Chapter 1235: Rest and Recuperation in the Silent Night (12)

More than a month ago, on a cargo ship bound for Great Britain, Bediwell had the privilege of catching a glimpse of the [Ice Crystal] diving at the junction of subspace and reality.

At that time, Bediwell only thought that the Ice Crystal was diving in the subspace, but he never thought that the "subspace" that the Ice Crystal used for diving turned out to be the [Mirror World] that werewolves were most familiar with!

That's the [world] that Bedeville's best friend, Ryder the Rabbit possesses!A secret world that can only be opened by the artifact [Time and Space Ring - Anderward Lalot] that Rabbit Ryder carries with him!—however, Ryder must have died in the final Great War seven years ago. Why is [The Chrono Ring] still working?

Suddenly enlightened, Bediwell began to exclaim uncontrollably, "Why is Ryder's [Mirror World] being used on this ship's subspace navigation technology, what did you do to Ryder?!" Bediwell could clearly hear a strange noise. He finally figured out where the sound came from, and realized that it was the sound of Ivan clenching his fists hard.

"Without further ado, climb up for me. Instead of answering the werewolf's question, the half-dragon youth ordered in a tough tone, "Unless you want me to shoot you here and then take your body to the autopsy." Bediwell gave Evan a blank look to show his displeasure - albeit a feeble dissatisfaction. Unable to resist, he had to climb up the ladder and soon reached the tactical deck of the battleship.

"Immediately carry out dimensional ascent, ten yards horizontally. Acting Captain Nasandrona, who was immediately behind, commanded over the intercom.

The battleship immediately surfaced "in the water" and appeared in reality. Once back in reality, Bediwell only felt a sense of enlightenment. The afterglow of the setting sun shone before Bediwell's eyes, and the whole world was bright before the sun had yet set in Great Britain. In the distance, the base of the Western Heavenly Knights, Etenburg, looks particularly majestic in this bright light.

"Wow," the werewolf glanced at his feet, and couldn't help but take a half-step back cautiously. The Ice Crystal was moored in the sea outside of Ethenburg, and the tactical deck where Bediwell was located was at least thirty yards from the sea, and it was no joke that it fell: "So, how are we going to go down?" "Jump, of course." Ivan replied behind Bedeville, the coldness between the lines chilling.

"But I won't swim—!" Before Bediwell could protest, the werewolf felt a heavy kick on his ass: "Whoa

"Go pick up that idiot, don't let him drown. Evan ordered.

"Yes. Nasandrona gracefully jumped into the water and began to rescue the landlubber that was paddling wildly on the surface. Ivan also kicked his legs hard, jumped high from the tactical deck, and landed lightly on the cliff on the opposite coast.

At the same time, Egypt, in the basement of the Grand Casino in Cairo, in the [Dark Arena].

The Tiger Man in charge of the team leader, Captain Shiloma, held an oil-based pen in his hand and gestured on the whiteboard to explain the rules of the game to Albert.

"Dark American football, which is easier to understand than regular American football, is much more liberal and almost unrestricted by rules. Tigerman Shiloma shoved a bracelet in front of Albert: "Except for the fact that you can't slash with weapons or bombard with magic, all other attacks can be used." Punches and kicks, without exception. It's not so much a sport as it is a martial arts technique. "Ugh. Albert frowned. The Tiger has long heard that American football is the most barbaric sport in the world, but he didn't expect that dark American football is even more barbaric than ordinary American football.

"This is a magic bracelet, and it was prepared so that the players who appeared on the stage could not use magic to cheat. Shiloma glanced at Albert's left arm, "I know you're already wearing one, but for the sake of fairness, this one has to be worn too, at least during the game." "Yes. Without much thought, Albert put on the demon-sealing bracelet on his right wrist. The magic bracelet used in football matches is very different from the bracelet in Great Britain, it is much heavier, and it is not as comfortable to wear as the magic bracelet in Great Britain.

"And—" Shilomar grabbed Albert's arm again and said, "It's okay to punch and kick your opponent, but I'd better not do it." The armor everyone was wearing was excellent, and ordinary fists would not work at all. If you punch someone, you'll hurt yourself - if you have no choice but to do it, slap it. "Palm?" "It's not about hurting or defeating the opponent, it's about pushing the opponent's center of gravity with the palm of your hand, causing the opponent to lose balance and fall." This way you will have the opportunity to better get through the opponent's block. The tiger man shrugged: "However, that's a very advanced skill, you don't need to learn it for the time being." If your opponent rushes towards you to grab the ball, the best thing to do is to hold on to the ball and not let the opponent snatch it. It doesn't matter if you are pressed to the ground by the wall, as long as the ball in your hand is not snatched away, the attack is still in our hands, and we can continue to attack. "Until you reach the other party's bottom line?" "Until you reach the other party's bottom line." Shilomar nodded again: "But you can't keep falling to the ground continuously." You must advance at least ten yards to retain possession before running out of four consecutive offensive chances. When you manage to advance 10 yards out of four attempts, you will be granted a firstdown and regain access to the other four attempts. Albert nodded, "Understood." Anyway, it's just a matter of trying to advance ten yards before going down four times in a row, then getting another four chances, trying to advance ten yards again, and so on until you reach the enemy's baseline. The tiger man nodded approvingly: "If you succeed, it will be a touchdown, and you can get six points." Then there is the bonus game, which either kicks the ball into the opponent's goal to score one point, or rushes into the opponent's baseline in the form of a touchdown, which gives you two points. That is, a maximum of eight points can be awarded for one offensive possession. Shiloma glanced over at the scoreboard: "21-35, our team is still 14 points behind, and it will take at least two touchdowns to turn the deficit around." But the situation is even worse because our offensive and defensive lines can't stop the Giants' offense, and we're going to lose more points in their attacking rounds. "Can't stop Meow?" Albert glanced at his teammates around him, frowning. The orcs were strong, muscular, and their arms were all thicker than Albert's. Such a strong team can't even stop the opponent's offensive?

"It really can't be stopped. Captain Shiloma smiled wryly and pointed to the stands on the opposite side of the field: "Because it's the Guinean giants." Albert looked over and realized how bad things were.

The enemy team is a bunch of monsters.

Each member of [the Guinea Giants] is a pure-blooded giant. Even if the Giants were kept within a permissible height by using the Condensation Technique, each member of the opposing team was still over ten feet tall!!

Oh, my God. Fighting against this kind of monster, it's no wonder that the score will be far behind! Daddy Sphinx's [Sandstorm Sphinx Team] is composed of orcs, and the tallest tigers are only about six or seven feet, a lot shorter than the other party!

"Isn't this a foul?" Albert exclaimed, "Obviously the other side is not human?!" "This is dark American football, so there is no hard and fast rule that you can't let giants play." One of the leopard men said, "Today is not the most desperate, we have fought against a large group of hill trolls. The brainless trolls only knew how to go on a rampage, which was an insult to the game. Albert turned his head to see that the person who spoke was none other than Philios the Leopard Man. He was already wearing a team uniform and came to the lounge.

"Uh, Uncle Fileos is also coming to the game?" "Of course. Today's situation is more critical. Leopard man Philios glared at the group of orcs present: "You guys are too unreasonable, you actually lost to the mere giant team by as much as fourteen points! I have to train you well when I go back!" "But, that poor physique" said a sturdy leopard man in the team.

"It's all excuses. It doesn't matter if you're in poor physique or anything. Fereos said in a cold tone: "Grit your teeth on the ground, even if you die, you have to hold on to the last fourteen points, and you can't let them score another half a goal!!" "Oh oh!!" The players were encouraged by Feleos's words and began to cheer up. At the same time, the whistle for the second half sounded.

Albert was just about to play, but Captain Shiloma pulled him back: "What are you doing up there? "Uh, I don't have to play?" "Not for now, just stock up on your body." Wait until our offensive round to surprise those giants. The tiger man Shiloma shouted: "Guys attacking the defensive line, grit my teeth and hold on!I must break up the attack of the giants so that they don't get a point!!This is your last chance, and those who lose will wait to cut off their fingers and tongues, and then all of them will go to hell!!" "Oh, oh, oh, oh!!-" The orcs shouted in agreement, morale high. These guys are all underworld guys, and they know this game must not be lost. If they lose, they will be severely punished by their boss, the Sphinx Daddy!

With the boiling hustle and bustle of the audience, a competition that must not be lost is staged in front of Albert's eyes.