Chapter 41 They Are Back!

The figure was running rapidly in the street.

Although he was moving at high speed, Bedivere was still communicating in a timely manner with the two pavilion elders who were still intact, hurriedly discussing what had happened.

But he quickly stopped because he sensed a large number of active magic sources.

Even more directly, he saw a group of guys wearing black robes, their faces covered, walking quickly.

With such a weird lineup, it was natural that Knight Bedivere could not turn a blind eye. He rushed directly in front of these guys and blocked their way.

I have something to ask you! "

Among the group of men in black cloaks, one person slowly walked out... This man slowly lifted the hat on his head in front of Knight Bedivere.

Bedivere opened his mouth slightly at this time and said in shock: "Is it you... Gareth? What are you?"

"This is a bit long to say..." Mr. Gareth said seriously at this time: "Follow me, I'll tell you on the way."

"Where to go?" Bedivere suddenly raised his brows. A tragedy had just occurred at the headquarters of the Knights of Twist Agency, but at this moment Gareth... This couldn't help but make him wary.

"I know you must be doubting me, but..." Gareth smiled bitterly: "Just like when I first heard about it, it was... hard for me to imagine or even believe it."

"Who are they?" Bedivere frowned again.

"I, Ace... am one of the four deacons of the Magician Association's Secretary Tower." The man with a light bird on his shoulder said slowly.

"From the Magicians Association..." 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 entered the church.

When the door opened, what could be seen was Her Majesty the Queen with shackled hands.

She was watched by Catherine like this, sitting on a chair and waiting. Meanwhile, 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 had too much perseverance, and she didn't know what method she used to get out of trouble... and finally collapsed where the old woman was resting. It’s gone. In fact, I have already suggested not to keep it.”

Caesar didn't speak. The core members of Doomsday Myth didn't speak when they saw their leader, so they naturally didn't continue the topic.

Her Majesty the Queen looked at the relief 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, Pugins. You are a descendant of the noble King Arthur and the leader of the Knights of Twist. People...you have already stood at the top of the pyramid of British inhuman power, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

"Human beings cannot progress until they are dissatisfied. I have always believed..." He walked slowly and came to Her Majesty the Queen, "Human beings should not stop."

"What are you pursuing?" Her Majesty the Queen looked directly into the other person's eyes.

"I saw it again. This is the Queen's gaze that I am familiar with."

The old knight looked at these eyes with some fascination and whispered: "Elizabeth, what do you think is the source of motivation for people to move forward?"

"Greedy, as greedy as you are," Her Majesty said sarcastically.

The old knight just smiled.

"Actually, you are right. The things you said 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 no 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...it's not these, it shouldn't be just these."

Pugins breathed a sigh of relief, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light, "It's one thing about my own strength that I still can't figure out. Since I have the blood of King Arthur, why...why can't I get the inhuman thing?" Power, why can't I become extraordinary? A strong body, youth...these wonderful things are disappearing little by little as I age."

"I'm getting older too." The Queen shook her head.

"So next, I will even replace you."

A smile appeared on the old knight's face, and he said softly: "It would be great if you were still young and beautiful. However, it is not important... you will see that when I am crowned king, I will not be as powerless as you are now. The king, but the true king.”

The Queen was silent, seemed a little sad, and just sighed.

Sir Pugins smiled and said: "Elizabeth, I know the reason why you are still calm now... You probably really think that the reinforcements from your Magicians Association should arrive soon, or have even arrived... right?"

Her Majesty the Queen's face changed slightly... and then she quickly covered it up, "I am just an old woman who is played in the palm of your hands. I am not playing with pets every day, but appearing 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, "This will all end soon... Okay, it's almost time."

As he spoke, Jazz slowly backed away, his open hands like a distant embrace, while Ofen walked past him holding the things in his hands, walked to the stage of the auditorium, and put down the things in his hands one by one. .

But at this moment.

Squeak!

The sound of the door opening.

At this moment, there was a ringing... And at the door that opened behind the crowd, what they saw was a skinny man in a white suit, standing expressionless.

Farrell.

Then, behind him, there was the panting and sweaty Miss Witch.

…

The moment he appeared, Knight Simpson rushed forward without any hesitation or consideration. The speed was not unpleasant, and there was even only an afterimage flashing.

Farrell waved his hand like a fly and heard a huge noise. At this time, Knight Simpton was directly knocked into the wall on the side.

A mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and as soon as he saw it, he fainted and passed away.

Caesar frowned and narrowed his eyes. Behind him, everyone from Doomsday Myth came forward one after another.

"Are you..." Sir Pugins was slightly surprised, and then he seemed to remember something, and then said seriously: "The person Simpson met was really you... Farrell."

"I seem to have heard some, not very good things." Farrell was silent for a moment, "The blood of the king, flowing through you, seems to have become a little dirty."

The old knight's expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and then he said calmly: "I think there is no need for you to stop me... After all, you were determined to protect only this country and this land, not to be loyal. Who, right?”

"So I have always hated the system of the Knight Agency."

Farrell shook his head: "Bloodline, hereditary...the king's bloodline is nothing to me. In fact, if you can convince me, anyone can."

"In this way..." Sir Pugins nodded, and then said: "Caesar."

There was also no hesitation... A purple-black light flashed from Caesar's body, and then the moment the inherited power of the Twelve Knights appeared.

"You?" Farrell frowned as if he was surprised by this situation.

Because of the relationship between them, Lancelot should be a woman. Of course, when he came in, he noticed the Lancelot who fell on the ground.

In shock, Caesar had already taken action.

[Indestructible Lake Light] instantly struck down. But at this moment, Farrell made a lightning move and clamped the sharp sword between his two fingers.

"The speed is good, much better than the boys I met before." Farrell nodded: "Nearly the third stage of dressing should be achieved in this half day? Very good... It's decided, you just This is the real Lancelot. However, this level is still not good enough to deal with me."

"It's just not bad." Caesar responded abruptly.

Farrell was startled...but he saw blood spilling out from between his fingers where the sword blade was clamped.

The palm has obviously been broken by the sword wind.

After this blow, Caesar quickly retreated... to regain his composure, but at the same time he was secretly shocked. The results achieved by this almost sneak attack were so disappointing.

At this time, Farrell, after taking a look at the wound on his palm, suddenly seemed to be a different person... A huge murderous intention emanated from his body.

That surging power that almost made people despair... A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on the thin face, like an evil ghost walking out of hell.

"That's great...this kind of fighting power is worthy of the Twelve Knights."

Under the huge terrifying wire, everyone couldn't help but fall back... As an ordinary person, Her Majesty the Queen slumped directly on the chair at this time, her face changing several times.

"Then let me try your limit... you must satisfy me." Farrell stretched out his right hand, and a black lightsaber condensed out.

It is not a forged weapon, but a sword condensed with power.

As he walked forward step by step, the pressure increased exponentially, and the chairs and tables in the auditorium exploded one after another because they could no longer bear it.

Caesar couldn't help but broke into a cold sweat. But at this moment, two cold lights suddenly shot from above Farrell!

Farrell didn't even look at it. The black light sword in his hand seemed to flash past, and he saw the two cold lights were interrupted and fell to the ground. They were two disconnected flying knives.

On the dome of the auditorium, there was only a figure wearing yellow holy armor, looking at people with a smiling face...the clown, Dalgoni.

"Dalgoni, you're here too."

Sir Pugins didn't seem surprised and just nodded towards Mr. Clown.

Mr. Clown casually threw a sphere to Sir Pukins, and then said with a smile: "It took a while to deal with Geraint, so I came late. Here you go, old man... everything from the Knights of Twist Agency headquarters , including a round table, and several pavilion elders..."

It was the ball that Orphen reached out to take.

Next.

"I was really... thank you for taking care of me yesterday!"

The moment he threw the ball, the clown rushed out like a ghost, "I was still thinking about when I would see Mr. Farrell again... I didn't expect that goodbye would come so quickly. It's really disappointing... Happy reunion!"

"A clown is a clown, no matter which generation it is...that's the case."

Farrell sneered and punched directly.

Fist to fist collision.

The huge air wave exploded directly at this moment... The royal auditorium could not withstand this huge force at this moment, and the dome was broken in an instant!

Amidst the splashing of gravel, the clown's crazy laughter was heard.

"He is indeed the strongest knight in history... He is so terrifying even without the holy armor. It's great... Come again, Mr. Farrell!! Hahahahahaha!!!"

Crazy fist bombardment.

The strong wind brought by each punch was destroying everything that was left... The Royal Auditorium, which was already in danger, suddenly collapsed at this moment.

Only a few figures were seen, and they rushed forward...Caesar carrying the [Indestructible Lake Light], the people from Doomsday Myth, and...the clown.

And what they faced was the strongest knight in history who could 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 become impossible for the old knight, who is just an ordinary person, to recognize it with his flesh.

But that didn't stop him from being obsessed with this power.

"Ophen...my child, have you seen it? This is the power I want...let's get started, why waste the time they bought for us?"

Orphen nodded. Although the auditorium collapsed directly, it did not hurt him or Pugins... but Simpton was already buried in the stone.

I saw Orphen quickly calling the two boxes he brought with him, which contained an ancient crown and... [Holy Grail].

Sir Pugins came to the [Holy Grail] at this time and opened his hands.

"Over the years, the souls of inhuman criminals have been secretly collected..."

At this time, Jazz took off a ring in his hand and threw it directly into the Holy Grail.

"The blood of orcs."

He then raised the magic sword and let the blood drip into the [Holy Grail].

"The noble souls of loyal knights."

Then, the ball sent by the clown was also put into the [Holy Grail].

Sir Pugins finally raised the Holy Grail high, with an excited look on his face: "Also, all the souls who died in Fog City today... I will use them all as sacrifices! You will realize my wish!"

Looking at Farrell in the night sky, with absolutely powerful power, one person easily suppressed the Doomsday Myths and the Joker, Jazz shouted: "You... will give me the same strength and powerful body as him!"

"You...will give me [mordred]'s holy armor!"

Powerful, incredibly powerful, the legend of Farrell, the rebellious power of the terrifying legend that almost destroyed the Knight Agency that night, is so powerful!

…

The moment he held the [Holy Grail] in both hands, it seemed as if countless voices sounded in Pugins' mind...like the whispers of demons tempting humans, stimulating the most primitive desire in his heart in an instant.

After several rounds of sacrifices, the [Holy Grail] began to emit a strong light at this moment. It was not a bright white light, but a... strange black light!

However, he was equally dazzling...the black brilliance broke through instantly. At the moment when the black light flickered, Farrell stopped suddenly.

The moment he paused, Caesar and others who surrounded him did not hesitate at all!

Everyone and weapons fell on Farrell almost at the same time. Even Mr. Clown, the fist covered in the holy armor, directly bombarded Farrell's head.

All the force hit Farrell's body without any rebound... His body just withstood these attacks.

But he still stood there blankly, motionless.

Caesar suddenly waved his hand at this time, and everyone in Doomsday Myth moved away instantly, but only the clown seemed to have found something interesting, and his fists began to hit Farrell's chest.

"Can't be broken...can't be broken...what kind of monster-level body is this...why can't it be broken!"

The clown's smiling face had long since turned into a crying face under the force of his fists exploding like bullets!

Each punch hit the opponent's body firmly...but the opponent had no reaction and just stood there stupidly.

Finally, Farrell raised his head and looked at the black light rising from the sky.

"They are back... They are back... Back... Back!! Back!!! I said, they are not dead, they will come back... I said it!! You don't believe me , don’t even believe me!!”

His body actually... trembled.

Farrell, who is holding his head now. Ten seconds ago, he was so powerful that everyone despaired. At this time, like a madman, he shouted in panic towards the black beam of light...

ps: (12/30)

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