Chapter 1224: Rest and Recuperation in the Silent Night (1)

At the same time, on the deck of the [Battleship Britannia - Attack on the Palamides].

"It's over. Palamides sighed as he looked at the large hologram screen in the distance.

"It's over. Bediville echoed the fact that the final few matches were completed without a hitch. In this fierce battle of disparity and life-fighting, some people are happy and some are worried, there are candidates who are promoted in the future, and of course, there are also losers who have eaten the battle and been brushed down.

The last few transports returned to the deck of the battleship with the candidates who had won their battles to their belongings, and the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, had already arrived on the deck early with all his men, and before everyone had arrived, he could not wait to read it out:

"The first round of the knockout round is over!

Group 1:

Match 1: Silver Wolf Bediwell vs. Big. Mage Logan, Victor Silver Wolf Bediwell;

Group 2:

1st Field: Sir Paramides vs. Swordsman Selen, Ser Paramides the Victor;

Group 3:

Match 2: Viscount Luxford vs. Leopard Segrade, Winner Leopard Segrade;

Group 4:

Scene 1: [Hawkeye] Evan vs. Bandit Herf, Victor [Hawkeye] Evany;

Group 5:

Scene 1: Warlock Lorenz vs. Solael the Magic Swordsman, Victor Sollar the Swordsman;

Group 6:

Match 2: Warcraft Hunter Albert vs. Giant Nimitz, Victor Warcraft Hunter Albert;

Group 7:

Match 2: Critter Soroldorf vs. Fishman Prince Tristan, Victor Prince Tristan;

Group 8:

Match 2: Cutlass Moron vs. Elaine the White Bear, Elaine the White Bear, Winner;

Group 9:

Scene 1: Chanel the Dark Elf vs. Stan the Outlaw, Chanel the Dark Elf in Victory!

"Well, the result of course. Palamides moved his hands and feet and muttered under the stage. The winner of the first round was 100% within Paramidis's expectations, and there was not even the slightest suspense. Despite this, the leopard warrior had sweated a little for the little tiger and the white bear.

Kador seemed to hear Palamides' muttering, and glared at the Leopard Warrior from afar before continuing:

"Here's tomorrow's fixture:

Group 1, 2: veteran Vilford vs. gladiator Berelde;

Group 2, Match 3: Formalin vs. Syfer the Leopard Man;

Group 3, Match 1: Marksman Faris vs. Swordsman Bartók;

Group 4, Match 2: Sir Patrick vs. Mordred;

Group 5, Scene 3: Gunner Bardock vs. Sparta the Swordsman;

Group 6, Match 1: Dragon Knight Doha vs. Knight Christopher;

Group 7, Scene 1: Jodar the Warrior vs. Nion the Bounty Hunter;

Group 8, Match 1: Viking Warrior Hillhart vs. Earl Sandas;

Group 9, Scene 2: Knight Farok vs. Sniper Rael;

Please assemble on the deck of this battleship at 10 a.m. sharp!

Candidates who do not have an event scheduled for tomorrow can move freely, so please choose a plan that suits you for rest or preparation. Tomorrow's event will be broadcast live on CCTV in Cairo on nine channels, and you can watch other candidates on the hotel's TV, and today's event will be rebroadcast on TV after 8, 10 and 12 p.m.

That's all for you, you can disband!" Bediwell, Palamides, and Segrad glanced at Zhalfir in unison. Most of the group had played one game in today's event, leaving Zhalfir to play tomorrow. Is Zhalfir's opponent the trapper Formalin? Sounds like a tough guy.

"I'll win, meow. Zhalfir nodded to his companions, "Whether it's a trapper or a strategist, I'll beat him in my own way." Don't worry about meow. "It's good to be confident, but don't take it too lightly. Palamides advised his eldest son.

"Hmm," Zhalfir vaguely agreed, glancing at his father before quickly swimming away. That's right, even if he wins tomorrow, he and Palamides are in the same group, which means that the father and son will have to fight it out in the end. Faced with a formidable enemy who was about to fight to the death, even if that person was his father, it would be difficult for the young leopard man to open his heart to the other party.

"Alright, let's go back to the hotel. Palamides shrugged helplessly to hide the embarrassment at the moment: "Come to my room tonight for a combat meeting and get ready for our next battle." "Go back first," said Bedeville, "I'll stay here for Elaine and Albert." El's stupid is fine, but if we leave Elaine's kid alone in the ship's infirmary, he'll be panicking because he can't find his way back to the hotel. "It's not that exaggerated. Palamides scoffed, "He's not a child anymore. Bediwell replied with a wry smile: "He is much more childish than you think." "Whew. Zhalfir held back a smile as he gestured at the werewolf, "Mr. Bediwell, please give me your luna steel scimitar." I'll make further changes to your weapon when I get back to make it easier to use. "Very well, then I'll leave it to you. Without much thought, Bediwell shoved the scimitar to the Leopard Youth.

Although the werewolf was uncomfortable with emotion, Bedwell did notice in previous battles that the plug-in system transplanted to the Luna Steel weapon was indeed slightly inferior to the plug-in system of the original Britannia.

The original weapons with plug-ins in Great Britain can be activated instantly as soon as the trigger is pulled, and the whole process is silky smooth and refreshing, while the Luna Steel Machetar transplanted with the plug-in is a bit different, it has a delay of about a few tenths of a second from the trigger to the timing of the plug-in, which is a bit awkward to use. This little delay should be insignificant, but in a tense battle where life and death are on the line, it could be a weapon user's defeat.

Of course, Zhalfir can't be blamed for this. It only took a few hours, and with the little resources he had, to do the extremely difficult task of transplanting delicate electronic parts, and the young man had actually done a very good job.

Zhalfir also knew that Bediwell was aware of the problem, and that the werewolf was just too embarrassed to bring it up. This made the leopard man young man more and more embarrassed, and he scratched his head embarrassedly when he withdrew his scimitar: "Please look forward to it." I'll be sure to tweak the plugin system so that it can start without delay like the original plugin system. "Please. The werewolf took the opportunity to remove the tungsten turtle tongue whip from his waist: "This will be given to you too." It would be great to have a plug-in system on the tungsten tongue whip. "No, you can keep that weapon for now, meow. Segrade interrupted, "Although the odds are not high, there have been cases of opportunistic candidates sneaking up on their opponents while they were preparing for battle. Therefore, even if it is not in the middle of the game, you must always be vigilant and not take it lightly. "Got it. The werewolf nodded, glancing at the crowd around him. Most of the test takers began to disperse and took the transport boat back to the Grand Hotel in Cairo. However, some candidates refused to leave after eating, and seemed to have other plans. Since the organizers of the Round Table Trial did not explicitly state that candidates could not attack other candidates when they were not competing, that is, even after the competition was over, they must not be careless. A truly good fighter must be always vigilant and always able to protect himself. A guy who can be attacked by an enemy casually will not be able to become a good warrior after all, let alone become a Knight of the Round Table.

In this way, Elaine, who is now alone and has not recovered from serious injuries, is not even more dangerous?—— so he has to do everything he can to meet him.

"Well, then, I'm going to visit Elaine's little fool. We'll see you later. The werewolf waved goodbye to the three fathers and sons of Palamides, and walked towards the depths of the battleship.

"Mr. Bediwell," Segrade looked at the back of the werewolf in the distance. At this time, the transport boat responsible for picking up and dropping off the candidates also stopped next to the three fathers and sons of Palamides, and the knight in charge of driving on them looked like urging everyone to go quickly.

"Let's go back. Palamides patted his sons on the shoulder: "I'm really tired today, and I'll have to eat and drink a lot when I go back, hahaha." Do you have anything you want to eat?" "Dad, go eat it yourself, let's just ask the hotel to deliver food to the room." Zhalfir said with a serious face: "You have to hurry up and adjust the weapon." "Oh, I only care about work, and I don't even have time to eat with my father?" Palamides stretched his face: "Sure enough, children will leave their parents after all when they grow up." Alas, you two ungrateful boys, hey, life is so lonely—" "Alright, alright, meow—" The two brothers, Zhalfir and Segrade, agreed together in a depressed manner, "Eat, go eat first, meow." Unexpectedly, Palamides smiled mischievously: "No, I also ordered the hotel to deliver food." It seems like a lot of fun for you to prepare your weapons, so let Dad help too. "Daddy, you?" Zhalfir and Segrade immediately looked at each other, and this time it was their turn to stretch their faces. Although there are occasional creative ideas, their father, Palamidas, does not have a sufficiently elaborate craft at making weapons. Or rather, the craftsmanship of the leopard warriors fluctuates greatly and is very crude.

Bedeville's tongue whip, made from the tongue tendons of a swamp tortoise, is the best evidence of Palamides' rough craftsmanship - (before it was modified by Daddy Odin) that whip wasn't even "well-proportioned", the whip was about ten feet long, thicker here and thinner, and unevenly woven, making it unpleasant to look at.

The two leopard youths suddenly had an ominous premonition: Let Dad touch those sophisticated electronic devices, is there really no problem?