freeallnovels Chapter 1311 They, here comes the chapter!
Chapter 1311 They, here comes the chapter!
Chapter 1311 They are back!
The figure was running rapidly in the street.
Even though he was moving at a high speed, Bedivere was still communicating with the two elders who were still intact at this time, discussing what happened in a hurry.
But he stopped quickly - because he sensed a large number of active magic sources.
Even more directly - he saw a group of guys wearing black robes covering their faces, walking quickly at this time.
Such a weird lineup naturally couldn't make Bedivere Knight turn a blind eye—he directly flew in front of these guys and blocked their way.
"Stop, I have something to ask you!"
Among the group of men in black cloaks, one person slowly came out at this time... This person slowly lifted the hat on his head in front of the Bedivere knight.
Bedivere opened his mouth slightly at this time, and said in astonishment: "It's you... Gareth? This is you?"
"It's a bit long to say..." Mr. Gareth said seriously at this moment: "Come with me, I'll tell you on the way."
"Where are you going?" Bedivere frowned suddenly. A tragedy had just happened in the headquarters of the Knights in the Fog City, but Gareth was... this made him vigilant.
"I know you must be doubting me, but..." Gareth smiled wryly, "It's like when I first heard about it, I... it's hard to imagine, or even believe."
"Who are they?" Bedivere frowned again.
"My humble Ace... one of the four deacons of the Secretary Tower of the Magician's Association." The man who heard a light bird on his shoulder said slowly.
"The Association of Magicians..." Bedivere opened his mouth in surprise, then pondered for a moment before looking at Gareth: "Where... are you going to take me?"
"Let's talk on the way..."
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They finally walked into the church.
When the door opened, what could be seen was Her Majesty the Queen with her hands in shackles.
She was guarded by Catherine in this way, sitting on a chair and waiting - besides, Lancelot collapsed on the ground, motionless.
"What happened?" Caesar asked with a frown.
"This old woman seems a little dishonest. To be honest, I have long said that she should not be treated too well."
Catherine shrugged, and then pointed to Lancelot on the ground: "As for this female knight, she probably has too much perseverance, and I don't know how to get out of trouble... and finally collapsed in the place where the old woman was resting. It’s down. In fact, I’ve already suggested not to keep it.”
Caesar didn't speak - the core members of Doomsday Mythology didn't speak when they saw their leader, so naturally they didn't continue this topic.
Her Majesty the Queen looked at a relief sculpture in front of the podium in the auditorium, stood up slowly, turned her back to Pukins and everyone, and suddenly said: "Pukins...I don't like this place very much, you can change it somewhere else?"
"Here, there are memories of most of the important moments you have experienced in your life... I think it will be more appropriate when your life ends here." The old knight smiled, "My Majesty the Queen."
The Queen sighed slowly, turned around, frowned and said, "Actually, I don't understand why it is you, Pukins. You are a descendant of the noble King Arthur, and you are the leader of the Knights of the Fog City. The people... you who have stood on the top of the pyramid of inhuman power in Britain, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"
"Human beings need to be dissatisfied to progress. I always thought..." He walked slowly and came before Her Majesty the Queen, "Human beings should not stop in their footsteps."
"What are you after?" Her Majesty looked straight into the other's eyes.
"I saw it again. This is the gaze of the queen I am familiar with."
The old jazz looked at these eyes with some fascination, and said softly: "Elizabeth, what do you think is the source of motivation for people to move forward?"
"Greedy, greedy like you." Her Majesty the Queen sarcastically said.
The old knight just smiled.
"Actually, you are right. What you said about what I have... Over the years, I have been asking myself, what else do I... need, but at the end of the day, no matter how many nights I think about it, There is no answer...Suddenly one day, I found this answer. I thought, what I need is strength."
"You can already command the knight mechanism, this is your power."
"No...it's not these, it shouldn't be just these."
Pukins breathed a sigh of relief, his turbid eyes suddenly burst into light, "It's my own power—a thing I still can't figure out, since I have the blood of King Arthur, why...why can't I get the special power?" Human strength, why can't I become extraordinary. A strong body, youth...these wonderful things are all accompanied by my aging, and go away little by little."
"I'm getting old too." The Queen shook her head.
"So next, I'll even replace you."
A smile appeared on the old jazz's face, and he said softly: "It would be great if you were young and beautiful. However, it doesn't matter... You will see the moment when I am crowned king—not as completely as you are now. A king without real power, but a real king."
The queen was silent, seemed a little sad, and just sighed.
Sir Pukins smiled and said: "Elizabeth, I know the reason why you are still calm... You probably really think that your reinforcements from the Association of Magicians should arrive soon, or even have already arrived...Right."
Her Majesty's complexion changed slightly... and then she quickly covered it up, "I'm just an old woman who is played in the palm of your hand by you, not to tease pets every day, but under your arrangement, to appear in front of the camera. "
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, even if they come, it doesn't matter."
Jazz waved his hand, "All of this will be over soon... Well, the time is almost up."
As he spoke, Jazz stepped back slowly, with his open hands like a distant embrace, while Orphen walked past him with the things in his hands, walked to the stage of the auditorium, and put down the things in his hands one by one .
Yet at this moment.
Squeak - ah -!
The sound of the door being pushed open.
At this moment, there was a sound... And what they saw at the opened door behind them was a thin man in a white suit standing expressionlessly.
Farrell.
Then, behind him, was the Miss Witch, panting and dripping with sweat.
……
The moment he appeared, Knight Simpton raised his body and rushed up without any hesitation or consideration.The speed is not unpleasant, and there is even only an afterimage flashing.
But Farrell waved it casually like a fly swatter—a loud noise was heard, and the Simpton knight had been slapped directly into the side wall at this time.
A mouthful of blood was spit out from his mouth, and he passed out just like that.
Caesar frowned and narrowed his eyes at the same time—behind him, everyone from the doomsday myth stepped forward one after another.
"You are..." Sir Pukins was slightly surprised, then seemed to remember something, and then said seriously: "The person Simpton met, is it really you...Farrell."
"I seem to have heard some bad things." Farrell was silent for a moment, "The blood of the king flows through you, and it seems to have become dirty."
The old jazz's expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and then he said calmly: "I don't think you need to stop me... After all, what you once determined to protect was only this country, this land, not to be loyal Who, right?"
"That's why I have always hated the system of the knight agency."
Farrell shook his head: "Bloodline, hereditary... the bloodline of the king means nothing to me. In fact, if you can convince me, anyone can."
"So..." Sir Pukins nodded, and then said, "Caesar."
There was also no hesitation... A purple-black radiance flashed across Caesar's body, and then the inherited power of the twelve knights appeared.
"You?" Seemingly surprised by this situation, Farrell couldn't help frowning.
Because of the previous fight, Lancelot should be a woman—of course, when he came in, he noticed the Lancelot who fell on the ground.
In astonishment, Caesar had already acted.
[Indestructible Lake Light] struck straight down in an instant—but at this moment, Farrell made a lightning move, and clamped the sharp sword between two fingers.
"The speed is good, much better than the boys I met before." Farrell nodded: "Almost the third stage of dressing, should have been achieved in this half day? Very good... It's decided, you can This is the real Lancelot. However, this level is not as good as mine."
"It's just not bad." Caesar responded abruptly.
Farrell was stunned... but he saw that the place where the blade was clamped between the fingers had overflowed with blood at some point.
The palm has obviously been broken by the sword wind.
After this blow, Caesar quickly backed away... regaining his strength, and at the same time secretly terrified, the results of this almost sneak attack were too few to make people despair.
At this time, Farrell, after taking a look at the wound on his palm, suddenly seemed to be a different person... A huge murderous intent emanated from him.
That overwhelming power that almost made people despair... A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his thin face, like a... evil spirit walking out of hell.
"That's great... This kind of combat power is worthy of the Twelve Knights."
Under the huge terrifying wire, everyone couldn't help but retreat... As an ordinary person, Her Majesty the Queen slumped directly on the chair at this time, and her expression changed several times.
"Then let me try where your limit is...you must satisfy me." Farrell stretched out his right hand, and a black lightsaber was condensed like this.
It is not a forged weapon, but a blade condensed by force.
As he walked step by step, the pressure increased exponentially, and the stools and tables in the auditorium burst because they couldn't bear it.
Caesar couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat—but at this moment, two cold lights suddenly shot from above Farrell!
Farrell didn't even look at it, the black lightsaber in his hand seemed to flash by, and saw the two cold lights being interrupted directly - falling on the ground, it was astonishingly two disconnected... flying knives.
On the dome of the auditorium, there is only a figure in yellow holy armor looking at people with a smiling face... the clown, Dalgoni.
"Dalgoni, you're here too."
Sir Pukins didn't seem surprised, just nodded towards Mr. Clown.
Mr. Clown threw a sphere to Sir Pukins casually, and then said with a smile: "It took a little time to solve Geraint, so I was late. Here is you, old man... all the members of the Fog City Knight Agency Headquarters , including a round table, and several elders..."
It was the ball Orphen reached out to catch.
Next.
"Yesterday was really... thank you for taking care of me!"
The moment the ball was thrown, the clown rushed out like a ghost, "I was still wondering when I would see Mr. Farrell again...I didn't expect that it would come so soon. It's really... Happy to meet again!"
"A clown is a clown, no matter how many generations..."
Farrell sneered, and punched out directly.
Fist to fist collision.
The huge air wave exploded directly at this moment... The royal auditorium couldn't bear this huge force at this moment, and the dome was broken in an instant!
In the splash of gravel, the clown's crazy laughter was heard.
"As expected of the strongest knight in history... Even without the holy armor, he is so terrifying. That's great... Come again, Mr. Farrell!! Hahahahaha!!!"
Crazy fist bombardment.
The strong wind brought by each punch is destroying everything else... The Royal Auditorium, which was already in danger, collapsed directly at this moment.
There were only a few figures, and they broke through directly at this time...——Caesar carrying the [Lake of Indestructibility], everyone in the doomsday myth, and... the clown.
And what they are facing is the strongest knight in history who can only exert half of his strength!
……
The Palace of Westminster, which has a long history, has been turned into ruins in less than half a minute-this battle has been unable to be recognized by the old jazz who is just an ordinary person.
But that didn't stop him from being obsessed with this power.
"Ophen... my child, see? This is, the power I want... let's get started, why waste the time they bought us?"
Orphen nodded. Although the auditorium collapsed directly, he and Pukins were not injured... Simpton was already buried in the stone pestle.
At this time, Orphen quickly called the two boxes that he brought with him, which contained an ancient crown and...【Holy Grail】.
Sir Pukins came to the [Holy Grail] at this time and opened his hands.
"Over the years, the souls of inhuman criminals secretly collected..."
Jazz took off a ring in his hand at this time, and then threw it directly into the Holy Grail.
"Orc blood."
He then raised the magic sword and let the blood drip into the 【Holy Grail】.
"The noble souls of the loyal knights."
Then, the ball sent by the clown was also put into the [Holy Grail].
Sir Pukins finally held up the Holy Grail with an excited expression: "Also, all the dead souls in Fog City today... I will sacrifice them all! You, will fulfill my wish!"
Looking at Farrell, who easily suppressed the doomsday mythology crowd and the clown with absolute power in the night sky, the Jazz shouted: "You... will give me the same strength and strong physique as him!"
"You...will bestow upon me the Holy Armor of [Mordred]!"
Powerful, incredible power—the legend of Farrell, the horror legend that almost destroyed the knight institution that night, how powerful the rebellious power of [Mordred] is!
……
The moment he held the [Holy Grail] in his hands, it was as if countless voices sounded in Pukins' mind... like the whispers of demons tempting humans, arousing the most primitive desire in his heart in an instant.
After several rounds of offerings, the [Holy Grail] began to emit a strong light at this moment—not a bright white light, but a... weird black light!
However, he was equally dazzling... the black radiance burst out in an instant - when the black radiance flickered, Farrell stopped suddenly.
The moment he paused, Caesar and the others besieged him without any hesitation!
Everyone, weapons, fell on Farrell almost at the same time—even Mr. Clown, the fist that covered the holy armor, directly bombarded Farrell's head.
All the force hit Farrell's body, and there was no rebound... His body just endured these attacks.
But he still stood there blankly, motionless.
Caesar waved his hand abruptly at this time, and everyone in Doomsday Myth opened up in an instant, but only the clown seemed to have found something interesting, and began to bombard Farrell's chest with his fists.
"It can't be broken... It can't be broken... What kind of monster-level body is this... Why can't it be broken!"
The smiling face of the clown, after slamming his fist like a bullet burst, has long since turned into a crying face!
Every punch hit the opponent's body firmly...but the opponent didn't respond, just stood there stupidly.
Finally, Farrell raised his head and looked at the black light rising from the sky.
"They're back... they're back... they're back... they're back... they're back!! They're back-!!! I said they're not dead, they're coming back...I said it!! Y'all Believe me, don’t even believe me—ah——!!”
His body was... trembling.
Now holding his head, Farrell, who was so strong that he was so strong that everyone was desperate a dozen seconds ago, is now like a lunatic, uttering a panicked cry towards the black beam of light...
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