The figure was running quickly in the street.
Even though he was moving at high speed, Bedivere was still communicating with the two pavilion elders who were still unharmed and hurriedly discussing what happened.
But he quickly stopped because he sensed a large number of active magic power sources.
Even more directly, he saw a group of guys in black robes with their faces covered. They were walking quickly at this time.
Bedivere naturally couldn't turn a blind eye to such a strange lineup. He directly swept in front of these guys and blocked their way.
"Stop, I have something to ask you!"
Among the group of black-cloaked people, one person slowly walked out at this time. This person slowly lifted the hat on his head in front of Knight Bedivere.
Bedivere opened his mouth slightly at this time and said in astonishment, "It's you … Gareth? Who are you? "
"It's a bit long …" Mr. Gareth said seriously, "Come with me, I'll tell you on the way."
"Where are we going?" Bedivere frowned suddenly. A tragedy had just happened in the headquarters of the Knights of Fog, but Gareth was now … This made him vigilant.
"I know you must be suspecting me, but …" Gareth smiled bitterly, "Just like when I first heard it, I … found it hard to imagine and even believe."
"Who are they?" Bedivere frowned again.
"I'm Ace … one of the four deacons of the Secretary Tower of the Magician Association." The man with a bird of light on his shoulder said slowly.
"The Magician Association …" Bedivere opened his mouth in surprise, then pondered for a moment before looking at Gareth, "You … where are you going to take me?"
"Let's talk on the way …"
…
…
In the end, they still walked into the church.
When the door opened, Her Majesty the Queen in shackles could be seen.
She was watched by Katharine, sitting in a chair and waiting. On the other hand, Lancelot was paralyzed on the ground, motionless.
"What happened?" Caesar asked with a frown.
"This old woman doesn't seem to be honest. To be honest, I've long said that she shouldn't be treated too well. "
Katharine shrugged and pointed at Lancelot on the ground. "As for this female knight, she probably had too much willpower. I don't know what method she used to escape … In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed at the old woman's resting place. In fact, I have long advised against keeping it. "
Caesar didn't say anything. Seeing that their leader didn't say anything, the Doomsday core members naturally didn't continue the topic.
At this moment, Her Majesty looked at a relief sculpture in front of the podium in the auditorium. She slowly stood up, with her back to Hopkins and the others, and suddenly said, "Hopkins … I don't like this place. Can we go somewhere else?"
"Here, there are memories of most of the important moments you have experienced in your life … I think it will be more appropriate when your life ends here." The old knight smiled. "My queen."
The queen sighed slowly, turned around, and said with a frown, "In fact, I don't understand why it's you, Hopkins. You are the descendant of the noble King Arthur, the commander of the Knights of Fog … You have already stood at the top of the pyramid of inhuman power in Britain. What else is there to be unsatisfied with? "
"Human beings can only progress if their needs are not satisfied. I have always thought … "He walked slowly and came to the front of Her Majesty the Queen." Human beings shouldn't stop in their tracks. "
"What are you pursuing?" Her Majesty the Queen looked straight into his eyes.
"I see it again. This is the queen's gaze I am familiar with."
The old knight seemed to be fascinated by this pair of eyes and whispered, "Elizabeth, what do you think is the source of motivation for people to move forward?"
"Greed, as greedy as you," Her Majesty the Queen said sarcastically.
The old knight just smiled.
"In fact, you are right. The things you said I have … Over the years, I have been asking myself, I … What else do I need? But in the end, no matter how many nights I thought about it, I didn't have an answer … Suddenly one day, I found the answer. I think what I need is power. "
"You can already command the Knights of Fog. This is your power."
"No … It's not that. It shouldn't be just that."
Hopkins sighed, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst out with light. "It's my own power. There is one thing I still don't understand. Since I have the blood of King Arthur, why … Why can't I get the inhuman power? Why can't I become extraordinary? My strong physique, my youth … all these wonderful things are fading away bit by bit as I age. "
"I am also getting old." The Queen shook her head.
"So next, I will even replace you."
A smile appeared on the old knight's face, and he whispered, "If you were still young and beautiful, that would be great. But, it doesn't matter … You will see the moment when I am crowned king — not a king without real power like you are now, but a real king. "
The Queen was silent and seemed to be a little sad. She just sighed.
Sir Hopkins smiled and said, "Elizabeth, I know the reason why you are still calm … You probably think that the reinforcements of the Magician Association should be here soon, or even have already arrived … right?"
The Queen's expression changed slightly … but then she quickly covered it up, "I am just an old woman who is being played in the palm of your hand. Every day, I am either playing with my pet or appearing in front of the camera under your arrangement."
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Even if they come, it doesn't matter."
Sir Hopkins waved his hand, "All of this will be over soon … Okay, it's about time."
As he said that, Sir Hopkins slowly stepped back, and opened his arms as if he was giving a hug. Ophon walked past him with the things in her hands, walked to the stage of the auditorium, and put down the things in her hands one by one.
However, at this moment.
Creak — Ya —!
The sound of the door opening.
At this moment, the sound was heard … And at the moment when the door was opened, a skinny man in a white suit stood there expressionlessly.
Farrell.
Then, behind him, Miss Witch was panting and sweating profusely.
…
The moment he appeared, Knight Simpton didn't hesitate or think, and directly rushed up. His speed was so fast that only a shadow could be seen flashing.
But Farrell waved his hand casually as if he was swatting a fly — and with a loud sound, Knight Simpton was directly slapped into the wall at the side.
A mouthful of blood was directly spat out from his mouth. Just like that, he fainted.
Caesar frowned, and at the same time, he narrowed his eyes — behind him, the people from the Myth of Doomsday walked up.
"You are …" Sir Hopkins was slightly surprised, and then he seemed to remember something, and then he said seriously, "The person Simpton met, was it you … Farrell."
"I seem to have heard something, something not good." Farrell was silent for a moment, "The blood of the King seems to have become dirty in your body."
The old knight's expression suddenly became a bit unnatural, and then he said indifferently, "I think, you don't have to stop me … After all, you were once determined to protect this country, this land, and not to serve anyone, right?"
"That's why I've always hated the system of knights."
Farrell shook his head, "Bloodline, hereditary … the blood of the King, to me, is nothing. Actually, if you can convince me, anyone can. "
"Then …" Sir Hopkins nodded, and then he said, "Caesar."
Without any hesitation, a purple-black light flashed from Caesar's body, and then the inheritance of the Twelve Knights appeared.
"You?" Farrell seemed to be surprised by this situation, and he couldn't help but frown.
Because they had fought before, Lancelot should be a woman — of course, when he came in, he noticed Lancelot lying on the ground.
While he was stunned, Caesar had already made his move.
[Indestructible Lake Light] instantly chopped down, but at this time, Farrell moved like lightning, and caught the sharp sword with two fingers.
"Your speed is not bad, much better than those few brats I met before." Farrell nodded, "You should have reached the third stage of attire in half a day? Very good … I've decided, you are the real Lancelot of this generation. But, if you want to deal with me, you are still a bit lacking. "
"It's just not bad." Caesar suddenly replied.
Farrell was startled … and then he saw that blood had already started to flow out from between his fingers that caught the sword.
His palm had obviously been cut open by the wind of the sword.
After this attack, Caesar quickly retreated, and then he regained his composure. At the same time, he was inwardly shocked, because the result of this sneak attack was so little that it made people despair.
At this time, after Farrell glanced at the wound on his palm, he suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person … and a huge murderous intent was emitted from his body.
That surging power that almost made people despair … His thin face suddenly revealed a sinister smile, as if he was an evil spirit that had walked out of hell.
"Very good … this kind of combat power is worthy of the Twelve Knights."
Under that huge and terrifying pressure, everyone couldn't help but retreat … Her Majesty the Queen, as an ordinary person, directly slumped on the chair, and her expression changed several times.
"Then, let me test where your limit is … You must satisfy me." Farrell stretched out his right hand, and a black light sword condensed just like that.
It wasn't a forged weapon, but a sword blade condensed from power.
He walked over step by step, and the pressure increased exponentially. The chairs and tables in the auditorium directly exploded because they couldn't bear it.
Caesar couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat — but at this time, two cold lights suddenly shot from above Farrell!
Farrell didn't even look, and the black light sword in his hand seemed to flash, and the two cold lights were directly broken — falling to the ground, and surprisingly, they were two broken … flying knives.
At the dome of the auditorium, a figure wearing a yellow holy armor and looking at people with a smiling face could be seen at this time … The clown, Dargoni.
"Dargoni, you're here too."
Sir Hopkins didn't seem to be surprised, and just nodded at Mr. Clown.
Mr. Clown casually threw out a ball to Sir Hopkins, and then said with a smile, "It took some time to deal with Geraint, so I came late. I gave you the old man … Everything in the headquarters of the Knights of Fog, including a round table member and several cabinet elders. "
It was the ball that Olfin reached out and took.
Next.
"Yesterday was really … Thank you for taking care of me!"
The moment the ball was thrown out, the clown rushed out in an instant like a ghost, "I was still thinking, when can I see Mr. Farrell again … I didn't expect that it would come so soon. It's really … a happy reunion! "
"A clown is a clown, no matter which generation it is … It's always like this."
Farrell sneered and directly punched out.
The fist collided with the fist.
A huge wave of air directly exploded at this moment … The Royal Auditorium couldn't withstand this huge force at this moment, and the dome was instantly broken!
In the splashing of broken stones, the clown's crazy laughter could be heard.
"You're really the strongest knight in history … Even without wearing the holy armor, you're still so terrifying. So good … Come again, Mr. Farrell!! Hahahahaha!!! "
The crazy punches bombarded.
The strong wind brought about by each punch destroyed everything that was left behind … The Royal Hall, which was already in a precarious situation, directly collapsed with a loud rumble at this moment.
At this time, several figures directly rushed up … Caesar with the [Indestructible Lake Light], the people from Myth of Doomsday, and … the clown.
And they were facing the strongest knight in history, who could only use 15% of his strength!
…
The Palace of Westminster, which had a long history, was turned into ruins in less than half a minute — The old knight, who was only an ordinary person, couldn't recognize this battle with his body.
But this didn't stop him from being obsessed with this power.
"Olfin … My child, do you see this? This is the power I want … Let's start, why should we waste the time they bought for us? "
Olfin nodded. Although the Auditorium directly collapsed, it didn't hurt him or Hopkins … But Simpton was already buried under the rocks.
At this time, Olfin quickly took out the two boxes that he carried with him, which contained an ancient crown and … the [Holy Grail].
Sir Hopkins came in front of the [Holy Grail] and opened his hands.
"All these years, I secretly collected the souls of non-human criminals …"
Sir Hopkins took off a ring on his finger and directly threw it into the Holy Grail.
"The blood of the orcs."
He then raised the magic sword and let the blood drip into the [Holy Grail].
"The noble souls of the loyal knights."
Then, the ball sent by the clown was also put into the [Holy Grail].
Finally, Sir Hopkins raised the [Holy Grail] up high with an excited expression. "And all the souls that died in the Fog City today … I will use them all as sacrifices! You will fulfill my wish! "
Looking at the night sky, Ferrell, who used absolute power to easily suppress the people from Myth of Doomsday and the clown, Sir Hopkins shouted, "You … will give me the same power and powerful body as him!"
"You … will give me the holy armor of [Mordred]!"
Powerful, unbelievably powerful — the legend of Ferrell, the terrifying legend that almost destroyed the knight's mechanism in one night, the rebellious power of [Mordred], how powerful was it!
… …
The moment he held the [Holy Grail] with both hands, it was as if there were countless voices in Hopkins' mind … like the whispers of demons tempting humans, the most primitive desire in his heart was aroused in an instant.
After several rounds of sacrifices, the [Holy Grail] started to emit a strong light — not a bright white light, but a … strange black light!
However, he was just as dazzling … A black radiance burst forth in an instant. As the black radiance flickered, Ferrell suddenly stopped.
The moment he stopped, Caesar and the others who were besieging him didn't hesitate at all!
Everyone and their weapons fell on Ferrell's body almost at the same time — even Mr. Clown's fist, which was covered in the [Holy Grail], directly hit Ferrell's head.
All the power hit Ferrell's body, but there was no rebound … his body withstood the attacks just like that.
But he still stood in the same place in a daze, motionless.
Caesar suddenly waved his hand at this time, and the people of Mythology of Doomsday instantly moved away. Only Mr. Clown seemed to have found something fun, and his fists kept bombarding Ferrell's chest.
"Can't break … can't break … what kind of monster-level body is this … why can't I break it!"
Mr. Clown's smiling face had long turned into a crying face under the exploding fists that were like bullets!
Every punch landed solidly on Ferrell's body … but Ferrell didn't react at all and just stood there stupidly.
Finally, Ferrell raised his head and looked at the black light rising from the sky.
"They're back … they're back … they're back … they're back!! They're back —!!! I said, they're not all dead, they'll come back … I said it!! You didn't believe me, you didn't believe me — ah —!! "
His body actually … started to tremble.
Just a few seconds ago, Ferrell had been so powerful that he made everyone feel despair. But now, he was like a madman as he faced the black pillar of light and let out a panicked shout ….
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