Chapter 1461: Beginning in the Night of the Curse (19)

That Golem is Husky?!

The Knight King couldn't help but gasp.

Wait a minute. No, absolutely not.

Yet Arthur remained sane, knowing that Husky would never be on such an occasion at such a time. He took another closer look at the Golem and immediately realized that the Golem only looked like Husky - judging by his size and age, it was probably the same person as Husky, but his face was very similar.

But this is a canine man, a member of the Husky clan, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

However, this face is too similar, isn't it?! This golem's face is exactly the same as Husky's, the color of his eyes is ice blue with no color difference, and even the two white slightly funny eyebrows on his forehead are exactly the same, this guy seems to be a young version of Husky!

King Arthur knew that it was common for orcs of the same race to look alike, but it was the first time he had seen two orcs look so similar, as if they were carved out of a mold!

"So this guy is from the canine imp?" Merlin asked, recognizing the face that resembled Husky.

Strictly speaking, there is only one possibility that the two orcs are so similar in appearance that they are close relatives of the same race. If Husky knew the Golem, he might have called him brother, or cousin, or something. If you bring Husky to meet the canine man, maybe Husky really knows him.

"Hmph, it's funny. King Arthur snorted under his breath, "So the Canindians are working for Morgan or the Twilight Cult?—no, it's too early to conclude." A wandering orc can serve any force for money, so there is no way to say at all. ＂

"Anyway, let's take it back and review it first. Merlin took out a large black cloth bag from his waist and instantly slammed it on the canine young man's head: "What is his origin, I will let him explain it clearly." ＂

There seemed to be a huge subspace in the cloth bag, and when this button was down, the cloth bag swallowed the whole person of the dog golem.

"You interrogate and interrogate, don't kill him. King Arthur then added an additional command: "I have a great deal of things to ask him." The next time I see him, I want him to be sane and alive. ＂

"Of course, Your Majesty. Even if he only had one head left—"

The Knight King's mind flashed over the sights of how cruel Merlin would treat the prisoner, and he stopped him with disgust: "No, I want his head to be attached to his body, and to live intact." ＂

"Your Majesty, it's quite difficult for you to ask for this," Merlin couldn't help but complain, "If the torture is not used harshly enough, it is also very difficult to ask for information from the mouth of such a pre-enlightened fellow." ＂

"Just do it. King Arthur commanded, "There is one more thing. This guy's business is a secret between the two of us, and you can just announce that this Golem has been killed by our mistake. The fact that he is a canine man is something that no one can know. ＂

"Even Lianyin's son can't tell me?"

"Yes. The Knight King replied. Of course, it is inconvenient for Husky to know about this kind of thing, or it must not be known to Husky.

So far, although Arthur still has no clue about everything, he can vaguely feel that there is some huge conspiracy behind all this, quietly brewing-

And this conspiracy must be inextricably linked to the disappeared West Siberian dog race.

The Knight King frowned, thinking about it for a while, and then he put aside these questions, which were still unsolved for the time being, and turned to Merlin: "I want to go back to Egypt and prepare for going to another world in two hundred years. How long are you going to prepare? Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"I'll be ready by midnight tonight, Your Majesty. As for your preparations, just find someone you trust and have a deep relationship with you. It's best if this person knows Queen Greenway, and it's best if this person has a relatively strong resistance to hypnosis. ＂

When Merlin said this, Arthur suddenly felt that there were many fewer options. However, at this time, the image of a certain person suddenly popped into his mind, and his intuition told him that this person might be the best person to accompany him to another world.

Merlin, who was good at observing words and feelings, also noticed the subtle change in the Knight King's attitude, so he asked, "Your Majesty already has a suitable candidate in mind?"

"That's pretty much it. The Knight King snorted, "Alright, I will prepare the matter of the candidate tonight." I've gone to Egypt first, and we'll meet in the evening aboard the Palamides. ＂

"What about the children?" Merlin asked.

"Yes, you can't leave the Husky alone," the Knight King touched his chin and pondered, "Can I only take them to Egypt too?" ＂

Merlin reminded, "Remember, Your Majesty, long-distance teleportation is only suitable for adults, and this kind of teleportation has a bad effect on the body of children, although this effect is very subtle, but it can still be avoided. ＂

"Yes, yes, yes, good trouble—" The Knight King then scratched his head irritably, "Well, I will find a way to settle the Husky and them first, and then go to Egypt." ＂

"Then it's settled, let's go our separate ways. Merlin put away the bag containing the prisoners of war and walked away.

At the same time, in the Red Sea Pillar Forest in Africa, the British warship - the Paramidis.

"Ahem, ahem. Bediwell walked out of a sterilization room almost naked, the pungent smell of disinfectant making him cough incessantly. He was choked with tears in his eyes, and as soon as he came out to catch his breath, he immediately couldn't wait to ask the doctor on the side, "Ahem, cough, cough, this is okay, right?

Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, looked at the monitor, which connected to something resembling a scanning device, which was analyzing Bediwell in the room. It wasn't until Constantine thought that there was no more serious problem with Bedeville that he finally let it go: "Okay. Scans show that you don't have the virus on you. I think you're already sterilized. ＂

The werewolf youth finally breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but turn his head again, looking through the heavy partition glass at Elaine in another isolation room opposite.

Elaine, the white bear, was sleeping deep in his hospital bed. Perhaps she was tired, but Elaine slept so soundly that Bediwell could hear the snoring of the white bears on the other side through the heavy glass.

"What about Elaine? is there a problem with him?" asked Bedwell, curious. Bediwell and the others had barely been in direct contact with the virus that could turn people into monsters, so they only had to go through a relatively simple disinfection procedure. Elaine is completely different, the White Bears have actually been injected with a drug with a virus, and they have indeed turned into monsters. Maybe Elaine still has that terrifying virus in her body.

"Elaine" Constantine's statement was a little vague, and perhaps even the young knight of the Round Table himself was not entirely sure: "We have not detected any traces of the virus in his body for the time being. Blood and urine samples are also normal. I don't think there's any virus left in his body that can turn people into desert sharks - what's that called?"

"[Bliss]. Bediwell replied.

"Yes, the [Bliss] virus. Constantine scratched his head: "Anyway, I think that [Bliss] virus should be some kind of special virus that only works once. It is injected into an experimental organism and rapidly destroys and reorganizes the genetic structure of the experimental organism to create monsters. However, the nature of the virus itself dooms it to be fragile: every time it modifies the genes of an organism, it means that it needs to destroy its own gene chain and supplement its own spun gene chain into the parasitic organism. This damage is irreversible, which means that every time these viruses modify the genes of the parasitic organisms, the number of genes of the viruses themselves will decrease, and the viruses that have lost their genes will not be able to replicate themselves. Therefore, once the genetic modification of another organism has been completed, it will soon completely decay and be completely eliminated from the organism, or only a small number of strains with minimal activity will be left to parasitize somewhere in the organism. ＂

The werewolf frowned. Although he could barely understand Constantine's professional-sounding words, it occurred to him that one thing suddenly occurred to him, and that was the dorsal fin of the Desert Sharks. Elaine also had that dorsal fin when she first became a White Shark, but it was later cut off by Albert to stop Elaine from losing control - maybe that dorsal fin was what Constantine said, [the least active strain]?

However, the activity of the thing was not small at all, not only was it able to recover itself when it was about to be cut off from the White Shark Man, releasing a sticky filamentous substance to stick itself back to its original place, it was still alive after being cut off for a long time, and finally moved on its own, running into the mouth of Moby Dick, the desert whale, and merging with the giant whale.

It was like it had self-awareness, it was like another head, something that was used to control Elaine in the first place-

Anyway, Beddwell's they had successfully removed that thing from the White Bearman's body. Elaine should already have no problems, right?

"Don't worry, the White Bears are highly resilient and can repair even damage at the genetic level. Constantine continued: "It seems to me that his condition has stabilized, but I will leave him in the isolation room for observation for one night to be on the safe side. He should be able to catch the game tomorrow. ＂

"That's good, he'll leave it to your care. Bediwell nodded, put on his clothes, and prepared to go back to the Grand Hotel Cairo. However, as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Albert coming out of another disinfection room, and as soon as he saw the werewolf, he smiled and asked, "Bedwell, do you have time?" ＂

The werewolf gave the tiger a blank look, thinking that it was basically not a good thing for Albert to ask for him. But he reluctantly said, "What do you want?" ＂

"I'd like to borrow your Iron Rider. The tiger spoke.