Chapter 3161 The final storm (one hundred and three)
Chapter 3161 The Final Storm (One Hundred and Three)
At the same time (?), over the eastern Mediterranean.
"So, why are you here?" Bedivere looked at the two people responsible for protecting him a little unhappily.
One of them is the strategist Eric. He rides his own custom-made iron cavalry and can control dozens of large shields at the same time with telekinesis. It is at least reasonable to let him serve as Bedivere's guard. So although Bedivere doesn't like it,
Eric, this guy, doesn’t want to complain too much.
But the other guy, that damn tiger-man Othello, why is he here?
Whenever he sees the sword on Othello's waist - [Sword of Victory - Gram], Bedivere's nerves will be stung. Because it is the sword of Bedivere's father, the most precious treasure of the werewolf tribe.
1. However, after several twists and turns, the sword fell into the hands of Othello. Logically speaking, Bedivere should have taken back the sword from Othello, but he had no evidence to prove everything, so he could only give up at the moment.
In any case, the grudge between Bedivere and Othello is not so simple to resolve. Othello's father is Bedivere's father-killing enemy. This alone is enough to make Bedivere hate Othello.
It's to the bone. He's just trying to keep himself rational now, so he doesn't attack Othello.
"Why come...?" Othello, who was sitting behind Bedivere, said, "I just want to protect you...by King Arthur's order."
"This is what I want to complain about." Bedivere said: "Why is it you who are ordered by King Arthur to protect me? You are not a member of the Knights of Great Britain. Why should the officers of the Orc Alliance obey the orders of the King of Knights?
, to protect me?"
"There are complicated reasons..." Othello didn't even try to explain.
"Can I really trust you? You wouldn't stab me in the back while I was concentrating on casting a spell, right?"
"Why should I do this?" Othello said in confusion: "Unless I am crazy, would I do such an irrational thing? Otherwise, I will risk my honor and status to protect you."
"Why are you doing this? Isn't it obvious? If you kill me, you don't have to return the sword." Bedivere said unhappily, "Then you don't need to be worried and think that one day I will find evidence and demand
You return the sword."
"I won't be so petty..."
"So you are implying that I am petty?" Bedivere said angrily.
"No!" Othello continued to try to explain, "Listen. If there is evidence that Gram really belongs to the Esquimo tribe, I will definitely return it. Although it is my brother's relic, it may also be your father's.
's relics."
"Don't add the word [maybe]." The werewolf youth was still irritated: "This is my father's relic, how many times do you want me to say it?"
"Have you had enough trouble?" Eric, who was listening silently, was a little impatient.
"Bedi, stop making trouble." The voice of the King of Knights also came from the communicator, "Let's start fighting."
"Okay." The werewolf young man said angrily: "I will settle the score with you later, Othello."
"Why do you want to settle accounts with me... I didn't do anything wrong..." the tiger man said innocently.
Bedivere stopped talking and took out the magic fire while sulking.
The fireball of the spell fire soon changed to warm white, the color of sunlight. It rose from the palm of the werewolf youth, gradually rose into the air, and expanded at a very slow speed.
The characteristic of [Holy Spirit-Sealed Sun] is to absorb photons in the atmosphere to continuously expand, gradually increasing its lethality. When it reaches a large enough size, it is then detonated and exploded. The photons gathered in it are directly transformed into light and
In addition to heat, it will also turn into an astonishing photon explosion, destroying everything within the area of influence. It is such a simple and crude Holy Spirit. But it is precisely because it is simple and crude that it filters out those fancy operations, and its power is
Extremely amazing.
Being able to absorb photons from the atmosphere almost unlimitedly is a terrible privilege. Only high-level spiritual beings can ignore the laws of nature and do this.
The ball of light that was originally only the size of a fist gradually turned into the size of a head. After a few minutes, it grew in size again and was already as big as a cow. Bediwell also made the [Sealed Sun] rise higher, making it look like a real
The sun is hovering in the sky.
"The closer we look, the more magnificent it becomes," said Othello.
"Even if you please me, it won't do you any good." Bedivere also said.
Othello was silent for a few seconds dejectedly, and then chatted up without giving up: "...So how big can it get?"
"I don't know, there is no limit in theory." The werewolf young man replied angrily: "In the past, it was because it grew too big and I felt terrible, so I stopped letting it continue to grow. If it was too powerful, it would explode once it exploded.
, I can’t guarantee my own safety..."
"Coward?" Strategist Eric suddenly added.
"Do you want to quarrel or fight?!" Bedivere said angrily.
"Just kidding, don't be so grumpy."
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." Bedivere grunted like a wolf.
The other two couldn't help but laugh.
"Be serious, this is a formal battle." King Arthur's voice came from the communicator. Bedivere forgot to cut off the communication just now. The childlike noise between the three of them was heard by the British battleship.
"I'm very sorry." The three apologized almost at the same time.
The sneers of Knight King Arthur and Prince Kai came faintly from the communicator.
"Bedi, don't be nervous. Everything will be fine." The Knight King saw through the werewolf youth's thoughts.
"Hmm..." Bedivere could only groan.
At this time, the weather gradually became gloomy. It was as if God was deliberately teasing people. On the eve of such a battle, dark clouds were gathering. The sky even started to drizzle, and it was estimated that it would not take long before it turned into a heavy rain.
"Oh, that's great," Bedivere complained. "I'm going to be out here in the rain for hours with these two creeps."
"Open the shield of the cavalry?" asked Othello.
"No, that will affect my spellcasting." Bedivere said. Opening the shield can indeed isolate part of the rainwater, but doing so will also create a barrier that hinders the penetration of photons. Bedivere said [
The control power of the Holy Spirit - Sealed Sun] will weaken.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it." Eric's cavalry came closer, and several floating shields formed a shield array above Bediwell's head to block the rain.
"Causing thunder..." Bedivere complained.
"No, the shield itself has an insulating coating to prevent lightning strikes, and the rope used to connect the shield is also an insulator." Eric explained.
The shields on his custom-made iron ride are all connected with wires, which should be auxiliary equipment used to maximize his telekinesis. The presence of ropes means that magic power and telekinesis can be better transmitted to the shield, making it easier to control.
But is it insulating? The atmosphere itself is an insulator. During thunder, tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity still breaks down the insulating atmosphere and discharges. In contrast, the so-called insulating coatings and insulating ropes on Eric's shield are
It was almost as if he didn't exist. A thunderbolt could chop him and his cavalry into charcoal.
"In short, your cavalry should stay away from me." Bedivere said with malice without revealing the matter.
"As long as you like it." Eric raised the height of the cavalry a little, so that it could protect Bediville's cavalry from wind and rain, and would not affect Bediville due to lightning strikes and other problems. And the cavalry continued to expand.
The light ball - [Holy Spirit - Sealed Sun] is still expanding on Eric's iron horse. If it is to protect against wind and rain, this light ball itself has a certain shielding ability.
"I actually want to know what would happen if lightning struck that thing." Strategist Eric asked.
"Nothing will happen. It is a high concentration of photons, which has no entity and does not conduct electricity," Bedivere said.
"Is this really true..." Othello, who was sitting behind Bedivere, complained.
"It's so noisy, I said yes." The werewolf young man said angrily.
"Bedi," the communication from King Arthur interrupted the chat between the three of them: "It's almost time. Let's move right above the [Nimulated Great Storm]."
"I understand. But... why is it directly above?" Bedivere asked: "I can visually see that the closing mouth of the photon storm is directly above... There is a high concentration of photons gathering there. If you want to attack, no
Should we choose the weakest position to attack? There is no need to deliberately choose the strongest position to attack, right?"
"No, that position is the most vulnerable part." The King of Knights said: "The [Pseudo-Great Storm] in front of you is a spindle made of photon storm. A large number of photons ejected from its bottom, turning into a strong turbulent flow towards the
It rolls up and finally ends at the tip of its top."
"Yes...this is the flow I saw. So...?"
"But photons in this world cannot be produced continuously and disappear continuously. The amount of photons within a certain range is always conserved." Arthur continued to explain: "Those collected at the top of the [Pseudo-Great Storm]
The torrent of photons did not disappear out of thin air, but passed through a quantum tunnel only the size of a pinhole, connecting to the exit at the bottom of the [quasi-great storm]. The photons flowing in the storm were actually constantly circulating, ejected from the bottom
, gathered from the top, and then flowed to the bottom."
"...I see. I roughly understand it." Bedivere nodded.
"So, although its top is a gathering point for a large number of photons, there is still a small weakness, the entrance to the quantum tunnel that is only the size of a pinhole."
"And you plan to let my [Sealed Sun] attack that pinhole." The werewolf young man replied.
"Not only you, but the Holy Spirits summoned by other Knights of the Round Table will also do this. With good timing, all powerful attacks will attack the entrance of the tunnel the size of a pinhole in one go." The King of Knights continued: "When all attacks are concentrated on
At one point, when the power exceeds the endurance of that quantum tunnel——"
"The storm will break away," Bedivere replied.
"That's it." Arthur affirmed: "Can it be done?"
"Your plan has a lot of uncertainties, but it is at least logically correct." Bedivere said, "I think there should be no problem. Anyway, we don't have a better plan."
Rather than blindly attacking any point of the [Nimulated Great Storm] and then having the attack blown away by the photon storm, it is better to directly attack its most "hard" part to meet the enemy head-on. This plan is very King Arthur style, and Bedivere also
It reminds me of those nostalgic times in the past.
"The ball of light is getting bigger and bigger...it's a bit scary." Strategist Eric interrupted Bediwell's thoughts: "Is this thing really not going to explode?"
"No." Bedivere groaned: "Instead of worrying about it, we should worry about ourselves."
He could almost predict that when the [Sealed Sun] became very big and ostentatious, something in the [Nimulated Great Storm] would definitely be targeting them. This was an obvious attack preparation, and the abyssal forces would definitely not
He will look at being attacked but do nothing.
"Here we come," said Othello, drawing his sword.
A large number of black shadows emerged from the [Nimulated Great Storm] and were approaching Bediville with malicious intent.