Chapter 1408: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (24)

On the way deep into the underground cavity, Bediwell also took the opportunity to repeat the content of the conversation with Kana just now. Of course, he didn't want Kana's identity to be revealed (and he knew that Albert was not strict-mouthed), so he deliberately concealed Kana's identity and referred to him as [a mysterious lady].

"Is that so. This mysterious lady knows a lot. After listening to Bediwell's retelling, Gwen nodded thoughtfully, "The black-robed man said something similar before. They seem to want to use Elaine to create the so-called [Most Powerful Stalker]. I guess it's the same thing. ＂

Werewolves don't speak. According to Kana, Elaine was probably injected with drugs with the virus when she was sent to the institute in the first place. The drug hasn't taken effect yet, but I'm afraid it's only a matter of time. What it will eventually turn Elaine into is unknown.

As if aware of her fate, Elaine's face turned pale the more she listened. The white bear man trembled in panic: "My body, body, what have they done to me, my body, what I don't want to become a monster, a monster!"

"Don't be afraid, Elaine. Just hold on a little longer. The werewolf had no choice but to carry the white bear man forward while comforting: "After we send you back to the warship's medical room, the people of Great Britain will definitely find a way to get rid of the virus in your body." You haven't turned into a monster until now, which means you're very resistant to medicine. As long as you can get through it now, you will be able to get through it later. ＂

"Really, really?"

"Hmph, that's hard to say. As if on purpose, Albert suddenly sang the opposite tune to Bedeville: "Maybe it's a destructive effect on the genetic level, and there is no way to reverse it?"

"No, don't!" the White Bear Man panicked even more.

"Don't scare him, you stupid tiger!" Bediwell would have liked to go over and punch Albert if he could, "Elaine, too! Don't listen to that stupid cat's nonsense." Just concentrate on fighting that virus in your body!"

"Uh-huh," Elaine muttered under her breath. His condition is really worrying, the kind of situation that you don't know when he's going to get out of control and turn into a monster. At that time, the problem is estimated to be serious, so they need to send Elaine back to the British battleship Palamides as soon as possible for a detailed medical examination.

Just as Bediwell worriedly carried Elaine through the glass cavern, the situation around him began to change.

That's right, something is coming. Bediwell could feel a large crowd of creatures surging about three hundred yards behind him.

Is it a pursuer? probably. From the sound of the footsteps and the heaviness in the air, it can be assumed that there were about a hundred creatures. It is estimated that it was the people of the Muhammad merchant group who found out that Bedivir and the others had escaped at this time, so they hurriedly dispatched a large group of guards to chase them.

"Al, come here and help, it's time to speed up. The werewolf commanded.

"Okay, okay. The tiger looked indifferent and came to help. Albert and Bediwell alone helped Elaine, who was actually almost carrying the White Bear, to speed up their flight.

However, the voices of the group behind them were still getting louder and louder, and they were getting closer and closer. Sure enough, Bediville didn't run fast enough when they took Elaine and were chased by the heavily armed guards!?

"No way, I'll delay it here. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, who was at the front, slowed down, "Keep running, don't stop!"

"Oh!" the werewolf ran harder with the white bear.

And suddenly at the end of the team, Gwen, who was in charge of the broken back, released an orange-yellow smoke. Such fumes are corrosive, and when they are concentrated in high concentrations, they are extremely deadly. But Gwen couldn't instantly release a large amount of this high-concentration corrosive smoke, and once he could disperse, the lethality would be greatly reduced. However, this was enough, if the group of pursuers following behind them were normal humans, they must be panting at full speed at this moment. If they were to face the corrosive yellow smoke head-on, they would have to gulp the corrosive smoke into their lungs. The smoke irritates their lungs and stings in their chests like flames. The sting may not be enough to kill, but it can force a person to slow down and not be able to pursue any deeper—after all, when one inhales heavily, one inhales a corrosive smoke, and if one does not inhale, the oxygen supply is insufficient.

The yellow corrosive smoke emitted by Gwen quickly spread widely in the cavern behind them, catching up with the sound of the group of trailing footsteps. Gwen thought his plan would work, but to his surprise, his corrosive fumes were completely unable to stop his pursuers from going deeper. The footsteps were still approaching in an increasingly noisy rhythm.

"Can't get rid of it?" Bediwell also sensed that something was wrong.

"Presumably wearing a gas mask. Duke Gwen said with a little disappointment, and at the same time wrapped a high concentration of corrosive smoke around his lightsaber: "There is no way, since they are chasing after them, they can only kill them all." ＂

Since there is no way to stop the pursuers, the plan will be changed slightly, and Gwen will be responsible for eliminating the pursuers one by one. He had tried to avoid this, after all, it was hundreds of innocent lives - but who was to blame? The guards had been doomed to no future from the moment they decided to work for the Muhammad merchant group and to serve the tigers.

Having decided that they were going to fight, they began to prepare for battle as they ran. Even though they knew they were going to be chased (after all, they still had Elaine as a huge burden), and they continued to run for a moment, as far as they could, just as far as they could.

They were in a long and narrow corridor of a large underground glass cavern, which could pass through the bodies of about five or six people, and the road in front of them seemed to get narrower and narrower. It is not good for them to start a war in such a place -- the enemy is outnumbered, and even if a group of them die, they will continue to attack without stopping, but in this narrow terrain, Bediville and others can only fight defensive counterattacks, and there is no guarantee that they will be able to avoid every blow of the enemy, and if they continue to fight for a long time, they can only accumulate injuries and fatigue, and finally lose the strength to fight and are ready to be captured.

Boom!Beddiwell and the others ran nearly twenty yards further, and the situation behind them became more and more tense. The loud and uninterrupted sound was like the roar of a well-trained army marching in a hurry. The more he heard the footsteps so neatly, the more Bediwell wondered. Since the opponent's rhythm is so well controlled, it means that this group of guards must have a high degree of coordination in the battle. As I said earlier, it was the disadvantage of the Bediville in the narrow terrain, and if the other side was so cooperative, this disadvantage would be magnified infinitely. Although they have the extremely reliable companion of the Knights of the Round Table, Duke Gwen, God knows how their team will be tortured and killed by the enemy's high degree of cooperation?

On top of that, Elaine can't take part in the fight now, and has to be distracted by someone else to take care of him

All in all, the situation is simply dire to the extreme.

Bedivel sweated on his forehead, and he was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

The next second, however, he began to hear something strange in the footsteps.

So neat.

It's so neat!

Bediwell glanced back at him suspiciously.

In the cloud of smoke released by Gwen, the shadows of the pursuers flickered faintly. All of them seem to be aggressive, and their pace is uniform, they are simply a group of well-trained elite soldiers, an elite company.

however

Their steps are so neat, unbelievably neat. The voice sounded like a group of golems marching, each acting on cold orders, each with no mind of its own, no personality of its own.

Each one doesn't look like a human being.

"Let's fight right here. Gwen felt that the distance to be caught up was almost enough, so she slowed down even more, preparing to engage the enemy at close range.

Bediwell suddenly had a very bad premonition.

I always feel that something is wrong!

I always feel like it's a trap!

"No!" the werewolf saw that the Knight of the Round Table had slowed down, and immediately screamed and reminded, "You can't slow down!!Keep running!!"

"What? but—"

"Those are definitely not humans!must not come into contact with them!!—slow down and die!!" Bediwell cried out louder, lest Gwen could not hear.

Gwen was stunned for a moment. Although there was no evidence to convince the Knights of the Round Table of a suspicious werewolf, the Knights of the Round Table believed it.

No, it's not so much that he's continuing to run, it's that he's letting off a cloud of smoke. The black smoke flung forward with a heavy texture, landing thirty yards away from Bedeville and the others, solidifying into something like a sleigh.

"Jump on it!" shouted Gwen.

Bediwell and the others didn't think much about it, and although it was contrary to people's reason and logic in the smoke, they also chose to believe Gwen. Bedwell and Albert threw Elaine at the black smoke, and the white bearman's clumsy, chubby body was caught by the sleigh formed by the black smoke. Beddie landed on the smoke sleigh with a somersault, and Albert and Gwen had jumped up at the same time.

In the half second when everyone landed on the smoke sleigh and slowed down slightly, the group of "chasing soldiers" also ran out of the orange-yellow corrosive smoke!

That's not a bunch of people at all!

That's-[a lump of meat]!