Chapter 1355: Trapped in the Trick (27)

Needless to say, the portal was opened by the staff member on the other end.

There was a burning sensation coming from the other side of the door, through a layer of magic protection on the portal, spreading through the teleportation chamber. Could the heat be caused by the desert temperatures?, Bediwell, approaching the door, looking at its floating and distorted mirror-like appearance, wondering what was going on on the other side of the door.

"What are you waiting for? Evan and Tristan walked into the portal together, without looking back, only a reminder.

"What about Duke Gwen?" Bediwell asked, remembering that there seemed to be a lack of someone. He remembered that Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, had asked King Arthur to use the power of the Holy Spirit to bombard the Desert Ship. But where is Gwen running now?

However, no one bothered with Bediwell. Tristan and Evan had already crossed the portal, and the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, who was present, also looked at the werewolf youth like a fool. Bediwell couldn't help but find himself bored, and jumped into the portal with a muffled grunt.

As soon as he walked through the portal, he knew how stupid he had been.

The scene was already in a state of summoning the Holy Spirit, and a huge crater appeared in the middle of the desert, and the hot air slowly rose with the wind, twisting the air around it into a crooked one.

Hundreds of feet deep and thirty yards in radius, this massive crater was the work of Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table. Gwen had already accommodated the use of the Holy Spirit's power in the precedence of King Arthur's life, but still caused such great damage. Who knows what this place will be destroyed when Duke Gwynne summons the Holy Spirit with all his might?

Bedwell regretted that he had been late and had missed the opportunity to watch Duke Gwen summon the Holy Spirit. But perhaps he wasn't allowed to see it in the first place, so when Gwen used the Holy Spirit, no one called him.

Anyway, if you can't see it, forget it. Bediwell smacked his lips unwillingly and approached the edge of the pothole. From here, the entrance to the Desert Ship at the bottom of the pit could already be seen in the distance, and several magicians were currently casting spells on a vaguely visible protective shield in an attempt to widen the rift in the protective shield so that people could get in. Needless to say, the palm-sized crack in the protective shield was caused by Gwen's (the wielder) Holy Spirit.

It seems that there is still a little time to prepare before attacking the interior of the sand ship. No wonder Tristan and Evan are so laid-back.

"Mr. Bediwell. Seeing that the two young men had arrived at the scene, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, came over and greeted, "It's a pleasure to see you again." The Knight of the Round Table held out his hand to the werewolf youth to shake hands, and Beddiwell couldn't help but be a little flattered. He shook Gwen's hand and said shyly, "Just call me, call me Bediwell, Lord Gwen." "Yes, if you could just call me Gwen. "The Duke doesn't seem to be the kind of person who likes to put on a show, he's quite easy-going.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Gwen. The bearded middle-aged man smiled at the werewolf and said as if he were playing tricks on the werewolf, "Mr. Beddyville, I need to talk to you before the battle begins. "What are you talking about?" "To His Majesty King Arthur, you seem to be a very important friend of him. Gwen continued, "I know this by just looking. Bediwell didn't speak.

Gwen shrugged her shoulders and continued, "King Arthur is an um, a man who would never get close to outsiders. Except for a few close relatives, whether it was an important subordinate or a former friend, he had always maintained that lukewarm attitude. As a king, he was reserved and dedicated, and always maintained the majesty of a king. However, you, Mr. Beddywell, dare to call King Arthur by his name, and His Majesty is very affectionate towards you" "What the hell do you want to say, Mr. Gwen?" The werewolf youth became a little impatient.

"I want to tell you," said Duke Gwen, smiling mysteriously, "that if His Majesty King Arthur trusts you so much, I will trust you in the same way, Mr. Beddyville. Now that you have the trust of His Majesty King Arthur and know the inner workings of the ship, you should be in charge of this battle. "You're going to hand over the command to me?!" the werewolf youth was really shocked this time. Among the personnel involved in the operation, in addition to Tristan and other members of the royal family, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, is probably the person with the highest position. He didn't command himself, but asked a young werewolf who was nothing to command the battle, I really don't know what this big man was thinking!

"Are you sure?" asked Berdiwell solemnly, "Is it possible that my clumsy command will lead the ranks to destruction?" "As for your command ability, I have confirmed with Prince Tristan and Prince Evan in advance. With their strong recommendation, I personally think that there is no problem with your command ability. "Wait, what? Those two big men in those two families are highly recommending me? How is it possible!" Bediwell was furious at the mention of Tristan and Evan. Although Evan is old-fashioned and a little prejudiced against Bedwell, he is generally fine, at least he will not deliberately make things difficult for Bedwell. But what about Tristan? The fish-man prince longs for the werewolf youth to die soon! The two of them are a pair of enemies, and they will fight to the death at the first opportunity! Tristan is willing to put aside his prejudices and "highly recommend Bedeville", which is a strange thing that only happens in a dream!

Duke Gwen smiled indifferently and continued: "Don't be deceived by the appearance of things. They may be disrespectful in front of you, and they may even speak ill of you, but that doesn't mean they don't respect you behind your back. Bediwell couldn't help but laugh too: "You think too highly of them. "The werewolf youth (who thinks he is) knows very well how narrow-minded the Fishman Prince really is, and how twisted and vicious his personality is. Tristan is no longer the simple and cute Tristan that Bediwell knew when he was a child.

"Really?" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, still looked disdainful when he saw the werewolf, and didn't say much about it: "Anyway, you'll understand later." Ah, the mages have opened the way. Let's get on our mission, Mr. Bediwell. The werewolf followed the Knights of the Round Table's hope, and the mages had opened a gap in the shattered shield that was large enough for a man to drill through. Since the shield was likely to close later, the group of mages remained close to the breach, using their magic to keep the band open.

That being the case, it would be very inappropriate to continue waiting. Bediwell was reluctant to take over the commanding duties, but he did not have time to argue with Duke Gwen, so he honestly agreed.

"So, let's start the battle. The werewolf youth walked towards the gap in the shield. Evan and Tristan had been waiting in front of the gap for a long time, accompanied by two knights and a mage, presumably King Arthur's talent for this battle. But the Knight King obviously had other tasks on his part and did not participate in the operation.

"His Majesty King Arthur didn't come. Bediwell was a little disappointed. If Arthur had been there, the question of command would have been solved.

Tristan glanced at the werewolf youth, as if he was reproaching Bediwell, why did you say such an obvious thing.

Bediwell gave the mermaid prince a white look in return, and then fell on the gap in the shield: "So, break in!-" But no sooner had he finished speaking, than before the group could rush into the desert ship, a group of black and crushed things rushed out of it.

No, they are not "black pressed" things, they should be "golden shiny" things. When the desert sun shone on the group of unidentified objects, the golden light they reflected almost blinded Bediwell's wolf eyes.

They swarm in swarms, like swarms of locusts, but their dynamics are a little different from those of wild locusts?

What the hell are those golden things, Bediwell instantly understood!

That's right, they're the Golden Scarab Golems that Eve controls!

"Everyone, be on guard!" Bediwell shouted, pulling out the tungsten tongue whip from his waist!

He didn't know how powerful Eve's golden scarabs were, but the werewolves still knew a little about their principles and functions! They patrol the entire sand ship and are responsible for daily maintenance work, so they must have all kinds of abilities for cutting metal and welding objects! These abilities can be terrifying if they are used for hand-to-hand combat!

The first scarab golems to fly out were about a hundred, and they were already scattered in the air! They picked the closest victim to attack first, and surrounded several mages near the gap in the shield!

The mages were going to use their shields to defend themselves, but it was too late! The bugs began to gnaw frantically as soon as they stuck to the skin of people, cutting small wounds on people's bodies with the miniature blades of light on their arms, and piercing the welding guns on their butts like stingers into human flesh, causing the victims to scream in pain!

In the first minute of the battle, three mages had already fallen!

The situation was very chaotic, and the people were like a swarm of poisonous bees, all of them helpless, and they could only slap their bodies as hard as they could, trying to drive the damn bugs away! The knights were wielding lightsabers indiscriminately, but they couldn't cut the scarab golems at all! The army of golden scarabs was so large that they were scattered and agile that ordinary swords couldn't deal with it!

The best way to stop them is to - Bediwell immediately raised his tungsten tortoise-tongue whip, and instantly laid a spider's web-like trap in the air! At the same time, the werewolf gave orders to his Mithril prosthetic to release a high-voltage electric current!

The golden light shone brightly, and the current was emitted from the discharge organ inside the prosthetic leg, and then flowed through the whip, spreading throughout the whip net!