Text Chapter 1848 - The Wheel of the Sun (52)

Chapter 1848: The Wheel of the Glory of the World (52)

Bediwell knew it was a spirit, and something that had split from the mass of spirits in Great Lawrence's hands. He had always been wary of this inexplicable spirit, so instead of accepting this so-called [spell fire] immediately, he put the tinder in a bottle and saved it for later to consider whether or not to accept it.

After all, according to Lawrence the Great, the fire of spells cannot be discarded once received, and it will accompany the spellmaster for life, an extension of the soul of a spellcaster. It's the equivalent of a spirit parasitic in Bedeville's body, interacting with Bedeville's own photons, and God knows if there are any side effects of this thing?

But now, yes, just as Bediwell was being ravaged by the enemy's frantic onslaught, and even if he tried his best, he had no chance of winning, and his life was completely hanging by a thread, the bottle containing the fire of spells was shattered.

As if by the call of fate, the contents of the bottle, which does not know whether it is evil or auspicious, or whether it is evil or evil, reveals its true nature without restrictions.

And all these strange phenomena that are happening in front of Bediwell's eyes are probably the ghosts it is doing.

Photons are originally a kind of particle, which can accelerate to infinitely close to the speed of light, and it can also transmit data infinitely close to the speed of light to achieve the purpose of communication. Bediville rarely uses the Internet, but he knows that the world's photonic Internet uses similar means to achieve near-latency synchronous wireless communication around the world.

I don't know why, Bediwell just understood that the world in front of him was not actually static, but that the fire of spell spoke to Bediwell's mind at a speed close to the speed of light, so the world seemed to Bediwell's eyes to be close to static.

It speaks, and it will surely say more, in order to serve its purpose.

[There's nothing to be afraid of.] ］

Sure enough, the voice sounded in Bediwell's head, and it was egging him on.

The vague form of a woman appeared in front of Bedeville's eyes, this woman's form was made up of flame-like light, but there was no fire, just photons.

[Accept the fire of the spell, I can give you strength, and you can survive.] ］

[Without accepting the fire of spells, we must all perish.] ］

This fact alone could not be denied by Bediwell.

Although he could still resist the onslaught of the sun bug a little with the power of the medicine, he knew that he would definitely not be able to hold out all the time. The defense alone was exhausting him, and he didn't even have a chance to counterattack. And in the end, he ran out of strength and was unable to fight back, and he had only one way to die a tragic death.

The fire of spells did not want to die with the demise of Bediwell, and Bediwell certainly did not want to die. Even if not willingly, the werewolf youth must come to a conclusion with this spirit flame of unknown origin.

(Okay.) ）

He agreed, no matter what side effects followed, it would be better than dying here.

(No matter where you come from, save me first, and save yourself.) ）

[Whew.] ］

Bediwell seemed to hear a light laugh, but he could never know. Immediately, the form of the fiery woman in front of him vanished, turning into a ray of light that rushed into Bediwell's chest. Then there was the heat, and though time seemed to stand still, Bediwell felt the heat in his chest like a fire in that moment. Time that is completely stagnant is beginning to recover, or rather, it is not frozen at all, but Bediwell once had the illusion of time stagnant, and this illusion ended with the completion of a deal!

The fierce offensive and defensive battles continued, and the whips and scimitars collided with the opponent's bayonets without stopping at all. Fatigue also came along with this fierce offensive and defensive battle, filling everything in the world that the werewolf youth could feel.

However, Bediwell, who was feverish, felt a surge of power from his body, no, it should be said that there was a heat gushing out. His body emitted flames, flames that didn't burn his flesh, but that glowed. An athermic flame light produced by bit difference.

Because of the glow of the flames, the thorny tentacle that clung to Bedeville flinched. It let Bediwell go, and the werewolf youth fell into the black water.

However, Bediwell did not fall into the lake, and he adjusted his position in mid-air and landed on the water.

He stayed on the water.

That's not floating, it's levitating. Except for the part below the knee that fell into the water, his whole body was floating on the water, and it can even be said that he was standing on the water.

The phase contrast flame that surrounded Bediwell produced a special physical phenomenon, which had an effect similar to that of spatial collapse, and this spatial collapse made Bediwell's whole body have a certain buoyancy and make it easier to stay in the space he was in.

"Well, this saved me from drowning as a landlubber. And then?" Bediwell grumbled. Although he did not fall into the water and drowned, he only felt that his whole body was tense, as if his whole body was soaked in a sticky jelly, and he could not move easily. In this situation, he moved too clumsily, and he was still at an absolute disadvantage in battle, but in fact, it was not much better than drowning.

However, there was no need for him to ask. In the half second he hesitated, the bayonet arm of the Sunworm had already attacked, and at least thirty bayonets that could hit Bediwell. Bediwell wanted to swing his whip or scimitar to block, but it was too late, they got too close and could hit the werewolf youth in no time!

However, just as they were about to hit, the bayonets' attack trajectory was mysteriously bent, as if it had been forcibly bent by some powerful force. More than 30 bayonets grazed past Bediwell, but they did not hurt the werewolf youth in the slightest. It was the phase difference fire emitted from Bediwell's body that formed a protective shield-like effect, forcibly deflecting the attack that was not very powerful!

"I see. Bediwell snorted. Although this Incineration Fire greatly reduced the werewolf youth's movement speed, it brought him the special effect of deflecting weak attacks, but none of the attacks from the Sun Worm were heavy hits, and almost all of them could be resisted with the Incineration Fire, or they could be deflected. Comparatively speaking, Bediwell, who can only move slowly, will not be at a disadvantage of being attacked at any time. Unless the opponent can unleash a more powerful slam that even the Burning Fire can't deflect, Bediwell is basically invincible!

However, the sunworm did not believe in evil at all, and it stubbornly swung hundreds of bayonet arms at the werewolf youth. One after another, the sharp bayonets with orange-red light were about to hit Bedeville, who was standing there slowly walking towards the enemy, and opened countless blood holes in the werewolf youth's body. But they had mysteriously deflected away before they could hit Bediwell, and the attacks slashed past the werewolf youth one by one, but they were never able to hit Bediwell!

The attacks are not too intensive. Bediwell moved half-standing on the water, and at a slow pace, for the fire that had entangled him had sound and light, and could not have been more powerful. Of course, the thousands of bone gobs under the surface of the water will not sit idly by, they are stimulated by the light and sound, and they have long been unable to resist the urge to attack, and have jumped out of the water to attack Bediwell, and some bone gobies even swim directly from the water to Bediville, wanting to bite the legs of the werewolf youth!

But they all failed. Whether it was the flying pounce of the bone goby or the sneak attack coming from the bottom of the water, the attacks of these bone fish mysteriously grazed past Bediwell's side, and even only lightly swept over Bediwell's body by half an inch, but they were never able to directly hit the werewolf youth. The phase difference flame light brings a kind of effect similar to repulsion, everything that approaches the body of the werewolf youth will be repelled and deflected by this mysterious repulsion, and only an absolute slam that is really enough to resist this repulsion can really threaten the safety of Bedeville!

Bediwell walked forward unhindered, pacing for about thirty paces, until he finally reached the front of the sun worm. The thing was huge and towering, and looking up at the sun worm was like looking at the sun in the sky. However, for some reason, the werewolf youth was not afraid at all, and the fierce opponent could no longer threaten him.

All of the Guardian's attacks have been ineffective, and it has now recognized that fact. So it withdrew its thousands of arms that were scattered like the sun's rays, and two large, but clumsy limbs protruded from its back. The limbs were very different from the glowing bayonet arms of the sun bugs, and the end of them, though also very sharp, was heavy and barbed with countless barbs, and they were more of a saw than a bayonet.

With this, it may be possible to rely on brute force to break through the [Incineration Fire] used by Bediwell's protection, but these two insect limbs are large and thick, and the heavy attacks they use are extremely slow. Although Bediwell couldn't move quickly to dodge, he was confident that he could block his opponent's attack with the Black Moon Steel Scimitar.

Oh no, add something more.

The werewolf youth didn't know about spells, but he had this idea in his heart, and the spell fire responded to his idea and began to cast spells. A ball of flame erupted from the palm of Bediwell's left hand, a viscous flame that was so strange that it seemed to be attached to another weapon.

Without even thinking about it, Bediwell took the flame and swiped it on the Black Moon God Steel Scimitar in his right hand.

That's right, it's an enchantment, an enchantment that uses spells to attach to a weapon. The blazing flames attached to the Black Moon God's steel scimitar, burning extremely vigorously.

"Let's have a showdown. The werewolf youth pointed his flaming scimitar at his opponent and said.