At the same time, in the square on top of the Stonehenge, Bediwell fought thousands of dark creatures alone.
He turned into a giant wolf, carrying the seriously injured Tristan on his back, and ran to avoid it in the square. From time to time he would grab a claw and fight off the monster in front of him.
However, the werewolf boy who was already seriously injured has lost most of his physical strength. If he continues to fight like this, his wound will completely open and he will die from massive bleeding!
"Bedi...that's enough! Run away!" Tristan saw all this, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but advise: "Quick... leave me and run away alone."
I can't help you in battle, but I can at least help you hold off the enemy."
"Shut up, you know I won't do this." Bedivere made a leap and landed on the back of a dark monster. The giant wolf grabbed hard and tore the monster's head in half.
Other monsters continued to swarm in. Silver Wolf spit out a mouthful of blood, the sutures on his chest broke, and the wounds opened beautifully.
"Woo!" The severe pain distracted Bedivere. He could no longer maintain his beastly transformation and lost his balance and fell to the ground!
Swish, brush, brush. His body slid on the ground, dragging out blood stains all over the ground.
The group of monsters became more and more excited when they smelled the blood. They followed the blood and rushed up, frantically licking the blood on the floor.
"You bastard...!" The werewolf boy quickly grabbed the photon whip he had grabbed in the previous battle, half-knelt on the ground, and swung the whip.
The light whip was swung across the monster's body, beating these dark creatures to pieces!
But the dark creatures did not flinch at all. They continued to surge forward, ready to tear Bedivere into pieces and eat him as a feast!
The werewolf boy waved the light whip even more crazily, and the light whip rotated at a very fast speed, knocking away the monsters that kept coming one by one! With the length and repelling ability of the whip, the werewolf boy could temporarily resist the attack of the monster army!
Seeing that their offensive was blocked, the monsters quickly circled around the werewolf boy, observing Bedivere's actions outside the attack range of the photon whip.
"Ugh..." Bedivere's vision became increasingly blurry, and the wound on his chest was tearing apart, and he was bleeding profusely.
"Bedi..." Tristan, who was lying aside, tried to use an ice wall magic to assist the werewolf boy in his defense, but he was dying and could not concentrate at all, let alone use such a complicated magic.
"I think this is the end for us." Bedivere sighed in a low voice. The light whip in his hand was still waving, but the frequency of waving had obviously slowed down.
"I just want to say...if I can die here, it is a good choice."
"Well, we can't live together... I hope to die together." The fishman prince replied in a low voice, with tears in his eyes, "Bedi, thank you. Thank you for everything you have done for me. I have you."
My friend, this is truly the honor of my life."
(Fool.)
The werewolf boy was silent for a while. He put away the photon whip and drew out the [Magic Bow---Nale's Fire].
(It’s me who should say thank you.)
He drew the bow fully, pouring all his last vitality into the magic bow.
Blood spurted out from his wounds, but the splattered plasma was quickly sucked away by the magic bow and condensed into an arrow of blood.
By devouring the life force of the user, the true power of the magic bow is awakened.
This demonic bow covered in blood, with blood as arrows, blood as string, and blood as soul, is the true form of the Fire of Nale.
"Tristan, goodbye." The werewolf boy whispered, and at the same time let go of his hand on the bow.
(Please must live, my friend.)
The moment Li Xian's blood arrow flew out, it immediately divided into thousands and tens of thousands of blood droplets. These blood droplets flew away at nearly the speed of sound, scurrying around in this space!
The magical, high-speed moving blood droplets splash wildly, piercing the surrounding enemies one after another!
They are the smallest and most destructive "bullets". They open holes in the enemy's body at a speed close to the speed of sound, cutting flesh and bones into pieces! Each blood bullet absorbs the energy in the target's body at the moment of impact.
The energy that arrives continues to accelerate!
They bounced infinitely in this vast space, frantically destroying all individuals considered enemies.
Soon, this rain of blood bullets exceeded the speed of sound, moving at a high speed in a nearly circular orbit, and continued to spread outwards! This was a whirlwind of blood, shredding all targets within the range!
The dark creatures were chopped into countless pieces of meat before they could even defend themselves! More than 3,000 dark creatures were crushed so quickly that they could no longer move at all!
"Bedi... Bedi?" Tristan looked at Bediwell who was sitting still.
The werewolf boy exhausted all his strength. He was severely lacking in photons and lost too much blood. He was as weak as if he had been drained dry.
A lot of white hair fell off Bedivere's body, and the werewolf boy's shriveled body fell down weakly.
"Bedi!!" Tristan screamed hysterically.
Click! The entrance to the stone pillar not far away opened a crack. Soon, it was fully opened, and the elevator slowly rose up from the bottom.
Arthur had just finished taking care of the clone Uther, and walked up and kicked Uther to ensure that the Emerald Knight was dead.
"White Phoenix actually ran out to help in the battle. It seems that she has deep feelings for you." Holy Spirit Crown laughed at the King of Knights.
"Yes, thanks to her gift, I have one less Holy Spirit that I can use today. I really hope that the Holy Spirits can listen to my instructions next time and don't make their own decisions."
"Ah, Arthur?" As soon as Tristan saw the King of Knights rising from the elevator, he shouted: "Come and save Bedi! Bedi has already------"
Before Tristan could finish his words, Arthur rushed over. He knelt down to check the werewolf boy's injuries: "Bedi?! Wake up! What happened!"
"He...he needs medical attention!---Pick me up!" Tristan said.
Arthur helped Tristan to come to Bedivere. The fish-man prince concentrated his concentration and finally created an ice ball: "First use ice to stop the bleeding from his wound."
He put a layer of ice on the scar on Bedivere's chest, thinking it would be useful. But the King of Knights looked at everything and found that the wound was actually no longer bleeding.
Bedivere's body has lost all blood and is now in a state of ischemic shock.
What the werewolf boy really needs is a blood transfusion. A lot of blood.
If Bedi couldn't be given a blood transfusion within five minutes, the werewolf boy might be dead.
And under such harsh conditions as the battlefield, where can we find blood transfusion equipment? Even if we can find it, where can we find the blood source?!
Just when the King of Knights was desperate and helpless, a spaceship was approaching the Stone Column at high speed.
"Stop! We're about to hit him!" Constantine exclaimed.
"It's going to hit me!" Ivan ignored Constantine's advice and instead pushed the spacecraft's accelerator forward. The Silver Shadow turned on the engine and hit the top of the stone pillar even more vigorously!
Bump! The sharp bow of the Silver Shadow pierced the top of the stone pillar and rushed into the high-altitude platform.
"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Arthur was choked by the smoke and coughed: "Which idiot did this?!"
"Arthur!" Ivan jumped out from the damaged bow: "We are late, is everything okay?"
"Not good." Arthur picked up Bediwell's cold body, "Does that spaceship have first aid equipment? Send Bediwell in quickly."
"Oh, my God." Ivan looked at Bedivere and Tristan who were on the verge of death, "There is a frozen life-saving capsule.---I will carry Tristan."
"Don't worry about me, just take care of Bedi." Tristan struggled to get up and showed off his strength in front of Ivan.
"Idiot!" Ivan simply picked up Tristan and walked into the spacecraft.
After the big explosion of flames, Merlin got up from the ground.
He activated the magic shield at the critical moment to avoid death. Even so, physical damage was still unavoidable, and he was almost buried by the sand and dust raised by the explosion.
"Bah, bah!" The big mage climbed out of the sand pit in embarrassment, spitting out the sand in his mouth and nose, "Damn the Emerald Knight, you have brought me so much trouble."
Ellie was nowhere to be seen. She was probably involved in the big explosion and was shattered to pieces in the high heat and pressure.
To be able to compete with a "god" like Merlin, the great mage still felt horrified when he thought about it.
The [Dark Spirit] created by Morgan is really terrifying. If this thing is mass-produced, the world will inevitably perish.
---We must try our best to eliminate Morgan. Otherwise it will be too late.
At this time, Merlin didn't know that Mergen had fled to the other side of the World Wall.
It's already too late!
---Bang!! A huge banging sound sounded above Merlin's head, interrupting the mage's thoughts.
He looked up and saw that the Silver Shadow spacecraft plunged into the top of the stone pillar like a drunken fool, leaving half of the stern exposed.
"Is everything okay over there Arthur?" Merlin calculated the distance and used teleportation to move to the rear of the spacecraft.
He flew in through the opening of the spacecraft, circled the spacecraft several times, and followed the voices to the front of the medical room. He happened to see Arthur and others stuffing the seriously injured Bedivere and Tristan into the freezing chamber.
"Merlin, you came just in time! Operate on Bedi quickly!"
"Me?" The great mage shook his head, "No, I just had a battle with that woman, and my body is about to turn to stone. Now my hands and feet are stiff, and I can't use magic."
The big mage glanced at the shriveled Bediwell: "And the little wolf also needs a blood transfusion. Without fresh blood, he won't survive the operation."
"Give him my blood." Arthur said quickly, "My blood type is O, so I should be able to--"
"Don't be naive!" Merlin interrupted the King of Knights, "That child is a werewolf, and human blood is not universal. If you want to give him a blood transfusion, you must find another werewolf with the same blood type as him...
Or at least an orc."
Everyone present cast desperate glances at Merlin: except for Bedivere, no one present was an orc.
At this moment, the fish-man prince Tristan spoke: "I am a mermaid, is mermaid blood okay? I have A-shaped blood. I heard that Bedi is AB-shaped?"
Merlin thought carefully for a while. He suddenly figured out something: "If I use magic to do a little processing, it might be possible."
---However, if I use magic again, I will be petrified. Who will operate on this child then?"
"I...I'll do it!" Constantine on the side said hurriedly.