1:252 Preparing for War in the Darkness (Part II)

Earthly, noon on the fourth day. Underground Palace of Jilimanjaro.

Kai followed Frey to a large underground square.

It was supposed to be a pool of fire covered in lava, but the powerful diversion of the giants drained the lava and freed up such a large space. The oval-shaped platform, which is 5,000 feet in size, is made entirely of diamond-hard volcanic rock, enough to withstand a powerful impact. There are still pools of lava on its edge, and falling from there is no joke.

Seeing such a square, Kai couldn't help but feel uneasy. He could roughly guess the direction of the plot.

"Let's go inside. Frey said, motioning for Kay to jump from the platform into the square.

There is also a large lava pool under the ten-foot platform. It's easy to jump from here, but it's hard to get back.

"Beauty, what do you mean by that?" Kay wondered. If he were thrown into that huge square and had another trap fight, Kai would have nowhere to escape until he was killed.

"You want to get the Flame Sword, that's the only way. Frey crossed her arms over her chest and said quietly, "According to the tradition of giants, you must be challenged by four deathmatches, and if you can pass them all, you will get the Flame Sword, otherwise, death awaits you." Kai swallowed, "Surrender is unacceptable, right?" "Of course, the kind of unproductive guys who will surrender, we ask them to kiss the lava." Frey said with a sneer.

Kay knew the giantess was serious. There was incomparable cruelty in her sneer.

"If you can get me to challenge this in the first place, weishenme, you're going to imprison me for so many days?" Kai asked, puzzled.

"Of course," Frey gave a look of pity, "I was going to make it difficult for you to retreat. After all, a weak human like you would never survive this kind of challenge. It's going to kill you. That's when Kai learned about Frey's gentleness. Her idea of not letting the knight fight the Flame Demon Sword was purely out of pity for the knight. She could have killed the knight with her own hands and saved her mind and effort, but she didn't do it, and she could have directly asked the knight to challenge this death arena and disregard human life, but she didn't do it either.

She is trying hard to persuade Kai, hoping that Kai, a stupid human, will turn back!

Although her mouth is vicious and her hands are ruthless, the giantess in front of Kai is extremely kind!

Kai's heart couldn't help but throb. He has soaked (played) with countless girls, but they are all acting on the spot, and even if they have played. He has always been such a playboy, and those girls have always been such water-based poplars. The person who really cares about Kai's life and death, except for Arthur's buddies, this giantess is the first one.

It made him a little embarrassed.

"How?" Frey saw that Kai was still pondering, thinking that Kai was hesitating, "Do you want to jump? If you jump, you can't turn back, even if you cry and beg for mercy, I'll have to kill you and push you into the lava - this is your chance: do you want to do it or give up?" "Hum hum hum" Kai chuckled, "I gave up at this point, where is a man?" - of course it's going to be a challenge!" "Think clearly and say it again! You'll die- Before Frey could finish speaking, Kai had already jumped into the death arena. Seeing that it was too late to stop the man, Frei couldn't help but have a complicated expression of regret and unease on her face. She sighed and whispered, "Good luck, then." "Elison Pure Land, early morning of the sixth day (noon (?) of the fourth day of earthly life. Battleship [Sword of Damocles] (Yang), on deck.

Bedivel quietly looked at the distant sky, raised his magic bow [Lena Fire], and gently pulled out an arrow.

The arrow erupted into a powerful shockwave, which dissipated in the distance and melted into the night.

After the shot, after the satisfaction, Bediville felt as detached and empty as ever. His left hand ached.

Sure enough, the bow sucked up too much of his physical strength. In the last battle, he actually only fired two arrows, and although both were incredibly powerful, killing dozens of dragons and nearly a hundred infantrymen, he was so tired that he could barely move. Moreover, those two arrows were still fired with the assistance of the White Frost Dragon Immortal Via, [guaranteed to be able to hit absolutely]. In real battle, who will stand still and let you fight? In exchange for physical strength, such a powerful bow and arrow, every shot missed is a huge loss.

Bediwell was still wondering how he could better control his bow and arrows, and how he could increase the number of arrows.

Tristan happened to come out to change the guard with Bediwell, and when he saw the werewolf boy holding the magic bow, he couldn't help but walk over and ask, "What's the matter, Bedi? Bediwell told the Fishman Boy what he thought.

"That's right. Tristan thought for a moment, "Actually, I've wanted to say for a long time, since you can use madness, can't you draw the bow in the state of madness? If you inhale a large number of photons into your body first, and then let the bow suck it out, your own physical strength will not be so depleted." "That's possible, but—" Bediwell thought that his [madness] was actually an unfinished spell, and once he went berserk, his consciousness would soon be manipulated by the consciousness of the beast, and Zuihou would become a giant beast that would only destroy like crazy, causing trouble for his companions. If he could, he wanted to avoid using madness as much as possible.

He didn't want to hurt his companions.

As if he had seen through Bedeville's thoughts, Tristan laughed, "You haven't practiced madness, have you? It's not an option to always run away and leave it unused, right?" "But—" "While you still have a little time to spare, you can practice." Rest assured, when you are consumed by the consciousness of the beast and lose control, I will knock you unconscious. Tristan intended to keep an eye on Bedi with a gentle gaze. That's all he can do for his friends now.

"Is it really okay?" Bedi was nervous, "I'm afraid you'll hurt me if I'm not careful—" The fish-man prince put on a cross-hip posture and said proudly, "In that case, it's just my own lack of cultivation, you don't have to blame yourself." If I really can't stop you from going berserk, I can wake Arthur up and ask him to stop you. "If you wake Arthur, the consequences will be serious. Bediwell smiled wryly.

"Hey, hey," Tristan smirked, "that kind of thing, we'll talk about that then." The werewolf boy shook his head, getting rid of those uneasy thoughts, he handed the magic bow to Tristan, and walked away a little: "Okay, I'm going to start, be careful." He concentrated, imagining himself as a behemoth.

Free photons from the environment began to be inhaled by the werewolf boy, accumulating in his muscles. A portion of the photons were converted into mass and space expansion, and the werewolf boy began to become huge, turning into a ten-foot-tall behemoth.

Tristan swallowed his saliva and looked at the silver wolf under the moonlight.

The fish-man boy yearns for the rugged physical beauty of a werewolf, although this is contrary to his own aesthetic orientation.

"Bedeville?" Tristan whispered, "are you alright?" "I'm fine," Bedivel stammered, struggling to keep his consciousness from the beast's consciousness from obscuring his mind.

However, after a long day's hard work, his spirit was exhausted to the extreme. No matter how hard he tried to keep it up, he still couldn't last long. He fell asleep as [man's] consciousness.

The beast's consciousness was in complete control of him.

It would be foolish to use [Frenzy] even in a state of extreme fatigue! Bediwell will soon have to pay the price!