Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1355: Trapped in the deceitful way (27)
Chapter 1355 Trapped in the trick (twenty-seven)
Don't ask any further questions, this portal was opened by the staff at the other end who was in charge of the connection.
A burning sensation came from the other side of the door, through a magical protective film on the portal, and spread throughout the portal. Could this heat be caused by the temperature in the desert? Bedivere approached the door, looking at its constantly floating appearance like a twisted mirror, and couldn't help but wonder what was going on on the other side of the door.
"What are you waiting for? Keep up." Evan and Tristan walked into the portal together, without turning their heads, only urging.
"Where's Duke Gwen?" Bedivere remembered that he seemed to be missing someone, and couldn't help asking. He still remembered that Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, had asked King Arthur to use the power of the Holy Spirit to bombard the desert ship. But where is Gwen now?
But no one pays attention to Bedivere. Tristan and Evan had already crossed the portal, and Kador, the knight of the round table present, also looked at the werewolf youth like a fool. Bedivere couldn't help feeling that he was asking for himself and jumped into the portal with a groan.
As soon as he walked through the portal, he knew how stupid his previous question was.
The scene is already in the state of summoning the Holy Spirit. A huge pothole appeared in the middle of the desert. The hot air waves slowly rose with the wind, distorting the surrounding air.
This huge pothole is hundreds of feet deep and has a radius of thirty yards. Needless to say, it is the masterpiece of Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table. Gwynn had been accommodating to use the power of the Holy Spirit with King Arthur's life ahead of him, and yet still wreaked such havoc. God knows what this place will be ruined with Duke Gwyn trying to summon the Holy Spirit with all his strength?
Bediveville regretted being late, missing the great opportunity to watch Duke Gwyn summon the Holy Spirit. But maybe he wasn't allowed to see it in the first place, so no one called him when Gwen used the Holy Spirit.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you can't see it. Bedivere smacked his lips reluctantly and approached the edge of the pothole. From here, you can already see the entrance of the desert boat at the bottom of the pothole. At present, several magicians are casting spells on the protective cover that can be seen vaguely, in order to enlarge the gap in the protective cover so that people can get in. . Needless to say, the slap-sized gap in the protective cover was caused by Gwen's (power-controlled) Holy Spirit calling.
Looks like there's still a bit of preparation time before we break into the sand ship. No wonder the two guys, Tristan and Evan, are so laid back.
"Mr. Bedivere." Seeing that the two young people arrived at the scene, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, came to say hello: "Nice to see you again."
The knights of the round table extended their hands to the werewolf youth as a gesture of handshake, and Bedivere couldn't help being a little flattered. He shook hands with Gwen and said shyly, "Just call me Bedivere, Lord Gwen."
"Yes, if you can just call me Gwen." The duke doesn't seem to be the type to put on airs, he's quite easy-going.
"Okay, okay, Gwen...Mr."
The unshaven middle-aged man smiled at the werewolf and said as if he was playing tricks on the werewolf: "Bedivere [Mr.], I have to talk to you before the battle begins."
"What are we talking about?"
"As far as His Majesty King Arthur is concerned, you seem to be a very important friend of his." Gwyn continued, "I can see this clearly by observation alone."
Bediver does not speak.
Gwen shrugged and continued: "King Arthur is a...well, a person who will never get close to outsiders. Except for a few close relatives, whether it is an important subordinate or a former My friend, he has always maintained that kind of lukewarm attitude. As a king, he is reserved and dedicated, always maintaining the majesty of a king. However, you, Mr. Bedivere, dare to call King Arthur Your Majesty's attitude towards you is extraordinarily affectionate..."
"What are you trying to say, Mr. Gwen?" The werewolf youth was a little impatient.
"I want to tell you," said Duke Gwyn with a mysterious smile, "that if His Majesty King Arthur trusts you so much, I will also trust you, Mr. Bedivere. Since you have the trust of His Majesty King Arthur, and Knowing the internal structure of that ship like the back of your hand, you should be in charge of this operation."
"You want to give me the command?!" 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, probably had the highest position. Instead of commanding himself, he asked a young werewolf who was nothing to command the battle. I really don't know what the big man was thinking!
"Are you sure?" Bedivere asked solemnly, "Maybe my poor command will lead the team to ruin?"
"About your commanding ability, I have confirmed with Prince Tristan and Prince Evan in advance. With their strong recommendation, I personally think your commanding ability is fine."
"Wait, what? Those two families... those two big men are recommending me highly? How is that possible!"
Bedevier gets angry at the mention of Tristan and Evan. Although Evan is old-fashioned and has some prejudice against Bedivere, he is generally okay, at least he will not deliberately make things difficult for Bedivere. But what about Tristan? The murloc prince can't wait for the werewolf youth to die soon! The two of them are a pair of enemies, and they will fight to the death whenever they have the chance! Tristanken put aside his prejudice and "highly recommends Bedivere", which is a strange thing that only happens in a dream!
Duke Gwynn smiled lightly and continued: "Don't be fooled by the appearance of things. They may be disrespectful in front of you, and they may even speak ill of you, but that doesn't mean they're being disrespectful behind their backs. you."
Bedivere couldn't help laughing: "You look up to them too much."
The werewolf youth (thinks himself) knows very well how narrow-minded the murloc prince is, and how twisted and vile his character is. Tristan is no longer the innocent and lovely Tristan that Bedivere knew when he was a child.
"Is that so?" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, still looked disdainful when he saw the werewolf, and didn't mention it much: "Anyway, you'll understand later. Ah, the mages have opened up the way. Let's start the mission, Belle. Mr. Deville."
The werewolf followed the expectations of the Knights of the Round Table, and the mages had opened a gap in the already shattered protective shield enough for people to get through. Since the protective cover is likely to be closed later, the group of mages are still holding on near the gap, 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 command duties, but he had no time to argue with Duke Gwynne, so he honestly agreed.
"Then, let's start the battle." The werewolf youth walked towards the opening of the shield. Ivan and Tristan had been waiting in front of the gap for a long time, and there were two knights and a mage accompanying them. It was estimated that King Arthur had prepared talents for this battle. However, the King of Knights obviously had other tasks at hand and did not participate in this operation.
"Arthur...King...His Majesty didn't come." Bedivere was a little disappointed. Had Arthur been around, the issue of command would have been solved.
Tristan glared at the werewolf youth, his eyes seemed to be blaming Bedivere, why would you say such an obvious thing.
Bedivere also gave the murloc prince a white look, and then his eyes fell on the gap in the shield: "Then, break in!------"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, before the group of them rushed into the desert boat, a group of black things rushed out of it.
No, they are not "black" things, they should be "golden" things. When the desert sun shone on the unidentified objects, the golden light they reflected nearly blinded Bedivere's wolf's eyes.
They swarmed in swarms, like swarms of... locusts! But their dynamics are a bit different from wild locusts?
What the **** are those golden things, Bedivere instantly understood!
Yes, they are the golden scarab golems controlled by Eve!
"Everyone be on alert! Use a protective formation!" Bedivere shouted, and at the same time he had already pulled out the tungsten tongue whip from his waist!
He doesn't know how powerful Eve's golden scarabs are, but the werewolves know a thing or two about their principles and functions! They roam the entire sand boat and do the day-to-day maintenance work, so they must be capable of cutting metal and welding objects of all kinds! These abilities can be terrifying when used in close combat!
The scarab golem that flew out first came from about a hundred people, and it was already scattered in the air! They picked the closest victim to attack first, and surrounded several mages near the gap in the shield!
The mages were about to use their shields to protect themselves ~IndoMTL.com~ but it was too late! As soon as the bugs stick to people's skin, they start to gnaw wildly, using the tiny light blades on their arms to cut small wounds on people's bodies, and pierce the electric welding guns on their buttocks like poisonous stingers. In the flesh, let those victims scream in pain!
In the first minute of the battle, three mages had already fallen!
The situation is very chaotic, people are like being surrounded by a swarm of poisonous bees, all of them are helpless, they can only try their best to slap their bodies, trying to drive those **** bugs away! The knights were wielding lightsabers, but they couldn't cut the scarab golems at all! The army of golden scarabs is large in number, scattered and flexible, and ordinary swords can't deal with it at all!
The best way to stop them is ------
Bedivere made a decisive decision, raised the tungsten tortoise tongue whip, and instantly set out a complex trap like a spider web in the air! At the same time, the werewolf also gave orders to his Mithril prosthesis to let it emit high-voltage current!
Smack zi zi zi zi! ! The golden light shone, and the electric current was released from the discharge organ in the prosthesis, and then flowed through the whip, spreading across the entire whip net!