Chapter 62: Deathmatch to the Sea Devil (II)

"Whew, whew, whew, done, done!" Tristan gasped.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked, "even if you're wearing a hazmat suit, your hands will burn!" "Wordy!" The Fish-Man Prince still won't let his hands off the giant spear he had just made, even though the heat on the spear made his gloves smoke thick, "As soon as I let go of the spear, it will lose photons, and it will soon be damaged." "Without further ado, Kay!" said Arthur as he took off his hazmat suit.

"You, you bastard! it's always okay to catch your breath, right?!" Kai had just arrived from under the castle, already panting.

"You're the only one who can move this thing," Arthur urged, "come on, work harder." Bediwell won't last long. When Tristan heard this, he immediately jumped up like a sting, and roared angrily: "Bastard, didn't you just say that he was fine?!" Arthur replied indifferently.

"Damn it!" Tristan was furious, "I didn't do anything, but I'm there to command others as a matter of course!If Bedi gets hurt in any way, I won't let you go!" "Okay, you can do whatever you want to me when the matter is settled." If you can beat me. Arthur saw that the spear had cooled down and motioned for Kai to move it.

"Who's in charge of firing?" asked Kai as he moved, "don't count on me, my marksmanship was almost a drag on me from being promoted from Cadet Knight." "I don't want it either. Tristan shook his head, "I'm dizzy hot right now, not to mention I've never touched anything like a gun." "I, I'm coming," the young man Evan on the side said timidly.

"Boy, can you do it?" Arthur leaned in front of the boy and looked at the thin boy, "There is only one shell, and if it fails, it will cost tens of thousands of lives." "I, I'm going to try. The boy plucked up his courage and said, "My shili is the most haode in the Western Heaven Knights, otherwise I wouldn't have been arranged to stand guard on the lighthouse." "That's all?" Arthur asked.

This reason is really not very sufficient, at least not enough to bet tens of thousands of lives.

Ivan reluctantly continued to explain: "I, I can shoot a seagull a nautical mile away with a normal shotgun! Really! The job of standing guard is boring, and I have no other pastime than to hunt seagulls." Arthur looked into Evan's eyes and stared for half a second.

He examined the essence of the boy through those large, bright gray-green eyes. He does not see truth and falsehood, right and wrong, right and wrong. What he saw was the essence of Evan's soul.

For no reason, Arthur believed.

"Got it, so be it. Arthur patted the boy on the head, "Since you claim to be the son of the Heavenly Knight Gains, don't insult your father's name, do it." "Yes, yes, knight. Ivan had tears in his eyes and his heart was filled with infinite gratitude. It was the first time he had been believed so unjustifiably.

At the same time, Bediwell piloted Arthur's Iron Horse, speeding through the air at high speed. Arthur's Iron Rider has been modified, and almost all of the Shield's output has been transferred to the Booster power, and although the Iron Rider has almost no defense, it is surprisingly fast, in fact, the tentacles of the Deep Sea Trolls are far from keeping up with the Speed of the Iron Rider.

However, there weren't too many decent weapons on the Iron Horse, and the only main cannon hit the troll like an itch, and the troll didn't even react at all.

Not to mention stopping the troll's progress, it wasn't even possible to slow it down. The trolls of the deep sea were still unhurriedly heading towards the city ahead, only about ten miles away.

Bediwell also knew that this alone could not delay the troll, so he drew his lightsaber and drove the iron knight as he quickly rushed towards the troll, and in the moment of approach, he gave the troll a sword on the head!

"Whoa!!" The troll visibly felt the pain and slowed down, though he didn't take much damage.

"That's it!" the orc boy exclaimed in surprise, manipulating the Iron Rider to pull away a little, "Damn it, stop-come!!" A flash of silver light flickered, and a long wound dragged out of the troll's head, a wound that Bedivill had dragged with his lightsaber as he flew close to the troll at great risk.

"Roar, ah!!" Because of the severe pain, the troll roared even harder, and its thousands of tentacles shook wildly in mid-air, and one tentacle after another attacked the iron knight!

"Alright, come after me!" Bediwell skillfully dodged the tentacles' attacks and distanced himself from the trolls. Now he realized how meaningful the basic training Lancelot had done when he had taught him swordsmanship. The flying tentacles look so frantic and unpredictable, but if you look closely, they are completely attacking from a predictable orbit!

No matter how powerful the deep sea troll is, it is just a creature after all, and as long as it is a living creature, as long as it is an individual with independent consciousness, its actions must have predictable laws!

And for the orc Bediwell, who has a much better body and vision than a human, in his eyes, the tentacles of a troll are not much different from standing still in mid-air!

"Is this what Arthur sees as Shijie?" Bediwell glared at the realm he had never reached. At this moment, he felt that he was really close to Arthur's shijie, as if what he saw was the scenery that had once been reflected in the knight's eyes.

Between the sword and the sword, between the bloody wind and rain, between killing and survival, the still but infinitely extended, bleak and poignant scenery.

But.

A tentacle runs through one of the wings of the Iron Rider.

"weishenme!?" Bedivel was shocked. He clearly saw the tracks of all the attacks, but he still missed one attack?

weishenme!weishenme can't see?!

Those 1,686 tentacles are obviously already in their eyes, and it is impossible to miss them. But there is only one one, which passes through the blind spot of Bediwell's perspective and strikes from an unexpected direction!

Whether it is a human or an orc, since it is a creature that can be seen with the naked eye, there must be a blind spot in the perspective. It's just a small junction between the eyeball and the optic nerve. It's so small that the brain automatically tinkers with it from the visual signal, making people think that the dot never existed.

But it's this critical moment that a small blind spot can kill you.

The Iron Rider, who had lost one of his wings, began to spin and lose his balance, and Bediwell was already struggling to stabilize the fuselage, and behind him, hundreds of tentacles attacked!

"I'm sorry, Arthur, but that's all I have to do. Bediwell knew he couldn't escape, he just grabbed the fuselage and kept rushing forward.