Chapter 2963 The morning that never returns (thirty-eight)
"Nat." Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, Bedivere was happier than anyone else: "It's finally here. Did you encounter any trouble on the way?"
"If you mean those little invisible things that tickle me along the way, they're not a problem." Fire Gunner Nat replied.
Indeed, Bedivere looked at Nat's hard metal frame. Those flying fish with low attack power were impossible to cause harm to Nat. They probably caused scratches on the ridiculously hard metal frame.
Neither is possible.
"Speaking of which...can you see it?" Bedivere asked again.
"Ah, we were attacked by those monsters when we first landed. Then we immediately noticed that the monster's attack was inconsistent with the actual damage trajectory, so I switched my field of view to infrared thermal imaging." Nat replied:
"I still have this level of functionality."
(It is a high-tech artificial human after all.)
"This is all thanks to the information you reported to the Dawn, little furball." Another figure came out of the fog. It was the gladiator Bereld wearing a suit of heavy armor. This guy got a suit from somewhere.
The heavy armor that covered his whole body, even his head, was covered tightly, leaving only the small slits for his eyes to see------In fact, his heavy armor helmet even had extra camera devices on both sides, so inside the helmet
Bereld may not be relying on that small slit to see things outside the helmet.
"Bald man." Bedivere looked at the smooth helmet shape and suddenly complained.
"You're bald!" Bereld also complained: "Isn't this a helmet? Why are you bald?"
"No. This bare helmet does look like a bald man from a distance. So it's a bald man wearing a bald man's helmet." Bedivere said jokingly.
"It's so noisy!" Bereld said angrily.
"You have such a good relationship," Othello added.
"Hehehe..." Bedivere laughed a few times with deep meaning, "Forget about gossiping, since you are here too, it's time to find a way to solve the situation in front of you."
"It's quite annoying." While they were talking, there were already many gray mist flying fish hitting Nat and Bereld back and forth, probably because they thought those two were easier to bully. Although they couldn't help the gunman.
The hard vibranium frame and Bereld's heavy armor caused a lot of damage, but they were just as annoying as flies as they were bumping around.
"Normally, you can't attack them," Bedivere then reminded, "but they will release their virtual form the moment they launch an attack, and you can attack them at that moment."
"In that case, why don't you do this?"
"I tried and killed a lot of flying fish monsters, but after they suffered losses, they stopped targeting me." Bedivere said, "So it's up to you guys."
"I have an idea." Nat said, and then fiddled with a device on his arm, and several balloons were ejected from the device. The shape of the balloons was somewhat similar to Nat himself, although it couldn't be seen in person.
It may look fake, but these silly flying fish may be fooled by Nat's balloon dummy.
"That's it...?" Bedivere frowned, how effective can a mere balloon dummy be?
But Nat still had his own idea. He let the balloons disperse, and they quickly attracted the attention of the flying fish. The monsters began to target the balloons and hit them. However, the moment they hit, some kind of
The blue electric light burst out, causing the flying fish to fall to the ground.
"So that's it." Bedivere hummed. A charged dummy. The idea is actually the same as Bedivere's previous spike trap. Bedivere created spikes on the surface of the mithril fluid armor to make the gray mist fly fish.
They crashed into them and died; Nat used more advanced dummies and electric shocks to make the flying fish fall into their own traps.
A large number of flying fish were electrocuted, shrunk to the size of a grain of wheat, and then smoked and fell to the ground. Nat also took advantage of the situation to explode the released balloon dummies. Only then did Bediwell see the dummies clearly.
The human is made of some kind of thin film that is similar to aluminum foil but has rubber-like elasticity. This may also be a kind of memory metal, and it can conduct electricity. The high-voltage electricity is provided from the device on Nat's arm.
Because the balloon dummy that was released was connected to a slender and imperceptible metal wire at the end.
Different from the previous encounter in Bedivere, those flying fish did not stop after suffering a loss. When Nat released several other balloon dummies, they crashed into them again without fear of death and were electrocuted to death. In the fog
A large number of flying fish began to die, which had never happened before.
"So, they are just wild beasts after all, with low intelligence and inability to adapt." Nat said, seeming to have seen through the characteristics of the Gray Mist Flying Fish.
"I'm very curious." While Nat was focusing on dealing with (trapping) the Gray Mist Flying Fish, Bereld came over and said to the werewolf youth: "What are those bud-like things on the ground used for? They seem to be releasing
This fog?"
"Yes, and after they released the fog, the monsters in the fog began to appear." Bedivere replied.
"I wonder what will happen next if we destroy this bud." the gladiator asked, looking very curious.
"If you want to try it, I won't stop you." The werewolf young man replied. When he broke into the cave, he trampled on many of these flower buds (or granules), but they were only damaged and then separated.
It repaired itself in a few seconds and continued to spit out gray mist. Bediwell thought that this kind of spray should be part of the scene, and there was no way to eliminate it.
unless------
Bereld actually took out a *****. This is not in line with his image at all.
Bediwell had always thought that Bereld was the kind of tough guy who would bare his upper body during a fight and rush towards the enemy to fight hand-to-hand. As a result, Bereld was now wearing heavy armor and holding a gun in his hand.
*, completely different from his previous image.
"Set fire in the cave? Are you serious?" the werewolf young man complained.
"The people here are all wrapped tightly in heavy armor. They shouldn't be afraid of the spread of fire, right?" the gladiator said half-jokingly.
"No, there is one here who is not wrapped up tightly." So Othello hummed. If the fire spreads, he will probably be the first to suffer.
"You have the nerve to say that." The gladiator looked at Othello who was "tied up" by a large ball of mithril fluid crystals, "The one who is most tightly wrapped here is you, little fur ball."
"...Does he call any orc a furball?" Othello turned and looked at Bedivere.
"He has a bad mouth, don't worry about him."
"Then let me get started." Bereld did not ask for permission from anyone else, so he used ***** to burn the flower buds on the ground.
The attack was effective. The flower buds were quickly burned in the scorching heat of the flames, and a large area was burned. Moreover, no new gray mist flower buds continued to grow on the ground that was scorched black by the high heat.
The fire did not spread. These bud-like things were not plants. They did not cause fire. When burned, they just turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.
"It seems to be really effective." Bediwell hummed: "Very good, keep burning."
"Well," the big man actually took out another gun from the pocket on his waist and began to sweep across with both weapons, burning large areas.
Bediwell also followed suit and took out the flame rosin and applied it on the tungsten turtle tongue whip, letting the whip sweep across and ignite the flower buds within the range. They quickly cleared a space without flower buds around them, a small piece of scorched earth.
Since the gray mist was ejected from the flower buds, no more flower buds appeared in the scorched space, and the concentration of the gray mist in that part also dropped. A wonderful thing happened. When the concentration of the gray mist was as low as
At a certain point, those annoying flying fish suddenly expanded into balls, exploded, and turned into countless small, invisible pieces scattered all over the floor.
Therefore, those flying fish monsters are creatures that must survive in the dense fog. They will die if they are separated from the gray fog. Bedivere came to this conclusion instantly.
"Understood. If that's the case------" The werewolf young man put away the mithril fluid that trapped Othello, because there were no flying fish attacking them around for the time being. And he also turned the magic fire into red,
That is the state when it purely controls the flame.
"Eat my move!" The fire of the spell conjured a huge fireball, which was thrown out with Bediwell's throwing action, and then exploded twenty yards away in front, bursting out into a fireball with a radius of at least ten
Five yards of fire storm! And the fire storm continued to spread forward, rushing like a tide, and continued to burn more buds on the ground, burning a large area at a time!
If that means, the spells used by Bedivere can be extremely powerful. When ordinary spellcasters release spells, the fire of the spells takes the "price" from the spellcaster's body to deplete the spellcaster's physical energy.
As a prerequisite, a spell is issued.
But Bediwell is a little different. The great teacher Clara once said that the body of the werewolf youth is a bottomless pit, which can release spells without limit. The "price" does not seem to be taken from the body of the werewolf youth, but from a certain person.
Taking it out of a bottomless pit will not affect Bedivere itself.
So he used this big spell arbitrarily, a very powerful incinerating fireball that took a long time to prepare and had little use in actual combat. Bedivere originally thought that this technique could not only be used to set fire to mountains.
, there is no other place to use it, but it is not the case.
The fireball was some kind of extremely energy-efficient liquid fuel. It was burning and tumbling forward, spreading out on the floor in front. Even Bediwell himself didn't know where that fuel came from, even if it was from
It's impossible for him to extract such high-purity fuel by squeezing oil from his own body. This must be the "bottomless pit" in his body that is doing something wrong.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble------
As large swathes of flower buds were burnt to ashes, the gray fog in the entire cave gradually became thinner. Large numbers of gray fog flying fish died and the site was cleared, but the cave itself emitted a beast-like roar that made people feel
It's obviously angry.
"Everyone, be careful! Something is coming!" Bedivere warned loudly.
Boom!
However, it wasn't "something is coming", but the rocky ground under their feet suddenly shattered in one breath. Everyone present fell down!