Chapter 639: Attack on the Hidden Domain (9)

On a small hill on a small hill in the West Siberian plain about ten years ago.

A werewolf boy looks up at the stars.

"You're here, Babe. A rabbit boy stepped out of the grass and jumped behind the werewolf boy, "The lunar eclipse hasn't started yet, you're so early." The moonlight pierced the cloudless night sky and fell on the werewolf boy's body, reflecting the silver-white wolf fur of Bediwell, and the darkness on the boy's face.

"Well, I've been worrying a lot lately, so come here to cool off. The little werewolf sighed in a childish voice.

"What's the trouble? Anyway, I've been scolded by your father again, and I'm making trouble, right?" Ryder the rabbit man sat next to the werewolf boy, looking up at the starry sky, waiting for the lunar eclipse to come, "Bebe, our caravan is leaving tomorrow." Tonight is the night of the caravan in your village. I'm here to say goodbye. "Are you leaving?" the werewolf boy sighed as he sat down with his knees folded, "I'm going to be the only one left." "You're not alone, you still have your parents, and your brother—" "Don't mention them, okay?" the werewolf boy immediately interrupted, his tone a little angry, "Ryder, why don't I go with your caravan?" I don't want to stay in this village anymore. I'll go with you wherever you want. The rabbit was silent, as if considering the possibility of this.

After a moment, the rabbit boy who had experienced the wind and rain and was more sensible than the same age shook his head: "Forget it." You are not used to the life of our gypsies. Well, to put it mildly, we are free and do business everywhere, but to put it mildly, we are actually wandering around and cheating money everywhere. You're not on the same path as us, and this kind of life isn't for you—oh! The lunar eclipse has begun!" the silvery-white moon in the sky began to obscure the Earth's umbra, and in a few seconds it was completely dark. The silver light of the moon itself was replaced by a black shadow, and a faint red glow shone on the edge of the black sphere in the air, like a blood-colored ring.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work. The werewolf boy looked at all this, but his heart was full of darkness, "I really want to leave here." I want to live a completely different life. I've had enough of this life. It was as if Bediwell had heard a heartfelt cry that something bright had fallen on the moon.

Shiny, glowing golden, fragments of something. All this is reflected only in the eyes of the werewolf boy, and this secret is known only to him.

A meteor rushes into the atmosphere at an alarming speed and crashes into the two teenagers who are watching the moon.

"Oh, shit!" Ryder jumped to his feet, "Bebe, run! it's going to fall!" The werewolf boy sat still, squinting at the approaching meteor in front of him.

(Come on.) If you are my destiny. In an instant, the meteor had fallen. The giant light completely engulfed the two teenagers.

"Woo" Rabbit Man Ryder slowly got up, clutching his head in pain: "Beibei, are you okay?" The werewolf boy opened his eyes, only to see several arcs of electricity flash around his body. At the feet of the two of them was a meteorite crashing out, a crater about twenty feet deep.

The two teenagers, who were supposed to have died in ashes under the impact of the meteorite, were intact, and even the clothes on their bodies were not scratched a bit.

"I, are we still alive?" the werewolf boy was surprised, examining his body. Aside from the occasional arc of electricity from a lightning jump, his body was unusual.

"It's just a dream, yes, it must be a dream. The rabbit comforted himself, "Look, the eclipse is over!" The moon, obscured by darkness, regained its brilliance, radiating as white as ever.

"Make a wish on a shooting star and your wish will come true. Ryder comforted Bedeville, "You see, not only did you make a wish for a meteor, but you were also hit by a meteor. Your wish will come true, definitely!" The werewolf boy was still upset. He had the urge to be stoned to death by a meteor rather than continue to live in the village.

A few days later, the Eskimo village was bloodied by the tigers, and the Eskimo were wiped out.

The werewolf boy's wish came true in a twisted way.

This was an unexpected change for Bediwell.

When Bedwell woke up, he found Vivien stitching up his wounds.

with her hair.

The succubus hair, slender and steely, was both a needle and a thread, and moved autonomously under Vivien's control, more than any physician in the world could operate.

However, has the hair been sterilized?

"Are you awake, are you feeling okay?" asked Vivien emotionlessly.

"Woo, I thought I was dead. Bediwell coughed lightly, "How long have I been unconscious?" "It's not long, it's only ten minutes." The woman stitched up the wound on the werewolf boy's chest, cut off the hairs, and tied them in a strong knot, "This is just an emergency treatment, don't force it." Bedwell's gaze fell on Vivien's chest, the woman was supposed to be on the verge of death after being impaled through the heart by Jack with a lightsaber with divine enchantment. But Vivien's mastery of surgical suturing and her ability to control her own hair for suturing saved her life.

"That's right, I've stitched up my heart for the time being. Seeing Bedi staring at her chest, Vivien quickly explained, "I thought I was going to die." Fortunately, the injuries were not as deep as expected, and the black dragon armor robe that Lianyin lent me blocked most of the attacks.

I lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, secretly stitched up the wound in my heart, and waited for the [sacred] effect to pass.

However, all thanks to the efforts of the three of you. Without you holding the enemy back, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have a chance to save myself. "Hmm," the werewolf boy felt a crack in his chest before he could even say a word, and he struggled to get up, "What about Tristan and Palamides?" "I'm fine." The leopard warrior sat aside, waiting for the wound in his chest to heal. It was a terrible incision that almost cut Palamides in half, but the Emerald Knight's powerful self-healing ability can heal the wound in a short period of time, so there should be no need to worry.

Bediwell looked at Tristan. The Fish-Man Prince's injuries were much more severe, covered in blood, mottled with numerous bruises and wounds from the explosion, as well as crystal dragon scales that were half-shedding in the east and west.

Tristan had so many wounds on his body that even though he had been stitched up countless times, he still looked like a broken doll.

"Hi, Bedi," Tristan said angrily.

The werewolf boy looked very distressed: "We're going to send him back to the ship." Tristan was injured like this, and he couldn't fight anymore. "No, just let me rest a little longer. Tristan is still stubborn, "Soon it will be haode, and it won't hold you back." "Actually, there's no way we can go back. The way back was full of enemies. Vivien muttered under her breath, "We'll have to wait until the ship is repaired." Palamides' gaze cast to the room in the distance: "And we must move on." Bediwell immediately protested loudly, "What?!Do you want to leave Tristan here? There is no door!" Vivien and Palamides looked at each other, exchanging ideas with each other. After getting her husband's consent, the woman said to the werewolf boy, "Bedi, you should also stay here and wait for us to come back." Bediwell, who was about to continue protesting, was immediately stunned: "But I can still keep walking-" Morgan is in front of this, waiting for us. Palamides interrupted Bedi, "Those three are just part of the trump card in her hand. She must have more, more difficult men to deal with. You are injured like this, it is very difficult to stand, and if you go any further, you will be sent to death. "The same goes for you. Bediwell retorted.

"Even so," Palamides patted the werewolf boy on the shoulder, "we are adults, and we have responsibilities that adults should have. Even if the chances of survival are slim, we must keep going.

It is our responsibility to protect you children. Vivien also patted the werewolf boy on the head, "If we die, please take care of Zhalfir, Segrade, and little Pavher, okay?" (Don't!Don't talk like you're going to talk about what happened after you!) Bediwell wanted to scream, but some invisible liliang grabbed him by the throat, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say for a long time.

The Leopard Warrior continued, "I'll find a way to hold Morgan and her men down, and Vivien will find a way to activate [Level 2 Security Protocol]." Either way, be sure to stop the wall of shijie from opening. "And you," Vivien continued, "stay here and wait for the ship to pick up." Don't think too much about it, just protect yourself and live, okay?" After speaking, the two of them walked towards the little light in the distance, leaving Bedwell and Tristan behind.

The werewolf boy wants to catch up, but he has a companion to take care of behind him, and he is at a loss at the moment. The figures of the Paramidis had faded away, almost blurred and almost invisible.

At the same time, a terrifying noise began to be heard around him.

The huge circular building they were in was actually connected to the silica desert on the ground by a giant pillar. The giant pillar of the hollow structure was the elevator they had just ridden.

After fighting with three Twilight cultists, and resting for so long after the battle, some uninvited guests outside the building began to arrive unexpectedly.

The army of darkness, chasing Bedeville and the others, climbed up through the outer wall of the elevator pillar. They didn't know how to give up at all, and still targeted Bediwell and others, chasing and killing.

The sound that Bediwell heard was the muffled sound of the dark armies tapping on the outer walls of the building. They will soon cut through the façade of the building and storm Bediwell and Tristan.

The two of them are like ducks waiting to be killed.

"Bedi," the Fish-Man Prince called in a low voice, "Leave me alone, you hurry up." The werewolf boy did not answer, but grabbed the weapon in his hand and stood quietly beside his friend.

No matter whether it is an army of thousands of horses or a flood beast, the werewolf boy will not escape. Defending his friend until rescue arrives is the mission of the remaining Zuihou of Bediwell.