Trafford’s Trading Club

“Tresty! And..."

Gareth shouted in surprise at this moment and looked at the other shadows that first arrived with the bearded man, "Gachris! Kate! You...”

The first shadows that emerged, not others, were the twelve contemporary round tables that were escorted from different parliaments to Misty City.

When the fog was rioting, they were the first to take charge of the repression of different places and the evacuation of the population.

“We got a message from Bedville.” Tresty said silently at this point: "It was incredible, but now...”

Shaking his head, Tresty's face was obviously not as good at the moment... he sighed and looked at the clown Dagonit again, "Looks like one of us is a traitor. ”

“Praise you.” Mr. Joker showed a brilliant smile.

And then Gareth bit his teeth, and his eyes turned dark.

At this point, two elders came with knights, one of whom stepped straight forward, "Pupkins! I'm saddened by the blood of the Knight King... just grab it! ”

Not only are there six dozen round tables in the auditorium, but also an army of magicians waiting for the moment in the sky… outside the Royal Auditorium, there are hundreds more powerful middle-aged and superior knights.

By this time, the water has become impenetrable.

“First. ”

At this point, Pupkins said something cold... accompanied by a dark red light flashing out of his slightly raised fingers... the light just crossed the crowd, over the twelve round tables, and directly through the forehead of the elderly cabinet who spoke.

The previous second he was righteous, and the wind of him, this second he completely lost his head... the body fell to the ground.

Pff--!

It was not until the body fell down that a dull voice was made, everyone… that all present in the cavalier organ woke up as if it were a dream, revealing an outrageous and divine colour.

“Second. ”

But it wasn't over - when the fingers pointed out that the red light was emitting again, a knight in the auditorium watching over the mythical prisoner of the end, his chest was perforated... and turned into a corpse!

“Pupkins!! ”

Angry voices, instantly coming from Tresty's mouth, between moments, dressed directly at the table in the presence of the Twelve Round Table… then attacked Ser Pupkins on the steps!

But seeing Sir Pupkins smile at this moment, the [Holy Grail] in his hand swung out with ease.

Six knights who gained inheritance and the highest strength of the knighthood were directly swept to the ground by a powerful and incredible force at the same time.

The holy armor on them also burst directly, and the fragments returned to their holy marks.

Lost... instant defeat!

In the royal auditorium, the moment is silent… even the magicians of the magician army who are temporarily in the watching phase are silent at this time.

I don't know, I don't know, forget it, but... obviously, they know what they're capable of wearing a 12-circle table with a holy armor.

At this moment, watching directly fall to the ground, spitting blood on Gareth and others, the elders of the last remaining Cavalier institution in Edinburgh suddenly face dramatically changed... not only him, beside him, behind him, this time brought many of the middle and superior knights, all the same.

Fear, breeds...

“I've said it before. ”

Watching Sir Puggins die at this moment, he smiled softly: "It gives you a choice… magicians' associations. And of course, all the knights here... and you, Ralph! ”

His eyes finally fell on the old Edinburgh Pavilion, the only one left with fruit, "Are you going to kneel down and become my new king, or are you going to bury me here... with your old friends? ”

Sir Pupkins' gaze instantly became majestic.

In his eyes, the last of the elders suddenly fell on his knees, unwittingly unbearable.

He looked at it with horror, at the rest of the dozen round tables, at the middle-class knights throwing in, scared, unbelievable, or blind eyes.

Eventually, he bit his teeth, and since he couldn't resist, so...

“I will submit to you, new king.” He took a deep breath, “became your follower. ”

“All right, Ralph, I knew you were a smart man! ”

"Do you know why I didn't kill you the second time? Because I'm going to reorganize the Knightly Institution, so I need someone who can help me manage it - and in the future, you'll be the most powerful one besides me in the new Knightly Institution! ”

“Thank you…”

There was not much to say, and since he had decided to submit, the elder was well aware of his current position and position.

“So... what about you? ”

Sir Pupkins looked around at everything at this moment and said, "Become my sacrifice, or a sword in my hand, to open up a new era of British heroes and legends for me? ”

“I'm willing to surrender with you, new king. ”

Unexpectedly, the first one shouted out loud was indeed the smiling Mr. Joker - who was on Sir Pupkins' side at the moment, but who took the lead in kneeling.

“Dagonit... you bastard! ”

Gareth, who had always been humble to others, wiped the blood out of his mouth at this moment, stood up again and spoke abusively.

“By the way.” It seems that Gareth was not angry enough, but Mr. Joker's eyes squinted and laughed, "Misty Du's main office, I destroyed it. Gerrant's head, I cut it myself. ”

“What...”

Mr. Gareth, who had already stood up, suddenly felt his whole body drained and his hands drowned helplessly.

“I am willing to submit to you, my king. ”

Suddenly, a slightly lower voice rang again from Gareth's side... what he couldn't believe was that immediately after the clown Dagonit surrendered, he was indeed a twelve round table in the same position with the name of [KAY]... Kay!

“Please accept my loyalty, future king.” Another dozen round tables have now made their choice.

“Ector... even you?!” Mr. Gareth is furious and angry at this moment… even more sad.

A middle-ranking knight, immediately after him, fell on his knees after the only elderly cabinet and several round tables had taken the lead.

Even the knights who watched over the myths of the end of the day, at this point half of them... chose to submit.

Mr. Gareth stepped forward, constantly turning his body in place… whenever a voice made an oath, he drove his powerless legs.

Soon, more than 60% of the knights… have made a choice: loyalty!

“Really, just like that? ”

Only Tipp, the mythical pharmacist of the Last Day, who was locked in chains, was heard at this moment sounding like a mockery, sounding uncoordinated here.

Gareth clearly heard… but was unable to say anything against it.

He looked heavily at the confusion, but eventually chose to remain silent without stepping forward to the submissive little knights… Eventually, only he and Bedville, as well as Tresty's three dozen round tables, stood upright.

“So...” Pupkins shook his head at this point, seemed somewhat unsatisfied, not all round table knights chose to submit to this, "Gareth, Tresty, Bedville, you chose me to fight, right? ”

“I cannot… break the oath I have made.” Gareth took a deep breath, "even though I was the only one left. ”

“There's still me.” The man with the beard is in double boxing at this time. He had a pale face and a color that never went forward. "And, of course, Bedville! I've decided, on my headline, to engrave the best friend of my life, Gareth, and Bedville, your original name! ”

“If that's the case, I still choose betrayal. ”

Dr. Bedville said softly - nonetheless, he went silently to the two of them.

The knights began to walk… the submissive, silently approaching the steps.

Ultimately, the unsuccessful came silently behind the remaining three dozen round tables.

Ultimately… more than 70% separation.

Sir Pupkins, looking at all this quietly, gave a smile and looked up at the magician's army on the top, "So, what's your choice? ”

But it was only a moment after Ace's silence that he slowly said: "It seems that the content of this employment has far exceeded the predetermined level… I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I think several Tower owners should now feel that what you have done is not worth continuing this employment relationship. Besides... Mr. Pupkins, right? Are you sure you don't want us to leave? ”

“Say hello to your chairmen on my behalf. ”

Kings said softly at this point: "Just say that when things are over here, I will come and visit you personally… But you don't have to leave in a hurry, so maybe next time you'd like to attend my coronation. ”

“As you wish.” Mr. Ace smiled, “the new king of Britain. ”

Sir Pupkins waved his hand and went back to the throne, looking down again, "Elizabeth, how about... all your dependence is gone. I'll give you a choice too. ”

Her Majesty the Blindfolded Queen looks up at the throne not far from here.

I only heard Sir Pupkins say, “If you choose to be loyal to me too, I may give you a new life… it is only a simple thing to restore you to that most beautiful age. ”

Her Majesty slowly looked at the knights gathered next to Pupkins, then at the knights who stood behind Gareth completely disproportionately, and finally sighed slowly, grinning bitterly: "Pupkins, it seems I lost. ”

“Your choice?” He's waiting for the final result.

“I, the Queen of Britain, will not yield to anyone! ”

The Queen shouted, "Loyalty of the Knightly Institution, I do not have the blood of your Knightly King… but I am the queen of the most orthodox heirs to the royal family in Britain today! I'm glad you're still standing by me in these most difficult times! I will accompany you to the last darkness before dawn, while this life remains and power remains. ”

“No!”

Seeing Gareth take a deep breath at this time, in the face of this tremendous peril, "If I had chosen a king... I'd rather be you. My queen. A knight's loyal monarch should be like you! Please accept my allegiance, Your Majesty! ”

As if to fight against Pupkins, Gareth knelt before the Queen at this time - and here, after a glance at Bedville and Tresty, made the same choice.

A small number of the remaining middle-class knights also made vows - vows to the queen.

This is the first time in the history of a knighthood that knights have appeared under oath of the so-called royal family… rather than the cold statue of a knight king inside that institution.

Wang never hesitated to do it himself... or when he had enough followers, Pupkins snorted and waved the sword out... the sword was directly in front of Simpton.

“Kill them all.” Pupkins, wave. "Give me your loyalty, knights! ”

Simpton raises the sword directly… the dark magic begins to wrap around him, and then the armor emerges - he is the first to act.

“I told you, Mr. Gareth. I'm gonna need you, but I'm gonna need me. ”

The armor is shattered and self-healing is taking place in the Holy Seal - facing Simpton in his armor, Gareth is the only one who can fight with his sword on a daily basis.

As for Mr. Joker, and several other submissive round-table knights, it was slowly moving towards Tresty and Bedville.

The rest of the upper and middle knights bit their teeth and raised their swords to their former companions.

“Knights! I'll watch here, I'll stand here. I won't close my eyes, even if it's just a wink! I'll stand here until the last of you falls in front of me! ”

The queen's voice sounded in the auditorium, powerful: "When the last knight falls... I will follow you too! ”

“For the Queen!!! ”

She's just an ordinary person.

One year has captured her face, one year has made her late, even old people who are no longer skinny, as fragile as candles in the wind.

But as she said, she would stand here until the last moment —— like a fountain -- not with physical strength, but with the courage that had never been forthcoming for them.

High fighting spirit, exuded on them, the death of a war, is so clear compared to those knights who have surrendered with their weapons in silence.

The submissive, at this time, is simply silent… a few, against the previous one.

“For the Queen!!! ”

The battle, surrounded by the queen, instantly... started.

But I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, just a queen of ordinary people, where she stands, no one's close.

She also did not close her eyes, as she had said, and did not blink at any one time, but simply imprinted this face in her eyes.

Pupkins was very dissatisfied with the queen's state of affairs at the moment, and a kind of irritability began to thrive in his heart.

[Holy Grail] It was as if whispering had been coming from time to time - a voice that had been ringing in his head from the moment he was raised.

Destroy everything, devour everything… Do not hesitate, give you the strongest strength to destroy everything… devour everything.

He shook his head gently, instinctively trying to drive the voice out of his mind, but eventually... he stood up slowly, restless in his heart and let him walk down the throne step by step, down the steps. In a fierce battle such as the storm, Sir Pupkins finally came to Her Majesty in the presence of no one.

“You're really unwise... Elizabeth.” Sir Pupkins suddenly sighed, "It might be a good thing if, all along, it was just a decent thing for the country. ”

“Often we are clearly capable of changing everything, but eventually we become powerless.” Her Majesty whispered: "A long time ago I was told that all that can change is who can be king. ”

“Really?” Sir Pupkins nodded, “Well, just watch with me here and see who will eventually be king. ”

The situation… is actually obvious from the beginning.

Temporarily losing the power of the Holy Armor, the three Gareth face the most dangerous battle… the courage does not bring enough strength to defeat quantity.

It's not even a fight - it's a battle on the upside.

Pupkins' smile grew more intense... looking at the queen's stubbornness in front of her, the irritability in her heart seemed to have been maximized.

“Looks like the victory and defeat are about to split.” Pupkins laughed.

Her Majesty nodded. “Yes, it seems so...”

The chaotic auditorium… At this point, a figure appears to have crept up behind Sir Pupkins.

Boo--!

While Mr. Gareth was wearing his sword, resisting the sword, his body was pressed inches by inches, even reaching its limit, and at the moment when his life was about to be lost under the sword, a tremendous amount of power suddenly dissipated in the auditorium.

Ripples… ripples like waves.

Along with the strong wind, the weak, at this moment, let this force directly fall out of the auditorium.

If you are a little strong, you will have to reluctantly protect your body, but your body will also move behind you… not many of you will be able to stand where you are.

Only a black column of light swept away.

In the corner of the auditorium, where it had been buried by a pile of rocks… by this time the rocks had been crushed.

In this black column of light… her body lying on the ground seems to have been lifted by some force.

He bent over and stood up, then straightened his back... his body off the ground, suspended.

Her hands widened slightly while closing her eyes, and the long hair, which rose, spread under the turbulent air currents, one of which was driven by the air currents, floating upright.

“Lancelot...”

Her Majesty opens her mouth at this moment… what seems to have happened at this moment reveals a flash of panic.

Under the shock of this powerful force, the remaining powerful knights are the only female round table knights of our time.

This is not… the power of a round table.

Powerful, constantly emanating from her, stronger and stronger...

Eventually, she opened her eyes.

These eyes, free of feeling, everywhere they looked, the knights felt a trembling chestnut from the heart... and Pupkins, already in a cold sweat.

……

Outside the auditorium.

To the ranks of the Royal Auditorium, a figure slowly walked up… the black robe worn and the silver-white mouthless mask on his face completely covered his face.

When that black light broke into the sky, it stopped and looked at the black light as if it was sinking something… its hand, what it was holding at the moment.

The head… is the head of Caesar.

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