Heading towards the small hole, the werewolf bent down and got in.
The tiger man also bent down and got in.
The white bear man was unhappy and biting his nails depressedly.
"Oh, haha, sorry." The guarding cultist opened the hole wider, allowing Elaine to pass through.
Or maybe not.
"Stuck, stuck!" When the white bear tried to get through the hole, the part below the belly got stuck.
He panicked: "Help, help me!"
"Sorry, this is the maximum size that the entrance can open." The cultist operating the switch on the side said, "Are you new here? I have never seen such a big guy."
"We are transferred from the church in the Dawn Region." The werewolf added tactfully to avoid suspicion.
"Oh, that's it." The cultist had no doubts at all: "Yes, it's the time for the annual exam again. Are you responsible for sneaking in? --- Come on for the exam."
Bediwell's heart sank. Among the candidates who came from all over the world to participate in the Round Table Trial, were there Twilight Cultists?! The clutches of these guys really reach everywhere!
Too bad. These damn cultists might launch a terrorist attack in the middle of the exam. But that's a minor issue.
What if these Twilight Cultists became Knights of the Round Table?! Then, King Arthur would have a time bomb around him, ready to explode at any time!
It's so bad!
The Knights of the Round Table recruit all over the world, and there are huge loopholes in their system. Obviously, strong combat power is not enough. If the candidates have evil intentions, King Arthur will be inviting the wolf into the house!
The werewolf was worried about the harm these "wolves" might bring, and Elaine also squeezed into the hole with all her strength, and finally squeezed in.
Bump! When he fell, he naturally pinned the distracted Bedivere underneath him.
"Ouch! It hurts! Get out of here, you stupid bear!" Bedivere said angrily.
"Hug, I'm sorry." Elaine struggled to get up.
"Ouch!!" was followed by a werewolf howling like a pig. The white bear stepped on his tail, which was more painful than the whole bear being pressed down!
"Sorry, sorry!" Elaine apologized repeatedly.
"Hey, is this skill really okay for the exam?" Even the cultists guarding the entrance couldn't stand it anymore.
"There's no need to worry about him." Bedivere cursed in a low voice. His tail was still aching. He was so angry that he kicked the stupid bear's ass: "No matter how clumsy this kid is, he will never fail. He is
Invincible, in every sense of the word."
Of course, he is also invincibly stupid.
"Ugh..." the white bear man groaned in grievance.
"Stop talking, go to the assembly hall." The gatekeeper urged, "You came just in time. The sacrifice is about to begin. I hope the priest can bless you and bring good luck in the exam."
(Yay, what a blessing from a cult.)
Bediwell gathered his mood and led the tiger and the white bear towards the depths of the church.
The place was deep and dark, with a vague evil atmosphere. The werewolf walked along the rocky path of the cave, and the more he walked, the more he felt something was wrong. Everything here was too familiar.
After passing through the underground passages filled with stalactites, a huge underground cave was revealed in front of everyone.
This is a city. A huge underground city with an area of tens of thousands of acres!
The ceiling is covered with luminous fungi, and countless torches are placed on the various stone pillars supporting the underground cave, illuminating the entire dark underground city.
There are countless "stone chambers" in the underground city. These stone chambers, which appear to be ancient buildings but have no doors or windows, are actually groups of boulders that are approximately square in shape.
It looks like a city, but it only has a few buildings that can actually hide and store things.
Isn't this just like the underground city in London?
Bedivere recalled the days when he was imprisoned by Morgoth in that dungeon seven years ago, and felt a chill. For a werewolf, those days were full of humiliation and pain.
Therefore, not only did Morgoth find the dungeon in London, but Morgan also found another one in Edinburgh. She must have used this place as a gathering place for the Twilight Cult, and slowly developed and expanded this place.
Cult.
How could these bastards be allowed to do whatever they wanted underground in Edinburg? The werewolf clenched his fists as he walked. He wanted to destroy this place right away and kill every cultist here.
The group of people walked farther and farther, hiding deeper and deeper in the darkness of the underground city.
The crowd gradually grew, and these guys were all wearing crimson robes and walking slowly step by step. In order not to arouse suspicion, Bediwell and the others naturally followed the pace of the Twilight Cultists and walked slowly.
These guys were walking in the same direction, which must be their meeting place. Of course, it also became the destination of Bediwell and his party: the main tower of the underground city.
At the same time, in the city of Edinburgh, a young human was walking on the street.
In other words, this is a half-dragon young man with half dragon blood and half human blood.
Passing by countless pedestrians on the bustling street, the half-dragon young man finally turned into an alley.
The person who contacted the half-dragon young man Ivan was his brother, the Knight of the Round Table Oyun.
Ivan put the hood of his cloak over his head, covering half of his face. He hid in the shadows at the corner of the alley and asked in a low voice: "Is this right here?"
"This is it." Aoyun looked at the data: "The micro-tracking chips in the candidates' bodies show that those candidates are... somewhere underground here. It's strange, there is an underground city in Edinburgh.
."
"Very good." The half-dragon young man took off his glasses, revealing his slightly glowing eyes: "Leave it to me next. I will find them."
"Hey, Yiwen." Seeing that Yiwen was about to leave, Aoyun quickly grabbed his younger brother and said, "Don't tell anyone what happened today. Originally, as an examiner, I am not allowed to leak candidates' data according to regulations.
."
"I understand." Ivan sneered, his words full of sarcasm: "I am really lucky to have a [good brother] like you."
Aoyun frowned: "...The rebellious stage hasn't passed yet? You should go home occasionally and get along well with your father. And next week is my father's sixty-sixth birthday-----
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"Oh, I will come." Ivan walked out without looking back and waved his hand at the same time: "It's a miracle that the old pervert is not dead yet."
"How can you talk like this!" Oyun, the Knight of the Round Table, was unhappy.
"Otherwise, what should I say? Happy sixty-sixth birthday to my father? That old pervert who seduces other people's mothers at the age of sixty, should I be happy for him, or should I be ashamed of him?"
Aoyun was speechless. Their father, Grand Duke Younes, as a knight of heaven and one of the founding heroes of Great Britain, should obviously be pure and self-respecting, and set an example of what a knight should do.
But this big shot does have some less-than-glorious aspects.
However, this is exactly what love is. True love often happens regardless of the reason, the person, or the time and place.
------It just "happens".
Aoyun knew that this boy Ivan still could not forgive their father. This was one of the reasons why Ivan had rarely appeared in front of Grand Duke Younes over the years.
Looking at the back of Yiwen who left sadly, Aoyun could only sigh helplessly.
The half-dragon young man held his glasses in one hand and a lightsaber in the other, wandering deep in the alley.
His eagle eye skill can see through walls and everything within five kilometers. This allowed the half-dragon boy to find the entrance to the underground without any obstacles.
Knock, knock. He knocked on the wall, bowing first and then fighting, and extended warm greetings to the cultists hiding underground.
There was no response. The man behind the wall was listening, as if waiting for something.
Knock, knock. Ivan continued to knock, but said nothing.
Still no response. The man behind the wall looked obviously hesitant.
Knock, knock. Ivan kept the original rhythm and continued to knock on the wall. He neither said the code nor had any intention of stopping.
The guy behind the wall finally couldn't stand it any longer. He said, "You have to tell me the secret code. Really, the newbies these days don't understand the rules."
"Secret code..." The half-dragon boy paused: "You are already dead."
"No, the code is wrong. Isn't this too far off?" The cultist shook his head violently.
"There's nothing wrong." Ivan said, "What I said was not a code, but...facts."
"What? You---" The cultist couldn't finish his sentence halfway through.
Of course, his throat was twisted out. An invisible force, like an invisible hand in the air, twisted out the throat of this unlucky cultist.
"Ah...ahhhh!" The cultist let out a low exclamation, watching the blood spurt out from his broken throat. He wanted to shout to inform his companions, but he could only choke in a low voice, but he couldn't.
The law makes a louder sound.
"You...can't get in..." As if making a last ditch effort, the cultist flipped a switch and locked the entrance.
"You care if I can come in? I'm going to die." Ivan added again. He killed the cultist in a strange way through the inch-thick wall, but there was no trace of movement on his face.
Like a cold killing machine, the half-dragon young man has long been able to hide his emotions and anger, and kill people without blinking an eye.
The cultist died quickly, rolled his eyes and fell down, and no other cultist in the passage noticed this fact, at least not until they changed shifts.
Ivan carefully observed the mechanisms behind the wall. He studied for about ten seconds before he found the switch among the extremely complicated mechanisms.
An invisible force began to flip the switch, stir up the screws, open the hidden lock, and solve an extremely complex puzzle. But this so-called puzzle was hidden under the eyes of the half-dragon young man's eagle (dragon) eyes that could see through everything.
Down, it's simply insignificant.
He easily cracked this locked mechanism, making the cultist's struggle before his death seem insignificant.
Click! The door opens.
"This is the uniform of the Twilight Cult." Ivan carefully looked at the appearance of the deceased on the ground, pushed up his glasses frame, and showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth: "Hey, hey, hey, I finally caught your little tail, werewolf.
Bediville.
Watch me arrest you, twist off your hands and feet, and then torture you to extract a confession, making you spit out everything you know!"
A huge misunderstanding is quietly brewing in a place unknown to Bediville.