Chapter 1375: Trapped in the Trick (47)

Where there is force, there is a reaction force.The combined weight of the two people (connected equipment) is 500 kilograms, and the mass of these 500 kilograms crashes into the needle wall at high speed, which is almost unstoppable. But Bediwell's tungsten tongue whip spiraled like a spring, and the taut spring finally accumulated enough to support the weight of five hundred kilograms, and the two of them flew in reverse!

"Tarkas, your shield!" Bediwell shouted.

"Hmm!" the silver knight, who was already frightened, hurriedly raised his shield, ready to withstand the impact. And Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table riding on the back of the golden stag beetle, also jumped up and moved away from the stag beetle as fast as possible!

Pound!!!The two of them slammed head-on into the stag beetle's head, or Tarcas's shield struck the stag beetle's head, smashing the golem's head to pieces! Countless mechanical fragments flew out in all directions, and the two of them, along with the rest of the golem, slid backwards for a full three yards before stopping!

"Hurt, hurt, hurt" The werewolf got up from the ground, rubbing his waist.

"Well done, Mr. Beddyville. It's a breathtaking new move. Duke Gwen came over and picked up the silver knight, and said in passing.

"It's just a matter of urgency. Bediwell said with a pretense of modesty. In fact, he also sighed in his heart that he was witty, but he didn't expect the tungsten turtle tongue whip to be able to use it like this.

Gwen looked at Bediwell appreciatively, "I was going to say that what you did was against the proper conduct of a commander, but since you have the ability to turn the tide without getting yourself hurt, I have nothing to say." Bedwell wiped the little blood on his nose that had come out of the tip of his nose when he had almost hit the pinprick wall. It was indeed a trivial injury, although what had just happened was indeed dangerous, and if the werewolf's brain was half a second late, he and Tarcas could be seriously injured, or worse.

"Well," but Bedwell decided to divert from the subject, and kept it all to herself, lest she be further rambled by Duke Gwen, "for a damn transport, the security here is perverted. I really don't know what Eve's goddamn computer woman is up to. Come on, the data room should be a short walk in front of this hallway, just a few steps away. "They fought all the way, and the golden stag beetle golem that they had just killed was already the last enemy. In the path in front of them, there should theoretically no more enemies standing in the way.

"Again, wait—" The Silver Knight snapped his hands hard, trying to retrieve his large shield from the smashed stag beetle's head, "I'll be able to do it right away." Bediwell gave the Silver Knight Tarcas a disgusted look, "If you can, you'd better get rid of your heavy armor as well." Damn, that damn armor almost killed us!" "But—" "Do what the commander says. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, said unemotionally.

"Yes. Tarcas had no choice but to abandon his plan to retrieve the shield, and with a sigh, he removed his cuirasse, leaving only his armour, leg armor, and helmet.

"Again, you're absolutely right. Gwen and Bediwell were at the head of the procession, and the old Knight of the Round Table continued: "Although the sand ship is not equipped with any external armament, it can be seen that its role is much more than [transport]. Again, the ancients and their creatures have lied to us. "[Again]?" the werewolf frowned in confusion.

"Again. Duke Gwen snorted in a low voice, "Since Mr. Bedeville and His Majesty the Knight King are in close prominence, you may already know. In the Demon Swamp of the Turkic Everglades, there is a relic left by ancient people, and a huge database is hidden in it. The werewolf nodded. It was Vivien and Palamides who discovered the ruin seven years ago and solved its secrets. Great Britain's science and technology have developed by leaps and bounds in recent years, mostly thanks to the super-civilization technology of the ancient gods and men obtained from that relic database.

"That repository was supposed to be a great treasure trove for the benefit of all of us, but the ancients had reservations about us, and even in that repository there were countless logical traps and false information. We still haven't been able to completely crack that huge database, so we can only parse as much information as we can and get as much as we can from it. The initial cracking process was really tough. Later, it was because of the genius of Gwen Green that our cracking efficiency improved a lot. Still, it took Great Britain seven years to actually unlock less than one percent of the material from that huge database. "Damn. Bediwell snorted.

"So here's the problem. The Knight of the Round Table changed his tone to a seductive tone and asked, "According to legend, since the ancient gods and humans are inevitably going to be destroyed, and since they have decided to leave their old homes to us new humans, why should they have reservations about us? What is the purpose of the ancient gods, as a doomed race, to hide their secrets from us after they have perished?" Bediwell remembered where he had heard similar questions before. Yes, he had met a wonderful scholar in the village of the Pygmy cannibals of the East African highlands. Professor John Paul had asked similar questions to Bediwell and Palamides.

"Maybe it's just because the current people are still too stupid, not only technology, but also culture and cultivation have not yet reached the level that can withstand the technology of the ancients. Bediwell tried to reply: "If that high level of technology is passed on to people from the beginning, they will definitely abuse that technology, and they will blow up the earth." Step-by-step, it would be safer for people to unlock the super-civilization legacy left by the ancients step by step in the development of their own civilization?" "You have a point, Mr. Bediwell. Duke Gwen nodded convincingly, and asked no more questions.

Although Bediwell was not satisfied with the answer he gave. Seriously, what are the ancient gods and human races that have perished still plotting? Obviously they have perished, but they have reservations about their creations. Let such a huge ruin hide deep in the ground from being discovered, and let this "transport ship" sneak in the desert, and the ship is full of killing mechanisms, deliberately not allowing people to invade. What did the ancient people do all this for?

If Bediwell's statement is correct, then all is well. But what if Bediwell was wrong?

Perhaps, all this is not reserved for modern people at all. All this is the legacy left by the ancient gods and people themselves, so that these ancient people can one day make a comeback and still surpass modern humans in science and technology, so as to rule mankind?

It's scary to think about. The werewolf shuddered and walked to the door of the data room.

"Oh, awesome. He knew that there was no way to let them in this data room easily.

This was Eveb's last line of defense, but it was unbreakable. Because the corridor in front of the data room, which is less than two yards long, is densely covered with high-energy laser traps.

The output power of those red lasers was so high that Bediville didn't need the smoke emitted by Duke Gwynn to see the lasers directly with the naked eye. Moreover, the lasers are constantly neatly arranged horizontally and vertically, and the gap between each laser is only half a foot, no matter how you look at it, it is not a gap that a normal person can drill through!

It's impossible to pass. Unless Beddyville could turn himself into a mouse-sized creature and slip through those little crevices. Otherwise, the group would never have been able to pass through this outrageously tight laser trap array!

"It looks like it's a dead end. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, touched his bearded chin, "What should I do? Is there any other way in?" "This is the only way. "Bediville is well aware of the ship's construction. Although there are vents in the boat, the ship's ventilation system is perfect and it doesn't need large vents to ventilate, so those vents are basically the size of a human head. Not to mention adults, not even a six-year-old child can get into that kind of small vent.

The road in front of them was the only way to enter the data room. And this road is also blocked by a strict laser trap, and it is impossible to cross at all.

"It seems that the only way to stop the ship's power system is to cut off the energy supply. Gwen suggested again.

"Oh, trust me, you wouldn't want to touch the ship's powertrain. Bediwell sighed, "That damn power furnace almost killed me a few hours ago, and I managed to stop it working." And I think the ship's backup power supply is probably just as dangerous, and if it explodes, half of Africa will be flattened. The Knight of the Round Table snorted and said no more.

Just when everyone was at a loss and stood in front of the door in a daze, the magician in the team finally spoke: "Captain, what about the strange life-saving method you used before? I'm pretty sure you passed through the laser trap net with your own flesh, and the skin of your body was scorched a lot, but you weren't cut into pieces. What's going on?" Bediwell was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something.