Chapter 1567 The Ultimate Battle on the Battlefield Eleven
Chapter 1567: A decisive battle on the battlefield (11)
The phantom light swept across like a black shadow and cut off the legs of the gladiator Bereld in an instant! After the legs were broken, the gladiator fell forward!
"It's not over yet------!!!!" However, Bereld, who was extremely obsessed, did not forget to launch the final attack before falling to the ground. The remaining three lightsabers in his hand changed from three different ones.
In the direction of the silver wolf, chop it down!
Silver Wolf had completed his goal and was about to retreat, but he didn't expect that his opponent would do this, so he had to twist his body and retreat while hiding!
Swah la la la! The trajectories of the three lightsabers overlapped with the silhouette of the silver wolf, leaving several burning marks on Bedivere's back and shoulders!
"Ugh!" Silver Wolf made a difficult step to retreat. As soon as he pulled away, he rolled on the ground in embarrassment. He rolled several times before stopping!
(It’s no longer possible!------)
(If you don’t cancel it again!------)
The injured silver wolf fell to the ground and hurriedly released the transformation of the beast transformation technique, transforming from a wild wolf back to a werewolf youth!
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Bedivere dragged his body in severe pain to get up, but his throat was stimulated by the urge to vomit. He was hazy, his consciousness wandering between humans and beasts, and he almost couldn't help it.
He recovered. But he forcibly clenched the handle of the Black Moon Shengel Scimitar, using the pressure from the handle to his teeth to barely stay awake!
This is the secret of Bedivere giving up his consciousness to the beast in his body, but still able to maintain the last bit of humanity for a long time.
------A beast will never fight with a sword between its teeth. This behavior goes against nature and is the blurred line that distinguishes humans from beasts.
By restraining his own behavior and focusing the remaining bit of humanity on the extremely simple task of controlling the bite of the Luna steel scimitar, Bedivere's weak consciousness as a [human] was retained after the transformation, and was not destroyed.
The consciousness as a [beast] is completely swallowed up.
All of this is the special ability that Bediwell spent a whole month training and mastered in the "another world" nine hundred years later - [Liberation of Beast Transformation].
The "beast" personality in Bedivere's body is too dangerous and terrifying, but it is still "controllable" to a certain extent. When Bedivere transforms into a silver wolf, it is like a little creature inside his own body.
In the small control room, a wild wolf is controlled to fight.
Although the wolf was wild and acted arbitrarily most of the time, it could somewhat understand the instructions given by Bediwell and knew how to carry them out. Moreover, even in the most critical moment, it did not take Bediwell's orders to heart.
Isn't it quite "empathetic" if the remaining bit of humanity is eroded away?
And now, the beast's consciousness has completed its mission and began to fall asleep.
It took Bedivere dozens of seconds to completely suppress the animal nature released from his body and regain his humanity. When he could think normally, Bedivere hurriedly raised his head and faced the fallen gladiator Bereld.
Look in the direction! Fortunately he did this, and fortunately he recovered his humanity quickly enough, because Bereld had jumped up crazily, and at that moment he was pressing towards Bediville from the air! The gladiator raised his hand
Two lightsabers stabbed at the werewolf, the ferocious momentum was simply terrifying!
How did he jump up?! The first thing Bediwell did in shock was to step back! Then he saw clearly that although the gladiator's legs had been cut off, Bereld still used his
The two extra arms support him in jumping up! Guys with four arms are so scary!
No, if you don't have time to move away, you will be hit! Bedivere's heart tightened, and he took a picture of the silver bracelet on his right arm without thinking too much!
Zha! [Speed-increasing agent] was injected into the body of the werewolf Bedivere! It is a powerful stimulant developed by old man Logan. Although the effect is far less than the real [time-accelerating water], it has nothing to do with time magic.
Above, it can instantly increase the user's reaction speed!
At that moment, the whole world seemed to freeze, and time flowed at an extremely slow speed! Of course, this was just an illusion caused by Bedivere's over-excited nerves. His thoughts were spinning rapidly, but his body did not break through the barriers of time, as if he was being placed in a trap.
It's hard to move in the turbid and sticky mud! This is not a real time magic after all. It doesn't make much sense if the mind can speed up but the body can't keep up with the rhythm!
Damn it, I'm about to be hit! Bedivere cursed in his heart. Do you think that when victory is in sight, do you still have to be killed by the enemy?!
(No! Never! ----------)
(Move! Move your body quickly!!------)
(I still have wishes that need to be realized, how could I fail in a place like this! ------)
As if a miracle happened, Bedivere's paranoia distorted the will of the world, and his body was able to move a little!
Bediwell himself knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for him to completely dodge the opponent's attack! ------ However, he only moved his body slightly to prevent the opponent's attack from hitting the most critical point.
It is possible to achieve the position!!
In this world where time is almost stagnant, Bedivere clearly saw the trajectory of the opponent's attack, and knew which part of his body the two lightsabers of Gladiator Bereld were going to pierce!
Then, just move your body in conjunction with this attack, even just a little bit------------
Zaza!! Two lightsabers pierced Bedivere’s chest and lower abdomen! They penetrated from the front and penetrated from the back! Blood spurted out!
However, Bedivere still stood, and the fatal lightsaber passed by his heart and his liver, but did not directly penetrate the most important organ in his body!
Row! The werewolf young man used his last bit of strength to sweep across with his sword, chopping off the sword-holding hands of the gladiator Bereld! Bereld's chopped-off hands instantly lost the strength to hold the sword, and no one could hold it.
The lightsaber he was holding closed instantly, and the light blade disappeared!
The severe pain caused Bedivere to fall to the ground! And the gladiator whose arms were cut off also lost his balance, somersaulting in mid-air, following the inertia, flying over the head of the werewolf youth!
Plop, plop! Both of them fell to the ground at the same time. The pool of blood on the ground expanded rapidly. Both of them were seriously injured. Normally, it would be difficult to tell who was victorious and who was defeated.
However, Bediwell got up first. The stimulant he injected into his body also had a strong analgesic effect, so he didn't feel much pain after the attack. His blood pulsed and his heartbeat accelerated, and his chest muscles also swelled abnormally.
, luckily the wound was temporarily blocked and heavy bleeding was avoided!
But Bereld, who had his hands and feet cut off, was not so lucky. The gladiator with only two arms left could only lie on the ground, unable to get up and continue fighting no matter how he looked!
"But, damn it...I definitely won't..." Bereld was still trembling, trying to get up. The last remaining lightsaber in his hand gradually short-circuited due to the contamination of blood, and the light blade part began to clear.
Sometimes it dims, and even occasionally disappears.
"I will definitely...want to...defeat you!" The gladiator who should have fainted long ago is still holding on with his crazy obsession. He uses his blazing eyes that are burning like flames, and his bloodshot and outward eyes.
The bulging eyes made the werewolf young man feel guilty!
------There are still such stubborn people in the world!
You can't relax! You can't act rashly! You can't underestimate the enemy! That guy hasn't given up yet, he may attack with all his strength!
That final counterattack can even bite the lion's throat!
However, the nerves in Bedivere's body only tightened for about a minute, and the effect of the stimulant wore off! He instantly became extremely sleepy, even having difficulty standing up! The wounds on his chest and shoulders spurted out blood.
He couldn't stop it! He was confused at first, and the only thing left to do was to control himself and prevent himself from falling before his opponent!
The final showdown between the two warriors did not move a single sword or a spear. It was completely a spiritual contest --- or, in other words, a contest of persistence for victory!
(Damn bald man, why don’t you fall down!)
(If you don’t fall down, I will fall down!)
All the scenery in front of the werewolf youth had disappeared, leaving only darkness.
(Husky...!)
Yet he was still awake and standing.
(Husky!)
He saw his son in the hallucination. He shouted out.
(Husky!!!!)
He must never show weakness in front of his children! In the hearts of the children, Dad is a great hero.
How could a hero fall so easily?
"Really..." Gladiator Bereld noticed something in Bediwell's eyes that had traveled thousands of miles away.
Their [consciousness] and [pursuit] are not at the same level at all.
Bereld would rather die than lose;
But Bedivere would rather lose everything than lose the last hope.
Therefore, no matter what, the werewolf will not fall before the gladiator!
(There are actually people in this world who are more persistent and twisted than me.)
(What a hateful and pitiful little furball.)
Boom! The final contest came to a conclusion within a minute: it was the gladiator Bereld who fell first!
He completely lost consciousness, but a calm smile appeared on his lips.
"Win, the outcome is decided!" The bee golem used for filming flew by, and the referee's announcement came from among them: "The winner of the third game of the first group is the werewolf Bediwell!"
The goddess of victory smiles at the warrior who is most dedicated to victory---Bedivere won this extremely difficult duel!
After hearing this sentence, Bedivere fainted with relief.
"We were just dealing with a bald man, and that wolf was really embarrassed." Cador, the Knight of the Round Table who was watching the battle in the bridge, couldn't help but mocked. These words were obviously addressed to King Arthur, because Cador was very concerned about the recent king of knights.
There is quite a bit of criticism about the fact that he has always doted on Bedivere.
"Hmm." The King of Knights muttered, a little absent-minded. He seemed to have heard Bedivere calling someone's name before fainting, and the name sounded familiar. But the bee demon who was responsible for recording the game
However, I was unable to record the audio well because the interference in the battlefield was too severe.