Chapter 1357: Trapped in the Trick (29)

"What?!" As soon as Bedeville said this, Tristan, the prince of the fish-men, immediately became furious: "Don't forget, [the metal detector] fell because of your own negligence! That's your fault! You made your own mistakes, and you don't want to make up for them, but instead put the blame on others and ask us to help you wipe your ass?!Have you used all your rituals to feed the dogs?" "Ahem!" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, coughed dryly.

Hearing this dry cough, Prince Tristan's millions of words of vicious swear words that he had prepared were suddenly stuck in his throat and could not be spoken, so he could only swallow them all back into his stomach.

"I know what you're trying to say. If you want to scold, scold. Bediwell also tried his best to keep his calm: "But once this mission starts, we can't stop, and when we get to the data room, depending on the situation, we may carry out sabotage work on this ship, and then flee immediately." We don't have time to take a detour to retrieve [Metal Detector], nor do we have a chance to come back to retrieve this artifact. It is the best choice for the soldiers to complete two different tasks simultaneously in two ways.

Originally, if I hadn't been the commander, I would have automatically asked Ying to retrieve that treasure. But now that I'm in charge of the team, I have to focus on the main tasks and leave the secondary tasks to someone else. Evan listened quietly, not commenting. Bediwell's words may not be much of a discipline from Bediwell's standpoint, but they are at least reasonable.

"From here, walk down the hallway, turn left near the bow of the ship, and the first room is the captain's quarters. The werewolf continued to command: "After you have successfully retrieved the [Metal Detector], come out of the captain's room and walk down the right side of the corridor, turn right at any intersection, and after three intersections, you will reach the data room and meet us." If we have successfully completed the mission, you will not have to do anything, just wait for the retreat, and if our team fails, you will attack and complete the mission on your own. So be it. "I'm okay with that. Evan said unemotionally.

"Hmph!" Tristan snorted as well, "Yes, Commander." Ignoring the Fish-Man Prince's sneering, Bediwell announced loudly, "Then let's get moving!" The two teams parted ways, running in two completely different directions. Bedeville and Gwen's team headed straight for Desert Ship's data room, while Tristan and Evan's team headed for the captain's room.

"So far, your command has been wonderful. Duke Gwen, who was running behind Bediwell, praised.

"Uh, thanks. After running a certain distance, Bediwell immediately felt something strange in the air and hurriedly gestured for the team to slow down.

"What's wrong?" "There's a trap right away. The werewolf flicked forward. His tungsten tongue whip was flicked back by some unseen force, as if something was in the air.

"Is there anyone in this team who can do ice fog?" asked Bedeville, turning his head.

The mage in the group shook his head. He seems to be proficient in attack magic and shield magic, but he doesn't have much experience with this kind of auxiliary spell.

"I have something similar. Gwen stepped forward. As soon as he raised his hand, something grainy of sand suddenly flew out of his sleeve. The sand had not yet hit the ground before it turned into smoke and dust that filled the hallway. With the help of this "sand smoke", Bediville finally saw the trap in front of him.

That's a laser trap! It's a trap net made of hundreds of high-energy red laser beams!

"That damn computer woman is so vicious. Bediwell cursed in a low voice. Thankfully, his puppy's nose smelled an unusual scorching smell in the air in advance, and he was able to spot this deadly trap.

If others do not know the inside story and foolishly sprint into this almost invisible laser trap net, they will immediately be cut apart by these high-energy lasers, turned into countless pieces of minced meat, and killed instantly! This kind of trap, which is both invisible and can bring about an instantaneous death effect, has long been strictly prohibited from being used in the European Convention on the Use of Humanitarian Weapons because it is too cruel, and no matter how high the security facilities are, no similar traps are allowed to be installed. But this ship is the heritage of the ancient gods and people, and it is certainly not limited by the European Convention.

"[That damn computer woman]?" asked Gwen curiously.

"It's Eve. Bedivel replied, using the smoke to study the passage of the trap net: "The ship's artificial intelligence navigation system. Because she always pronounces it as a woman, she thinks of it as a woman. He looked again at the surveillance cameras hidden in the corridors around him, "Eve, I know you're watching us. Why don't you speak? You can tell me two words?" From the moment it first invaded the golden ship, it was as if it had been abandoned, and it was eerily silent. Even the initial lockdown was lifted, and although there was no electricity, the automatic doors inside the ship were able to be forcibly pried open, giving Bediwell and others the opportunity to move inside the ship. However, countless vicious murder traps have appeared in the various passages of the ship, and the whole ship is like a giant mousetrap, waiting for the ignorant people to throw themselves into the net.

Only then did Bediwell decide that it was the right thing to do by assigning Ivan to another squad. The half-dragon youth has an eagle eye, and all kinds of traps can't help his team. And Bediwell's side, with the keen sense of smell and hearing unique to werewolves, can always break through.

"Alright, I've found my way. After analyzing the distribution of the laser traps, Bediwell took the lead: "But the route to the past is very complicated, I don't know if you can remember it" "Just go, I'll make a mark on you." Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, patted Bediwell on the back. Something sandy stuck to the werewolf's clothes, emitting mysterious green smoke.

"Is this some kind of magic?" asked Bediwell, curious.

"Perhaps. Go for it. The Duke urged.

The werewolf scratched his head and began to crawl, taking a few steps into a laser array full of deadly lasers. Although the course of progress had been established, and the surrounding lasers could be faintly seen through the smoke, Bediwell walked very cautiously, and it can be described as a frightening step. As long as he is not careful, his hands and feet will be cut off by high-energy lasers, can he not be afraid?

Passed. Bediwell weaved through the web of laser traps and finally passed. Only then did he have time to look back at the road behind him, and found that he had dragged a long, white trail of smoke along the road. The smoke seems to be the product of magic, and instead of dissipating like ordinary smoke and dust, it remains in mid-air, providing a safe, secure, and visible three-dimensional road map for those who come after it.

Is this some kind of stunt by Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table? What a strange feat. This smoke does not seem to have actual lethality, and is mostly used to guide the way or command operations.

Gwen followed the smoke route created by Bedeville. Despite being a large man with a burly physique, the Knight of the Round Table does not look clumsy because of his size. He is very skilled (how can he be a Knight of the Round Table if he is not enough?), and he quickly dodges the lasers and easily passes through the laser traps.

"Very nice warm-up. Gwen got up from the ground and patted the dust off her body. It was the turn of the remaining knight and another mage to cross the laser array, and they were unremarkable, and it would take them a lot of time to get past this dangerous trap.

"I suppose I have to apologize to you on behalf of that boy Gwen Green, Mr. Bedwell. Duke Gwen took the opportunity to talk to the werewolf youth: "It is my responsibility to raise my godfather, that kid's unauthorized actions have put your group in great danger." "Not really. Bediwell replied lightly: "How old is Gwengreen, sixteen, seventeen, how can he ask his parents to take responsibility for him, and he himself should bear the consequences for what he has done." "You're right. The Knight of the Round Table clenched his fist: "When I see that kid, I must punch him firmly in the face." Bediwell didn't speak. So far, the Knights of the Round Table, Duke Gwen, has made a pretty good impression of Bediwell. Gwen is a fair and strict person, and he is above board, and he has the style of a general. However, there are occasionally people who do not know how to teach their own children, and Gwen Green's distorted and arrogant personality is mostly caused by Gwen's improper education.

"Do you have children, Mr. Beddyville?" Gwen seemed to see something in the eyes of the werewolf youth, and asked unintentionally, "Seeing that you are so young and talented, I am afraid that there have been girls pursuing you a long time ago, and even having a family?" This sentence stung Bediwell, and the werewolf replied in a low-key manner: "But the wife and children are no longer there." Killed by a monster. "yes, that's rude. The Knight of the Round Table also knew that he had touched the other party's sore spot, so he quickly stopped and turned back to talk about his own affairs: "I have never had my own flesh and blood, and I can't know what it feels like to lose a loved one. "What? But Gwengreen—" "Adopted." My wife and I are too old to have a child, and we have adopted it after we begged His Majesty King Arthur to cut their love. "Cut love?" Bediwell bewildered the more he listened. What does this have to do with Arthur, and why is it called cutting love?

"Oh, don't you know about this?" Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, glanced at Bedwell, with a slight surprise:

"Gwen Green was supposed to be the adopted son of King Arthur and Queen Greenway. He was supposed to be the future king of Great Britain. ＂