Chapter 1409 The decisive battle against Qianya (Twenty-five)
Bediwell's guess was very correct. It was not an army of guards at all! It was a group of corpses...or, in other words, a collection of countless corpses connected by balls of slimy cytoplasm.
body!
That kind of soft flesh-walled monster can instantly swallow a person's body and become a part of it. But there are too many people in the entire institute. The monster can kill these people, but it has no time to "digest" these people. Therefore,
This formed the weird collection of half-aggregated and half-corpse! Its disgusting degree did not decrease with its incompleteness, but it could be said to have greatly increased! A large group of slippery and soft things.
Below are thousands of human legs that are intact or torn to pieces, and there are torn heads, arms, and fragments of internal organs everywhere. This disgusting thing can still maintain some vague military appearance from a distance.
It is simply full of deception!
If Gwen had slowed down to fight these meatballs for no apparent reason, he would have probably been swallowed up by the endless torrent of meatballs before fighting his opponent! One person simply cannot fight against a legion, even the great Knights of the Round Table.
He will also die miserably in the torrent of meat!
"Aggregation?! But how is that possible!" Bedivere broke into a cold sweat and screamed: "Kana and I have clearly wiped them all out!?"
"Obviously I missed a few." Albert grinned and sneered.
"Stop talking, push quickly!" the Knight of the Round Table ordered briefly but forcefully.
The torrent of chunks of meat was already less than ten yards away from everyone, and it would be too late if they didn't run away quickly.
Albert and Bedivere did not hesitate. Tiger instantly raised his Storm Gun Blade and fired several shots at the group of meatballs behind him. At the same time, the plug-in on the gun blade was also triggered, spraying out continuously.
Several shock waves; his weapon created a powerful thrust, pushing the entire smoke sled forward!
And Bedivere was not idle either. He had already coiled the tungsten turtle tongue whip on his left hand into a spring shape. After accumulating the force, he thrust it diagonally towards the ground and launched a powerful blow! This powerful attack also has the same effect.
It can also bring huge reaction force, relying on this reaction force, the smoke sled can slide faster and farther!!
Duke Gwen is even more expert at manipulating smoke. He releases a huge arm made of smoke from his sleeves. He controls the arm of smoke and grabs it far forward. The moment it grabs the ground, he immediately retracts it! The arm is like
Pulling hard like scratching the ground, dragging the entire smoke sled further!
Bediwell and others, who were almost drowned by the torrent of meat, instantly distanced themselves from the monsters with their powerful push. However, the monsters were still very fierce. They were coming faster than before, and they were chasing after them.
It seems that he is determined to engulf Bedivere and others before he gives up!
"Well... we can't go any faster, meow?!" Albert continued to fire the gun wildly, but his bullets were limited and he needed to reload before he could continue shooting. Although the plug-in of the Storm Gun Blade was not needed
However, the energy is limited and will be used up if you keep using it. After firing a row of shotguns, Albert hurriedly changed the bullets, but looked at the flood of meat chasing him, and couldn't help but feel anxious.
Inexplicable.
"Just hold on a little longer!" Bedivere once again contracted the tungsten turtle tongue whip like a spring and stabbed it towards the ground. The powerful thrust brought about an efficient propulsion effect, but Bedivere also felt
My shoulders are sore, and the tungsten turtle tongue whip is crackling due to long-term overuse. If this continues, how many times the same trick can be used is also a question, which is really worrying!
Gwen didn't speak. Far in the direction of their advance, they could see a faint light that seemed to indicate the exit. But how far was it? A hundred yards or a thousand yards? No one knew. Even a powerful person like Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table.
Wen, his ability to use this kind of smoke is also limited, and carrying so many people on the smoke sled at the same time, he has to release the smoke giant arm to pull the sled and lead everyone forward. Gwen's physical energy consumption is only
It is the biggest among them all.
"It would be great if a Knight of the Round Table came out to summon the Holy Spirit at this time..." Albert muttered as he loaded the bullet and continued shooting.
However, there is no such good thing. As a Knight of the Round Table, Gwen actually only has one opportunity to summon the Holy Spirit every day. And Bediwell knew very well that Gwen's opportunity to summon the Holy Spirit today has actually been used up long ago. At noon, at
In the Sahara Desert, Gwen used the power of the Holy Spirit to blast a large hole out of the sand, giving everyone the opportunity to invade the interior of the "Golden Ship Desert Ship" buried deep in the sand.
In other words, Bediwell and the others have nothing to rely on now. The means they have are all they need to escape from here. There are no more reinforcements, and it is impossible for the Holy Spirit to appear to help them. They only
They can rely on themselves to escape from this hellish place, from this disgusting torrent of meat.
However, the more he thought about it, the more desperate Bedivere felt. Said to be a flood, the piece of meat was actually more like an oncoming huge wave. It was unstoppable and there was no way to escape. It was so far away from Bedivere and so on.
There is less than ten yards left on the smoke sled where the person is, and this distance is still getting closer, even though Bediwell and others have tried their best to escape!
He will be overtaken! He will never run away! There is nothing he can do! ----------Deeper despair spreads in Bediwell's heart! He never thought that he would die inexplicably at such a juncture.
Yes, but this is reality!
But wait...there seems to be something wrong?!
Bedivere looked carefully at those disgusting flesh-walled monsters.
The attack was indeed menacing, but he could not feel the [malice] that he had felt before.
When Bediwell fought the same monster on the top of the inverted glass pyramid, the monster was obviously full of malice and murderous intent. It was almost constantly looking for opportunities to kill Bediwell and the others. In fact, this was also the case with Bediwell.
The guard Lawrence who was acting together was also hit through the chest by the monster's spinal tentacles, and was almost fatally injured, wasn't it? The monster was later even strongly irradiated by ultraviolet light and killed two other guards before dying.
But the [aggregation] composed of a large number of corpses in front of Bedivere does not seem to show this kind of [malice]?
It was less than five yards away from Bedivere and the others, and the waves of flesh it created could immediately cover Bedivere and the others. However, it was only [chasing] and did not take the opportunity to stab Bedivere and the others with fatal blows.
And the vicious spinal tentacles.
Is it simply because it focused its energy on chasing and had no time to attack Bedivere and others?
Or, in other words, it didn't plan to attack with its tentacles at all, and planned to drown Bediwell and others with the wave of meat pieces alone?
However, if you want to kill Bediwell and the others, wouldn't it be enough to just use the tentacles? This would be faster and more efficient, and would also ensure the death of Bediwell and the others. In fact, Bediwell and the others now only
If they can afford to escape, they have no power to fight back. Any tentacle stabbing them can kill them. However, the monster is waiting patiently, instead of ending the chase early, because it wants to
Want to play with its prey before eating?
Is this really the case? Or is it ------
"Rise up!" The werewolf suddenly figured everything out and shouted: "Let this smoke rise as high as possible and avoid the monster from above!!"
"What? Are you crazy?!" Albert was the first to disagree, "If we slow down, we will be swallowed up by it! And how can it possibly let us go!"
"No... maybe Mr. Bedivere is right... I'll give it a try!" Gwen instantly expressed his approval of Bedivere's battle. Before Albert could continue,
In protest, the giant hand of smoke released by Duke Gwynn slapped the ground in front of him hard. The reaction force of the slap drove the entire smoke sled to fly up from the ground, and it jumped more than ten yards high!!
"Keep it like this!! Let it pass under our feet!!" The werewolf continued to shout when he saw that the momentum of the smoke sled flying might cross the disgusting giant wave of meat. He saw some kind of thing on the ceiling of the cave.
He whipped down the cracks in the glass with his hand and thrust out with one blow. His tungsten turtle tongue whip instantly embedded itself in the cracks in the glass ceiling, pulling like a hook, pulling the entire smoke sled higher.
"Whoa, ah, ah, we're going to hit me, meow!" Albert was so frightened that he immediately fell down.
Snap. Before the smoke sled hit the zenith, there was a strange muffled sound. Gwen's giant smoke arm acted as a buffer again. The arms made of smoke supported the zenith, preventing the smoke sled from hitting the ceiling heavily.
It hit the hard or even sharp glass wall. The giant arm turned into something like a pillar and quickly fixed the glass ceiling and the smoke sled together, allowing everyone to stay safely at a high place like riding a Ferris wheel.
, watching everything happening on the ground with a cold eye.
That's right! With an astonishingly accurate intuition, Bedivere guessed it right again! The flesh-walled monster had no intention of attacking Bedivere and the others. The previous chase was just Bedivere's unilateral idea, thinking that
Monsters are going to harm them.
In fact--just like a few ants at the feet of a giant elephant, Bediwell and others are simply inconspicuous to this giant meat monster. It doesn't care about the group of small creatures at its feet, and it doesn't care about them.
It wants to continue to hunt down Bedivere and others. It has no grievances against Bedivere and others, and it has no motive or obsession to kill the werewolves.