It was about nine o'clock in the evening in Cairo.
"There's another wave! Three o'clock direction!" Arthur's voice rang in Bedivere's ears. He looked in the direction of the prompt and saw that a large wave of Warcraft was landing.
"You bastard, you can't even kill them all..." The werewolf youth picked up a dagger left by an unknown person from the ground, and used the [Gauss Magnetoelectric Accelerator] on the [Wolf Claw] to project it out. The metal block was in the
Under the effect of magnetic acceleration, it turned into a blue light and flew out quickly, hitting the monsters that had just landed, and then exploded in the pile of monsters. The scattered metal blocks scattered the monsters. Some of the metal fragments were destroyed.
The scales on those fish-like monsters were peeled off, and the impact of the explosion knocked the shells of those lobster-like monsters apart. In one blow, five or six large monsters and countless small monsters were eliminated, which was very efficient.
"Nine o'clock direction!" However, more monsters continued to land from the other side, coming like a surging tide. In the distance, King Arthur drove the Holy Sword and used the Overriding Holy King, which was more than thirty feet long.
The light blade swept through and split hundreds of monsters.
"Directly ahead!" The King of Knights continued to remind, so Bedivere threw the long-charged [Sealed Sun] forward. A huge ball of light fell from the sky and crushed the army of Warcraft, killing hundreds of them that had just emerged from the water.
The monster was crushed to ashes.
In the distance, the battleship group was firing continuously, fighting against the flying fish-type monsters that emerged from the water and had the ability to fly.
Othello, the tiger man riding on the iron cavalry, kept waving the victory sword Gram, firing out one splitting cross arc after another. After killing the enemy, the arc of light would split into more arcs of light.
, and then continue to kill more and split further, almost infinitely until the arc of light is not powerful enough to kill the enemy.
About half of the Knights of the Round Table went back to rest, while the other half continued to fight on this battlefield as if on duty, constantly killing the monster army pouring out of the sea while waiting for the cooling time of the Round Table system to pass. And just now Palin
Lore had already summoned the Holy Spirit once, annihilating tens of thousands of monsters in one fell swoop. Now the round table system was under heavy load, and it was no longer possible to summon the Holy Spirit for a while.
The entire Mediterranean seemed to be boiling, and monsters poured out crazily from it, killing them endlessly. Great Britain, European countries, the Egyptian government, the Orc Alliance, and the self-defense forces formed spontaneously by the Sphinx Consortium were all fighting.
Warcraft, block the land-based Warcraft in front of Cairo's city walls.
Mountains of monsters were killed, and the blood of the monsters dyed the entire Mediterranean Sea red. Fatigue gradually caught up with the warriors present. Even the werewolves, known for their durability and perseverance, could not help but feel a little powerless.
.
"Go and have a rest, Bediwell." Arthur heard Bediwell breathing heavily and suggested, "This place can support you. If you fall down from exhaustion, we will lose a strong general."
"Well, a little while longer..." Bedivel said, changing from the fierce attack mode to a more relaxed defensive mode, that is, summoning mithril fluid, using the fluid to construct a solid wall with spikes around him, and at the same time
Launch the mithril fluid spiral spike to kill the enemy. Bediwell picked up the double-loaded revolver [Dawn Guardian] with his other hand, hid behind the solid wall and fired with all his strength. There was basically no need to waste his energy by pulling the trigger.
Vigor only consumes the durability of the weapon - and the photon explosion and explosion engine strengthened by Luna Steel on the inner wall are almost never worn out. Moreover, Bediwell does not need to expend energy to aim, just aim at a location with more enemies.
It's just continuous fire. The enemies are so dense that you can easily hit them even if you don't aim.
"A hard fight?" A voice sounded behind Bediwell. Sherrichard did not know when she appeared on this battlefield. She brought the railway nail gun that Bediwell had given her before and guarded the battlefield with Bediwell.
Behind the "fortress" of mithril fluid, fire continuously.
"Why are you here, Sherrichard?" the werewolf young man asked in surprise: "Even if you don't take refuge, at least go back to the Cairo Hotel to hide?"
"No." The Snow Lion girl hummed, "While you are fighting desperately, how can I hide behind and watch the show safely?"
The railway nail gun in her hand also uses the same firing mechanism as the Gaussian electromagnetic projector, which is to accelerate the metal block magnetically and then launch it. However, the nail gun itself uses needle-shaped nails of a fixed size, with a caliber of only
It is as big as a grain of wheat, and the length of the nail is about half an inch. The mass of the metal block fired is relatively small, and its power is naturally much lower than that of the Gaussian electromagnetic projector. However, because the nail gun can shoot continuously at high speed, and the nails fired are explosive.
With its explosive ability, the damage is still very considerable, and it can blow up enemies into pieces in an instant.
Bediwell also picked up another metal block from the ground (I don't know who left the armor fragment), and used an electromagnetic projector to hit the entire metal block at high speed. It was like a bomb with blue light.
Embedded in the middle of the enemy group, another violent explosion occurred, killing and injuring a large area.
More mithril fluid spiral spikes were launched. They rotated at high speed and had amazing penetrating ability. They could not only penetrate the scales of fish monsters, but also easily defeat the hard shells and spikes of crustacean monsters.
The stakes will be automatically recovered after being driven out, but it takes time. Bediwell simply let the mithril fluid spikes fly out to turn into high-speed rotating cross blade wheels, and while flying back, they also slashed the surrounding enemies.
His eyelids also gradually drooped. After all, he fought from noon to midnight, maintained a high-intensity battle for a long time, used all kinds of powerful tricks, and the Holy Spirit also used them dozens of times. Even if he wants to try it now
No matter how hard he cheered up, he still couldn't fight tirelessly like King Arthur.
"It's almost done, should we withdraw?" Sherrichard saw Bediwell's condition and advised: "Leave this place to others."
"But……"
"The second wave of Holy Spirit summons is ready. Please be prepared to resist the impact and pay attention to the tsunami!" An order was sent from the battleship.
Gwen's Holy Spirit [White Comet] of the Knights of the Round Table was summoned, and a huge comet fell from the sky and fell on the sea. The pure power brought pure destruction, and tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of monsters were reduced to ashes under the impact. Huge.
The tsunami swept over and swept away the monsters on the shore. If Bediwell hadn't used a protective wall made of mithril fluid to protect himself and Sherrichard, they might also have suffered!
Just after the effect of [White Comet] passed, Swordmaster Draven's Holy Spirit [White Holy Sword] was also summoned. Originally, repeated summoning of so many Holy Spirits in a short period of time would put a huge burden on the system. But King Arthur allowed it.
, and this battle also requires the huge power of the Holy Spirit to balance the advantage. If the power of the [White Holy Sword] is not released all at once, it can actually last for a long time on the battlefield. The huge sword blade sweeps back and forth on the coastline.
Chop and chop thousands of enemies to pieces!
"Go, Bedi!" The Knight King also jumped on the back of the Holy Spirit White Tiger, controlling the white tiger to launch a beam of [Deep Sea Wave Cannon], "Go back and rest now. When others are tired, it will be your turn
On!"
There was no way... Bediwell wanted to stay on the battlefield, but found that the number of Holy Spirits on the battlefield was enough to suppress the landing Warcraft, and he did not need to intervene for the time being. Rest is also a part of the battle, especially for this kind of continuous battle.
For large-scale battles.
"See you later, Arthur." He said, and then turned around and left the battlefield with the support of Sherrichard.
"Sister." The tiger man Siroma drove an iron cavalry and rushed over to meet him. After Bediwell and Sherrichard came up, he fired the fire and arrow cannon in his hand, blowing away the two approaching people.
Wave the enemy. After clearing the area, he stepped on the accelerator of the cavalry and sped towards Cairo City.
A few minutes later, the cavalry landed on the roof of the Cairo Hotel. Bediwell, who had just jumped off the cavalry, was already so sleepy that he wanted to lie down and sleep.
"Can you still hold on?" Sherrichard said: "Next, let's change transportation and go somewhere else. You can sleep on the transport boat."
"Where are you going?"
"South Africa." Sherrichard replied: "Now is the best time, and maybe the only time. South Africa's national treasures have what we need. If we get that, we can hold Cairo. But those selfish people
It's impossible for a ghost to lend that, we have to get it ourselves."
A transport boat equipped with powerful optical camouflage suddenly appeared in the sky. In fact, it did not appear suddenly, it just turned off the optical camouflage.
"It seems that you were ready from the beginning?" Bediwell said with a wry smile: "Will the Republic of South Africa let you enter?"
"This land battle of the Warcraft army has made all African countries busy. In addition to Cairo being attacked, some Warcraft also went along the Red Sea to Sudan and even South Africa. They sent all their armed forces and were busy fighting against the sea war.
With their army of Warcraft, how can they have time to take care of us illegal immigrants?"
It turned out that it had been premeditated. Bediwell also knew how deep the conflict between Sherrichard and the Republic of South Africa was. She might have wanted to rob South Africa's treasure house for a long time, but now she just happened to find an opportunity, so she seized the opportunity to rob it.
"Tell me," the werewolf youth does not want to become an accomplice of the Sphinx Consortium in a daze. He must ask clearly: "What exactly is in the treasure house of South Africa, is it worth our risk?"
"The original module of [LEGION system]." The Snow Lion girl replied.
The name seemed familiar. The moment Bediwell heard it, his whole body trembled like an electric shock. But the legion system should obviously be something that only exists in another world nine hundred years later. Why——
"In short, it's a portable golem that you carry with you." Sherrichard thought that Bedivere didn't understand, and further explained: "The portable golem army created by the legendary [Golem Master].
The all-purpose golem system that can do everything from self-disciplined fighting to executing complex orders is called [Legion]. If you get it, you can control hundreds of golems and let them fight tirelessly. In this way
The battle in Cairo will ensure success."
The [Legion] she mentioned is indeed consistent with the [Legion] in Bedivere's memory. They are both systems that summon a large number of golems to assist in the battle. However, the number of golems in the [Legion] mentioned by Sherrichard is quite exaggerated.
Do you know if the number of golems that the original module can control is so exaggerated?
"Since South Africa has that kind of thing, why don't they take it out and use it themselves?" Bedivere asked gloomily.
"Because the system is locked by [Master Golem], those despicable guys in South Africa can steal this artifact, but cannot use it." Sherrichard replied without emotion.
"It sounds like you know where the key is...?"
"I know. I bring it with me." Sherichard replied, taking out a small thing.
Snowball. That snowball was what Sherrichard had found in a secret underground shelter in Madagascar. It was a relic left to her by her father and it was also her birthday gift.
Sherrichard took out a small metal block from the hidden compartment at the bottom of the snowball. The gold-colored metal block had various strange patterns and carved holes on it, like some kind of electromagnetic key blade.
"Oh my god...!" The werewolf young man suddenly understood all this, and his eyes widened: "The legendary [Master Golem]...is your father?!"