Chapter 1359: Trapped in the Trick (31)

But the slowing down of the world does not mean that Bediwell can ignore inertia and stop the momentum of falling out! No, all he can do is to hold himself in a ball and continue to roll forward, praying in his heart that a miracle will happen so that he will not be shredded by the laser!

Smack!

In the next second, the effect of time stopping passed. Bediwell trembled and got up from the ground to find himself through the laser array. He was covered in green smoke, and his fur was indeed scorched black by the laser, but he was not cut into dozens of pieces!?

What's going on? Even Bediville himself couldn't explain it, he just felt confused.

"Mr. Bedeville!" shouted Duke Gwen.

"I'm fine! I'm good!" the werewolf patted a little spark on his hair and waved his hand, "I finally survived." "What just happened?" shouted the Golden Knight, who had been taken down.

"It's just a little trick to stop time, don't care. Bediwell said lightly.

The mage in the group spoke, "Time stops?" He knew that the mage was from the ivory tower and had been hired by Great Britain to help. Since he is a member of the Mage Association, of course he knows a big man like the great Mage Logan. But the werewolf didn't want anyone to know that he was Logan's apprentice, he didn't know the people of the Mage Guild, and he didn't want to get involved in the power struggle of the various mage factions.

"What a wonderful spell that accelerated itself to such an incredible point in an instant. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, spoke, "But, Mr. Bedwell, I really don't dare to compliment what you just did. As a commander, he took the lead and took the risk to save a subordinate who fell into a trap?" "Uh" Bediwell knew that he was going to be trained again, and hurriedly thought of an excuse for himself: "But I am still confident in my own ability, do you see that I just succeeded in saving people and came back alive?" "I almost died, but I was still alive." The Knight of the Round Table looked at the laser-scorched wounds on the werewolf's body, turned to the mage and said, "Can you heal him?" The mage nodded and began to use healing magic to heal the werewolf youth.

"A qualified commander needs to live until the end of the mission, commanding his team until the end of the mission. Duke Gwen continued to lecture Bediwell, "What should your subordinates do if they lose their lives in order to save their subordinates? Is this your [mercy] to kill a group of people in order to save one person?" "So do you think you should kill your subordinates in danger?" Bediwell was a little unconvinced.

"It may sound impersonal, but it is. Gwen glanced at the Golden Knight. The Golden Knight Tarcas couldn't help but hide shyly.

"For the sake of the bigger picture, there are situations where you do need to kill the members of the team. Gwen said without emotion: "Save in time, and try not to let you, as the commander, go out in person, but let other members of the team take on the role of rescue." I was there just now, why didn't you order me to save someone, Mr. Bedwell?" "Can you—" As soon as the werewolf youth expressed his suspicions, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, held out a hand. Smoke billowed out of his arm and surged into the laser trap net not far away. The high-energy laser was blocked by that special black smoke, as if the smoke was a thick wall, and the high-energy laser that could easily cut through the flesh could not even pass through this seemingly thin smoke!

Only then did Bediwell realize how stupid he had just used [Time Magic] to rush over and save people. With a single wave of his hand, Duke Gwen was able to unleash a wall of smoke that allowed the Golden Knight to easily pass through the incredibly dangerous laser trap net. It took so much effort for the werewolf youth to die—and he was almost shredded by a laser.

The fact that Bedwell was still standing here and talking to Gwen was entirely due to his own good luck. The reason why he was able to crash through a wall made of lasers without being cut into hundreds of pieces of meat was not clear to even Bedeville himself. I really feel palpitations when I think about it.

"Well, I know wrong, I'm sorry. The werewolf sighed.

"Just don't do it again next time, Mr. Beddivi. Gwen couldn't help but smile.

And the werewolf youth finally knew why King Arthur didn't come to participate in this battle. Because Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, is there. If Arthur had joined the battle, he would have been the commander of the team. But Duke Gwynn likes to pick thorns on the side so much, King Arthur, who is in charge, must feel the pressure.

"May I ask a question?" the werewolf asked in a low voice, unconvinced, "Has His Majesty King Arthur also been taught a lesson by Lord Gwen?" "Only in battle, yes. The Knight of the Round Table replied unabashedly.

Really. Bediwell felt that he was really a bad move. From the beginning he should not have put the duties of the commander next. At that time, if he could put all the blame on Duke Gwen regardless of 3721, how easy it would be now.

"It's all right. The mage quickly healed Bedeville's wounds to the point where he did not hinder the werewolf youth's movements, and he was reluctant to continue using magic. Of course, he is a human being, and there is a limit to the number of times a human can use magic in his life, who would want to cut their lives too much to help a stranger heal?

"Then let's move on. The werewolf flicked his arm and walked at the front of the group.

At the same time, the British battleship - the Palamides.

"Are they all leaving?" King Arthur peeked out of the portal door.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to hide like this, do you?" Cador glanced at the Knight King, a drop of sweat breaking out of his forehead.

"You don't know. Gwen is so long-winded. The Knight King walked out from behind the door and sighed, "Although his advice has always been pertinent and useful, he is so annoying that one of the people I can't stand the most is him." "Poof. Kador scoffed. Although the knight king is the king of a country, and will be thirty years old in a few years, sometimes the king is still quite childish.

"How's that iron knight I asked you to repair?" Arthur urged.

An hour earlier, Bediwell's Iron Rider had forced its way out of the portal, its tail neatly severed by the broken space-time. Coupled with the fact that the knights of Great Britain were too busy preparing for the next battle to bother with the broken Iron Knight, it continued to be abandoned in the teleportation room until someone removed it.

"The werewolf's iron horse?" "Knight of the Round Table Cador frowned as soon as he heard this, "It's so badly damaged that it can't be repaired by ordinary means." If you really want to fix it, you can only use the power of the Holy Spirit. "Then you can use it, I will allow it. The Knight King said.

However, it was precisely knowing that King Arthur would say that he would allow it, that Kador frowned: "Your Majesty, this is the second time. Do you want me to use my precious Holy Spirit summoning in such a place to repair the Iron Rider of an unknown werewolf?" Just to fix this little thing, you can summon the Holy Spirit several times a day on a small scale, and it is not a big deal to consume it once. But the Knight King smiled and said, "Come, as if I am begging you." I promised Bedeville to fix his iron horseman, and I would do what I said. "What if something great happens today that requires the use of the power of my Holy Spirit?" said Kador with a straight face, "If you miss that one, it will probably lead to a defeat in a battle, or even a major casualty." Is this responsibility on you, Your Majesty?" "This responsibility is up to me, let's do it quickly." The Knight King had an irresponsible expression on his face: "Oh my God, did Gwen infect you with his habit of preaching as soon as he came? Kador gave the Knight King a blank look. Although there are many deficiencies in practice, King Arthur is still King Arthur, the absolute king of Great Britain. Protesting too much to the king will not end well. The Knight of the Round Table could only let out a long sigh and walked over to Bedeville's ruined Iron Horseman, ready to summon the Holy Spirit.

At that moment, the light of the portal table was lit up. Someone used the teleportation system of Great Britain to travel thousands of miles to Africa.

"Your Majesty!" Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, had just stepped out of the portal and immediately shouted, "Where is Queen Greenway?" "Oh, Lancelot. The Knight King wasn't too surprised when he saw the blonde Knight of the Round Table. After all, Lancelot was tasked with protecting Greenway, so it made sense that he would follow the [Palamides].

"Didn't I send you a message that I would take Greenway to the [Paramidis] infirmary and have Constantine take care of her twenty-four hours a day. "I didn't get that message. Lancelot wiped the sweat from his face: "Your Majesty took the queen away without saying a word, and almost scared me to death." My knights and I have been looking for the queen in the palace all day. The Knight King was slightly displeased: "The message has indeed been sent, and there is a record of my sending on the Palamides." So—weird?" "Don't dare," Lancelot whispered.

"Well, since you're here, let's go and stay in front of the infirmary. Arthur said perfunctorily: "Although the security in the battleship is good enough, there may be someone who is not good for Greenway." Go ahead and be your bodyguard. "Yes, Your Majesty. Lancelot saluted the Knight King and was about to leave. However, at this time, Kador also summoned the Holy Spirit [White Gear], and used the effect of time reversal to restore the half-cut Iron Rider of Bedeville.

"That's" Kador's action caught Lancelot's attention, and the handsome blonde knight couldn't help but glance at the iron knight.

However, this unintentional glimpse turned everything upside down.