My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 590: The Beginning of All Collapse

“Keith was calm, but he was an outsider, completely unaware of Joseph's horrors, so I thought he could avoid a lot of risks if he hadn't arrived to shoot directly.” Urutia's words made a lot of people nod, but Gerrard didn't find the affection for Kerall's name in her words.

Give Urudia one: Well done. The eyes, Zikrein, no, Gerald's tirelessly inspired others: “You see, Uruthia obviously discovered this. Would you rather risk Joseph's resurrection than use a magic cannon? ”

He stabbed all the senators in the death row.

Joseph is resurrected.

It's a terrible premise.

Terrible to the point where they are totally reluctant to go to the imaginary.

They're willing to do whatever it takes to strangle this possibility!

“Well, let's do it.” The Speaker spoke seriously: "Destroy the R-System as soon as possible before Kerall arrives! ”

“Thank you very much for making this decision.” Zicklein bowed, and the colour of ecstasy overflowed his unseen face.

……

“Finally? Elusia, and the agitator - Kerall..." Stand up from the position, Gerald is covered in a cloak and can't see his face, but the long blue hair is visible.

“What are you still pretending to be? Gerald? No, Zicklein.” Kerall smiled and stood, and the clash of momentum between the two Holy Ten seemed astonishing.

“Humph, just call me Gerald, Zicklein. It's just a split.” Another voice rang in this empty hall.

Zyklein in his casual suit slowly appeared here.

Unlike Gerrard in the black cloak, Zeke Rein's white Saint Ten suit is remarkable.

“You fool me from the start?!” Elusia had a broken tooth and called herself Gerrard's cousin, but she didn't expect to be alone from the start.

“Eloosa, Eloosa, Eloosa!” The other side is shouting: “What am I supposed to do with you? Your naiveté, your mightiness, really makes me want to. ”

“Hypocrite!” Elusia changed her magic and pulled out her sword.

“Take it easy.” Keiral reaches out: “The guy who doesn't even have half the magic, no wonder I say how you can be called Holy Ten. ”

“You've been magically projecting... has the body always been in this place?” No wonder Keiral touched his chin, and Gerrard was always in a position to raise his hand and vote, not at all concerned about anything. ”

“My only goal is only the Tower of Paradise. I really don't have any interest in magic council stuff. Thanks to you, I've been living in a magic council for over a month.” With a ridiculous smile, the two merged into one, and suddenly the thriving magic emanated from his body: “My strength… is back…”

“So projection magic is something that needs to be dispersed? It's pathetic...” The smile on Kerall's face is ridiculous: “Looks like all these years... you haven't even made any progress...”

Gerald's face changed.

Keiral stabbed him in the head with one sentence.

He is now 22 years old and, since becoming Holy Ten, has devoted his attention to the Tower of Paradise since taking his place in the Magic Council.

In the next six years, it won't go any further.

Using most of his magic to sustain the projection, the level is still the same as it was six years ago.

Perhaps it is enough for him to bully those below the Holy Ten, but for Kerall, his fighting power...

It'll be weak!

Kerall was a man who fought Josepola.

Nature has a scale in its heart for the battle power of Holy Ten, and the strongest one encountered is undoubtedly Makarov.

Makarov's ability to easily crush Josepola is truly palpitating, but it is not invincible.

Second, Keiral had already gained confidence in himself, and Keiral was second in defense, after all, not a magician specializing in killing enemies.

And Gerald...

Too young.

Really young.

Keiral envied Gerrard, only 22 years old, who represented the infinite possibilities of the future.

But Keiral has mercy on Gerrard.

For whatever purpose and for whatever reason, Gerrard, with an infinite future and possibilities, must die here.

“What a pity.” Kerall shook his head gently: “You think you can beat me by retrieving your magic? ”

“Have you found out?” Kerall raised his hand to point at Gerrard: “The gap between us. ”

“…" Gerrard looked gloomy but did not speak.

Yes, he has discovered the difference between Keiral and him, the distance between the heavens and the earth, and Keiral's magic spreads like the sea, and his own magic, at best, is a stream.

The magic gap represents the gap accumulated between the two sides, and he did not accumulate his magic one footprint at a time, as Kerall did, leaving him in the downwind and even directly dead.

“Why have you been stalling for so long?” Gerrard decides to open his mouth and hit Kerall psychologically: "Because you're too fast, you probably don't know, the Magic Council has decided to fire directly at this place. ”

“In five minutes, this place will be destroyed directly.” Keep an eye on Keiral, he'll jump on him with a little movement and destroy Keiral with his own string of celestial magic.

But Keiral nodded softly in the face of Gerrard, without a hint of movement: “I know, even if you can't persuade those stubborn people, I'll let Urudia help you. ”

“What... how...” Gerrard's face changed dramatically, trying to shake Kerall, but he was born to be shaken by Kerall in words.

“Your purpose is nothing more than 2.7 billion magic to revive Jerf, and my purpose is far greater than yours.” Keiral Haha smiled and opened his hands: “Gerrard, watch this prelude to the magical council breakdown in the Fiore kingdom. ”

Of course, this is the beginning of all the breakdowns!!

That's what Kerall said in his heart.

A giant pillar of light descends from the sky like a heavenly punishment and then blows down against this giant tower.

The heavens and the earth are all white, no one can avoid them...