Trafford’s Trading Club

On a wild road, a black pickup truck ran wildly.

On the truck's bucket, Her Majesty was curling around the corner with Lancelot in her arms.

Judas, on the other hand, looked at them with no expression... which forced Lancelot to remain in a 'coma’.

At this point, the sound of the distant monastery can be heard.

Catherine, who was driving, looked at the dark painted night sky on the rearview mirror from time to time and seemed a little distracted.

Tippe in the co-pilot's seat suddenly said, "Kitty, do you think the chief will ‘transform’ this time? Or would you just try to use the power of the Twelve Horsemen's Armor? ”

And Catherine frowned: "Better not! Do you think Caesar was hit by iron? ”

Tipp did not speak and remained silent for a long time... he said silently for a while: “I will definitely be the most powerful secret pharmacist to produce that kind of secret drug. ”

“Kid! ”

Catherine scoffed coldly, but her eyes were warm.

……

The misty blood gradually dissipated, eventually spreading into the cheeks of one of the [The-Fianna] members, and the cold humidity shook him suddenly.

Later, this member of [The-Fianna], for some reason, screamed wildly... he seemed to be inspired by something!

While screaming wildly, he even kept opening the weapons on the ‘dragon cavalry' armor - not just the big guns in his hand, but the belt propeller behind it, which was turned into a weapon.

Split miniature submarine missiles were launched from the armor of the thrusters, dispersed in the air, and bombarded directly on Caesar - not only that, but he even suddenly pulled out a black gold knife with leg gear, and stormed the past!

[The-Fianna] In the control room, the image on the screen about this member also flashed red light at this time, and the support person who was monitoring said in alarm at this time: "Number 17, abnormal mental value, has exceeded the alert value by 30%, dangerous state! ”

“How can you exceed the alert value, are you already adjusted!” The prime minister held his hands under control and lifted them, and his surprisingly incongruous mouth eventually gave off an angry roar.

“Probably due to the death of their peers, who train together and have deeper feelings. So…” The officer next to him had to guess and explain.

“Deep emotions?” The Prime Minister has gone mad, "they don't need feelings at all!! ”

Looking back at the moment of anger with the officer, the alarm sounded again on the front console, as well as the alarmed and rapid voice of the support personnel.

“Unit 5, disconnected! Unit 18, disconnected!! Unit 22, severely damaged! Unit 7... out of control!! Pilot 10 Psychiatric numerical alert line critical... Prime Minister!! ”

“How could this be...”

On the screen, accompanied by a 'dragon cavalry' that was either blown up or shot down, the image of a member of [The-Fianna] on the other screen quickly turned dim or flashed red.

The prime minister's whole child fell pale and powerless and sat down on a chair. He couldn't help but shake his arms...

……

At the Abbey, when Caesar's hand was holding a member of [The-Fianna] and then smashing him directly into the ground... a great impact, even the moment the soldier's arm was torn apart directly from his body, only seven [The-Fianna] fighters remained.

One of them was even disoriented, and they stood silly on the ground, motionless, and had to enter the intelligent system control of the Dragon Cavalry.

“You can't win... you can't win... you can't win... demon! It's the devil! Ah--!"

He shouted in horror, turning around, the bell wing behind the thruster instantly unfolded, the airflow erupting, pushing his body directly into the sky, towards the giant fighter.

Caesar took a deep breath at this point, but took the lighter out of his trouser pocket, held it tight, and... overdrafted hard!

Boo--!!

The next moment, the engines of the fighter jets were just punched straight through by this lighter and exploded instantly!

The giant fighter plane went out of control and just fell and ran into this frightened escaped [The-Fianna] member!

He watched with horror, and eventually the fighter plane fell directly on him… into the earth.

Seven... There are only six left!

The plane that crashed, destroying a great deal of land in front of the monastery, shone the flames of flames around it… and Caesar, in this light, moved his gaze to another [The-Fianna] member.

One female member.

Her body trembled and stood in place, holding up the weapon with her hands, but her body could not help but tremble constantly, unable to aim, the red light dot, constantly painting a circle on Caesar's body.

Humidity… begins to spread from the battle suit below her abdomen, accompanied by a flurry of hot air.

She eventually knelt down on her knees softly, “Don't kill me... don't kill me... don't...”

Caesar came to this member with no expression, and his gaze was indifferent, "We, too, had begged for such forgiveness. ”

His palms stretched out, five fingers together, just like that... if no accident, the head and body of this female [The-Fianna] member will split directly at the next moment!

Swing!

“No ——!!! ”

The rest of the members screamed terribly, but the arm of the knife had swung, only a skull flew out at this point, fell to the ground and rolled away.

When this separated body fell to the ground, the head stopped rolling... on top of it, contaminated with dust, grass and ash, like a piece of garbage.

Just open those eyes that haven't had time to close and look at the night sky beneath the stars.

Six. Only five left!

“Retreat... retreat! Retreat!! Retreat... Retreat!!! ”

“You stay too.” Caesar jumped forward and jumped into the night sky like a shell into one of the five remaining men.

While this man closed his eyes in despair, a figure was in front of him... his arms crossed and Caesar's fist was next!

He opened his eyes subconsciously and saw a strange clown in yellow armor... dude!

“Looks like we're in a hurry.” This yellow armored clown, when his big, scarlet lip cracked open an infiltrating curved smile!

Caesar faced the clown knight directly in the air without endless jump impact castration.

The fists of both sides were like bullets, spitting wildly, only hearing the loud noise... at the end of the day, the two seemed to fall on the ground unbefittingly.

At the same time, a knight in a dark blue armor appeared in front of the woman's head. He fell on one knee and put his hand over his unclosed eyes, whispering: "I'm sorry I didn't show up to you in time. Though we have never known each other, may your soul rest in peace… I am convinced that you must have been a beautiful and charming woman in your lifetime. ”

He seemed to pray.

Caesar glanced at the side… Then he raised his head, and the sound came from the night sky, only to see the helicopter slowly - unlike that exaggerated fighter, which obviously had to be obtained normally, but only by ordinary military models.

On the helicopter, a few more figures jumped.

There are bearded men, men in highway police uniforms, and even men in doctors' robes.

Hercules is the twelve knights of the round table who are in charge of the town guard of the local knighthood organs.

At this point, the man in the highway police uniform… that is, Mr. Geraint, who has the name [Geraint], suddenly tried to nod his mouth and ask: “Joker and Gareth, why are you wearing the holy armor so long ago… don't you fear wasting your strength? ”

“Who knows? Perhaps it's an interest. A snatch or something?” The physician-like young man shrugged his shoulders and then measured how many [The-Fianna] members were left, "what were these guys? Seems to be to save the queen, too? ”

“Probably from the government.” The bearded man Tresty frowned, “When did the government get this stuff out? ”

“Doesn't look like much.” Joker Dagonit pulled his finger out of his ear and said to the survivors of The-Fianna: “To avoid trouble, hide first. Rest assured, we won't do anything to you. Whatever you do, it's all between the old man of our family and your boss... Of course, I'd prefer you to join the mix, because I'd also like to try these metallic creases on you. What's the point? ”

They… [The-Fianna] survivors face each other at this time, but their communications are still in good condition and awaiting instructions from Headquarters.

The five survivors not only remained in a stable state of mind, but even supported in the end by the horrific forces of Caesar… At headquarters, the Prime Minister, though extremely ugly, knew that the anonymous survivors always had to, so without thinking, instructed them to observe the change, to temporarily withdraw from the battlefield and to be ready to withdraw at any time.

“How could those old guys from the knighthood find this position...” The prime minister looked suspiciously at the people in the control room.

This operation, which he authorized, should not have been divulged... He had to suspect that there was a leak of information to that old guy in Pupkins, otherwise these round-table knights, even if they found movement, could not have arrived in such a timely manner...

[The-Fianna] Almost extinguished, the appearance of the knighthood, and the ridiculous look behind which Pupkins was watching it all, the Prime Minister had a feeling of being blackmailed by some boring mob a few years ago in front of the people, broadcasting live the sadness of a Japanese pig!

Of course, the thugs were captured!

……

[The-Fianna] 's survivors listened to orders, slowly descended, and retreated to the edge of the battlefield, silently speaking.

Caesar didn't touch these people again, just measured Gareth, the clowns.

“Five current 12-round tables were set aside at once, and it seems that the knighthood really cares about me.” Caesar adjusted his breath.

When faced with [The-Fianna], it seemed a little easier simply because the group of people possessed extremely powerful weapons, but they were not powerful in nature. At best, their physical qualities were comparable to those of ordinary Orcs, making it difficult to control the power of those weapons.

But unlike these knights, they are all the elites of a thousand hammers, otherwise they will not be able to inherit the power of that mighty 12-circle table.

“It's not too late.” Gerrant in a highway police uniform twisted his neck at the moment, "it's time for you to finish your warm-up exercise... I don't know who you are, but depending on what's going on here, you're not a nobody, are you? ”

“[Oberon], that's what you should call me in your profile.” Caesar's voice was low.

“Are you the leader of The Myth of the End?” Gareston frowned.

Mr. Joker whistled, "Oh! Lucky winner. ”

“Lucky indeed.” Caesar smiled, "and my blood just got warm. As I said… the warm-up exercise is almost over. ”

And the twelve round tables looked at each other, and the young man, like the doctor, suddenly said, "Which one of you is coming? Siege is not the spirit of the Knight's faith. ”

He took the initiative to take two steps back, but looked quietly at the monastery behind Caesar… Apparently he was more like looking for an opportunity to enter the monastery than he was dealing with the leader of the myth of the Last Day.

After all, the most important task is to save the hostage… the shadow stretches slowly behind him, then disengages, turns into a shadow man's blur, and then flashes into the night.

“Is sneaking the spirit of a knight? ”

Caesar waved a punch at this moment, and the shadow man disappeared directly from the bomb 10 meters apart!

The doctor waved his hand with nothing to do and smiled brightly: “It's amazing. ”

“If you don't do it, you're welcome.” Mr. Joker's big smile appeared, his hands swinging, eight flying knives simultaneously!

The speed of this knife is not much slower than the speed of light emitted by the weapons on the 'dragon cavalry' - at a time when Caesar obviously did not intend to rigid or drive directly, as he had done before.

I saw him staggering his body, like a dance, hiding from the void of a flying knife... but how can a clown attack be so big, he himself has deceived himself!

The clown, who called the current 12th round table the strongest in flesh, obviously felt that the other guy was also a strong in flesh a minute ago, so he also had a more energetic idea.

The kind of fists that spit at each other like bullets, can roll around, punch and punch each other in the battle to break the earth, undoubtedly hitting several members of [The-Fianna] at the edge.

“Are we… going to go beyond this group? ”

“Knight organ…”

“It's just one, it's hard to figure it out with this demon...”

Ignore the responses of this group of survivors.

Gerrant was slightly surprised: “It's the first time I've seen it. This guy, he's almost as powerful as a clown. The flesh of a clown is perverted. It's amazing. No wonder I have the courage to do things in our country... I also have a little itch. ”

Gareth laughed because you hadn't seen the guy in the island jail... but the clown didn't even punch him next, and he was just lying in a coma.

Suddenly, Caesar broke up with the clown again… it seemed that neither side had managed to get to each other.

The clown changed to a crying face, but his face was ecstatic, "What an interesting opponent... make me happier! ”

“The more crazy the power, the more crazy the knight, rather than just the knight.” Caesar shook his head, "and I had no interest in fighting with you. ”

“Are you going to run away? ”

Somehow, Gerrant, the doctor, and Tresty had flashed to three different places behind Caesar, blocking his possible retreat.

After seeing the physical strength of the clown Caesar could have worn the holy armor, they didn't have to, and by this time they had also worn their own holy armor.

Caesar's hands drowned and breathed slowly, facing five dozen round tables at the same time, but fearless, "Then try… the power of the so-called armor. ”

“It'll surprise you.” The clown squeezed his eyes at this moment and was about to do it... when he threw the flying knife, his body suddenly stood still!

Weird feeling, coming from his armor at this time… not just him, but the other four dozen round tables, also felt this weird at this time.

They couldn't help but look at the fluctuations emanating from Caesar… the fluctuations of the holy armor!

The power of the twelve round tables has resonated at this time!

A black-purple light flashed over Caesar... but between moments, a black-light armor covered Caesar's entire body!!

“Lancelot Du Lake…”

“And ‘Lake Light Without Destruction’?!! ”

Gareth muttered to himself, “How is this possible...”

Caesar waved the ‘Lake Light Without Destruction’ in his hand at this moment, and the sword wind ripped the air, tearing a large pit tens of meters straight out of the ground.

“Come… knights of the round table.” Caesar spoke softly.

Mr. Joker's head buzzed at this moment, finally reflecting the true meaning of the so-called 'Try the Power of the Holy Armor' in the mouth of this doomsday mythical leader.

He felt like there was a voice in his head at the same time.

Like asking him, "Surprise, surprise?"