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.
With such a strange lineup, Bedivere Knight naturally couldn't turn a blind eye to him. He flew directly in front of these guys and blocked their way.
I have something to ask you guys! "
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 Fog City Knight Agency, but Gareth was... This made him vigilant.
"I know you must be doubting me, but..." Gareth smiled bitterly: "It's like when I first heard it, I... It's hard to imagine, or even believe."
"Who are they?" Bedivere frowned again.
"My humble Ace... is now 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, and then pondered for a moment before looking at Gareth: "Where... are you going to take me?"
"Let's talk on the road..."
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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. In addition, 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 at the old woman's resting place." In fact, I suggested a long time ago, don’t keep it.”
Caesar didn't speak. The core members of Doomsday Myth didn't speak when they saw their leader, so naturally they didn't continue this topic.
Her Majesty the Queen looked at a relief in front of the podium in the auditorium, stood up slowly, turned her back to Pujins and everyone, and suddenly said: "Pukins... I don't like this place very much, you can change it to another place." place?"
"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 jazz 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. People... You who have already stood on the top of the pyramid of inhuman power in Britain, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?"
"Human beings can only progress if they are not satisfied. I always thought..." He walked slowly, and came before Her Majesty, "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 in the end, no matter how many nights I think about it, there is not one The answer... Suddenly one day, I found the answer. I thought, what I need is strength."
"You can already command the knight mechanism, this is your power."
"No... not these, it shouldn't be just these."
Pukins breathed a sigh of relief, his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light, "It's my own power that I still can't figure out. Since I have the blood of King Arthur, why... why can't I get inhuman power? , why can't I become extraordinary. A strong body, youth... These wonderful things are all accompanied by my aging, and they are going away a little bit."
"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 nice if you were young and beautiful. However, it doesn't matter... You will see that the moment when I am crowned king is not as powerless as you are now A king, 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. I don't play with pets every day. It's just an old woman who appears in front of the camera under your arrangement."
"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 .
However, at this moment.
Squeak!
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.
However, Farrell seemed to swatte a fly, and he heard a loud noise when he waved it casually. At this time, the Simpton knight had been directly slapped into the side wall.
A mouthful of blood was spit out from his mouth, and he passed out just like that.
Caesar frowned, and at the same time narrowed his eyes. Behind him, everyone from 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, it really was you...Farrell."
"I seem to have heard something. It's not a good thing." Farrell was silent for a moment, "The blood of the king is flowing 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 were determined to protect was only this country, this land, not who you are loyal to. ,Is it 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.
[Lake of Indestructibility] Slashed straight down in an instant, but at this moment, Farrell made a lightning strike, and clamped the sharp sword between two fingers.
"The speed is good, much better than the boys I met before." Farrell nodded, "It's almost the third stage of dressing, which should have been achieved in this half day? Very good... It's decided, you are the one." 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 between the fingers holding the blade was overflowing with blood at some point.
The palm has obviously been broken by the sword wind.
After this blow, Caesar quickly retreated... 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.
The almost desperate torrent of power... A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his thin face, like a... evil spirit coming out of hell.
"That's great... This kind of combat power is worthy of being the Twelve Knights."
Under the huge and terrifying Wia, 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 he saw the two cold lights being interrupted and falling to the ground, it turned out to be two disconnected... flying knives.
On the dome of the auditorium, there is only a figure wearing yellow holy armor, looking at people with a smiling face... 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 Pugins casually, and then said with a smile: "It took a while to solve Geraint, so I was late. I'll give you old man... all of the Fog City Knight Agency Headquarters, Including a round table, and several cabinet 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 Reunion!"
"A clown is a clown, no matter the 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 holding 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 no longer made it possible for the old jazz, who is just an ordinary person, to recognize it with his own eyes.
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 have been 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 souls who died in the Fog City today... I will use them all as sacrifices! You, you will fulfill my wish!"
Seeing Farrell, who easily suppressed the doomsday myth 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 give me [mordred] holy armor!"
Powerful, inconceivably powerful, the legend of Farrell, the rebellious power of the terrifying legend that almost wiped out the knight mechanism that night, how powerful it 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, and even Mr. Clown, the fist covered with 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 moment, and everyone in Doomsday Myth moved away 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!! You don't believe me, you don't believe it me!!"
His body was... trembling.
Now holding his head, Farrell, who was so strong that he was so strong that everyone despaired ten seconds ago, is now like a lunatic, uttering a panicked cry towards the black beam of light...
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