Trafford’s Trading Club

Shadow, running fast in the street.

In spite of the high speed movement, Bedville is still in timely communication with the two Cabinets, who are still intact, and hastily discussing all this.

But he stopped quickly —— because he sensed so many active magic sources.

Even more straightforward —— he saw a line of guys in black robes, covering their faces, walking fast.

Such a strange formation naturally prevented the Bedville knights from turning a blind eye - he ran directly into these guys and stopped them on their way.

“Stop, I have something to ask you! ”

One of these black cloak men came out slowly… This man slowly lifted his hat in front of the Bedville knight.

When Bedville opened his mouth slightly, he was stunned: "Is that you... Gareth? What are you?”

“It's a bit long...” Mr. Gareth said positively at the moment: “Come with me, I'll tell you on the way. ”

“To where?” Bedville raised his eyebrows and the Fogdu Knights headquarters was the scene of the tragedy, yet Gareth at this moment… it was necessary for him to be vigilant.

“I know you must be suspicious of me, but...” Gareth grinned bitterly: “It's like when I first heard it, I... it's hard to imagine or even believe it. ”

“Who are they?” Bedville raised his eyebrows again.

“Despicable Ace… now one of the four deacons of the Magicians Association Secretary Tower.” The man on his shoulder listened to a light bird and said slowly.

“Magician's Association…” Bedville opened his mouth in surprise and then silenced for a moment before looking at Gareth: "Where are you… taking me? ”

“Speak on the way...”

……

……

They eventually walked into the church.

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

She was in Catherine's custody, sitting in a chair waiting for her —— and Lancelot was paralyzed and motionless.

“What happened.” Caesar frowned.

“This old lady doesn't seem very honest. To be honest, I already said she shouldn't be treated too well. ”

Catherine shrugged her shoulders and then pointed to Lancelot on the ground: “As for this knight, she's probably a little overworked in her endurance and doesn't know how to get out of her misery… and eventually she can't support falling in this old lady's resting place. Actually, I advised you not to keep it. ”

Caesar did not speak - the core members of the myth of the end did not speak when they saw their chiefs and naturally did not continue the subject.

Her Majesty, looking at an embossing in front of the auditorium, slowly stood up and turned her back on the people of Pupkins and suddenly said: "Pupkins… I don't like this place very much, can I change places? ”

“Here's a memory of most of the moments you've been through in your life… I think it's more appropriate when your life ends here.” The old Sir smiled, "My queen. ”

The queen sighed softly and turned around and frowned: “Actually, I don't understand why it's you, Pupkins. You are the descendant of the noble King Arthur, the leader of the Knights of Mist... you who have stood at the top of the non-human pyramid of Britain, what is more unsatisfactory? ”

“Humanity, in order to progress, needs not to be met. I have always thought…” He came slowly to Her Majesty the Queen, "Humanity should not stop at his footsteps. ”

“What are you after?” Her Majesty looked directly into each other's eyes.

“Seeing again, that's the look of the queen I'm familiar with. ”

The old jazz looked at these eyes with some fascination and said softly, "Elizabeth, what do you think is the power source that people are moving forward? ”

“Greed, like you.” Her Majesty is ironic.

The old jazz just smiled.

“Actually, you're right, what you said I had... I've been asking myself over the years, I... I need something else, but in the end, no matter how many nights I want, I don't have an answer... suddenly, one day, I find this answer. I think what I need is strength. ”

“You can command the knighthood, that's your strength. ”

“No… not these, not just these. ”

Pupkins appealed and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst out, “It's my own power - one thing I've always wondered, if I have King Arthur's blood, why... why can't I have inhuman power and why can't I be extraordinary? Powerful body, youth... these wonderful things, they all accompany my aging a little further away. ”

“I'm getting old, too.” The queen shook her head.

“So next, I'll even replace you. ”

The old jazz had a smile on his face and said softly: "If you were still young and beautiful, that would be great. But it doesn't matter... you'll see me crowned king - not a king without power like you are now, but a real king. ”

The queen was silent and seemed a little sad, but sighed.

Sir Pupkins laughed: “Elizabeth, I know why you're still calm... you probably really think that your sorcerer's club reinforcements should be here soon, or even there... right? ”

Her Majesty's face changed slightly… and quickly covered up the past, “I'm just an old lady who was playing with your palms, not with pets every day, just appearing in front of you under your arrangement. ”

“It doesn't matter if they don't admit it, even if they do. ”

The jazz waved, “It'll all be over soon… well, it's almost time. ”

Saying, the jazz slowly retreated and opened his hands as if they were hugs away, and Ofen was holding what was in his hand, walking past him to the auditorium stage, putting down what was in his hand.

Yet this is the moment.

Squeak-- ya--!

Open the door.

At this moment, it rang... and at the door that opened behind the crowd, what was seen was a dry, skinny man in a white suit, standing with no expression.

Farrell.

And then there was behind him, gasping, sweaty witch lady.

……

At the moment of his appearance, the Simptons flew up without any hesitation or consideration. Speed is not unpleasant, there is even one residual flash.

Farrell was like a fly, swinging at his fingertips -- heard a loud noise, and the Simptons had been directly caught in the side walls by now.

A sip of blood spit directly from his mouth, between his faces, he fainted and passed out to the past.

Caesar frowned and squeezed his eyes - behind him, the myths of the end came.

“You are…” Sir Pupkins was slightly surprised, then remembered something, and then said positively: “The person Simpton met was you… Farrell. ”

“I think I heard something, something bad.” Farrell was silent for a moment, "the king's blood, flowing on you, seemed a little dirty. ”

The old Sir's divine colour suddenly became a little unnatural, and then he said, "I don't think you need to stop me from anything… After all, what you were willing to guard was this country, this land, not who you were going to be loyal to, right? ”

“So I've always hated this system of knighthood. ”

Farrell shook his head: "Blood, hereditary… the blood of the king, to me, is nothing. Actually, if you can convince me, anyone can. ”

“So…” Sir Pupkins nodded, then said: “Caesar. ”

Again without any hesitation… a purple and black glow flashed from Caesar, followed by a moment when the power of the Twelve Horsemen's inheritance appeared.

“You?” seemed surprised, and Farrell frowned.

Lancelot was supposed to be a woman because he had had an affair - of course, when he came in, he noticed the Lancelot who had fallen to the ground.

Stunned, Caesar has acted.

[Lake Without Destruction Light] instantly chopped straight down - but at this point, Farrell struck out with lightning and his fingers clamped this sharp sword.

“Nice speed, much better than the guys I met before.” Farrell nodded: "Should the almost third phase of the outfit have been achieved in the last half day? Good... it's up to you to be the real Lancelot. But that's a little short for me. ”

“It's just nice.” Caesar responded coldly.

Farrell shrugged... but saw a finger clamped in the blade, not knowing when the blood had spilled.

The palm of the hand has obviously been broken by the sword wind.

After this blow, Caesar retreated swiftly… revitalizing the flag and, at the same time, intimidating himself, this nearly sneaky blow, with less desperate results.

At this point, Farrell, after a glance at the wound on his palm, suddenly looked like a different person... a huge killing machine emanated from him.

That almost desperate power... the thin face suddenly reveals a smile, like a ghost out of hell...

“That's great... this kind of power makes it worthy of the Twelve Knights. ”

Beneath that vast terror, everyone could not help but retreat… Her Majesty, as an ordinary man, was directly paralyzed on the chair and his face changed several times.

“Then let me try where your limits are… be sure to satisfy me.” Farrell stretched out his right hand and a black lightsaber clustered out like this.

It's not a weapon that's built, it's a sword blade that gathers strength.

He walked up, and the pressure rose geometrically, and the bench table in the auditorium burst directly because it was unbearable.

Caesar couldn't help but sweat a cold sweat - but at this moment, two cold lights suddenly came from above Farrell!

Farrell didn't even look, and the black-light sword in his hand seemed to have flashed past, and he saw that the two cold lights were directly interrupted - falling on the ground, it turns out, two broken... flying knives.

At the dome of the auditorium, there was only one person in yellow armor who looked at the figure with a smiley face… clown, Dargoni.

“Dargoni, you're here too. ”

Sir Pupkins didn't seem surprised, he just nodded at Mr. Joker.

Mr. Joker threw a sphere at Sir Pupkins and laughed hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip- I gave you the old man... everything at the headquarters of the Fogdu Knights Institution, including a round table, and several elders. ”

It's the ball that Ofen took over with his hand.

Next.

“Yesterday was... Thank you for your help! ”

The moment I threw the ball, the clown rushed out like a ghost, "I was wondering when I'd see Mr. Farrell again… I didn't expect it to come so fast again. What a pleasant reunion! ”

“A clown is a clown, no matter how many generations… ”

Farrell sneered and punched out.

The fist collides with the fist.

A huge wave blows directly at this moment... the royal auditorium, this moment does not withstand this immense power, the dome is instantly broken!

In a splash of rubble, I heard the clown's crazy laugh.

“Such a mightiest knight ever… even without a holy armor. Wonderful... come again, Mr. Farrell!! Hahahahahahaha!!! ”

Crazy fist bombardment.

The strong winds of each punch are destroying everything that remains… the already precarious Royal Auditorium, which collapses directly at this point.

There are only a few shadows, and at this point it breaks straight up —— Caesar carrying [the light of the lake without destruction], and the myths of the end of the day, and... clowns.

And what they're facing is the strongest knight in history who can only play half his power!

……

The historic Palace of Westminster, in less than half a minute, has become a ruin - a battle that no longer allows the old jazz, merely ordinary people, to see with flesh.

But that did not hinder his obsession with that power.

“Offen... my child, see? That's the power I want… Let's get started, why waste the time they buy us? ”

Offen nodded and the auditorium collapsed but did not hurt him or Pupkins… Simpton was buried in stone.

Just saw Ofen call quickly at this time to bring with him two boxes containing an ancient crown and… [Holy Grail].

Sir Pupkins arrived in front of the Holy Grail and opened his hands.

“The souls of inhuman criminals collected in secret over the years…”

The jazz took off one of the rings in his hand and threw it directly into the chalice.

“Orc blood. ”

He then brought up the sword and let the blood drip into the Grail.

“Loyal knights, noble souls. ”

And then, the ball that the clown sent, it was also placed in the Grail.

Sir Pupkins finally lifted the Holy Grail, and God was thrilled: "And today the fog is full of dead souls… I take them, all of them, as sacrifices! You, will fulfill my wish! ”

Watching that night sky, with absolute power, one could easily suppress the myths of the end and the clown Farrell, and the jazz exclaimed: "You… will give me the same strength and strength as him! ”

“You… will give me [Mordred] 's armor! ”

Powerful, incredibly powerful - Farrell's legend, the horror legend that nearly destroyed the knighthood that night, [Mordred] 's rebellious power, how powerful!

……

When his hands lifted the [Holy Grail] moment, it was as if countless voices had sounded in Pupkins' brain… as the devil seduced the whispers of mankind, stirring up the most primitive desire in his heart for a moment.

Under several rounds of sacrifice, [Holy Grail] began to shine a strong light at this moment - not a bright white light, but a... weird black light!

But his similarly glaring… the black glow breaks out in a flash - and Farrell stops at this flashing moment.

At the moment of his pause, he surrounded his Caesar and others without any hesitation!

Everyone, weapons, fell on Farrell at almost the same time —— even Mr. Joker, who covered the fist of this armor, and directly bombarded Farrell's head.

All the forces struck Farrell without any rebound… his body thus endured these attacks.

But he stood still, motionless.

Caesar waved suddenly at this moment, and the myths of the end of the day flashed away, but only the clown seemed to find something amusing. His fists continued to bombard Farrell's chest.

“Can't break it... can't break it... what kind of monster level flesh is this... why can't you break it! ”

The smiling face of a clown, beneath his fist like a burst of bullets, has long been a crying face!

Each punch stubbornly bombards the other's body… but the other doesn't respond, just standing there silly.

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

“They're back... they're back... they're back... they're back!! Back...!!! I told you, they are not dead, they will come back... I told you!! You don't believe me, you don't believe me-- ah!! ”

His body was... trembling.

This one now holds his head. A few seconds ago, it was powerful enough to make people despair of Farrell. At this time, like a madman, he shouted panicked and overwhelmed at the black light column...

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