"That's all." Olin shouted after the silver wolf ran about a hundred yards.
The werewolf stopped and turned around to look at the situation behind him. At this sight, he was completely stunned!
The hill djinn's chest is spurting "blood"!
Hot, bright red glowing magma, like blood, gushes out from the djinn's chest and flows everywhere! Surrounded by heated air and wildly burning vegetation. Even the trees that entangle the mountain djinn
The vine was so frightened that it shrank back and hid in the hard shell of the forest plant.
"This... is just like a volcanic eruption..." Bediwell swallowed.
"That's why I don't want to use it." Oulin looked at the hellish scene from a distance and sighed: "Every time the volcanic forest plant is used, it will cause huge environmental damage."
The hill giant struggled in a pool of molten rock, but he lost his hands and had nowhere to escape. The high heat decomposed the dark particles, and the rapid loss of the dark particles quickly caused this fallen god to lose power. Its power
The struggle is getting smaller and smaller.
"Dead, dead? Really, dead?" Elaine muttered in a low voice. The werewolf turned around and looked. Elaine had long since canceled the white dragon's transformation and transformed back into a clumsy white bear.
"If it's an ordinary spirit, it probably won't die." Bediwell took out the bottle of [Soul-Calming Incense] in his arms and handed it to Ou Lin: "I'll leave it to you then."
But the Darkling Hill Djinn was absolutely still. It was dead.
"It's unbelievable. You killed a god!" Orin sighed as she took the potion.
"Anyway," the werewolf shrugged disapprovingly: "In short, as long as it no longer harms the world, right?"
Having said that.
However, the wolf in front of Olin murdered a god!
And he was still smiling broadly, as if he had no regrets at all for his act of killing the god.
Olin looked at Bedivere with hostility, and this hostility inadvertently revealed in her eyes was also noticed by the werewolf.
"You don't need to look at me with such hostility." Bedivere shook his head uneasily: "That was a god who was infected by Anzi and became violent. By eliminating it, it actually did the world a big favor."
"No matter what it is, gods are gods." Olin and Bediwell held a completely different idea: "People should not kill gods. You have done something that is not allowed by nature. One day you will be in trouble."
Retributive."
The werewolf narrowed his eyes in displeasure. Why should God not allow it? He had just killed a dark spirit, and the world should be grateful to him.
Druids admire nature and advocate harmonious coexistence with nature. Werewolves don't have much objection to this. However, leaving a dark spirit alone instead of destroying it, and just using seals to suppress the hidden dangers of the world, is this
This approach cannot but be called stupid!
Only then did Bedivere realize that he could never truly believe in this so-called Druidism. It was composed of a group of stupid and meek old good people, and this group of fools would only shrink back when doing things, and it was impossible to achieve anything.
great cause.
Bedivere's radical ideas are completely opposite to the negative ideas of the Druids. This is the truth.
The volcanic plants completed their task and pumped away the semi-heated molten rock around them again. They are very polite plants, and they actually know not to pour molten rock everywhere to avoid polluting the environment.
The hill giant, which had been completely drenched from head to toe by the molten rock, had merged into a large piece of rock. It was still glowing red and smoking in the high heat.
"It looks like steamed potatoes." White Bear Man said stupidly, interrupting the quarrel between Bedivere and Olin.
"Pfft..." The sudden laughter almost made the werewolf spit.
"Tsk..." Ou Lin couldn't laugh: "Forget it, it's useless to argue with you. Let's go back first."
She dropped a silviculture seed on the ground, and the seed sprouted out of the ground, and the vines quickly transformed into a portal.
"Don't you need to recycle the silvicultural seeds you just used?" The werewolf looked at the small hill that was still glowing and hot from a distance.
"It's so hot there right now that we can't get close to it, let alone recover the seeds." Orin sighed, "I'll call the Brotherhood guys to recover it later. Go back now, I'm exhausted."
She deliberately prolonged the word "tired" to highlight how tired she was.
After the werewolf relaxed, he felt that his whole body was sticky and smelly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He missed the bathtub in the hotel very much.
The three of them entered the portal and were immediately back at the underground meeting place of the Druid Cult. This seemed to be the anchor point for binding, and Bedivere found that he had jumped out of the previous teleportation ring of the sacred tree.
"Are you all back?" The prophet was still waiting for everyone at the venue. He didn't wait long. In fact, it only took Bediwell and the others about an hour from departure to return: "The action was really fast. Things are done.
?"
"Yes, Lord Prophet." Orin stepped forward and saluted, "Although the gods we encountered were much more powerful than what was stated in the report, we still got the job done. Well... we got it done, so to speak."
"Is it done?" A look of doubt appeared on Prophet Muthani's face: "Is it done or not? Let's be clear."
Orin shrugged, prepared to be scolded by the prophet, and reported what happened.
Oulin and the prophet discussed for a long time. After the prophet understood what happened, the look on his face gradually became solemn.
Bedivere was still waiting aside. Judging from the solemn look on the prophet's face, the werewolf knew that he too was going to be scolded.
When the prophet walked towards him, the werewolf looked at him with fearful eyes, like a child who was afraid of being scolded by an adult for doing something wrong, and asked in a low voice: "Mu, Prophet Muthani?"
"Here, this is your reward." The prophet thrust the money bag into Bediwell's hand.
It's not very heavy, nor is it very light. The werewolf opened the money bag and counted it briefly, it was probably about two hundred gold coins.
Did you go through that kind of life-and-death battle to get two hundred gold coins?
Sure enough, it was deducted. Is it because Bediwell did not seal the god as promised, but killed the god?
"Don't doubt it. Your reward is one thousand gold, but we collected eight hundred of it as intelligence fee. Don't worry, the people from the Brotherhood will definitely help you find the venue of [Round Table Trial]."
Oh, I see. Eight hundred gold bought the information about the venue, and I think it was worth it. Probably.
"You...are not angry?" Bedivere asked tentatively.
"As for the matter of you overstepping your authority and killing gods, I think it's better not to pursue it any further." The prophet said tolerantly: "Gods are originally unkillable. It is precisely because they are unkillable that they are called gods."
If that god really has fallen and can be killed as you said, then it must have become a completely alien existence that is different from other gods.
In this case, let it die. Death may be the fate of these fallen gods."
Bediwell's eyes widened. He had never thought that Prophet Multani would be so enlightened. Completely different from other conservative Druids, Prophet Multani could see more truly and further than anyone else.
If such a person is leading Druidism, then there is indeed hope for this sect.
Thinking of this, the werewolf's face became a little relieved: "Then, it's time for me to go back and rest. Good night, Lord Prophet."
"Wait a minute." Prophet Multani stopped the werewolf: "Once again, let me see your left arm. ---This matter is very important."
"Huh? Okay---" Although he was reluctant, Bedivere saw the solemn expression on the other party's face and was too embarrassed to refuse.
The prophet's solemn expression turned out to be not blaming Bediwell for killing the gods, but for something else?
He raised the metal prosthesis on his left arm for the prophet to take a good look at.
The druid's prophet looked at the silver metal arm carefully and kept murmuring, as if he was conversing with the Holy Spirit hidden in that arm.
The more carefully the middle-aged man looked at it, the more serious the expression on his face became.
After reading it, the prophet sighed softly and let go of the werewolf's left prosthetic arm: "Is it really like this?"
"What, what does it look like?" The prophet's solemn look, as if someone was about to die, really frightened Bedivere: "What's going on?"
"According to Olin's report, your arm can punch at supersonic speeds?" the prophet took a step back, crossed his arms, and asked in a low voice.
"Yes. That's the ability I... gained through practice." Bediwell said with pride.
"That's not it. That's the power lent to you by the god in your arm."
"What?!" Bedivere was stunned for a moment. He only knew that [the cabin in the forest] could be transformed into a house to provide convenience for people's lives. Its ability, even among the hundreds of thousands of Holy Spirits in the Pure Land of Avalon, was unparalleled
Very special.
It was precisely because [The Cabin in the Woods] was completely incapable of lethality that King Arthur made an exception to let it escape from Avalon's control and gave the Holy White Diamond of the Cabin in the Woods to Bedivere.
This special, completely harmless Holy Spirit "lent" Bedivere power?
"It's true. People--even orcs--can't swing their arms faster than the speed of sound, and it's even less possible for them to create vacuum waves after punching. All of this can only be explained with the help of the power of gods.
I see that not only your prosthetic arm can punch at supersonic speeds, but your real arm can also punch at supersonic speeds, right?"
Indeed. Although Bedivere rarely uses his right arm to shoot moonlight waves, his right arm can indeed do the same thing as this metal left arm.
However, punching at supersonic speeds with your right arm will hurt. For a real human being, the burden of punching at supersonic speeds is still very huge. Therefore, except for exercise time, the werewolf almost always uses the prosthetic limb of his left arm to launch moonshots.
light waves.
Perhaps all of this is really caused by the power of the Holy Spirit? In addition to summoning and using the Holy Spirit, it is said that the Holy Spirit also has [Holy Spirit Arms] that transforms into a weapon form, and [Holy Spirit Possession] that possesses the user and enhances the user's physical ability.
Based on the current situation, Bediwell is either using [Holy Spirit Arms] or [Holy Spirit Possession]. I'm afraid it's mostly the latter.
But, if that’s the case, wouldn’t Bediwell’s hard training over the past seven years be in vain? If he could simply possess [The Cabin in the Woods] and use supersonic punches and moonlight waves, then Bediwell would still be exercising
What?
Has he been wasting his time these past seven years?!
As if he saw Bedivere's doubts, the prophet smiled and persuaded: "No, all your efforts are not in vain. The gods in your hands are watching."
People are doing it, God is watching it.
"It is precisely because of your unremitting efforts that God, who was moved by your efforts, is willing to lend you strength."
(I don’t train hard to impress the gods...)
"However," Prophet Multani's expression changed: "This kind of power is not safe. I advise you to use it sparingly."
Bediwell felt a chill in his heart: "It's not safe?"
"You have been borrowing power from the gods, and the more the gods lend you, the more serious your body will be assimilated with the gods. If this continues, you yourself will gradually become an existence similar to the gods."
"Isn't that a good thing? It's like I possess divinity out of thin air---"
"No, never." Before Bediwell could finish speaking, the prophet shook his head violently and interrupted: "
First of all, you are a [person].
People should be born as a human being, live as a human being, and die as a human being. This is the life that a normal [person] should have.
Any [person] who wants to become a [god] and uses various unnatural means to cultivate himself will eventually experience bad consequences.
Anyone who transcends nature, distorts the laws of the world, and wants to reach the same level as [God] will be punished.
Eventually you will find that everything you cherish will disappear, and everything you should protect will become meaningless.
When your existence loses its meaning, you will be left with emptiness and confusion.
------If you lose your [human] identity, what else do you have left in this world?"
Although the prophet's philosophical words were difficult to understand, Bedivere could vaguely understand them.
In order to have the power now, the werewolf has lost a lot, a lot.
If he continues like this, he will definitely lose more.
But......
"Thank you very much for your concern, Lord Prophet." Bedivere whispered, nodding in agreement and denial: "But this can't change anything."
"Mr. Bedivere!" Prophet Muthani shouted in protest.
"I know that for those of you who advocate the way of nature, I am certain that heresy exists. I do not hesitate to use the power of gods to gain power.
---But, there is nothing we can do about it, Lord Prophet."
Bedivere let out a long sigh: "I have a [king] that I need to protect. For my king and this world, it doesn't matter what I become."
When all this passes, maybe I will die, maybe I will completely lose [existence] itself, and no one in this world will remember me. But it doesn't matter, I can accept it happily.
------because,"
Bedivere took a deep breath before replying solemnly:
"This is my destiny."
For the sake of this world, the werewolf Bedivere has long been prepared to die 10,000 times and sacrifice 100 million times.
No matter the cost, no matter the price, he only dedicated his life to one purpose.
Others will laugh at him for being stupid because he does not ask for anything in return but only knows how to give.
But it is precisely because of fools like this that this world can be saved and has ever been saved.
In this [world where Bedivere should not exist], no one has the right to laugh at his stupidity.
Because the prosperity of this world is achieved by the werewolf using all his kama (destiny).
The world owes him so much.
As if he had seen through Bedivere's firm intention, Prophet Mutani knew that he would never be able to persuade the other party.
The prophet sighed again, helplessly and slowly said: "Okay, it's up to you. Even if I know that the road ahead of you is nothing but emptiness and pain, I can't help you at all, so I can only keep praying for you."
.
After all this is over, may you have true happiness. The world owes you so much, and may the world give you a truly fair reward."
------However, what is real fairness?
"Thank you, Prophet Muthani. Thank you." The werewolf could only respond with blank gratitude to the prophet's blessing.
"However," the prophet added another sentence: "While the exams for the Knights of the Round Table have not started in the past few days, please take a good rest. If I am not wrong, you have borrowed the power of gods too many times during this period.
In the past several years, it would add up to more. It would be better for you to reduce the number of times you use that ability."
Hearing this, Bedivere frowned again. Asking him to seal the useful skill of Moonlight Wave was equivalent to tying up his hands and feet, greatly reducing his combat effectiveness. He would suffer in battle.
"Relatively," the prophet added: "I will ask my friends in the Brotherhood to work hard to help you, and I will definitely help you find the venue for the Round Table Trial."
"You mean you want me to stay at home for three days and do nothing?" The werewolf was confused. What if he couldn't get any news after three days and he wasted three days?
It is very possible that you will fail the exam without even starting it and be thrown into the Atlantic Ocean in disgrace.
Is the Prophet Muthani in front of him really worthy of belief?
The prophet looked at the werewolf with his bright eyes. Those slightly old but bright eyes seemed to be telling Bedivere, please believe me.
He advised Bedivere to take a good rest, as it would be of no benefit to him.
In fact, it was just out of pure goodwill, hoping that Bedivere's body would not collapse.
The easiest thing to deal with in this world is malice, but the hardest thing to deal with is kindness.
The werewolf finally gave in: "Oh...well, I will definitely have a good rest these three days. Although I can't guarantee that I won't fight with anyone, but...I will never use moonlight waves when fighting. In one word.
Certainly."
"Great." The prophet said with a smile, crossed his fingers and made a Druid blessing gesture: "Then, goodbye. --- May you be with Gaia, may you find peace and happiness.
."
"...Good night." Bedivere also imitated that gesture and saluted the prophet, then said goodbye to Multani and Olin, and walked back alone.