Miraculously, after walking out of the castle gate, Ji Lian felt that her strength had recovered — it was because her strength had recovered that she once again felt the terror of Mordred.
It was as if there were countless wraiths and evil spirits roaring around him at all times … These wraiths and evil spirits even continuously wanted to devour his body.
For a moment, Ji Lian thought of pain … the pain of being crazily bitten.
But this seemed to be just a fantasy. When the cold wind blew, what she saw was this ordinary and thin appearance.
She looked at Great Knight Lino from afar … This was also a powerful knight, but if it was left to her to deal with him, she could only use a roundabout strategy.
"Just now, you should have stopped the other knights as well." Ji Lian frowned, "At this time, I'm afraid that the fact that you left the prison has already been reported to the knight mechanism … Forget it, let's leave this place first."
"Let's wait for a while more, there are still a few little guys here." As Mordred spoke, she raised her head and looked at the night sky.
Miss Witch was startled. She saw that in the night sky, a transport plane had actually stopped at some point … At this time, three figures were jumping down from the transport plane.
They landed and stood in a triangle … Ji Lian looked over and her face immediately turned ugly!
The three people who came down from the transport plane were the two Knights of the Round Table that she had met a few hours ago … Gareth and Clown!
As for the third person besides Gareth and Clown, there was a woman in a tuxedo standing in the third corner.
A smile that wasn't too ugly appeared on Miss Ji Lian's face, and she flipped her hair, "It seems that my dear Hopkins still doesn't trust me. He actually sent a few people to follow me all the way here … Then, this beautiful lady standing here, since she can move together with Gareth and Mr. Clown, I think she should be the only woman who inherited the name of Lancelot, right?"
"I think that he should have rejected you from the start." Gareth said expressionlessly, his eyes locked on Mordred.
In fact, Mr. Clown and Lancelot were the same … They didn't care too much about the Soul Witch.
Miss Witch obviously didn't care about their contempt. She just smiled and said, "The people of the Myth of Doomsday are still lurking in your country … Instead of going to hunt them down, you escorted me all the way here. Are you not afraid of wasting time?"
"That's hard to say. Maybe the threat here is even greater." The clown smiled.
Actually, they were all closing in … Gareth, Clown, and Lancelot were all closing in on her step by step. They had completely blocked off any possible escape routes that Miss Witch could think of.
Even though the knight beside her used to be the fiercest and most evil knight, she still felt a little uncertain when facing three of the Knights of the Round Table at the same time. After all, only fifteen percent of the poison in Mordred's body had been cleared.
Even though he had broken the statues of the grand knights and former Knights of the Round Table with a single blow, they were only the souls that retained a small part of their power when they were alive.
On the other hand, Gareth and the other two had completely inherited the power of the Knights of the Round Table, and were at the peak of their power …
"Are you the Twelve Knights of this generation?" Mordred looked at them, from Gareth to Clown, then to Lancelot. His gaze finally stopped on Lancelot, and he frowned slightly.
"Yes." Gareth was reliable in serious situations … At least, he was much more reliable than Clown. "Ferrell, please go back to the castle … There are still 793 years left in your sentence."
"Ferrell …" Mordred took a light breath. "It has been a long time since someone called me that."
"After all, you have been stripped of your title." Mr. Clown's smiling face turned into a crying face. He said in a joking tone, "Even though the knight mechanism has been unable to strip you of your inherited power, it is still suspended until now."
Mordred … Ferrell was silent for a while before he slowly said, "I promised this Soul Witch to do something for her. After it is done, I will come back … What do you think? I don't want to draw my sword against the Twelve Round Table here. "
"In that case …" Mr. Clown's crying face turned into a smiling face. "I suddenly thought of a better idea … If this woman dies, then you don't have to go out, right?"
Chi —!
A cold light suddenly shot directly toward the Soul Witch … It was the throwing knife in Dagonit's hand!
However, the Soul Witch, who had been secretly on guard, didn't panic. Just as she was about to block, the blade of the golden greatsword stood in front of her and blocked the throwing knife.
The Clown's throwing knife wasn't a real attack … The moment the throwing knife was shot, his figure moved, and the moment the golden greatsword blocked the throwing knife, he was already in front of Ferrell, and very simply threw a punch at Ferrell's face.
Although Mr. Clown wasn't tall and didn't look strong, among the Twelve Knights, he was known as the one with the strongest body and the highest pure strength.
However, this direct hit was unable to do anything to Ferrell … It didn't even manage to shift his face!
In an instant, Ferrell's head slightly tilted back, and then quickly bumped forward — his forehead directly hit the Clown's head.
Bang —!
The Clown was instantly sent flying backward!
"He actually overpowered Dagonit in strength …" Gareth was shocked, but his reaction was extremely fast. The moment Mr. Clown was sent flying backward, he didn't hesitate to stab with the sword in his hand!
The tip of the sword was like a bolt of lightning, rapidly thrusting out 18 consecutive strikes. However, Ferrell closed his eyes and easily dodged them … The sword wind that came out from the tip of the sword pierced 18 holes in the wall of the castle behind him at the same time.
"Not fast enough."
The sound rang in Gareth's ears, and a sharp pain spread from his chest in that instant … … That was the hilt of the Golden Sword, which had directly struck Gareth's chest — — Like a clown, he was sent flying backwards.
In just a few seconds, the moment the Clown got up from the ground, Gareth bumped into him head-on … The Clown received Gareth's attack.
They looked at each other, and then suddenly took out a necklace from their necks … The necklace was the source of the Twelve Round Table's power.
However, the moment their power of inheritance appeared, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of them … The power of inheritance flowed around their bodies, and with the light on their bodies, it was the Holy Armor that could trigger the Twelve Knights' power to descend.
"Too slow! Too slow! "
The golden greatsword in Ferrell's hand directly struck Gareth and the Clown … The Holy Armor that hadn't completely appeared on their bodies was instantly shattered!
Gareth spat out a mouthful of blood … He hadn't even put on the Inheritance Holy Armor, and he was actually knocked to the ground again?
"What kind of Inheritors are there this time?" The greatsword in Ferrell's hand struck again, and this time, the Clown was sent flying into the air. "You actually need a second to activate the Holy Armor … You still dare to call yourselves the Round Table?"
At the same time, there was a shroud of darkness behind Ferrell … Behind him, a Black Armored Knight had appeared out of nowhere!
The black armor covered his entire body, and traces of purplish black light flickered on the black armor!
"You're not bad, but you're only average!"
Ferrell turned around, and this time, the greatsword didn't strike, but slashed … The Black Armored Knight was shocked, and raised the sword in his hand to block, but the force of the slash caused half of his body to sink into the ground … A large number of cracks even appeared on the sword in the Black Armored Knight's hand.
At the same time, a ripple of impact spread out in an instant, and the trees around the castle were directly knocked down … The ripple only gradually dissipated a hundred meters away.
This was only … an imitation of the Inheritance Golden Sword, and not the real Inheritance Golden Sword …
In less than ten seconds, the three Round Table were easily defeated by the opponent … Gareth coughed out a mouthful of blood. He had never thought that humans could be so powerful.
But he … hadn't used the Inheritance Power yet!
Bang … The Clown fell from the sky and fell to the ground, but he didn't move at all … He had lost consciousness.
"Just like this, when the Darkness comes again, when they appear again …" Ferrell muttered to himself, "You won't be able to resist even one of them."
"The Darkness … them?" Gareth staggered and stood up with difficulty.
Ferrell shook his head, and the Golden Sword in his hand spun in a circle, and slashed horizontally … The sword light rushed out a hundred meters, and from him, he actually split the island apart!
Seeing the seawater pouring in, Gareth felt like he was suffocating.
"At least … to this extent."
In the end, the Golden Sword was casually stabbed into the ground by Ferrell, and he left with the witch … The three Round Table members, or to be exact, the two Round Table members who were still conscious, didn't have the strength to stop them.
Gareth staggered back a step, and then fell to the ground … It wasn't because he was afraid, but because his Xiong Bone was already broken.
"It's so powerful that it's like a joke …" Gareth laughed bitterly.
The black armor of the Black Armored Knight, who was half buried in the soil, disappeared … Her delicate facial features were revealed, but she was also pale and bloodless.
She raised her head to look at the night sky, and saw an armed helicopter slowly rising, and then flying away … She was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Gareth, do you have the strength to pull me out?"
"Please give me at least an hour, or you can wake this clown up …"
Lancelot, "e …"
…
He was so powerful that it was beyond the scope of humans, and according to what he said, he only removed 15% of the poison … In other words, he only had 10% to 20% of his strength now!
Yes! Absolutely yes! With this person's help, they would definitely be able to obtain that document, Akesha Records!
In this world, there was absolutely no one more powerful than him!
The face of the witch who was piloting the helicopter was flushed … Her body was in a state of extreme excitement, and she kept looking at Mordred who was sitting in the back … Or rather, Ferrell.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but this man's face didn't seem as thin as before … It seemed like he had gained some flesh?
The door of the helicopter was open.
Ferrell was looking outside, and the seawater below was surging violently. Little bits of fluorescent light fell from the bottle in his hand, and fell on the sea … The little bits of fluorescent light gradually dissipated with the waves, and finally extinguished.
These were the souls of those Grand Knights, the souls of the Twelve Grand Knights … Although they were only a part of them, and after losing their carrier, they couldn't be preserved for too long, but wasn't it too wasteful to just scatter them like this?
Even so, the witch only opened her mouth, and didn't choose to point out the other party's faults … The only one who knew Ferrell was only her mother, and she only knew about Ferrell's legend through various channels.
"Who is your father?" Ferrell suddenly asked.
Ji Lian shrugged her shoulders and said, "I have never met him. My mother told me that my father died long ago … Perhaps you can tell me a bit, after all, you seem to know my mother?"
Ferrell frowned, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "How do you know of the existence of Akesha Records?"
Miss Witch narrowed her eyes and said, "This starts with a musician who was obviously very talented but liked to explore … However, what he obtained was not the 'Akesha Records', but only a few pages of the 'Dead Sea Scrolls'. I took these few pages of the Dead Sea Scroll from his hands and made a copy. Although the copy doesn't have the power of the scroll, it has the same function as a clue to the Akesha Records. "
"Only a few pages of the Dead Sea Scroll can't be gathered together." Ferrell said indifferently, "No one has ever gathered the complete Dead Sea Scroll. You should give up and change to another request."
"What, even the fiercest and most evil knight in history, Mordred, flinched at the sight of the Dead Sea Scroll?" Ji Lian smiled sweetly, "If that's the case, your heroic appearance of defeating three members of the Twelve Round Table will be greatly reduced in other people's impression."
"You really want to find the Akesha Records?" Ferrell suddenly asked.
"Otherwise, the reason why I went through so much trouble to save you is obviously not because I worship you like a little girl."
"After finding the Akesha Records, what … do you plan to do?" Ferrell asked again.
The witch looked at the night sky in front of her, and let out a silvery laugh … But it was just a laugh, and she didn't answer.
"My name is Ferrell." He also looked outside, "Mordred is already dead."
"It doesn't matter." The witch said softly, "As long as you can help me, even if you want me to call you my lord, it doesn't matter …"
Ferrell shook his head, "Go to Camlan."
"Camlan?" The witch stared blankly, "Isn't that … Why go there?"
"Since I want to find the Akesha Records, I naturally need to retrieve some things." Ferrell said indifferently, "This scroll has been searching for more than just a little witch like you …"
"You mean, an inhuman?" The witch frowned, "Very strong? Stronger than you? "
"You don't want to know what true strength is …" He slowly closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the witch.
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PS1: Looking through the reward records, I found a cute user, "The Cutest Fatso in the World," who served tea to the capitalist boss as usual.
PS2: Then 27 became 29 OZT …
PS: (7/29) …
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