Chapter 1532: Dream Broken in Qiming (11)

About thirty minutes later, Albert felt the shaking of the sand boat stop. It should have reached a destination, whether it was returning from a match or having just arrived in the Congo.

The tiger sighed and tried to get up from the hospital bed. After lying down for a while, his wound was closed, at least it didn't hurt so much. As he got up, Mutter shuddered and woke up, "Uh! you're up?"

"Please tell me that we are on our way to the race. Albert asked, slightly uneasy. He should have taken the opportunity to ask Daddy Sphinx, but Daddy Lionman was there talking about a bunch of very serious topics, so serious that Albert couldn't interject to ask anything else. So he kept the uneasiness in his heart until the moment when the sand boat stopped, and then asked the cat man boy.

"Don't worry, the game hasn't started yet. The cat-man boy replied, "But if you are injured like this, don't participate in the competition, lie down." We'll figure it out when it comes to the game. ＂

"Bastard. Albert stubbornly got up: "How could you have won the battle against that despicable fellow without my help—bring me the dagger I had with me." ＂

"This?" Mutter found a small dagger from Albert's clothes on the side, "What's the use of this?"

"Your ship's doctor is really up to par, and you don't even know how to use this thing. After taking the dagger, Albert aimed it at the wound on his shoulder and pulled the trigger of the dagger plug-in system.

The dagger's plug-in system sprayed a pale green medical gel, a jelly-like thing that sprayed onto Albert's shoulder, bonding to the original bandage, making it thicker. The gel itself carries a portion of peppermint and painkillers that also give Albert a refreshing and invigorating sensation, which can slightly reduce the pain of the wound.

"And the bandages, meow, help me wrap it around again, tightly. Albert commanded.

"You shouldn't be in the race—"

"I know best what my own physical condition is, and I don't need you to intervene. Albert viciously interrupted the cat-man boy, "Hurry up. Our jersey and protective gear are also meowing, and after the bandages are wrapped, please help me put on the protective gear. ＂

Muth then gave Albert a blank look: "You want to die, right? Okay, I won't stop you." ＂

He came over and wrapped Albert in a circle of bandages, which gradually thickened and thickened, making Albert look like he had doubled in strength. Because of the pain of pressing the wound, the tiger snorted a few times, but the bandage was finally entangled, the protective gear was also put on, and Albert, who was wearing an American football jersey, got up from the hospital bed and pretended to be handsome: "Next, let's go and beat those despicable guys." ＂

"If only that. Mutt grunted as he put on his protective gear. Since this morning's attack, there has been no further movement from Congo's royal air force. Although the Sphinx Daddy's sand ship is also fully armed, and there is a dragon knight Doha on board to help escort the ship, the Congolese air force should be far more than so weak. The Congolese air force would back down so easily, either because they had other plans, or because the Congolese Desert Eagles were so powerful that there was no need to make any more small moves before the game......?

Either way, you won't know if you haven't actually played against those opponents. Albert was thinking about the same thing, and when he found out that the sandboat had successfully reached its destination, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

Albert walked out of the infirmary with Mutter and stepped off the sandboat, where they saw a group of Sandstorm Sphinx players already waiting for them. The Sphinx Daddy has disappeared, and he is probably still resting on the sandboat.

And the huge steel building in front of them is the Congo Stadium. However, it was more of a steel bunker than a stadium. The highly militarized stadium was guarded by the army, even on the perimeter.

Albert couldn't help but get even more nervous when he saw it, as if they would have to go through a big battle when they walked into that stadium before they could get out alive.

Is there really no problem meow?

Hearing Albert swallow his spit with a "grunt", Shiloma guessed Albert's thoughts. He came over and said, "Don't worry. No matter how much the Congolese army wants to kill us, they will not be able to do it in plain sight. The Dark American Football Super Cup will be broadcast live to the grand tournament of all of Africa and all of Europe, and no matter how bold the Congolese guys are, they will never dare to expose their country's barbarism and lawlessness to the eyes of the whole world. ＂

"I hope so. Albert snorted. He only knew that he had to be careful in this kind of steel fortress full of intrigue, and even if he went to the toilet in the middle of the game, he couldn't go alone. Every dark corner of the stadium is filled with ill-intentioned figures, and the young tigers must assume that every ill-intentioned figure here is an assassin who has come to assassinate Albert and Mutter.

The nervous Tiger Youths walked into the Congo Stadium with the whole team. At the same time, there was another team on the opposite side heading towards the stadium. Albert then relied on his excellent eyesight to look at the team from afar. When he saw the entities of the so-called "players", he couldn't help but snort angrily and annoyedly: "So our opponent this time is not even a creature anymore." ＂

His statement is not bad at all. The players sent by the Congolese Desert Eagles this time are not creatures at all, they are all a group of golems.

More precisely, a group of golems made of wood.

One by one, the wooden figures walked skilfully and unnaturally formal, and entered the stadium. They are as light as swallows, well-equipped, and have body-like fluidity like real people.

Yet no matter how much these wooden figures pretend to be real people, they are always golems, machines, cold, inanimate things. This kind of thing can also be played?

"Isn't that a violation of the rules?" Albert protested to Hiloma.

"Diablo American Football allows any race in the world to compete. As long as they can hold the ball with their hands and run to the bottom line of the opponent's position with their legs, they can participate. Captain Shiloma said, already focusing on the group of wooden men, "Their golems are not out of order. If you hadn't done anything to the golems. ＂

"What do you mean?"

"Be careful in the next game!" Shiloma led the team into the stadium and warned his teammates, "Especially the guys on the offensive line!

Only then did Albert understand what Shilomar meant. That's right, since those are golems, the possibility of them hiding various weapons in their bodies is very high. The physical examination of the conference may not be able to detect all the weapons hidden in the enemy's body, not to mention that this is the home of the Congo.

If you are suddenly stabbed a few times by a close opponent in a match, it is not a joke.

"Of course, I will also protest to the organizers of the conference and ask them to strengthen the physical examination of those golems. Shiloma continued: "So don't worry too much, it's enough to keep an eye on the collision with the opponent, and the focus is still on the game itself. ＂

"Since you say so-" Albert had nothing more to complain about, and followed the group into the court.

After both teams appeared, the Congo Stadium was suddenly boiling. The stadium itself is a steel fortress-like design with a ring of arms, which not only accommodates a large number of spectators, but also adds to the momentum of the entire stadium, because the cheers of the spectators in this stadium will constantly echo throughout the ring, and countless echoes will be superimposed again and again, even if there are only a few people in the stadium, it can create an extremely powerful audition effect.

"Wow. "However, the design of the stadium is secondary, and it was the crowd in the stadium that really scared Albert.

As the Super Bowl race heats up, more and more people come to watch each game. The Congo Stadium, which can accommodate more than 100,000 people, was really full this time. More than 100,000 spectators shouted, cheered, or cheered in the stadium, and their voices could deafen Albert's tiger ears.

And Albert, do they have to fight against a group of wooden golems in this stadium surrounded by more than 100,000 people this time and win the game?

It's ironic. Albert muttered to himself.

The man-machine war is on the verge of breaking out, and the whole world is watching. People want to see if people are better or if cold machines are better.

Kickoff. The Congolese Desert Eagles, who won the draw, made the first attack, which meant that the ball was kicked by the Sphinx. The kicker kicked the ball into the depths of the enemy line for the Congolese group of woodmen to pick up.

"Ha-a-aa-aa!" And Gusta, who was in the center, also led the offensive line to press up.

Boom! The offensive and defensive lines of the two teams collided with each other, making a dull sound. Although the golems of the Desert Eagles are made of wood, the players in the offensive and defensive lines are all replaced with special extra-heavy ironwood limbs, and the wood is also equipped with extremely powerful enchantments. Therefore, these Ironwood Golem offensive and defensive players can easily collide with heavyweight orcs such as Gusta, and they are not inferior to orcs in terms of physical strength and strength!

Then Albert saw the real horror of the Desert Eagles - their outfield receivers were running at monstrous speeds to catch the ball, and they were flipping their upper bodies over and running in the opposite direction!