Chapter 1086: Seeking Secrets in the Sea of ??Sand (8)
Chapter 1086: Searching for Secrets in the Sea of Sand (8)
Scratch, scratch, scratch! ------The King of Knights, who had hesitated at first, now waved his lightsaber vigorously and slashed at the Desert Demon Shark mercilessly.
He slashed so hard that part of the blade even penetrated the Desert Demon Shark's body and cut into the young man!
Even so, King Arthur has tried his best to control the power of his sword and minimize the damage he causes as much as possible!
Bedivere used his whip to wrap around Jiute's waist, asking the boy to move as far as possible --- before being crushed into a pulp by the weight of the shark!
Crack! A large ball of broken flesh and blood fell to the ground, and blood splashed! It is no exaggeration to say that this was an explosion of blood!
Even though Arthur and Bedivere took action at the same time, using all means they could use to save the boy, the shark's upper body, which had not been chopped into pieces, still pressed heavily on the legs of the Egyptian boy Jute, knocking the boy's legs apart.
The bones were completely shattered!
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!------" That was Jiute's scream in a burst of severe pain, heartbreaking!
The young thief was lying in a pool of blood, and next to him was a monster with only its upper body left, also lying in a pool of blood.
At this time, the monster's body gradually shrank and turned into a human-like shark. It was like a piece of meat wrapped in rubber. It could only be vaguely human-like, but the flesh on his body was already wrinkled.
Lost vitality.
The monster was melting into a ball of rotten flesh, just like the desert sharks that Bedivere had killed before.
"Brother...Brother..." The monster was dying and whispered with his gossamer-like weakness.
His brother didn't care about his crushed and fractured legs. He got up in the muddy pool of blood and shook the monster's half-body with tears streaming down his face: "No... no!! This is not true.
Of! Matt...!"
"Oh my god..." The werewolf also walked over slowly, unable to believe all this: "What did we just do, Arthur?"
"We saved them." A trace of coldness appeared on the face of the King of Knights: "This is the side effect of [Bliss]... turning people into monsters."
"What do you know?!" Bedivere shouted angrily.
King Arthur frowned.
"When the anesthetic called [Bliss] is injected in large doses, some people's bodies will begin to mutate and turn into unimaginably violent monsters."
The King of Knights put away his lightsaber and whispered: "I thought this was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true."
The werewolf covered his mouth and looked at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground: "He was... turned into this by anesthesia?!"
"Although there is no conclusive evidence, it seems to be the case." Arthur squatted down in front of the monster: "And once you mutate into this look, you can never change back. I'm sorry, kid. But you
My younger brother has..."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" Jiute hugged the monster's body in pain and had no time to pay attention to King Arthur.
"Little devil..." the King of Knights asked the monster again: "What happened after you escaped from this cave last night?"
"The bad...the bad guy...caught me...in the institute...injected...the medicine..." The monster vomited blood and replied intermittently. It could die at any time.
status.
"Who is it? Why do you do this?" Arthur asked again.
"Arthur, forget it! It's very painful!" Bedivere quickly stopped him: "Do you have any painkillers in your medical kit? I'll give him an injection."
"No!" The King of Knights said ruthlessly: "Boy, you should know this very well. You can't be saved now, and you will die soon. The only thing you can do is to tell him before you die.
I, who is the mastermind behind this matter!"
"It...it is..." The dying monster struggled to say something, but the little physical strength it had left did not allow it to continue speaking.
"Speak quickly!" Arthur urged: "Only you can tell us the truth of all this! Only you can stop this! Please, let these tragedies end here! You don't want the same thing to happen to your brother,
Right?"
It hesitated. Although the blood all over its body had flowed out, even though its body was too numb to move, and even though it was only one breath away from death, it still used the last strength in its life to spit out a short sentence: "The vulture...
Heraldry... vulture!"
It was dead. It had completely breathed its last. The moment the monster died, the cry of the young thief suddenly turned into a scream that screamed to heaven and earth. The cry of a slaughtering pig drowned out all the sounds in the world.
"The coat of arms of the vulture? What is that?" Arthur looked confused.
"I've seen that coat of arms before." Bedivere let out a long sigh. If he guessed correctly, the vulture coat of arms was seen somewhere in Shagang yesterday: "Mohammed
Business group."
That's right, the bow of the sand ship belonging to the Mohammed Merchant Group that Bediwell was responsible for escorting yesterday had a huge vulture emblem printed on it. That was the emblem of the Mohammed Merchant Group.
All the mysteries are solved.
It is this damn business group that is secretly transporting anesthetics, not only for drug trafficking and profit, but also for the research of biological and chemical weapons. There are too many homeless people in Egypt, and they can just catch a lot of them. These people who have been abandoned by society,
Even if there are a few missing, no one will care.
I don’t know why this black-hearted business group uses anesthetics to research biological weapons, but nothing good will happen. I’m afraid something big will happen to Egypt in the near future!
"Muhammad's business group?" King Arthur snorted disdainfully: "If it were in Great Britain, my knights would definitely wipe out this damn gang immediately. But they are doing evil in a place where the Knights of the Round Table have no control.
Really annoying."
"Can't you do something?" Bedivere carefully removed the shark-man's body parts and rescued the Egyptian boy who was underneath the body.
"Great Britain never interferes in the internal affairs of other countries." Arthur's answer was just as the werewolf expected: "We can only submit this matter to the Egyptian government and hope that the government of this country will come forward to deal with it."
impossible.
Some kind of intuition told Bedivere that this country and the Mohammed business group are actually of the same kind, working together in collusion. One is a rotten regime, and the other is a hotbed of corruption. As long as enough money is given to relevant government departments,
The Egyptian government can completely ignore all illegal activities of the business group and allow this business group to continue to act recklessly.
As foreigners, nothing can change for them.
"Hello, Kador?" Arthur had already taken out his phone and called the Knights of the Round Table in the battleship outside Cairo: "Do you know my current location? Bring the medical team here immediately."
"What's wrong? Is His Majesty injured?!" Kador on the other end of the phone was obviously shocked. His loud voice came out of the phone, and even Bediwell could hear it clearly.
"The person you have in hand is not me, but a civilian." Arthur used an extremely calm tone, trying to calm down Cador: "Anyway, bring someone over here, right away. By the way, Bedivere? Get that one of yours."
Hold up your bracelet."
The werewolf did as he was told. He just remembered that this demon-sealing bracelet also functions as a teleportation anchor point. People on the battleship can easily open the teleportation gate to get here.
Sure enough, the moment Bediwell raised his arms towards the empty space in front of him, a teleportation port had opened out of thin air.
A team of medical staff rushed out with a stretcher: "Your Majesty?!"
"Save that child." Arthur pointed to the Egyptian boy lying in a pool of blood, his legs almost crushed: "No matter what means you use."
"Your Majesty." Kador led several knights and rushed out of the portal. As soon as he rushed into the cave, he quickly took a look at the environment, turned back and whispered to King Arthur: "Is this the Sword Saint Yak?
His hiding place?"
"Yes, and this guy is Lancelot's youngest brother," King Arthur said with a hint of mischief: "Rescue him and send him back to the orphanage in Great Britain, do you understand?"
"This kid is actually...!" Kador believed it true: "I obey, Your Majesty!"
Bedivere almost laughed out loud.
The Knights of the Round Table again focused their attention on the pool of melting flesh and blood on the ground. People who didn't know the cause of the matter would think that some kind of tragic battle had occurred here, and dozens of corpses were melted here in some way, but they didn't
You will think that it is actually the corpse of a big monster scattered on the ground.
"Then," King Arthur turned around and prepared to leave: "I'll leave this mess to you to clean up. Bedivere and I will take the first step."
"Wait...!" The Egyptian boy named Jiute wiped his tears, and with some uncontrollable whimpering, he glared at King Arthur with hatred: "You killed Matt! I must kill you!!"
"
Kador was about to curse: "Bold! You actually--"
"Huhu, yes." King Arthur interrupted his men's curses, and at the same time took off his mask, revealing the king's true face: "Recognize this face. I will not change my name or surname. I am the current king of Great Britain."
King, Arthur D. Pantorakon. When you grow up and think that you are good enough and still willing to challenge me, I will have a duel with you."
Bedivere looked on, sulking in his heart. This was not the hatred that Arthur should bear. Arthur just had to kill the boy's brother who turned into a monster in order to save the boy.
It's really unfair to be resented for no reason. That brat who repays kindness with revenge has no right to resent Arthur.
The werewolf couldn't help but speak: "Before that, come to me for revenge. I am the werewolf Bediwell of the Eskimo tribe in Western Siberia. If you want to seek revenge from Arthur, please come to me first."
Step over the dead body ------ if you can!"
The young man remained silent, but the anger of revenge was quietly burning in his eyes. Perhaps, he would one day kill the two enemies in front of him---this has become his only goal for survival.
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