Chapter 1355: Trapped in a deception (twenty-seven)
Needless to say, this portal was opened by the staff at the other end who was responsible for responding.
There is a certain burning feeling coming from the other end of the door. It comes through a layer of magic protective film on the portal and spreads in the transfer room. Is this heat caused by the temperature in the desert? Bediville goes
Approaching the door, looking at its constantly floating appearance like a distorted mirror, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening on the other side of the door.
"What are you waiting for? Follow me quickly." Ivan and Tristan walked into the portal together without looking back, except for one sentence of urging.
"Where is Duke Gwen?" Bedivere just remembered that someone was missing and couldn't help asking. He still remembered that Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, asked King Arthur for instructions to use the power of the Holy Spirit to bombard the desert ship. But Gwen now
Where did he go?
However, no one paid any attention to Bedivere. Tristan and Ivan had already crossed the portal, and the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, who was present, also looked at the werewolf youth as if he were a fool. Bedivere couldn't help but feel that he was asking for trouble, and jumped in with a groan.
In the portal.
When he just passed through the portal, he realized how stupid his previous question was.
The scene was already in a state of summoning the Holy Spirit, and a huge pit appeared in the middle of the desert. Hot air waves slowly rose with the wind, twisting the surrounding air into a crooked shape.
This huge crater is hundreds of feet deep and has a radius of thirty yards. Needless to say, it is the work of Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table. Gwen had already accommodated himself to using the power of the Holy Spirit when King Arthur was preoccupied with his fate.
But it still caused such huge damage. God knows what kind of damage this place will be like when Duke Gwen summons the Holy Spirit with all his strength?
Bedivere regretted that he was late and missed the great opportunity to watch Duke Gwen summon the Holy Spirit. But maybe he was not allowed to watch in the first place, so when Gwen used the Holy Spirit, no one called him.
Forget it, forget it if you can't see it. Bediwell smacked his lips unwillingly and approached the edge of the pit. From here, he could already see the entrance of the Desert Ship at the bottom of the pit from a distance. Several magicians were currently facing it.
A vaguely visible protective shield casts a spell in an attempt to enlarge the crack in the protective shield so that people can get in. Needless to say, the palm-sized crack in the protective shield was made by Gwen's (who has controlled the power) Holy Spirit.
Call who caused it.
It seems that there is still some preparation time before breaking into the sand ship. No wonder Tristan and Ivan are so leisurely.
"Mr. Bedivere." Seeing the two young men arriving at the scene, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, came over to say hello: "Nice to see you again."
The Knights of the Round Table extended their hands to the werewolf youth as if to shake hands. Bedivere couldn't help but feel a little flattered. He shook hands with Gwen and said shyly: "Just call me Bedivere, Lord Gwen."
"Okay, if you can just call me Gwen." The Duke didn't seem to be the kind of person who likes to put on airs, he was quite easy-going.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Gwen..."
The unshaven middle-aged man smiled at the werewolf and said as if he was teasing the werewolf: "[Mr. Bedivere], before the battle begins, I have to talk to you first."
"What are you talking about?"
"For His Majesty King Arthur, you seem to be a very important friend to him." Gwen continued, "I can clearly know this just by observing."
Bedivere said nothing.
Gwen shrugged and continued: "King Arthur is... well, a person who will never get close to outsiders. Except for a few close relatives, whether they are important subordinates or former friends, he
He has always maintained that lukewarm attitude. As a king, he is both reserved and dedicated, and always maintains the dignity that a king should have. However, you, Mr. Bedivere, dare to call King Arthur by his name.
And His Majesty’s attitude towards you is particularly affectionate..."
"What exactly do you want to say, Mr. Gwen?" The werewolf youth was a little impatient.
"I want to tell you," Duke Gwynne said with a mysterious smile, "since His Majesty King Arthur trusts you so much, then I will also trust you in the same way, Mr. Bedivere. Since you have won the trust of His Majesty King Arthur, and you have great trust in that ship."
I know the internal structure of the ship very well, and you should be in charge of this battle."
"You want to hand over the command to me?!" The werewolf youth was really shocked this time. Among the people involved in the operation, apart from Tristan and other royal family members, the Knight of the Round Table Gwen was probably the person with the highest position. He himself
Instead of commanding, a young werewolf who is nothing but nothing is asked to command the battle. I really don’t know what this big man is thinking!
"Are you sure?" Bedivere asked solemnly: "Maybe my poor command will lead to the destruction of the team?"
"As for your command ability, I have confirmed it with Prince Tristan and Prince Ivan in advance. With their strong recommendation, I personally think there is no problem with your command ability."
"Wait, what? Those two families...those two big shots are strongly recommending me? How is that possible!"
When it comes to Tristan and Ivan, Bedivere gets angry. Although Ivan is old-fashioned and somewhat prejudiced against Bedivere, he is generally fine, at least he will not deliberately make things difficult for Bedivere. But what about Tristan?
The fishman prince wished that the werewolf youth would die soon! The two of them were enemies and would fight to the death whenever they had the chance! Tristan was willing to put aside his prejudices and "highly recommend Bedivere". This was simply a dream.
Strange things!
Duke Gwen smiled indifferently and continued: "Don't be fooled by the appearance of things. They may show disrespect in front of you, and may even speak ill of you, but this does not mean that they do not respect you behind your back."
Bedivere couldn't help but laugh: "You think highly of them too much."
The werewolf youth (thinks he) knows very well how narrow-minded the fishman prince is and how twisted and evil his character is. Tristan is no longer the innocent and cute Tristan that Bedivere knew when he was a child.
"Really?" Knight Gwen of the Round Table still looked disdainful when he saw the werewolf, and did not mention it further: "Anyway, you will understand later. Ah, the mages have opened the way. Let's start the mission, Mr. Bedivere
."
The werewolf followed the wishes of the knight of the round table, and the mages had opened a gap in the shattered protective shield that was large enough for people to get through. Since the protective shield was likely to be closed later, the group of mages were still in the gap.
Those nearby were supporting it at every step, using their magic to keep the gap open.
In this case, it would be very inappropriate to continue to wait. Bedivere was reluctant to take over the command responsibility, but he had no time to argue with Duke Gwen, so he had to agree honestly.
"Then, let the battle begin." The werewolf youth walked towards the gap in the protective shield. Ivan and Tristan had already been waiting in front of the gap, accompanied by two knights and a mage. They were probably the talents prepared by King Arthur for this battle.
But the King of Knights obviously had other tasks and did not participate in this operation.
"Arthur...King...His Majesty didn't come." Bedivere couldn't help but be a little disappointed. If Arthur was here, the problem of command authority would be easily solved.
Tris glanced at the werewolf youth, his eyes seeming to blame Bedivere, why did you say such an obvious thing?
Bedivere also gave the fishman prince a white look in return, and then focused his gaze on the gap in the protective shield: "Then, break in! ------"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, before a group of them rushed into the desert boat, a group of black things rushed out of it.
No, they are not "dark" things, they should be "golden" things. When the desert sunlight shines on the group of unknown objects, the golden light they reflect almost blinds Bedivere's wolf eyes.
They swarm in swarms, just like a swarm of... locusts! But their dynamics are a little different from wild locusts?
What those shiny golden things were, Bediwell understood instantly!
Yes, they are the golden scarab golems controlled by Eve!
"Everyone be alert! Use protective formation!" Bedivere shouted, and at the same time, he had already pulled out the tungsten turtle tongue whip from his waist!
He doesn't know how powerful Eve's golden scarabs are in combat, but the werewolf still knows a thing or two about their principles and functions! They patrol the entire sand ship and are responsible for daily maintenance work, so they must have
Various abilities to cut metal and weld objects! These abilities can also be terrifying if used in close combat!
There were about a hundred scarab golems flying out first, and they were already scattered in the air! They picked the closest victims to attack first, and surrounded several mages near the gap in the protective shield!
The mages originally planned to use shields to defend themselves, but it was too late! As soon as the bugs attached themselves to people's skin, they began to bite crazily, using the micro-light blades on their arms to cut small wounds on people's bodies.
, and then pierced the welding guns on their butts into human flesh like poisonous thorns, causing the victims to scream crazily in pain!
In the first minute of the battle, three mages had already fallen!
The situation was very chaotic. People were like being surrounded by a swarm of poisonous bees. Everyone was helpless and could only slap their bodies trying to drive away those damn bugs! The knights were waving their lightsabers randomly, but they couldn't cut down the scarabs at all.
Golems! The army of golden scarabs is numerous, dispersed and flexible, and ordinary swords cannot deal with it!
The best way to stop them is------
Bediwell made a prompt decision, raised his tungsten turtle tongue whip, and instantly set up a complex trap like a spider web in the air! At the same time, the werewolf also gave an order to his mithril prosthesis to let it release high-voltage current!
Snap, snap, snap! Golden light shines, and electric current is released from the discharge organ in the prosthetic limb, then flows through the whip and spreads throughout the whip web!