was forging iron. Those sounds were actually the sounds made by the flying fish hitting his armor. Those monsters were unilateral.
Attacking Bedivere, but Bedivere is helpless against them. This is the most uncomfortable thing.
Are the creatures in the abyss really invincible? Do they have no weaknesses? Bedivere thought as he walked with difficulty.
No. That's not right. Although Bediwell's attacks just now were all in vain, those flying fish seemed to have the ability of "virtualization" and could ignore all the attacks of the werewolf youth. But they could not always maintain the "virtual" state. They
At the moment of attacking Bediville, the "virtual" must be released before it is possible to hit Bediville. Otherwise, they will only become phantoms, penetrating directly through the werewolf youth, but unable to attack Bediville.
Will cause no damage.
In other words, at the moment when they are about to hit Bedivere when they attack, they are not invincible. If they want to counterattack, they can only attack at that moment, and the correct timing is probably only one hundredth of a second.
Unless he knew how to use his mind, Bedivere would not be able to predict the enemy's attack in advance. He tried to move his arms and found that his movements were extremely restricted due to the heavy armor. He wanted to launch a quick attack at a certain moment.
, is almost impossible.
---But do you really give up like this? You get beaten unilaterally, but you don't fight back and give the enemy back?
Bedivere thought again and again, and suddenly thought of something.
In fact, things are not that complicated. He already has the weapons that can be used. All he needs to do is to seize the opportunity at that moment and focus on counterattack.
Just at this time, a Gray Mist Flying Fish collided with him head-on. Bedivere saw its movement clearly, and also calculated the moment when it would hit him and launch its attack.
It hit and hit Bedivere's chest. The moment it was about to hit, it scratched a knife wound on the werewolf youth's chest. These monsters may not have any brains. They repeated the same thing hundreds and thousands of times, but they didn't
Knowing that their attacks have no effect on Bedivere.
Bedivere seized the moment of being attacked and turned the mithril armor on his chest into spikes. As a result, the monster could not hold back its momentum as it approached at high speed. It hit the spikes and was killed.
Spikes made of mithril penetrated.
Snap!
Bedivere originally thought it was some kind of flesh-and-blood creature, and hitting the spikes felt like a piece of meat being penetrated. But he guessed wrong again. After hitting the spikes, the thing deflated like a balloon.
When he got angry, it was originally at least the size of a palm, but instantly became less than the size of a wheat grain, fell to the ground with a clatter, and finally disappeared.
And there is no blood, not a drop of blood has flowed through it. It is indeed not a living thing. At least it is not a "creature" that can be understood with common sense in the human world.
"Finally, I killed one." Bedivere muttered, "I may have found a way to deal with these monsters."
"Yes, it seems so." Othello naturally saw everything in his eyes and knew what Bedivere had accomplished: "But there are too many of these creatures and too few flaws. Even if he knows how to deal with them, it is useless."
Bedivere also understands this, but he is not completely helpless. Because he gradually became aware of a fact:
------These gray mist flying fish have no brains.
At a certain moment, Bedivere suddenly caused spikes to grow on the mithril armor all over his body. Because it was so sudden, the flying fish didn't even notice it, and they had already bumped into it.
Then there was a crackling sound, and the gray fog flying fish were killed quickly. They all shrank and disappeared like deflated balloons, turning into small particles and falling to the ground.
They have no brains, and may not even have eyes. They just find Bedivere and Othello by detecting heat energy, etc., and then bump into them without any brains, trying to injure them. The structure and motivation of these creatures are so simple, not so much
A living thing might as well be said to be a part of some kind of mechanism.
Of course, they are not completely without brains and ideas. When the first batch of flying fish collided with Bedivere's spikes and suffered heavy casualties, the other gray mist flying fish suddenly distanced themselves from Bedivere and did not continue to collide with each other.
suffer death.
They know what happened. They are not completely brainless, they may just have low intelligence. Or, these "creatures" are controlled, and something remotely controls their actions from a distance, but there is no way to control them accurately.
I only change my tactics when the situation is unfavorable.
In any case, they have suffered a loss once, and I'm afraid they won't run into Mou Ran again. In this way, Bediville will not be the primary target of the flying fish, and the remaining targets will be...
"Wow, what are you doing?!" Othello was startled when he saw a large amount of mithril fluid pouring towards him.
"I'm protecting you, idiot." Bedivere said, and at this time, Othello's body was wrapped in mithril fluid.
As expected, those gray fog flying fish had already collided with Othello. They probably thought that attacking Bediwell would suffer a loss, so they turned to attack Othello. Fortunately, the mithril fluid arrived in time. The flying fish not only did not hurt the tiger man, but were also wrapped up.
The spikes created by the mithril fluid covering Othello's body stabbed him one by one, and many of them disappeared.
So the monsters dispersed again, taking a wait-and-see attitude in the fog, and did not attack the two of them again.
"Well...you did protect me by doing this, but can you let me go? You mithril makes me unable to move..." Othello complained.
"We'll wait and see," Bedivere said.
"Then at least, can you turn these mithrils into something like armor and wrap it around my body? As long as it allows me to move around on my own..."
"It's difficult." The werewolf youth not only shook his head: "All the actions of this mithril are controlled by my brain waves. To put it simply, they will become whatever shape I want them to be."
"But their shapes don't change with my thoughts. Even if they turn into armor and wrap themselves around me, I can't control their actions myself?"
"That's it, I'm sorry." Bedivere made a mithril flow channel to reduce the friction on the ground. He moved Othello, who was covered in mithril fluid, onto the flow channel, and then dragged it forward.
...It felt like he was tying up Othello and dragging him forward. It felt like a human trafficker transporting slaves.
"Well, this is a bit embarrassing," Othello complained again.
"Don't be too particular about it. Leave this damn cave first." The werewolf young man replied.
"I have legs and can walk on my own!" Othello said angrily.
"You can expose your legs and walk by yourself, and then wait to be cut by those monsters."
"Ouch...!" The tiger man grunted dissatisfiedly.
"So, what are you doing? Is this some kind of game?" A voice said. With that sound, an armored man covered in metal skeleton came out of the fog. This scary-looking guy came from