Chapter 635: Attack on the Netherworld (5)

The leopard man, who was still in the air, smirked and reached out to grab Jack's sword-holding arm.

That's right, it's all over. It's Jack who loses!

Palamides did a somersault and severed Jack's sword-holding arm at a moment of turning a hundred and eighty degrees, throwing the tactical intelligence master out!

Jack, who hadn't yet figured out what was going on, had already fallen heavily to the ground, where the meteor spear was just now, and was pierced through the back by the spear!

"Click!!" Jack spat out a mouthful of blood in horror as he watched the head of the gun come out of his chest.

"Woo weishenme?!" Palamides landed just as he pulled out his lightsaber from his chest.

The lightsaber has lost its white glow, and it is now pale green (unenchanted).

Without the [Hallow] enchantment, it would be impossible to kill the Emerald Knight with a normal attack. Even if the heart is smashed by a sword, Palamides can regenerate it.

"Why, how is that possible!" Jack was still vomiting blood, and he had stabbed Palami in the heart with his [sacred] sword. Weishenme divine did not work?

"You think I've been attacking your sword so many times for fun?" Palamides was also vomiting blood, clutching his broken chest and slowly moving towards his opponent, "I'm here to cut the enchantment on your sword." "In order to counterbalance Palamy's supersonic attacks, Jack has been unleashing [sacred] on his lightsaber.

And sacredness is actually a very mind-consuming move. If it is activated, the user will be very tired, and Zuihou will not be able to maintain [Sacred]. Paramidis's stormy onslaught made the divine enchantment on Jack's blade even more unstable, and eventually completely ineffective.

When Jack triumphantly pierced the heart of the leopard warrior with a sword, he had no idea that the lightsaber in his hand was no longer enchanted. He stabbed Palamides with his green blade, dealing a heavy wound but not being able to actually kill the emerald knight.

"Oh, I missed it. Jack vomited blood as he spoke, his face pale as paper, "I didn't expect an orc to be so smart*ahem*It's a bit different for your race." "If you're not on Morgan's side of the witch, you're a respectable opponent. Palamides approached with murderous intent, "But, it's all over. Go and embrace your adored [Silence]!" the big cat clawed down, and the purple light of the eight photon claws slashed in the air in a staggered arc of light, slashing Jack's head into countless pieces.

At the same time, Bediwell's side was also in a bitter battle.

The werewolf boy had dozens of wounds on his body, and the way was as deep as the bones, and his whole body had already opened its flesh.

He was still trying to sniff, trying to find clues in the air about the enemy's location.

But it was useless! The enemy was cunning and kept his distance from Bediwell. The platform is so large that the air barely moves, and it is an impossible task to find the enemy's hiding place from the smell of this stagnant space!

Just when Bediwell was at his wit's end, another attack struck! The werewolf boy's quick reaction saved his life, and he rolled to the left, and the attack only landed on his right ankle!

The attack was largely dodged, and the opponent's light whip still sliced a large piece of flesh from the werewolf boy's ankle. The wound is as deep as the bone!

No, his body began to disobey his commands, there were too many wounds, and too much physical strength was deprived! Bediwell resisted the urge to faint, and continued to fight, but he knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose!

Is there any way to at least grasp the incoming momentum of the opponent's attack?

Bediwell had never learned the art of mind and eye, so he probably couldn't master it. He is very slow to sense photons, and it is more difficult for him to discern the incoming force of photons than it is to discern an attack with the naked eye.

He has always relied on his senses of sight, smell and hearing in battle. But these feelings are useless in this battle, even if they are not enough for self-preservation!

What else is there to detect the opponent's attack in an instant?

Another attack struck, this time from behind. The werewolf boy's keen hearing allowed him to perceive the faint sound of the whip raised, and his body moved slightly, at least avoiding major injuries.

But the whip ruthlessly fell on the old wound on his right shoulder, and the wound that was already deep to the bone was cut by the photon whip again, and the open skin and flesh were slashed by the energy field of the photon whip like a saw, and the pain made the werewolf boy's eyes black!

He flew out and fell to the ground.

It hurts. His right arm was almost broken, and he was held together by only a few bones and muscles. With such a serious injury, can you continue to fight?

Bediwell gasped and got up, quickly bandaging the wound with the cloth torn from his shirt so that his arm would not actually break.

It's hard to deal with. Is this the true strength of the knights of Arthur's generation?

You can't win. There is no hope.

No. You can't give up easily. There may be a glimmer of victory.

The blow just now has a wonderful feeling.

Berrich's whip with stealth ability should have some kind of weakness that the werewolf boy had been ignoring all along.

If you find the essence of this weakness, you may be able to turn defeat into victory.

Bediwell closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He gave up his visual superiority and relied only on his sense of smell and hearing, taking a desperate gamble!

Use his keen sense of smell to find out all the hidden information about his opponent as much as possible from this enclosed space. Use his sensitive sense of hearing to find as many flaws in his opponent's attacks as possible from this silent battlefield.

A slight wind sounded, and Bediwell knew that his opponent's whip was dancing, and the attack was coming!

He inhaled deeply, and more scent particles entered his nose with the air!

There it is!Bediwell lunged to the right, the whip landing less than a foot to his left and striking the floor with a low, muffled thud!

"What?!" exclaimed Sir Burrigi. For the first time, his attack was dodged!

"Boy, what did you do?" Bediwell didn't answer, trying to discern where his opponent was from his words. But the voice, under the influence of the Hidden Magic, came from almost all directions, and it was difficult to read.

Three more consecutive attacks hit. The voice was incomparably subtle, but it couldn't escape the werewolf boy's sensitive hearing.

I couldn't hear the direction of the attack, but at least I knew the timing of the attack.

He crouched down, and the whip swept half an inch above his back, he picked up another left flip, and the whip exploded half an inch on his right foot, and he jumped and did a backflip, and the whip swept past the werewolf boy's tail, and only a few wolf hairs were scraped off the tail!

Bediwell landed lightly and gasped for half a second: "It's the smell of blood." "What?" "Your whip should have a physical body, right?" the end of the whip struck my old wound from the previous attack, staining it with my blood. Bediwell's shoulder was still aching as he said this, "Thanks to that, I've found you!" "Nonsense!!" The opponent roared angrily, and several winds were raised. The whip is surging with continuous attacks like flowing water!

It's useless. The werewolf boy has seen through it all. Deliberately provoke your opponent and make them swing their whip too hard, making it easier to catch the sound of the whip.

Once you have the timing of your opponent's attack, you're all set: all you have to do is chase the smell of blood and dodge it at the right time!

The length of the whip is fixed.

The whip landed on the floor half a foot beside Bedi.

You only need to know the timing and initial position of your opponent's move, and you can calculate when to attack and from which direction.

Whoosh! The whip grazed half an inch above the werewolf boy's head!

The attack of the Stealth Whip has been completely cracked by Bedeville!

The whip was grabbed by the werewolf boy with his left arm outstretched!

"What?!" The moment he was caught, Burriqi's concealment magic completely failed, and he took shape. It was nothing more than a psychic spell, and as soon as the form was detected, the magic would be broken.

"Hmph. The werewolf boy used his special metal prosthetic left arm to firmly grasp his opponent's photon whip.

The principle of photon weapons is to bind a beam of photons with an enchantment, forming the shape of a blade within the scope of the enchantment.

If it is a blade made of pure photons, it is impossible for the whip to be caught, after all, photons are like streams of water, formless and substantial.

But, as Bediwell had conjecture, no enchantment could form a whip-like soft blade of light, and the ever-changing enchantment was too difficult to control.

The [photon whip] is actually a cable - the inner layer is a group of mirrors that produce a stream of photons, and the photons are ejected from that cable, forming a blade of light under the constraints of the enchantment, and wrapping around the outer layer of the cable.

This is the essence of the Photon Whip: a physical weapon wrapped in a layer of light blades.

The werewolf boy secretly thanked Arthur in his heart: during the days when the werewolf boy was Arthur's servant, Arthur taught Bediwell the assembly and principles of various photonic weapons.

Without this knowledge, Bediwell would never dare to reach out and grab the other party's whip at this moment!

And now, he has grabbed the whip and the only chance to win the battle!

Bedi's metal prosthetic leg gripped tighter, pulling harder, "Sir Bergery, the output of your weapon is not enough, this bit of lethality is even cutting my arm." "The photon whip sliced through the metal palm like a saw, but it couldn't beat the hardness of the memory alloy to cut off the metal fingers. The stream of photons ejected from a cable has very limited lethality.

Berrich approached Bedi as his opponent pulled him closer, while the werewolf boy gripped the weapon with his half-severed hand, ready to strike a fatal blow at his foe!

"Hmph, yours is there. Berrich sneered and decisively gave up the photon whip in his hand. The handle of the whip flew towards the werewolf boy under tugging, and was caught by Bedeville.

At the same time, Sir Berrich has once again activated the Stealth Magic, and his form will disappear again!

"Don't try to escape!" the werewolf boy raised the whip he had just grabbed and swept it away, slashing it at Berrich before his opponent fled!

The blood at the end of the whip is already imprinted on Burrigi's armor!

As long as you make the mark of this smell, no matter how powerful Burrege's stealth magic is, it can't hide from Bediwell's puppy's nose!

The werewolf boy put away his whip, replaced it with [Magic Bow - Nal's Fire], and showed the hydra dagger on the bow, dancing the bow like a spear.

Several winds sounded, but Bediwell had already known the direction and direction of the attack, and easily waved the magic bow to block!

Five throwing knives collided with the magic bow, bounced off, and fell weakly!

Bediwell glanced quickly at the throwing knife on the ground, which glowed with a deadly purple-black poisonous light.

"Actually using this kind of indiscriminate attack method. Are you running out of skills?" the werewolf boy scolded mercilessly, raising the magic bow in his hand and pulling the bowstring with his seriously injured left hand!

"Your hand is still wounded like that, and you draw your bow, be careful to break it!" the opponent was still hidden in the darkness, shooting dozens of poisonous throwing knives.

The werewolf boy only made a slight dodge, and the poison knife landed on his arms and legs, stabbing one wound after another. It's poisonous, but it's not immediately fatal – that's enough!

"As long as I can kill you first!" the werewolf boy drew his bow with all his might, firing a huge shockwave towards the smell of blood, and with an unavoidable momentum, all objects dozens of yards wide were involved!!

There was no response, he should have been scattered by the shot of the magic bow, and there was not even a piece of meat left!

The werewolf boy's right arm was completely broken and he fell to the ground weakly.

He sat on the ground in pain, and his broken arm had to wait for his companions to come and find a way to pick it up.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the blade pierced Bedeville's chest from behind.