Miraculously, after walking out of the gate of the castle, Gillian felt her strength recovered. It was because of her recovery that she felt the horror of Mordred again. novel .
Beside him, it seemed that there were countless evil spirits roaring all the time... These evil spirits even tried to devour his body non-stop.
For a split second, Gillian thought of pain... the pain of being bitten by madness.
But this seemed to be just a fantasy again, when the cold wind blew, what she saw was this ordinary and thin appearance again.
She looked at the mighty Great Knight Lino from a distance... This is also a powerful knight, but if she is left to deal with it, she can only adopt a roundabout strategy.
"You should have stopped the other knights just now." Gillian frowned at this moment: "At this time, the matter of your leaving the prison may have been reported to the knight agency... Forget it, let's leave here first. .”
"Wait a little longer, there are still a few little guys here." While speaking, Mordred raised his head and looked at the night sky.
Miss Witch was startled, and saw a transport plane hovering in the night sky at some point... At this moment, three figures were jumping off the transport plane.
They landed and split into triangles... Jilian opened her eyes and looked, her face suddenly became ugly!
The three people who got off the transport plane were the two knights of the round table who had met her a few hours ago...Gareth and the clown!
As for Gareth and the clown, standing in the third corner is a woman in a tuxedo.
A not-so-ugly smile appeared on Miss Gillian's face, and she brushed her hair, "It seems that my dear Pukins still can't trust me, and actually dispatched a few people to follow all the way... Then, the people standing here This beautiful lady, since she can act together with Gareth and Mr. Clown, she should be the only Lancelot who inherited the name of [nelotdu-ke] as a woman, right?"
"I think he should have rejected you from the very beginning." Gareth said blankly, his eyes locked on Mordred.
In fact, Mr. Clown and Lancelot are the same... They don't pay much attention to the spiritual witch.
Miss Witch obviously didn't care about their contempt, she just smiled and said: "The people of the doomsday myth are still lurking on your country's soil... You guys escorted me all the way here instead of encircling and suppressing them, aren't you afraid of wasting time? "
"That's not certain, maybe the threat here is bigger." The clown smiled.
In fact, they were all approaching... Gareth, the clown, and Lancelot were all approaching step by step at this time, and completely blocked any escape route in Miss Witch's thinking.
Even though she was surrounded by the fiercest and most vicious knight ever, facing three Twelve Round Tables at the same time, she was somewhat uncertain... After all, the poison on Mordred's body was only half clear: According to his words.
Even if he broke the statues of the great knights and the former knights of the round table with one blow, they were just heroic souls who retained a small part of their power in life.
The three of Gareth, on the other hand, have completely inherited the power of the Knights of the Round Table and are contemporary at the peak of their integrity...
"Are you the Twelve Knights of this generation?" Mordred looked at him, from Gareth to the Clown, and then to Lancelot, his eyes finally stopped on Lancelot, slightly wrinkled frown.
"Exactly." Gareth is reliable in serious situations... at least much more reliable than the clown next to him, "Farrell, please go back to the castle... Your sentence is still seven hundred and ninety-three Year."
"Farrell..." Mordred took a light breath, "It's been a long time since anyone called me by that name."
"After all, you have been deprived of the name of [mordred]." Mr. Clown's smiling face turned into a crying face, in a very joking tone: "Although the knight organization has never been able to deprive you of the inheritance power of [mordred], and So far, [mordred] is still hanging in the air.”
Mordred...Farrell was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "I promised this spiritual witch to help her with one thing. After the thing is done, I will come back...how, I don't want to tell Ten The second round table draws its sword."
"So..." Mr. Clown's crying face turned into a smiling face again, "I suddenly thought of a better way... If this woman is dead, then you don't have to go out, right?"
laugh!
A cold light shot directly towards the spiritual witch in this sudden... It was the throwing knife in the hand of the clown Dagonit!
But the witch, who had been secretly on guard for a long time, did not panic, and when she was about to resist, the blade of the golden sword stood in front of her, blocking the flying knife.
The clown's throwing knife was not a real attack... At the moment when the flying knife was shot, his figure moved, and the moment the golden sword blocked the flying knife, he was already close to Farrell, and he punched Farrell with a simple punch. Rael's face.
Although Mr. Clown is not tall and does not look strong, but among the current twelve knights, he is known as the one with the highest physical strength and the highest pure strength.
It's just that this direct punch couldn't shake Farrell... It didn't even move his cheeks!
In an instant, Farrell's head tilted back slightly, and then he slammed his forehead forward very quickly, directly hitting the clown's Qunar's head.
Boom!
The clown flew out instantly!
"Unexpectedly, it overwhelmed Dagonit in terms of physical strength..." Gareth was startled, but his reaction was also extremely fast. The moment Mr. Clown flew upside down, without any hesitation, the sword in his hand was gone. stab out!
The tip of the sword was like lightning, quickly piercing out 18 consecutive blows, but Farrell closed his eyes and flashed past easily... The sword wind piercing through the tip of the sword, at the same time knocked the gate of the castle behind him. Eighteen holes were pierced in the wall.
"Not fast enough."
The voice rang in Gareth's ears, and the severe pain also spread from his chest at this moment... It was the hilt of the golden sword, and it hit Gareth's chest directly at this moment. He was also like a clown, So it flew out.
In just a few seconds before and after, when the clown got up from the ground, it was the moment Gareth bumped into him head-on... The clown took Gareth.
They looked at each other, and then suddenly took out a necklace from their necks... Necklaces are the source of the power of the Twelve Round Table.
However, at the moment when their inheritance power appeared, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of them... The inheritance power circulated on the two of them, and the brilliance added to them was the coming of the holy armor that could trigger the power of the twelve knights.
"Too slow! Too slow!"
The golden sword in Farrell's hand was drawn directly, and each of them hit Gareth and the clown... Before they could fully reveal the holy armor, it was instantly shattered!
Gareth spat out a mouthful of blood... He was knocked down to the ground again before he put on the inherited holy armor
"What kind of inheritors are they this year?" Farrell drew the big sword in his hand again, this time directly knocking the clown into the air, "It actually takes a second to activate the holy armor... you guys How dare you call yourself a round table?"
At the same time, behind Farrell, there was a darkness shrouded... Behind him, a knight in black armor appeared at some point!
The black armor covered the whole body, and traces of purple-black light shone on the black armor!
"You still look good, but it's just average!"
Farrell turned around, and this time the great sword was not a slap, but a slash... The black armored knight was startled, he raised his sword to resist, but was struck by the force of the sword, and half of his body sank directly into the ground Middle... The sword in the black armored knight's hand even had a lot of cracks.
At the same time, a ripple-like impact spread out at this moment, and the trees around the castle were directly knocked down... A hundred meters away, the ripples gradually dissipated.
This is just... an imitation of the carving, not the real [gaaine] inherited golden sword...
In less than ten seconds, the three round tables were easily defeated by each other... Gareth coughed up a mouthful of blood. He never thought that humans could be so powerful.
But he... hasn't used the inheritance power of [mordred] yet!
Boom... The clown just fell from mid-air at this moment, and fell directly to the ground, but remained motionless... lost consciousness.
"Just like this, when the darkness comes again, when they appear again..." Farrell muttered to himself, "You can't resist even one of them."
"Darkness... them?" Gareth staggered to his feet reluctantly.
But Farrell shook his head, the golden sword in his hand turned around, and a horizontal slash... The sword light rushed out a hundred meters, and since he started, it has actually cut the island from here!
Watching the sea water pouring in, Gareth almost felt suffocated.
"At least... this level is needed."
In the end, Farrell stuck the golden sword on the ground casually, and just like that, he took the lady witch away... The three round tables, to be precise, the two conscious round tables, had no strength to stop them.
Gareth took a staggering step back, and then fell directly to the ground... not because he was afraid, but because his bones had broken a lot.
"It's so powerful that it's like a joke..." Gareth smiled wryly.
The black-armored knight, half of his body buried in the soil, now the black-armour was gone... His exquisite facial features were exposed, but they were also pale and bloodless.
She looked up at the night sky, and saw an armed helicopter slowly ascending at this time, and then went away... She was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Gareth, do you have the strength to pull me out?"
"Please give me at least an hour, or you can wake up the clown..."
Lancelot: emmmmm...
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It is so powerful that it exceeds the scope of human beings, and according to him, it only removes 15% of the toxin... In other words, at this moment, he only has 10-20% of his strength!
Can! Absolutely! ! If this person makes a move, he will definitely get that document: "Aksha Records"!
In this world, there is absolutely no one stronger than him!
Miss Witch, who was flying the helicopter, had blushes on her face... her body was in a state of extreme excitement, and she was looking at Mordred sitting behind... or Farrell.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but this man's face doesn't seem to be as thin as it was at the beginning...it seems to have grown a little flesh
The helicopter's hatch is open.
Farrell looked outside at this time, the sea below was surging, but a little bit of fluorescent light fell from the bottle in his hand and landed on the sea water... The little bit of fluorescent light gradually dissipated with the waves on the sea surface, and finally went out.
These are the heroic souls of those great knights, the former twelve knights... Although it is only part, and after losing the carrier at the same time, it cannot last for a long time, but is it too wasteful to spill it like this
Even so, the witch just opened her mouth and didn't choose to point out the other party's fault... The only acquaintance with Farrell was her mother, and she only knew the legend of Farrell from various channels.
"Who is your father?" Farrell asked suddenly.
Gillian shrugged and said, "I haven't seen him. My mother told me that my father died a long time ago... Maybe you can tell me a little bit, after all, you seem to know my mother too?"
Farrell frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked: "Aksha Records, why do you know of its existence?"
Miss Witch narrowed her eyes and said: "This is about a musician who is obviously very talented but likes to explore... But what he harvested is not "Aksha Records", but only a few pages of "Dead Sea Documents" That's all. I rubbed these pages of the "Dead Sea Document" from his hands. Although the rubbings do not have the power of the "Document", they have the same function as clues pointing to the "Aksha Records."
"It's just a few pages of the "Dead Sea Documents." Farrell said indifferently: "No one has ever assembled the "Dead Sea Documents". You should give up and change to another request."
"Why, even Mordred, the fiercest and most vicious knight in history, is also afraid of the "Dead Sea Document"?" Gillian smiled, "In this case, the heroic figure of you who defeated three Twelve Round Tables by yourself before, but you will be able to do so in People's impressions are greatly discounted."
"You really want to find the "Aksha Records"?" Farrell asked suddenly.
"Otherwise, I've worked so hard to save you, obviously not because I adore you like a little girl."
"After finding the "Aksha Records", what are you... planning to do?" Farrell asked again.
Miss Witch looked at the night sky in front of her, and let out a silver-like laugh... It was just a laugh, and she didn't answer.
"My name is Farrell." He also looked outside, "Mordred is dead."
"It doesn't matter." Miss Witch said softly, "As long as you can help me, it doesn't matter if I call you your lord..."
Farrell shook his head, "Go to Kamran."
"Camlan?" Miss Witch was startled, "Where is it... What are you going to do there?"
"Since we are looking for the "Aksha Records", we naturally need to get back some things." Farrell said indifferently: "This document, what I have been looking for, is not just you, a little witch..."
"You mean, non-human?" The witch frowned. "Strong? Stronger than you?"
"You don't want to know what the real power is..." He slowly closed his eyes at this moment, and ignored the lady witch.
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ps1: I looked through the reward records, and I found a cute host "the cutest fat man in the world", serving tea to capitalist bosses as usual.
ps2: Then 27 becomes 29 ozt...
ps3: (7/29)…