Chapter 1378: Trapped in the Trick (Fifty)

What a terrible power! Looking at the devastation in front of him, even Bediville himself was frightened.

He knew very little about physics, and of course it was impossible for him to understand the principle. He just used [Acceleration Water] to accelerate himself out of the world's time, and his main body speed is extremely fast, which means that the wolf roar he used, and the speed of his shock wave (for real world time) is also extremely fast! And the shock wave breaks through the sound barrier, and the speed above the speed of sound spreads, and its destructive power will have a qualitative leap! Such a terrifying supersonic shock wave is even superimposed on top of each other, and it can completely shatter the weak enemy into flying ashes, which is also a matter of course!

However, he misses one point: sound waves don't travel in just one direction.

"Woo!" the magician beside him spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his eardrums pierced, and the corners of his eyes and nostrils were bright red at the same time.

That magician bled through seven holes, dead!

"What?!" the werewolf was dumbfounded. He really didn't expect that the new move he had used without thinking about it would be so dangerous!

He hurriedly turned around and glanced at the silver knight Tarcas behind him. Luckily, Tarcas was far away from Bediville and suffered less damage, except that his eardrums were shattered and two streaks of bright red blood flowed out of his ears. Gwen Green, who was behind Tarkas, had an extra layer of protection and was not injured!

"Uh-huh. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, who was guarding the door, also cleaned up the remaining army of stag beetle golems, and he stepped out of the smoke and took a look at the mess all over the ground. Bediwell was busy wielding her whip to wipe out the remaining scarab golems, and by the time Gwen arrived to help, the number of enemies was numbered.

"It's all settled?" asked the Knight of the Round Table.

"Sorry for sacrificing a person. Bediwell glanced at the magician who had fallen beside him, feeling guilty, "And he was accidentally injured and died by my moves." "Don't care. You have to do this in order to save the team, and there's no way around it. Duke Gwen advised, "You did what a good commander should do: sacrifice a few troops in order to save most of them. You've done a great job. "I didn't. I should have been able to push him away first and save him from fatal damage. Bedivel sighed, and he looked at the Silver Knight Tarkas who had fallen to the ground in pain from a pierced eardrum. If the werewolf youth had known in advance that the wolf roar he had unleashed in the accelerated world would be so powerful, he would have pushed the magician beside him away first. But people were dead, and there was no point in regretting it now, so Bediwell sighed deeply and went over and closed the eyes of the blind magician.

"Are you alright?" Gwen went over to help the Silver Knight up. Tarcas grinned in pain and gave a pale grin at the Knights of the Round Table, as if to express his pleasure that he was still alive.

"Honestly, how long is it going to take for that kid to crack Gwengreen?" the werewolf couldn't help but shift the resentment in his heart to something else, "If he had done it sooner, we wouldn't have had to sacrifice anyone." "He'll get things done, just give him a moment—" Gwen Green, the Knight of the Round Table, suddenly shouted, "That's it!!"

"Done, what did you do to the system?" asked Bediwell, curious.

"Hmm, why you?" Gwengrin glanced at the werewolf youth rather contemptuously, and then glanced at his adoptive father, Gwen. He immediately turned to look at the Knights of the Round Table, "You're here too?" Duke Gwen grimaced, "Where is your politeness, young man?" "Hmph. Gwen Green then gave Bediwell another blank look, this time even more cold and cold, "The main system has not been completely broken, but I have removed their security system. This damn ship won't be able to show its teeth and claws at me in the future, and it deserves it. "What about the ship's information?" asked Bediwell anxiously.

"Hmph, that damn computer woman was competing with me just now, and I was trying my best to rescue the data, and she was trying her best to delete it. There was originally a lot of information hidden in this ship, but she deleted 90% of it. "Tsk. The werewolf smacked his lips again. I only hope that the rest of the information contains clues to save Queen Greenway, otherwise everything they have done will be in vain.

"Acting Captain Bediville. Eve's voice rang out at this time: "Please stop the sabotage of this ship immediately." Acts of sabotage by you and your companions will be considered a rebellion against the Captain and the Fleet Commander, and if you do not stop the destruction of the Ship, your Acting Captain will be disqualified. "Oh. So you're scaring me with the names of the captain and the Crown Commander?" Bediwell smiled contemptuously, "Tell me, what are the names of this captain and the Title Commander?" Eve paused for a moment, "The request could not be approved. The names of the captain and the direct commander are classified as military secrets. "Hmph. The werewolf youth said angrily: "Forget it, I'm afraid they are people who died tens of thousands of years ago, what kind of military secrets are they?" Gwen Green, can you stop this broken ship altogether? I don't want to hear Eve's stupid woman's voice again. "I could indeed use a logic error to force the ship to shut down automatically. Gwen Green muttered, "Although the ancients were very intelligent, their ideas occasionally short-circuited, and they did something stupid that was completely incommensurate with their intelligence, so that people could take advantage of it. Bedivel was bored: "Just tell me: [can] or [can't]?" It's possible to get it to stop, but it's hard to start it later. "It's okay, let it stop working forever. Bediwell replied coldly. He knew in his heart that it would always be a hidden danger for the ship to stay. After all, if its power furnace explodes, it can blast half of Africa.

"Good. Gwen Green followed Bediwell's suggestion: "Initialize the virus program." Ten or nine, eight before the virus is injected—" "Stop! you're doing something very wrong, Acting Captain Bedeville!" Eve was visibly anxious.

"Eight. "What can you do with me if I don't stop?" the werewolf sneered smugly, "Send your golems to kill me again?" "Seven, six, five-" "Or perhaps, close the floodgates, drain all the oxygen, and let us suffocate here?" Bediwell scolded mercilessly.

"Four, three, two, one—" "Go die." As if the ship's death sentence was being pronounced, the werewolf youth snorted.

"Virus injection begins. Gwen Green patted the [Enter] key on the keyboard with a slight smugness. A dangerous computer virus has been injected into the control system of the Desert Ship, causing irreversible damage to the ship's control system!

"No!—" Eve screamed in despair, but everything was out of order.

Her voice faded into distortion, replaced by bursts of electronic noise. Not only that, but the lights of the entire database became flickering on and off, constantly attenuating in flickering. The virus is destroying the ship's systems, and it is estimated that it will soon be completely paralyzed.

"Oh, there's one thing I forgot to mention. Gwen Green suddenly showed a sinister face: "This ship is currently in the sea of sand, and it is only by relying on the protective cover that it has stretched out to avoid being completely buried alive by the sand." If the ship stops completely-" "Why didn't you say it earlier!" Bediwell hurriedly pressed the communicator: "Tristan, it's time to retreat!!" "It's right behind you." The Fish-Man Prince appeared behind Bediville with a displeased expression. They also seem to have just arrived, but they will retreat as soon as they arrive at the battlefield, which must be very unhappy.

Boom!—Five minutes later, Bediwell, as the man behind the temple in the line, also crawled out of the bunker. Behind him, the sand ship of the desert was completely engulfed by 10,000 tons of yellow sand, making a popping sound, spraying sand and dust from the hole.

Bediwell pretended to be dashing and patted the dust all over his body: "Mission accomplished." Now I must go back to the Grand Hotel in Cairo and take a shower—" But Duke Gwen grabbed the werewolf, "Don't go yet, Mr. Bedwell. You'll have to go back to [the Palamides] and write a report for this mission. "Oh, damn it—can't you just talk about it another day?!" "I can't. As the commander of this operation, it is your responsibility to get things done to the end. The Knight of the Round Table said with a serious face, "Although you are the commander this time, I am the Knight of the Round Table. "What do you mean?" said Bediwell, frowning disnoughtly.

That's what it means literally. Don't forget, in order to pass the trials to become a Knights of the Round Table, you must have the unanimous consent of all the Knights of the Round Table in Great Britain. Of course, this also includes decay. Gwen looked at Bedeville with a straight face, "If I think you're an irresponsible commander, then you don't want to be a Knight of the Round Table anymore." Do you know what I mean, Mr. Bediwell?" "Very well. The werewolf youth drooped his ears and did not argue much.

Evan and Tristan shrugged maliciously at the werewolf youth, as if they had expected things to go this way. No wonder Tristan and Evan would "recommend" Bediwell as commander. They turned away with a relaxed face afterwards, which turned out to be the biggest mockery of Bediwell as the commander.