Chapter 1398: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (14)

Ten minutes later.

"Be patient, I'm pulling it out. Bediwell looked at Elaine and whispered.

Elaine nodded bitterly, indicating that she was ready. Solal also only pressed Elaine's shoulder to reduce the White Bear's struggle.

So Bediwell pulled it out of the bearman's body.

Pull the last steel needle out of Elaine's abdomen.

The moment the steel needle was pulled out, the white bear's abdomen naturally spurted out a lot of blood. The white bear man lying on the ground was almost stained bright red by his own blood, and he trembled in pain. But the White Bears possess great regenerative powers, and the wounds in their abdomen are already healing rapidly - at least superficially blocked.

Beddeville and Solal then rescued Elaine from the operating table and picked up the White Bearman's sawn-off arms and legs, carefully picking them up for Elaine. They didn't need to be very skilled, they just properly closed the cross-section of the white bear's hands and feet, and everything else was left to Elaine's self-healing ability.

The cross-sections of the hands and feet, which had been violently sawn off and became bloody and blurred, began to slowly merge, and the broken and even broken arm bones and leg bones began to dock, merge, and eventually recover, while the muscles, nerves, and epidermis on them were constantly regenerating.

But this regeneration process is not as comfortable as imagined, in fact, Elaine regeneration is not going well, and she is sweating profusely in pain.

"Didn't they do anything to you other than torture you?" Bediwell, in order to distract Elaine and to get information, asked, "For example, did you inject you with some kind of drug or something?"

"I don't remember, I can't remember. Elaine shuddered and said, "They just tortured me, saying they were going to test my extreme, my limit or something." ＂

"The limit?" Bediwell frowned, "Is it testing the limit of your pain, or is it testing the limit of your ability to regenerate?"

"Hmm" The white bear man was still in pain and covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't answer for a while.

"That's enough, let him rest. Solal took off his coat and put it on the White Bearman's shoulders, though it did little to keep him warm.

"So, you shouldn't know how to be good in the future, and stop believing in people. Bediwell took the opportunity to teach Elaine a lesson.

The White Bear Man muttered something palely, in a language that no one could understand. Since he didn't understand, Bediwell didn't bother to pay attention to Elaine, but stood up with a long sigh of relief: "Hey." This is finally done, and we can leave as soon as Elaine is back on her feet. Where's Lord Gwen, when will he come back to join us?"

"What are you talking about, my friend?" Solal was a little absent-minded, his gaze still on Elaine and seemed genuinely worried.

"Will Duke Gwen come over and join us when he hides and releases that optical camouflage smoke?" Bediville repeated again, "It doesn't matter on our side anymore, he doesn't need to continue releasing smoke." How do you inform him and make him stop?"

"No, he'll stop himself. Solal said blankly, "Didn't I tell you just now?" Once Gwen covered the entire institute with his smoke, he would stop and go on some other mission. ＂

Bediwell frowned, "Of course you didn't tell me - what is the other mission?"

"Of course, it's an attack on the power distribution room of this research institute. Soral said with a look of course: "As long as this institute is completely cut off, we can leave more easily." ＂

"I see, I really have an idea. Bediwell tilted his head in praise.

Then he paused for a second.

Wait, something seems wrong.

"You mean, there's a power outage?!" exclaimed the werewolf youth, "Oh my God, look what you've done!—Oh no, is there any way to contact Lord Gwen?

"Why Terminate? I don't understand, my friend"

"There's no time to explain! I'll find a way to inform him!" said Bediwell, anxiously.

"He was not informed of the way to terminate the operation, but he was told that there was a way to start the operation. Soral pulled out the smoke ball Gwen had given him, "He said that if we find Elaine, throw this on the ground and break it, and then he'll know that we've made it, at the other end of the power distribution room—"

"I see!" Bediwell reached for it, "If you break this, you'll be in trouble!"

However, it was because of Bediwell's impatience that the smoke ball slipped out of Solal's hand and fell towards the ground!

"Oh no!" the werewolf slapped his silver bracelet, intending to pause time. To his surprise, the silver bracelet didn't work properly this time - it had been used up too much by Bedeville lately, and the [Acceleration Water] stored inside had been completely depleted!!

Beatyville watched in despair as the smoke ball fell to the ground with a sound like glass shattering. It shattered in an instant, then dissipated into a cloud of smoke, leaving only a small trace of ash on the ground.

On the other side, Gwen also seemed to sense that the magic he had released had been lifted, and he knew that Bedeville and the others had successfully rescued Elaine, so he sneered, raised his lightsaber and poked at the generator in the power distribution room!

The generator was pierced by the lightsaber and began to become unstable, expanding in bursts of electric light, ready to explode at any moment.

"Well, then, it's time for me to flash too. Gwen withdrew his lightsaber and jumped out of the power distribution room with a few turns, his skills not at all like a middle-aged or sixty-year-old man in his fifties and sixties.

Whoosh Whoosh - As the generator exploded, the power supply to the entire research institute began to become unstable, and the lighting system in the room they were in dimmed with Bediwell.

"Oh, shit. Beddie smacked himself on the head.

"What the hell is going on?" Solal still didn't understand, and asked Bediwell with a confused expression.

"There's something terrible stuff in the [garbage room] on the upper floor here, and it's been suppressed by the ultraviolet light in the hallway so it doesn't get out of control. Bediwell wrapped a tungsten tortoise-tongue whip around his arm, and the whip began to glow faintly in place of the fading lighting.

"If my fears come true, then we don't have time to dwell on them. He walked towards the door: "Elaine, can you stand up on your own?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, wait" The White Bearman's sawn-off leg had regenerated by this time, and he tried to stand up, but he fell down again in pain. That's right, although the leg bones and muscles were successfully connected, his nerves and blood vessels have not yet been completely regenerated. Now he is in pain when he moves casually, and it is not easy to run!

"It can't be helped. Solar, can you carry Elaine? Watch him run downstairs as much as he can!"

"What about you?"

"I'll go to the top of the stairs and keep up as long as I can for you!" Bediwell pushed the door open and ran out.

At the same time, the power to the institute was completely cut off, and the hallway began to be covered in darkness. Thankfully, the institute also had a complementary lighting device - a fluorescent lamp that emitted a cold pale blue glow. They don't seem to be powered by electricity, but instead absorb outside light to store energy, and only begin to fluoresce in complete darkness. Although the fluorescent light is faint, the research institute has a high degree of transparency, which means that the light of the fluorescent lamps can shine far through the ceiling and walls of the research center. The small fluorescent lamps, which were laid out on the walls ten yards apart, lit up throughout the dark laboratory, and brought plenty of light - enough for hours.

So, what's going upstairs? Bediwell looked upstairs. Of course, Gwen's optical camouflage smoke still spreads through the Institute, blocking the line of sight and making it impossible to see anything from a distance. Bediwell could only faintly see something moving in the "garbage room" upstairs, but what they looked like and how quickly they were moving out had to wait until they got close to see it.

The werewolf trembled to the top of the stairs, tungsten tongue whip in hand. He's run out of time magic, and the only thing he can rely on now is the electricity from this whip, and he just hopes it works.

Bang, bang, bang. The thing was getting closer. Bediwell could clearly hear the disgusting sound it was making. The sound was like the muffled sound of pieces of rotten flesh falling to the ground, and maybe some foul-smelling pus.

The contents of the [garbage room] could be described as a mass of rotten flesh, a collection of dead or struggling creatures, a mass of monsters. And without the thrust of ultraviolet rays, which it feared most, it was about to escape from the garbage room and start killing people to increase its companions.

Bang, bang, bang. It's getting closer.

In order to occupy a more favorable terrain, Bediwell moved one step further. Where he was, the bodies of the two guards he had left there could be faintly visible. He saw something lift the two bodies up, and the bodies were torn apart in an instant, absorbed by the thing, and fused with them!

This monster, living and dead, devours the same, merging everything with itself. It's something somewhere between a creature and a necromancy, and it's as dangerous as you can imagine.

The werewolf swallowed a mouthful of spit - it was in his sight!