Trafford’s Trading Club

“They... are back...”

Farrell was shaking suddenly at the moment.

He then held his head and squatted down, no matter how the clown's fist struck him, as if it didn't hurt at all.

Finally... the clown gave up on attacking this guy.

“Back... ah--!!! ”

All of a sudden, Farrell stood up and a violent smell emanated from him - stunned, he had crossed the distance and appeared directly in front of the clown.

The clown's perception of Superman was unable to capture each other's actions - then, in his incredible eyes, he saw Farrell just reach out and rip off his holy armor - ripping off his chest armor!

“Fuck off!! ”

After tearing apart the clown's chest armor, a punch burst out - Mr. Clown's body, directly into the earth!

At this point, Farrell grabbed a piece of the clown's armor and put his eyes directly on Caesar.

Caesar has the blood of an animal, but at this moment... he is the real beast!

Flash.

He couldn't react, his chest had been directly bombarded… the purple black armor was instantly bombarded and broken, turned into light, and returned to the seal, while [Lake Light Without Destruction] had been seized by the other party.

It was also a punch - Caesar was directly bombarded into the building.

But it was just a blinking moment - Caesar and the clown, while losing to Farrell.

Farrell didn't stop. For Catherine, the myth of the end of the day, she didn't look at it. If she was insane, she raised her chest armor as a shield and rushed towards the spot where the black light was scattered with one hand!

The imprint of the jinn gleams on the blade of the sword, beneath its dark glow, yet it is like a fire.

“Demons... die!! ”

The roar went off, and Farrell rushed in frantically at this moment, raising the [Lake Light Without Destruction] in his hand, cutting it straight towards Pupkins without saying a word!

Sir Pupkins, at this time, felt only a constant life, beginning to pour into his body through his hands from the [Holy Grail].

Old skin began to restore firmness, and the white hair, too, became pitch-black... and the dry, lean body became a little stronger.

He is going through a process from aging to restoring youth - a wonderful feeling of regaining control over life that leaves him directly lost in an endless ocean of fanaticism.

When Farrell's sword struck, he awoke from this wonderful sensation… so frightened - scared that it would all end up smashed by Farrell's blow!

“No ——!!!” The jazz screamed furiously!

But Farrell wasn't attacking him… he was carrying the Holy Grail!

Huh ——!!!

[Lake Light Without Destruction] At this moment, the black light was broken, cut directly on the edge of the [Holy Grail], only the sound of an exchange was heard... like that huge bell!

The whole city is quaking!

Click--!

Shattered.

But what was broken was [The Light of the Lake Without Destruction]. The sword blade broke directly into starscraps in front of Farrell, and immediately after that, it was a huge amount of power released from the [Holy Grail] and directly blew him out!

The armored chest armor shield in his hand, at this moment under the release of this force, is directly broken... only Farrell's hands are staggered in front of him... the ground has left two long marks of his legs scratched out.

A white suit, already broken, revealed a large area of the body surface, at which time boiling steam emerged... all over the skin, like burnt flesh.

He blocked… just at the same time he became more confused, crazy… even afraid.

“Can't win... can't win... can't win... why!!! ”

At this moment, he suddenly pressed his hands against his head and looked at the [Holy Grail] moment, the whole person shivered and countless falling shadows appeared in his eyes... a desperate face.

A former comrade and companion who was slaughtered by him during the riots.

It was like laughing at him, like they were scolding him... they rushed up and started to strangle him, grabbing his hands and feet.

The earth is like a mud swamp, and countless dead spirits reach out from it… in the darkness, they seem to drag him completely into the mud swamp.

“Don't come over... don't... come over...!!!! ”

Turn... out, run away.

“Don't follow me!! Don't follow me--!! I didn't kill it... I didn't kill it!! Get out--!!!! ”

The most powerful knight of all time was madness and panic at this time, time to stare... he just ran away.

……

At the same time as the gaze, the crowd was more relaxed, after all, nobody wanted to face the monster more than once.

It's just... how exactly does something horrible make him feel like this and even run away like a coward?

No one knows... they just look at the black glow that hasn't dispersed, and it feels like a chestnut, slowly spreading from their hearts.

Catherine held her arms in horror.

In the distance, the witch lady who thought she was going to stabilise the ticket, although she didn't know what Farrell was going to do, enjoyed enjoying herself and hiding it, and felt the power that drowned her heart in the infinite darkness for a moment.

She's not much better than Farrell.

After a scream, the witch fled the place.

……

……

Laughter, first the sound of a slight laugh, then Sir Pupkins himself felt the arrogant laughter that would not appear on him, and so it appeared.

He was not arrogant, otherwise he would not have carefully planned everything and would not have waited for it to start when the gray hair was pale - but the power of penetration made him instantly lost in the vortex of infinite power.

Even the mightiest knight ever fled like a bereavement dog under the power of the [Holy Grail]... I saw it, I saw it all with my own eyes!

Strength, as if it instantly opened all the nerves of jazz, an indescribably refreshing sensation, just washed away his calm… calm, conspiracy, thinking, what is the use of this - under this invincible power.

A natural contempt for ordinary human beings… not because of their arrogance, but because when power reaches this level, there is no longer a need to care about all the constraints of the world.

“That's good. ”

The power of the Grail continues to flow… the more exquisite you sacrifice, the more powerful it will be!

Pupkins watched his already strong arms fascinated, feeling the youthful vitality of every part of his body, and the change from a gray-haired old man to a strong man.

He stopped laughing and shouted softly: "[Mordred]! ”

There was only a huge seal, which appeared in his chest at the moment, while a set of armor hidden in the manor disappeared instantly and then appeared on the jazz.

The moment his palms touched him, the armor became a flowing light, covering Sir Pupkins' body.

[Mordred] 's holy armor - more powerful, began to flow into his body.

Sir Pupkins waved a punch at the moment.

Boom...!

One hit, the whole broken palace, that's how half of it was destroyed!

He slowly lifted his fisted arm and gripped it as if the whole world was in the palm of his hand at this moment.

He suddenly waved.

In the royal auditorium, which has been destroyed, the floor is now split open and the broken stones and broken households are pushed aside.

And the cracked floor came out, and the first steps began to emerge… above the steps, a huge throne after the various materials here eventually merged, just like that appeared in front of him.

Sir Pupkins took a satisfactory look at the [Holy Grail] in his hand… it was as if it were a scepter that would allow him to rule the world at will… everything was done according to his will.

He is immersed in this sense of pain, walking step by step toward the throne above the steps.

No one noticed that when the black light of the [Holy Grail] broke out, the Lancelot knight buried beneath the rubble, his body quietly wrapped around a tiny bit of black fog...

……

……

Boom boom...

In the collapsed building, a figure flipped open the giant stone that had fallen on him and then climbed out... Mr. Joker.

At this time, Mr. Joker pressed his shoulder with one hand and his footsteps slightly floated… but he walked towards the Royal Auditorium step by step.

Along the way, Mr. Joker saw Catherine and Judas and a few others… they were gathered together at this time, somewhat confused and seemingly searching for Caesar's figure.

Mr. Joker ignored, but walked into the auditorium - where the dome had been shattered, but the golden glow was shining.

Above the steps, at the immense throne, in his holy armor, Pupkins was holding his chin with one hand, looking down from the throne, while the Grail was still in his hands.

In front of him, his adopted son, Ofen, knelt before him on one knee.

And Simpton, who was badly wounded and still managed to climb out of the burial... also knelt before Pupkins.

There is also Her Majesty… Her Majesty is trapped in a halo at this time… Her Majesty bows her head at this moment, but it is obvious that the colour of God will not look too good.

“Dagonit.” Pupkins' gaze moved forward a bit, "Fortunately, my knight... let you resist Farrell, it does seem a little reluctant, come on up! ”

Mr. Joker shrugged his shoulders and came beside Simpton and Ofey, also kneeling on one knee.

Just heard Pupkins say suddenly at this point: "I, will be crowned king here... Offen! ”

When Ofen nodded, he stood up and held his hands, the old crown he had brought from the beginning.

He held the crown, lowered his head, and stepped up the steps —— but then Pupkins suddenly waved his hand and said, "Wait, my child. ”

Ofen's face changed slightly and then looked up stunned - but saw that Pupkins looked up at the night sky instead of looking at him at the moment.

And he kept raising his head.

I saw the shadow of a road floating above the broken dome of the auditorium... I'm afraid not thirty or forty.

These people, each wearing a grey black robe, cover their faces… Everyone has a strong magical smell.

Sir Pupkins glanced casually and laughed, looking down the stairs at Her Majesty standing still, "Looks like your dependence has finally arrived… I'm more curious, how exactly did you engage these magicians, Elizabeth? ”

“Probably the transfer of mining rights to those mineral deposits in the eastern secrets.” Her Majesty raised her head, "and now I think I'm quite a loser. ”

“East...” Pupkins frowned - he knew the place's mineral reserves... those hidden ores are quite precious magic materials, "you really deserve it. ”

“After all, you've always been there for me. ”

Her Majesty seemed helpless at the moment, "So why not be careful... Pupkins, turn around. Actually, I'm still more used to the way you look gray and pale, which makes me feel like time is running out. ”

“Ridiculous. ”

Pupkins shook his head and slowly stood up from the throne, "Perhaps in your eyes there is no concept of inhuman power at all... even if the gap between ordinary knights and twelve knights seems to you to be tight just between a boxer and an ordinary man? Sometimes quantity does not determine victory… In this regard, the Prime Minister has actually verified it. ”

“Is there really only one battle?” The queen sighed, "Pupkins...”

“Do you really think with these sorcerers' associations, you can fight me now? ”

Pupkins waved, “No wonder, if it's for me, of course it takes some audience... a small number, but it's all magicians' words, and it fits. ”

One of the many magicians who had been staring at the sky suddenly said: "This is the trophy that was distributed to your knighthood after the Great War… [Holy Grail]. ”

“Looks like you're also familiar with that history.” Perhaps you're still young and don't know its true power, "Pupkins said softly. ”

“Not necessarily. ”

The man with the little bird standing on his shoulder… Mr. Ace, one of the four deacons of the Magician's Society's Secret Tower, laughed at this moment: “When it comes to trophies, are we hiding two different things? ”

“Are you going to fight me on behalf of the Magicians' Association?” Pupkins asked with no expression.

“No.” Deacon Ace shook his head, "I'm just representing the Magician's Association to complete the hiring entrusted to us by our employer. ”

“So…” Pupkins shook his head slightly unfortunately, then sighed: “I will show you my strength and then give you another chance… to choose, to yield. Or… become my sacrifice. ”

As he said, Pupkins fired a punch... and the wave of punch light rushed straight into the air.

The magicians' clubs, seemingly prepared, raised their hands at this moment - but before they started their magic, two shadow lightning bolts arrived, blocking the punch.

The moment the light dissipated, the two figures landed together in the auditorium… one of them, dressed in a blue armor.

They… while looking heavily at Pupkins on the throne.

“Oh... Gareth, and Bedville, you're here too.” Pupkins smiled and opened his hands: “To celebrate the birth of the new king... knights! ”

“Mr. Pupkins... is it really you?” Gareth looks sad, “for his own selfishness... is it really you? ”

“Actually, you think I made a mistake, is that true?” Pupkins shook his head, "Why didn't you think that, under my leadership, Britain would return to the honor of the most powerful nation in the world... why didn't you think I would do better? ”

“I'm sorry, I can't agree with this brutal success.” Gareth took a deep breath and slowly pulled out his sword, "Mr. Pupkins, please turn around! ”

Dozens of black shadows had emerged behind Bedville at the moment Gareth activated his weapon, secretly and numbly in the auditorium - several of them directly guarded by Her Majesty the Queen.

“Surprised you, Your Majesty.” Bedville said silently at this point, "I'm sorry to show you this inside the cavalry… we'll be clear soon. ”

“Ha-ha-ha!” Pupkins' carnival laughter reappeared… it was hard to define his state at the moment, perhaps unchanged in character, but already influenced in some way.

It no longer keeps me calm… so it's obviously even more painful.

“You guys, it's not enough!” Pupkins' eyes suddenly went wild.

“What if, with us? ”

Outside the Royal Auditorium, suddenly an old voice sounded… accompanied by several rapid break-ins into the auditorium.

After these figures, the two elders slowly walked in… they were clearly the elders of the only two remaining cavalry institutions, those in charge of Odingbao and the Cavalry of Birmingham respectively.

And after them… only Catherine, Judas, Tipp and Dobbs, the core backbones of the myth of the end, have been detained and taken in by a dozen knights.

Several people revealed a gray look of defeat and frustration.

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ps: Next chapter later...