Chapter 1357: Trapped in a deceitful way (twenty-nine)
"What?!" Upon hearing what Bedivere said, the fishman prince Tristan immediately became furious: "Don't forget, the [metal detector] fell down because of your own negligence! It's your fault! You
You made mistakes and didn’t think of a way to make up for it. Instead, you put the responsibility on others and asked us to wipe your butt?! Have you fed your moral integrity to the dogs? "
"Ahem!" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, coughed dryly.
Hearing this dry cough, Prince Tristan's millions of words of vicious curse words that he had prepared suddenly got stuck in his throat and he could only swallow them all back into his stomach.
"I know what you want to say. If you want to scold me, then scold me." Bediwell also tried his best to keep calm: "But once this mission starts, it cannot be stopped. After we arrive at the data room, it will depend on the situation.
It is possible to sabotage the ship and then escape immediately. We have no time to make a detour to get the [Metal Detector], nor do we have the opportunity to come back to get this artifact. The troops are divided into two groups to complete two different items simultaneously.
Task is the best choice at the moment.
Originally, if I were not the commander, I would definitely ask for help to retrieve the treasure. But now that I am responsible for commanding this team, I have to focus on the main tasks, and let others take care of the secondary tasks.
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Ivan listened quietly and did not express an opinion. Bediwell's words may indeed have no moral integrity from Bediwell's standpoint, but they are at least reasonable.
"Go straight forward along the corridor from here. Turn left near the bow of the ship. The first room is the captain's cabin." The werewolf continued to command: "After you successfully retrieve the [metal detector], come out of the captain's cabin."
Go straight down the right side of the corridor and turn right when there is an intersection. After three intersections, you will reach the reference room and meet us. If we have successfully completed the task, you don't need to do anything and just wait for the retreat;
If our team fails, you can attack on your own and complete the mission. That's it."
"I have no objection." Ivan said without emotion.
"Hmph!" Tristan also snorted: "Yes, Commander."
Bedivere ignored the fishman prince's sarcasm and announced loudly: "Then let's take action!"
The two teams split up and ran in two completely different directions. Bedivere and Gwen's team headed straight for the desert ship's data room, while Tristan and Ivan's team headed for the captain's room.
"So far, your command has been wonderful." Duke Gwen, who was running behind Bedivere, praised.
"Uh, thank you." After Bedivere ran for a certain distance, he immediately felt something strange in the air, and quickly gestured to the team, asking everyone to walk slower.
"What's wrong?"
"There will be a trap soon." The werewolf swung his whip forward. Snap! His tungsten turtle tongue whip was bounced back by some invisible force, as if there was something in the air.
"Does anyone in this team know how to use ice mist?" Bedivere turned around and asked.
The mage in the team shook his head. He seemed to be proficient in attack magic and protective shield magic, but he didn't have much experience with this kind of auxiliary magic.
"I have something similar." Gwen stepped forward. He raised his hand, and something like sand suddenly flew out from his sleeve. The sand turned into smoke before it hit the ground.
, filled the corridor. With the help of this "sand smoke", Bedivere finally saw clearly the trap in front of him.
That's a laser trap! It's a trap network made up of hundreds of high-energy red laser beams!
"That damn computer woman is so vicious." Bedivere couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Fortunately, his puppy's nose smelled the unusual burning smell in the air in advance, and he was able to discover this trap that could kill people instantly.
If others do not know the inside story and foolishly rush into this almost invisible laser trap network, they will be immediately torn apart by these high-energy lasers, turned into countless pieces of flesh, and killed immediately! This kind of invisibility can also bring instant death.
The use of effective traps has long been strictly prohibited by the European Convention on the Humanitarian Use of Weapons because it is too cruel. No matter how high the security facilities are in a base, similar traps are not allowed to be installed. But the ship is a legacy of the ancient God-human race.
Of course it is not restricted by the European Convention.
"It's Eve." Bedivere replied, while using the smoke to study the method of passing the trap net: "This ship's artificial intelligence navigation system. Because she always pronounces it with a female voice, I think it is a woman.
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He then looked at the hidden surveillance cameras in the surrounding corridors: "Eve, I know you are watching us. Why don't you say anything? Why don't you say a few words to me?"
There was no response. From the moment we first invaded this golden ship, the entire ship seemed abandoned and eerily silent. Even the initial blockade setting was cancelled. Although there was no power, the automatic door inside the ship could
It was forcibly pried open, giving Bediwell and others the opportunity to operate inside the ship. However, countless vicious murder traps appeared in various passages of the ship. The entire ship was like a huge mousetrap, waiting for ignorant people to commit suicide.
Cast into a trap.
Only then did Bedivere feel that assigning Ivan to another team was the right solution. The half-dragon young man had eagle eye skills, and all kinds of traps could not affect his team. As for Bedivere, with the werewolf's unique keen sense of smell and
Hearing can always get through it.
"Okay, I found the way." After Bediwell analyzed the distribution of laser traps, he walked at the front: "But the route is very complicated. I don't know if you can remember it..."
"Just go ahead and I'll put a mark on you." Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, patted Bedivere on the back. Something like sand was stuck to the werewolf's clothes, emitting mysterious green smoke.
"Is this some kind of magic?" Bedivere asked curiously.
"Perhaps, go quickly," the Duke urged.
The werewolf scratched his head and began to crawl. After a few steps, he entered a laser array full of deadly lasers. Although the path forward had been established and the surrounding lasers could be vaguely seen through the smoke, Bedi
Weir still walked very cautiously, and every step could be said to be startling. If he were not careful, his hands and feet would be cut off by high-energy lasers. Can he not be afraid?
Passed. Bediwell weaved left and right in the network of laser traps, and finally passed. Only then did he have time to look back at the road behind him, and found that a long path had been dragged along the road he passed.
Long, white smoke trails. The smoke seems to be the product of magic. It does not disperse like ordinary smoke and dust, but stays in mid-air without moving, providing a safe, reliable, and visible three-dimensional route for those who come after.
picture.
Is this some kind of unique skill of Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table? What a strange skill. This kind of smoke does not seem to have actual lethality. It is mostly used to guide the way or direct operations.
Gwen followed the smoke route created by Bedivere and groped his way over. Although he was a burly man, the Knight of the Round Table did not look clumsy because of his size. He was very skilled (how could he be a Knight of the Round Table if he was not very skilled)
?), nimbly dodged lasers one after another and passed through laser traps easily.
"A very good warm-up exercise." Gwen got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body. It was the turn of the remaining knight and the other mage to cross the laser array. Their skills were mediocre. They were asked to cross this
Planting dangerous traps will probably take a lot of time.
"I think I have to apologize to you on behalf of that boy from Gwen Green, Mr. Bedivere." Duke Gwen took the opportunity to talk to the werewolf youth: "It's the fault of a godfather. That boy acted without permission and let you and your group do it."
If we encounter a huge danger, it is all my responsibility."
"No." Bedivere replied lightly: "How old is Gwen Green? Sixteen? Seventeen? How can such an old man ask his parents to shoulder the responsibility for him? He should take responsibility for himself.
Whatever you do, you have to bear the consequences."
"You're right." The Knight of the Round Table clenched his fist and said, "When I see that kid, I will give him a firm punch on the face."
Bedivere said nothing. So far, Duke Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, has left a pretty good impression on Bedivere. Gwen is a fair, strict, upright, and general-like person. But there are occasionally such people.
Gwen Green is not very good at teaching her own children. Gwen Green has a twisted and arrogant character, which is mostly caused by Gwen Green's improper education.
"Do you have children, Mr. Bedivere?" Gwen seemed to see something in the eyes of the werewolf young man, and asked unintentionally: "Seeing that you are so young and talented, I am afraid that you have been pursued by a girl for a long time, and you may even have a family and children?"
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"There used to be." This sentence stung Bedivere, and the werewolf replied in a low-key tone: "But my wife and children are no longer here. They were killed by Warcraft."
"Really? It's really rude." The Knights of the Round Table also knew that they had touched the opponent's pain point, so they quickly stopped and turned back to talk about their own affairs: "I have never had my own flesh and blood, and I can't possibly know the feeling of losing a loved one.
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"What? But Gwen Green------"
"Adopted. My wife and I are too old to have another child. The child was adopted by our couple after we begged His Majesty King Arthur to part with him."
"...cutting off love?" Bedivere became more and more confused as he listened. What does this matter have to do with Arthur, and why is it called cutting off love?
"Oh, don't you know about this?" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, glanced at Bedivere in surprise:
"Gwen Green was originally supposed to be the adopted son of King Arthur and Queen Greenville. He was supposed to be the future king of Great Britain."