Trafford’s Trading Club

Amazingly, when she walked out of the castle gate, Gillian felt her power come back - and it was precisely because it came back that she felt the horror of Mordred again.

Along his side, as if there were countless grudging demons roaring all the time… these grudging demons even tried to devour his body constantly.

For a moment, Jillian thought of pain… the pain of being torn apart by madness.

But it seemed like it was just a fantasy, a cold wind blowing, and what she saw was just plain and thin.

She looked far away at the ultimate great knight of Leno… it was also a powerful knight, only to take a detour if left to her to cope.

“You should have stopped the other knights just now.” Jillian frowned at the moment: “At this time, you have left the prison, I'm afraid you have reported it to the knighthood... Forget it, let's get out of here first. ”

“Wait a little longer, there's a couple of little guys out there.” As Mordred spoke, he raised his head and looked over the night sky.

The witch smiled and saw only the night sky, not knowing when it was a transporter that was hovering… At this time, three figures were jumping from the transporter.

They landed and stood in a triangle… Jillian's eyes opened and her face suddenly became difficult to see!

The three of them who came down from the transporter were, of course, two twelve round-table knights who had an edge with her a few hours earlier... Gareth and the Joker!

In addition to Gareth and the clown, standing on the third corner is a woman in a tuxedo.

Miss Jillian's face gave a not so ugly smile and a sheath, “I don't think my dear Pupkins can trust me. I can't believe how many of you came all the way here at once... So, since this beautiful lady on this side can act with Gareth and Mr. Joker, she must be the only one who inherited Lancelot Du-Lake as a woman? ”

“I think he was right to reject you from the beginning.” Gareth said with no expression that his eyes had been locked on Mordred.

In fact, Mr. Joker and Lancelot are the same… they don't care much about witches.

The witch lady obviously doesn't care about their contempt, just smiling and moaning: “The mythologists of the end are still lurking in your country... are you really not afraid to waste your time escorting me all the way here instead of surrounding you? ”

“This may not be true. Perhaps the threat here is even greater.” The clown showed a smiley face.

In fact, they're all close… Gareth, Joker, Lancelot, step by step at this time, and completely locked away any escape route that Miss Witch is thinking about.

Even with the most vicious knight of all time, but facing three dozen round tables at the same time, her heart was somewhat bottomless... after all, the toxin on Mordred was only half clear: according to him.

Even if he broke the statues of the great knights and the former knights of the round table with a single blow, it was nothing more than a soul that retained a small part of their power.

The three Gareth, on the other hand, completely inherited the power of the Knight of the Round Table, just at the peak of contemporary times...

“Are you the twelve knights of this generation?” Mordred measured, from Gareth to the clown to Lancelot, his eyes finally stopped on Lancelot and frowned slightly.

“Exactly.” Gareth is reliable on serious occasions… at least a lot more than the clown next to him, "Farrell, please go back to the castle… Your sentence is seven hundred and ninety-three years away. ”

“Farrell...” Mordred took a breath, "and no one called me by that name for a long time. ”

“After all, you have been deprived of [Mordred] 's name.” Mr. Joker's smile turned into a crying face, a very funny tone: “Although the knighthood has never been able to deprive you of the inheritance power of [Mordred], to date, [Mordred] is still empty. ”

Mordred… Farrell sounded silent before slowly saying: “I promised this witch of the heart to do something for her. When it's done, I'll be back... how, I don't want to draw a sword here on the 12th round table. ”

“So...” Mr. Joker's crying face turned into a smile again, "I suddenly came up with a better way... if this woman died, you wouldn't have to go out, would you? ”

Pfft -!

A cold light, in the middle of this sudden, comes directly towards the witch of the heart... the flying knife in the hands of the clown Dagonit!

But the long-awaited witch was not panicked, and as she was preparing to resist, the sword blade of the Golden Sword stood in front of her, blocking the flying knife.

The clown's flying knife was not a real attack... The moment the flying knife was fired, he moved, and the moment the golden sword blocked the flying knife, he had approached Farrell's front, and a simple punch had been fired at Farrell's face door.

Don't look at Mr. Joker. He's not tall, he doesn't look strong, but among the current twelve knights, he's said to have the highest physical strength and the highest pure strength.

It was just a direct hit, but it didn't shock Farrell... not even shifting his cheek!

In an instant, Farrell leaned back slightly, then slammed forward very quickly - hitting his forehead directly on where the clown was going.

Boo--!

The clown flies out in a flash!

“It turns out that Dagonit was overwhelmed by the power of the flesh...” Gareth was shocked, but the reaction was also extremely fast. At the moment Mr. Joker flied out, without any hesitation, the sword in his hand had been stabbed out!

The tip of the sword is like lightning bolt, rapidly stabbing out eighteen successive strikes, but letting Farrell close his eyes and flash past easily... the sword wind penetrating the tip of the sword, at the same time stabbing the wall behind the castle gate, stabbing out eighteen holes.

“Not fast enough. ”

The sound, which rang in Gareth's ear, spread out of his chest at this moment… it was the handle of the golden sword, which hit Gareth's chest directly at this moment - and he flew backwards like a clown.

Just a few seconds back and forth, when the clown climbed up from the ground, it was the moment Gareth hit him... the clown took Gareth next.

They looked at each other and then suddenly removed a necklace from their necks… The necklace is the source of the power of the Twelve Round Tables.

However, at the moment when their inheritance power appeared, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of them… The power of inheritance flowed over the two of them, and the glory of the body was the arrival of Saint Kai, who was able to spark the strength of the Twelve Knights.

“Too slow! Too slow!”

Farrell's golden sword was drawn directly, and each came to Gareth and the clown for a moment... they didn't fully show up with the holy armor, and instantly it was broken!

Gareth spit out a breath of blood... the heirloom armor was not worn yet and was knocked down on the ground again?

“What are the heirs to this session?” The great sword in Farrell's hand was drawn again, this time directly knocking the clown off and filming it in the middle of the sky, "it took a second to start the armor... How dare you call yourselves round tables? ”

At the same time, behind Farrell, there was a dark veil… behind him, a knight with a black armor appeared sometime!

The black armor is wrapped all over the body and a tiny bit of purple and black light flashes over the black armor!

“You're a little decent, but just normal! ”

Farrell turned around and the sword was not slapped this time, but cut out with one sword... The Black Armor Knight was shocked, raised the sword in his hand to resist, but was struck by a sword, and the whole body sank directly into the earth... The Black Armor Knight's sword, even a large number of cracks appeared.

At the same time, a corrugated impact, even more so at this moment, the trees around the castle were directly knocked down… 100 meters away, the corrugation gradually dissipated.

It's just... a replica of the sculpture, not a real [Gawaine] heirloom golden sword...

In less than ten seconds, the three round tables were so easily defeated in each other's hands... Gareth coughed up a breath of blood that he never thought humans could be so powerful.

But he... hasn't used the power of [Mordred] yet!

Boom... The clown just fell out of the sky and fell directly to the ground, but it was motionless... unconscious.

“As such, when the darkness reappears, when they reappear…" Farrell mutters to himself, "You, even one, cannot resist. ”

“Darkness… them?” Gareth stood up barely.

Farrell shook his head, the golden sword wheel in his hand circled and split... the sword light rushed out of the hundred meters, and since he started, he has actually cut the island open alive from here!

Gareth almost felt suffocated watching the water pour in.

“At least this level is required. ”

The golden sword was finally stuck at the ground by Farrell, and he left with the witch lady... the three round tables, correctly, the two conscious round tables, without the strength to stop them.

Gareth stumbled back and then fell directly onto the ground… not afraid, just because the humerus had broken a lot.

“It was like a joke...” Gareth laughed bitterly.

Half-baked knights of black armor buried in the dirt, when the black armor dispersed... the sophisticated five officials revealed, but equally pale and bloodless.

She looked up at the night sky and saw an armed helicopter rising slowly and then going away... she said slowly after a long silence: "Gareth, do you have the strength to pull me out? ”

“Please give me at least an hour, or you can wake up this clown...”

Lancelot: emmmmm...

……

It's so powerful that it's beyond the human sphere, and according to him, it's only half the toxin... that is, he only has one or two percent power at this time!

Absolutely! If this man does this, he will definitely get the literature: Aksha Records!

There's no one stronger than him in this world!

The witch lady in the helicopter, her face turns red... her body is in a state of extreme excitement, and she looks at Mordred sitting behind her... or Farrell.

I wonder if the illusion is that this man's face doesn't seem to be as dry or thin as it was at first... like a little bit of flesh has grown?

The helicopter hatch is open.

Farrell looked out at this moment, and the seawater beneath flowed, but a little bit of fluorescence fell from the bottle in his hand and fell over the seawater... a little bit of fluorescence on the surface of the sea gradually dissipated with the waves, eventually extinguishing.

These are the great knights, the souls of the twelve knights... although only partially, after losing their vectors at the same time, they can't stay for too long, but it just spills like this, isn't it too wasteful?

Nevertheless, the witch simply opened her mouth and did not choose to point out that it was not just her mother who met Farrell, who learned the legend of Farrell from various sources.

“Who's your father?” Farrell suddenly asked.

Jillian shrugged: “I haven't seen him, my mother told me that my father was already dead... maybe you can tell me something, after all you seem to know my mother too? ”

Farrell frowned for a moment of silence and suddenly asked, "Aksha Records, how did you know it existed? ”

Miss Witch closed her eyes and said: "This is going to come from a musician who is clearly gifted but who likes to explore… But he did not harvest the Aksha Records, just a few pages of Dead Sea Books. I have printed these pages of Dead Sea Instruments from his hands. Though the printout does not have the power of the Instrument, it does have the same function as a clue to the Aksha Records. ”

“It's just a few pages of Dead Sea Instruments, and they don't fit together.” Farrell bluntly said, "No one has ever collected the Dead Sea Instrument, so give it up and change the other. ”

“What, even the most heinous knight of all time, Mordred, is desperate for the Dead Sea Instrument?” Jillian smiled, "In that case, you beat the English figure of three dozen round tables by yourself before, but you will be greatly discounted in their impression. ”

“Do you really want to find Aksha Records?” Farrell suddenly asked.

“Otherwise, I'm trying so hard to get you out, obviously not because I worship you like a little girl. ”

“Once you've found Aksha Records, what are you going to do?” Farrell asked again.

Miss Witch looked at the night sky ahead and gave a silver-lined laugh... just a laugh, didn't answer.

“My name, Farrell.” He looked out, too, "Mordred, dead. ”

“Doesn't matter.” Miss Witch said softly: “If you can help me, it doesn't matter if I ask you to call your lord...”

Farrell shook his head, "Go to Camland. ”

“Camran?” The witch lady shrugged, "Where isn't... what are you doing in that place? ”

“Now that you're looking for Aksha Records, you naturally need to go get something back.” Farrell said softly: “This literature, what we've been looking for, is not just your little witch...”

“You mean, inhuman?” The witch frowned, "strong? Better than you? ”

“You don't want to know what really is powerful...” He slowly closed his eyes and ignored the witch lady.

PS1: Turning over the reward record, we salvaged one adorable master, "The Cutest Fat Smash in the World," serving tea to the capitalist big man on a regular basis.

PS2: Then 27 becomes 29 OZT...

PS3: (729) …