On the wild road, a black pickup truck was running wildly. novel .
On the back of the pickup truck, Her Majesty was curled up in a corner with Lancelot in her arms.
And Judas looked at the two of them blankly... This made Lancelot have to keep himself in a 'coma' state.
At this time, the sound from the monastery that had gone away could be vaguely heard.
Catherine, who was driving, looked at the dark night sky on the rearview mirror from time to time, looking a little absent-minded.
Tip, who was in the passenger seat, suddenly said, "Kitty, do you think the leader will 'transform' this time? Or will he just try to use the power of the holy armor of the Twelve Knights?"
Catherine frowned and said, "It's best not to! Do you think Caesar is made of iron?"
Tip didn't speak, and was silent for a long time... He said silently after a while: "I will definitely become the most powerful pharmacist and refine that kind of elixir."
"Brat!"
Catherine sneered coldly, but there was some warmth in her eyes.
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The misty blood gradually dispersed, and finally drifted into the cheek of one of the [the-fianna] members. The cold wetness made him shiver suddenly.
Afterwards, this [the-fianna] member suddenly yelled crazily for some unknown reason... He seemed to have been stimulated by something!
While yelling frantically, he even kept turning on the various weapons on the 'Dragon Cavalry' armor. Not only the big guns he was holding, but the shell-shaped thrusters on the back also turned into weapons at this time.
The split miniature parent-child missiles shot out from the armor of the propeller, spread out in the air, and directly bombed Caesar's body. Not only that, he even pulled out the black gold sword equipped on his leg, and rushed to kill the past like this!
[the-fianna] In the control room, the avatar of this member on the screen also flashed red light at this time, and the support staff who was monitoring said in horror at this time: "Number 17, the mental value is abnormal, it has exceeded Alert value 30%, dangerous state!"
"How could it exceed the warning value? Have you adjusted it?" The Prime Minister pressed the controls with both hands, and finally roared angrily from his surprised mouth.
"It may be caused by the death of the companion. They trained together and have a deep relationship. So..." the officer next to him had to guess and explain.
"Deep feelings?" The Prime Minister was already furious, "They don't need feelings at all!!"
Looking back at the moment of anger with the officer, the sound of the alarm sounded again on the front console, as well as the terrified and rapid voices of the support staff.
"Unit 5, lost contact! Unit 18, lost contact!! Unit 22, seriously damaged! Unit 7... out of control!! Pilot No. 10's mental value warning line is critical... Prime Minister!!"
"how so… "
On the screen, as one of the 'Dragoons' was blown up or shot down, the portraits of [the-fianna] members on the other screen also quickly turned dim or flashing red .
The prime minister fell down pale and weak, and sat on the chair, his arms trembling uncontrollably...
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At the monastery, when Caesar was holding a [the-fianna] member in his hand, and then slammed it directly into the ground... The huge impact force even caused the soldier's arm to be torn apart from the body, 23 Of the famous [the-fianna] fighters, there are only seven left.
One of them was even in an absent-minded state. They stood on the ground stupidly, motionless, and had to enter the control state of the intelligent system of the 'Dragon Cavalry'.
"Unwinnable... Unwinnable... Impossible to win... Devil! This is the devil! Ah!"
He suddenly yelled in horror, and when he turned around, the shell-shaped wings of the propeller behind him spread out instantly, and the erupting airflow pushed his body directly into the sky, heading towards the huge fighter.
Caesar took a deep breath at this moment, but took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, held it tightly, and then... Overdrawn!
Boom! !
There was a huge sound of breaking through the air, and in the next moment, the engine of the fighter plane was directly pierced by the thrown lighter, and an instant explosion occurred!
The huge fighter plane lost control and fell like this, hitting the [the-fianna] member who was terrified and fleeing head-on!
He watched in horror, and finally the fighter plane landed directly on his body...and crashed into the ground.
Seven people... Now there are only six people left!
The fighter plane that fell to the ground destroyed a large piece of land in front of the monastery, and the brilliance of the roaring flames shone around... At this time, Caesar moved his eyes to another [the-fianna] member in the midst of the flames.
a female member.
She stood there trembling, holding up the big gun with both hands, but the body of the gun couldn't help shaking, and she couldn't aim at all. The red light spots kept drawing regular circles on Caesar's body.
Wetness... began to spread from the battle uniform under her abdomen, accompanied by a faint heat.
In the end, her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, "Don't kill me... don't kill me... don't..."
Caesar walked up to this member with a blank expression, his eyes were indifferent, "We, at the beginning, also...begged for mercy like this."
He stretched out his palm, put his five fingers together, and swung it like this... If there is no accident, the head and body of this female [the-fianna] member will be split apart in the next instant!
swing!
"No!!!"
The remaining member yelled mournfully, but the knife-like arm had already been swung out, and a head flew out at this moment, fell to the ground, and rolled away.
When the detached body fell to the ground, the head also stopped rolling... It was covered with dust and ash, like a piece of garbage.
He just opened his eyes, which he hadn't had time to close, and stared blankly at the night sky under the stars.
Six people, only five people left!
"Retreat... retreat! retreat!! retreat... retreat!!!"
"You guys stay too." Caesar jumped forward, jumped into the night sky, and rushed towards one of the remaining five people like a cannonball.
Just as the man closed his eyes in despair, a figure stood in front of him... With arms crossed, he received Caesar's fist!
He subconsciously opened his eyes, but what he saw was a strange clown-looking... guy in yellow armor!
"It seems to be an end game." The clown in the yellow armor now cracked a piercing arc-shaped smile on his big scarlet lips!
Caesar's jumping impact was endless, so he directly fought the clown knight in the air.
The fists of both sides were like bullets, and they spit out crazily, only to hear the loud noise... In the end, the two fell to the ground as if they were evenly matched.
At the same time, a knight wearing dark blue holy armor appeared in front of the female head. He knelt down on the ground on one knee, put his hand on the eyes that were not closed, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I couldn't appear by your side in time. Although we have never met, I hope your Your soul may rest in peace... I firmly believe that you must have been a beautiful lady during your lifetime."
He seemed to be praying.
Caesar glanced sideways... Then he raised his head, and the voice came from the night sky, and he saw the helicopter coming slowly. Unlike the exaggerated fighter plane, this helicopter obviously needs to be obtained commonly, and it is only an ordinary model of the military.
On the helicopter, several figures jumped down at this time.
There were bearded men, men in highway police uniforms, and even guys in doctor's gowns.
They are the Twelve Knights of the Round Table who are in charge of guarding the Knights of various places.
At this time, the man in the uniform of the road policeman... that is, Mr. Geraint who has the name [geraint] suddenly pouted and asked: "The clown and Gareth, why did you put on the holy armor so early?" Go... Aren't you afraid of wasting energy?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's an interest, something like a head start?" The young man who looked like a doctor shrugged, and then looked at the few remaining [the-fianna] members, "These guys, what is their origin? It seems that it is also to save the Queen?"
"Maybe someone from the government." The bearded man Tresti frowned and said, "When will the government get these things out?"
"It doesn't look like it." The clown Dagonit said to the survivors of [the-fianna] with his fingers in his ears, "To avoid trouble, you should hide first. Don't worry, we won't treat you Whatever you do, even if you want to do something, the old man in our family negotiates with your superiors... Of course, I prefer you to join the melee, because I also want to test the effect of these metal bumps on your body. "
They... The survivors of [the-fianna] looked at each other in dismay. Even so, the communicators on them still had a good signal, and they were waiting for instructions from the headquarters.
These five survivors not only maintained a stable mental state, they were even supported to the end by Caesar's terrifying power... At the headquarters, although the Prime Minister's face was extremely ugly, he also knew what the unknown survivors wanted, so he did not hesitate. After thinking about it, he ordered them to wait and see what happened, withdraw from the battlefield temporarily, and be prepared to retreat at any time.
"How did those old guys from the Knights Agency find this position? Could it be..." The Prime Minister looked suspiciously at the people in the control room.
This operation is a top-secret operation authorized by him, and it shouldn't be leaked... He has to suspect that someone here has leaked the news to that old guy Pukins, otherwise, even if the knights of the round table find out about the movement, they won't Might have arrived so timely...
[the-fianna] The group was almost destroyed, the appearance of the knight mechanism, and the mocking eyes of Pukins watching all this from behind, the Prime Minister has the feeling that he was threatened by some boring thugs a few years ago to face the public , The uncomfortable feeling of live streaming Japanese pigs!
Of course, the thugs were successfully captured in the end!
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The survivors of [the-fianna] listened to the order, landed slowly, and retreated to the edge of the battlefield, silent.
Caesar didn't move these people anymore, but just looked at Egareth and the clown.
"The five incumbent Twelve Round Tables were dispatched at one time. It seems that the knight organization really values me." Caesar adjusted his breathing.
When facing [the-fianna], it seemed a little relaxed. It was entirely because although this group of people possessed powerful weapons, they were not physically strong. At best, their physical fitness was comparable to ordinary orcs, and it was difficult to control those weapons power.
But these knights are different. They are all elites who have been honed over thousands of years, otherwise they would not be able to inherit the power of the powerful Twelve Round Table.
"Just in time, it's not too late." Geraint, who was wearing a highway police uniform, twisted his neck at this moment, "It's too late for you to finish your warm-up exercises... Although I don't know who you are, but looking at the situation here, I don't think you are Nobody, right?"
"[Oberon], that's how you should call me in your information." Caesar said in a low voice.
"You are the leader of the 'Doomsday Myth'?" Gareth frowned suddenly.
Mr. Clown whistled, "Oh! I won the lottery, good luck."
"It's really lucky." Caesar smiled slightly at this time, "It just so happened that my blood became hot. As I said... the warm-up exercise is almost finished."
Several Twelve Round Tables looked at each other, and the young man who looked like a doctor suddenly said, "Who are you coming? Siege is not the spirit of knightly belief."
As he said that, he took the initiative to take two steps back, but his eyes were quietly looking at the monastery behind Caesar... Apparently, he was looking for an opportunity to enter the monastery to find out more than dealing with the leader of the doomsday myth.
After all, the most important task is to rescue the hostages... The shadow stretched slowly behind his back, and then broke away, turning into a vague figure of a shadow man, and then quietly flashed into the night.
"Is being sneaky the spirit of a knight?"
Unexpectedly, Caesar waved a punch at this time, and the shadow man was blasted and disappeared at a distance of about ten meters!
The doctor waved his hands as if nothing had happened, and said with a bright smile, "It's amazing."
"If you don't make a move, then I'll be impolite." Mr. Clown's big smile appeared, and with a flick of his hands, eight throwing knives were shot out at the same time!
The speed of this throwing knife is not much slower than the speed of light emitted by the weapons on the 'Dragon Cavalry'. At this time, Caesar obviously did not intend to hard-block or directly open it like before.
I saw him staggering his body, dodging through the gap of the throwing knife like dancing... But how could the clown's attack be so strong, he himself has already bullied himself!
The current clown who claims to be the strongest physically at the Twelve Round Table, obviously felt that the opponent was also the most powerful guy in the match a minute ago, so he also had the idea of competing in strength.
That kind of battle where fists poured out like bullets, causing waves to roll around, and the ground could be broken with a punch or a kick, undoubtedly hit the few members of [the-fianna] on the edge.
"Are we... just going to surpass this group of people?"
"Knight mechanism..."
"It's just one, and I'm inseparable from this demon..."
The reaction of these survivors was ignored.
Geraint was a little surprised and said: "This is the first time I've seen it. This guy is actually about the same strength as the clown. It's really surprising that the clown's body is at the perverted level. No wonder we have courage Doing trouble in the territory... I also feel a little itchy."
Gareth smiled wryly in his heart, that's because you haven't seen the one in the island prison... The clown didn't even receive a punch, and just lay down on the ground unconscious.
Suddenly, the fight between Caesar and the clown separated again... It seemed that neither of them could win the other side.
The clown immediately changed into a crying face, but his expression was ecstatic, "What an interesting opponent... make me happier!"
"The crazier you are, the stronger your power will be. Rather than a just knight, you might as well be a mad knight." Caesar shook his head, "I'm not interested in fighting you hard."
"Are you going to run away?"
At some point, Geraint, the doctor, and Tresti had already moved to three different places behind Caesar, blocking his possible retreat.
After seeing that Caesar can be a tough guy with the physical strength of the clown who has put on the holy armor, they didn't take it too seriously, and they had already put on their own holy armor at the same time.
At this time, Caesar lowered his hands and exhaled slowly, facing the five round tables of twelve at the same time, but without fear, "Then try it...the so-called power of the holy armor."
"It will surprise you." The clown narrowed his eyes at this moment, and when he was about to make a move... when he threw the throwing knife, his body froze in place!
A strange feeling came from his holy armor at this time... Not only him, but the other four members of the Twelve Round Table also felt this strange feeling at this time.
They couldn't help shrinking their eyes, looking at the fluctuations emanating from Caesar's body in disbelief... the fluctuations of the holy armor!
The power of inheritance of the Twelve Round Table actually resonated at this time!
A black-purple light flashed across Caesar's body at this moment... But in an instant, a black armor had covered Caesar's whole body! !
"nelotduke..."
"Also, 'Lake of Indestructibility'?!!"
Gareth murmured, "This, how is it possible..."
At this moment, Caesar waved the 'Lake of Indestructibility' in his hand, and the sword wind tore through the air at this moment, and directly tore a large hole tens of meters long on the ground.
"Come on... Knights of the Round Table." Caesar said softly.
Mr. Clown's head was buzzing at this time, and he finally realized the true meaning of the so-called "try the power of the holy armor" that the leader of the doomsday myth said.
He felt a voice ringing in his head at the same time.
It's like asking him: Are you surprised, are you surprised? —
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