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Chapter 1309 they are back!
The figure ran fast in the street.
Despite the high-speed movement, Bedwell was still in a timely communication with the two old cabinets that were still intact, and hurriedly discussed the occurrence of this.
But he quickly stopped – because he sensed a large number of active magic sources.
Even more directly – he saw a line of guys wearing black robes and covering their faces, and was walking fast.
Such a strange lineup naturally couldn’t turn Bedwell’s Knight away – he plunged directly into front of these guys and stopped their way.
“Stop, I have something to ask you!”
I saw this group of black-clothed cloaks, and one of them slowly came out… This man slowly opened his hat in front of Knight in Bedwell.
I saw Bedwell at this time slightly spread his mouth, and said: “You are… Gareth? Are you this?”
“This is a bit long…” Mr. Gareth said at this time sternly: “Come with me, I will tell you on the road.”
“Where?” Bedwell frowned, and the fog was in the Knight mechanism. The Gareth was at this time… but this made him wary.
“I know that you are doubting me, but…” Gareth sadd with a smile: “It’s like when I first heard it, I… it’s hard to imagine, even believe.”
“Who are they?” Bedwell frowned again.
“The deaf Ace… one of the four deacons of the secretary of the magician association.” The man who listened to a light bird on his shoulder, slowly said.
“Magician Association…” Bedwell surprised and surprised, then indulged 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 eventually entered the church.
When the door is opened, what you can see is the Queen of the Queen who is carrying the shackles on his hand.
So she was taken care of by Catherine, sitting in a chair waiting for it – in addition, Lancelot stumbled on the ground, motionless.
“What happened,” Caesar asked frowningly.
“This old woman seems to be a bit less honest. 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, there is probably a lot of perseverance. I don’t know what method I used to get out of trouble… and then I can’t support it in this place where the old woman is resting. In fact, I have long suggested that you should not keep it.”
Caesar did not speak – the core members of the Doomsday myths saw that their own leaders did not speak, and naturally they did not continue this topic.
Her Majesty looked at the relief in front of the auditorium and slowly stood up and turned her back to the people of Pukes. Suddenly, “Pukins… I don’t like this place very much, I can change it. Anywhere 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 jazz smiled. “My Majesty the Queen.”
The Queen sighed slowly and turned around, frowns said: “Actually, I don’t want to understand why it is you, Pukins. You are the descendant of the noble King Arthur, the man who dominates the Knight mechanism. …have already stood at the top of the pyramid of the non-human power of the British nation. Is there anything that is not satisfied?”
“Human, need to be satisfied, will progress. I always think…” He came slowly and came to the front of Her Majesty, “human, should not stop his steps.”
“What are you pursuing.” Her Majesty looked down at the other’s booth eyes.
“I saw it again, this is the gaze of the queen I am familiar with.”
The old jazz seems to be fascinated by the eyes of this booth, whispering: “Elizabeth, what do you think is the source of power for people to advance?”
“Greed, like your general greed.” Her Majesty sneered.
The old jazz just smiled.
“Actually, you are right, what you said about what I have… I have been asking myself over the years, I… need something, but in the end, no matter how many nights I want, There is no answer… Suddenly one day, I found this answer. I think, what I need is strength.”
“You can already command Knight mechanism, this is your strength.”
“No…not these, it shouldn’t be just that.”
Pukins sighed, and it seemed that muddy’s gaze suddenly burst into the light. “It’s my own power – something I never thought I could understand. Since I have King’s bloodline, why… I can’t get it. The power of man, why can’t I be extraordinary. Strong body, youth… These wonderful things are accompanied by my aging, and a little bit away.”
“I am also old.” The Queen shook her head.
“So next, I will even replace you.”
The old jazz smiled and whispered: “If you are young and beautiful, that would be great. But it doesn’t matter… you will see the moment when I am crowned king – not as you are now. The king without real power, but the real king.”
The Queen was silent, it seemed a little sad, just sighed.
Sir Pugins laughed at said with a smile : “Elizabeth, I know the reason you are still calming down… You probably think, your reinforcements of the magician association should be coming soon, even arrived… right? ”
Her Majesty’s face changed slightly… and then quickly disguised the past. “I’m just being played by you in the palm of your hand, not a pet every day, just under your arrangement, the old woman who appeared in front of the camera. ”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it, even if they arrive, it doesn’t matter.”
The jazz waved his hand. “It will all end soon… well, it’s almost time.”
As the saying goes, the Jazz slowly recedes, the hands of the spread are like a hug from the distance, and Offen is holding the things in his hand, walks past him, walks to the stage of the auditorium, and puts down the things in his hands.
However, it is at this time.
Oh – yeah!!
Push the door open.
Just at this time, it rang… and the door that opened behind the crowd, what I saw, was a thin, thin man in a white suit, standing without expression.
Farrell.
Then, there was a witch witch behind him, panting and sweating.
……
When he appeared, Simpton Knight had almost no hesitation and consideration, and he immediately rushed up. The speed is not too fast, even only one afterimage flashes.
Farrell was like a fly, and he waved it out – he heard a loud noise, and the Knight Knight was taken directly into the side wall.
A piece of blood, directly spit out from the mouth, between the face, he fainted to the past.
Caesar frowned, and at the same time raised his eyes – behind him, everyone in the doomsday myths came forward.
“You are…” Sir Pugins was slightly surprised, and then seemed to remember something, then said sternly: “The people that Simpton met, really you? Farrell.”
“I seem to hear something, not very good things.” Farrell was silent for a moment. “The king’s bloodline, flowing on you, seems to be getting dirty.”
The old jazz’s look suddenly became a bit unnatural, and then it was not salty and not faint: “I don’t think you need to stop me… After all, you have been determined to protect this country, this land, not to be loyal. Who, right?”
“So I have always been a system of hateful Knight mechanism.”
Farrell shook his head: “blood, hereditary… the king’s bloodline, as far as I’m concerned, nothing. In fact, if you can convince me, anyone can.”
“So…” Sir Kims nodded and said, “Caesar.”
There was no hesitation at all… A purple-black radiance flashed from Caesar’s body, and then the moment when Twelve Knight’s heritage was revealed.
“You?” seems to be surprised at this situation, Farrell can not help but slightly frowned.
Lancelot should be a woman because of the relationship he had handed over—of course, when he came in, he noticed the Lancelot that fell to the ground.
In the midst of it, Caesar has already acted.
[The Lake of No Destruction] instantly slammed down – but at this time, Farrell made a move, and the two fingers caught the sharp sword.
“The speed is good, much better than the few brat I encountered before.” Farrell nodded. “Almost the third stage of dressing should be achieved within half a day? Very good… decided, you only This is the real Lancelot. However, this level has to deal with me, and it is still worse.”
“Is it just good?” Caesar responded with a cold voice.
Farrell groaned… but saw the finger between the fingers, I don’t know when it had overflowed with blood.
The palm of the hand has apparently been broken by the sword wind.
After this attack, Caesar quickly regressed… reinvigorated, and secretly shocked, this nearly sneak attack, the results achieved, less desperate.
At this time, Farrell, after glanced at the wound of the palm, suddenly became like a personal… A huge murder came out of his body.
The almost desperate power of sorrow… The thin face suddenly showed a sly smile, like a goblin out of hell… evil spirits.
“It’s so good… this kind of combat is worthy of Twelve Knight.”
Under the huge terrifying Wia, everyone couldn’t help but retreat… The Queen’s Majesty, as an ordinary person, was sitting directly on the chair and changing his face several times.
“Then let me, have a try where is your limit… I must be satisfied with it.” Farrell stretched out his right hand and a black lightsaber condensed out.
It is not a weapon that is created, but a sword that is condensed.
He walked step by step, and the pressure was raised upwards geometrically. The auditorium’s stool table burst directly because it could not be tolerated.
Caesar couldn’t help but feel a cold sweat – but at this moment, two cold lights suddenly shot from above Farrell!
Farrell didn’t look at it. The black light sword in his hand seemed to flash. Then he saw that the two cold lights were directly interrupted–falling on the ground, it was a two-handed…flying knife.
At the dome of the auditorium, I saw a figure wearing a yellow sacred armor and looking at the person with a smiley face… clown, Dalgoní.
“Dalgoní, you are here too.”
Sir Kimkins did not seem surprised, just move towards Mr Clown and nodded.
Mr Clown threw a ball out to Sir Kimins and smiled: “It took a while to solve Gerant, so it was late. I gave you the old man… The Knight Mechanism Head All of them, including a round table, and several old ones.”
It was the ball that Orphee reached for.
Next.
“Yesterday is really… take care of it!”
At the moment when the ball was thrown out, clown rushed out like a ghost. “I still wonder when I can see Mr. Farrell again…didn’t expect, it will come so fast. It really makes people … happy reunion!”
“clown is clown, no matter how many generations…this is the case.”
Farrell sneered and slammed directly.
The collision of the fist with the fist.
The huge waves of air blew directly at this moment… the royal auditorium, this moment has not been able to withstand this huge force, the dome was broken in a flash!
In the gravel splash, I heard the crazy laughter clowning.
“It’s really the strongest Knight in history… even if it’s not terrifying like wearing a sacred armor. It’s so good… come again, Mr. Farrell!!hahahaha ha!!!”
Crazy fist bombardment.
The strong wind brought by each boxing is destroying the rest of the room… The royal hall, which was in jeopardy, collapsed directly at this time.
I saw only a few figures, and at this time I broke through directly…–Caesar carrying the [Lake without the Lake of Light], and the people of the myth of the last days, and… clown.
And what they face is the strongest Knight in history that can only play 15% power!
……
The Westminster Palace, with its long history, has become a ruin in less than half a minute. This battle has not allowed the old jazz as an ordinary person to recognize it with meat.
But this did not hinder his obsession with this power.
“Owen… my child, have you seen it? This is the power I want… Let’s start, why waste the time they have won for us?”
O’Fin nodded. Although the auditorium collapsed directly, it did not hurt him and Pugins… It was that Simpton had been buried in the sarcophagus.
I saw O’Fonne’s two boxes that came with me at this time. They were filled with an old crown and… [Holy Grail].
Sir Kimkins came to the front of the Holy Grail and spread his hands.
“The souls of non-human criminals secretly collected over the years…”
The jazz took off one of the rings in his hand and threw it directly into the Holy Grail.
“The blood of the orcs.”
He then raised the magic sword and let the blood fall into the Holy Grail.
“Loyal Knights are noble souls.”
Then, the ball sent by clown was also placed in the Holy Grail.
Sir Pugins finally raised the Holy Grail and looked excited: “And, all the dead souls in the fog today… I will treat them all as sacrifices! You will fulfill my wishes!”
Looking at the night sky, with absolute power, one person easily suppressed the doomsday myths and the clown’s Farrell. The jazz shouted: “You…will give me the same strength and powerful body!”
“You… will give me the sacred armor of [Mordred]!”
Powerful, incredibly powerful – Farrell’s legend, that night almost destroyed the terrifying legend of the Knight mechanism, how powerful is the rebellious power of [Mordred]!
……
When the hands of the [Holy Grail] are picked up, it seems as if there are countless sounds in the minds of Perkins… Like the devil’s whispering human whisper, the most primitive desire in his heart is inspired. .
Under the launch of several rounds of sacrifices, the Holy Grail began to exude a strong light at this moment – not a white light, but a strange black light!
However, he was equally eye-catching… The brilliance of black broke through in an instant – when the black light flashed, Farrell suddenly stopped.
At the moment he paused, Caesar and others who besieged him did not hesitate!
Everyone, the weapon, fell on Farrell at almost the same time – even Mr Clown, the fist that covered this holy armor, was directly bombarded in Farrell’s head.
All the power hits Farrell and there is no rebound… his body has withstood these attacks.
But he still stood still in the same place, motionless.
Caesar waved his hand at this moment, and the mythical people of the last days opened more and more, but only clown seemed to find something fun, and the fist kept bombarding on Farrell’s chest.
“I can’t break it… I can’t break it… This is how the monster-level body… Why can’t it break!”
Clown’s smiling face, under the fist bursting like a bullet, has long since become a crying face!
Every punch is slamming on the other’s body… but the other person is unresponsive, so he stands stupidly.
Finally, Farrell looked up and looked at the black light from the sky.
“They are back… They are back… Come back… Come back!! Come back -!!! I said, they are not dead, they will come back… I said!! You are not Believe me, don’t believe me – ah -!!”
His body was… trembled.
This is now holding his head, and Farrell, who was so powerful that he was desperate for a dozen seconds ago, was like a madman, moving towards the black beam of light, and made a cry of lose one’s head out of fear…
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