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"I hope the association can part ways and hand over this elder's corpse to the UK for disposal." Although Bedivere's words were polite, there were not many convincing reasons.
It's no wonder that Li Guang is now dissatisfied, so much so that his face can't even be considered friendly.
After all, this vampire elder was killed by Fudo, the association's exorcist. Logically and emotionally, it should be a trophy belonging to the association. Even if it has to be handed over to the vampires in the end, the prerequisites will not change.
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with this." Li Guang frowned.
Bedivere's request is no longer something he can make a decision on. This matter needs to be reported to the association's upper management first, and then an order will be issued.
But if we wait for the association’s set of procedures to be finalized, I’m afraid the day lilies will be cold.
Li Guang thought so in his heart, probably because he wanted to politely refuse Belleville's request.
But Bedivere didn't give Li Guang this chance.
"Don't worry, Britain has already applied to the association for the approval. After all, we are an elder-level vampire. I believe there will be a result soon." Bedivere said as if he saw Li Guang's thoughts.
"Really?" Li Guang could only reply.
If the association issued a formal approval document, it would be meaningless no matter how he blocked it. In the end, he was just working for the association.
Although the relationship within the association is close, many factions have emerged with different positions. Li Guang cannot intervene in these factional struggles and can only wait for the results quietly.
Just as Bedivere said, the association quickly sent the official approval document here.
With the British royal family's presence, this matter will soon come to an end.
The official approval was as expected, and the association decided to transfer the elder's body to the UK. The reason was simple, because it was in the UK.
Li Guang was more or less dissatisfied with the results, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The signature below the approval document is Akasis Langston.
This name represents the highest resolution within the association, and is also the final decision issued by humanity as the leader.
Of course, the British side must have done a lot of work during this period, and there were even some unknown py transactions, but these were not something Li Guang could get involved in.
Reluctantly, the corpse of the vampire elder was officially handed over to the UK at this time.
As for what the British plan to do with this body, I'm afraid no one knows except themselves.
After saying goodbye to Li Guang, Bedivere took the body away.
It won't be long before this corpse will be returned to the hands of the Blood Clan.
That's right, Bedivere's coming to ask for the body this time was not a decision made by the British royal family. It was more like a deal, a deal with the vampires.
The United Kingdom communicated with the association, and there were vampires on the side to clear the way. Finally, after the decision of both parties, the association was allowed to hand over the body of the vampire.
Of course, the vampires naturally paid a lot of money during this period.
The cost of communication between Britain and the association was borne by the Blood Clan, not to mention that after successfully retrieving the elder corpse, the Blood Clan would also give Britain a generous reward.
Anyone with a discerning eye can now understand that this elder-level corpse is of great value to the Vampire Clan.
Although the Vampire Clan is currently in a state of internal strife, no one wants to offend the Vampire Clan at this time. After all, the injured animals are the most vicious.
What's more, the performance of the vampires is bound to win against this corpse.
In this case, just get some sweetness appropriately.
"What value does this body have that the Vampires value so much?" A smile of interest appeared on Bedivere's face, which made people stunned for a moment.
"I really want to know, maybe I can think of something..."
boom--
The huge roar turned into a sound wave and swept over. This sound was more terrifying than the battle with the vampires just now, and the direction of the sound was in.
"Tower of London?" Bedivere stopped.
He looked towards the Tower of London with some worry, but he still needed to take care of the body in his hands.
"I hope nothing will happen." With worries in his heart, Bedivere left quickly.
At the same time, the battle in front of the Tower of London has just begun.
"Gawain! Stop him!" Lancelot shouted, his tone somewhat urgent.
"You don't need to tell me...I know it too!" Gawain, who was wearing armor, raised the giant sword in his hand, and the sword energy turned into white light, blocking Esder's movements at an unimaginable angle.
But when the sword light came into contact with Est, these seemingly gorgeous attacks were easily resolved by Est. Est's appearance made Lancelot feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
The luster of the spell halo dissipated from Esder. He did not deploy his blood array for protection. It was meaningless and also because he wanted to have fun.
Esther is not in a hurry now.
Why can't the projection of Wuhui Lake's light cause any harm to Esther?
Could it be that the other party is a direct elder, and the blood was given by the true ancestor himself? But if it is such an existence, why has he never heard of it.
Lancelot stared at Esther with a pair of blue eyes, seeming to want to find some answers from the details.
Gawain's sword energy continued to pull Esder's forward figure. Inevitably, Esther received damage from the sword energy, and his body was also scratched with sword marks.
But these sword marks healed in the blink of an eye, and Esther didn't even have time to feel the pain.
The only pity is that I may not be able to wear the suit I am wearing anymore.
Thinking that the clothes on his body had been chopped to pieces by Gawain, he simply turned his blood into clothes. It was a battle robe, the blood clothes Esther was most familiar with.
"Hey, although I want to find someone who can fight, this one is too..." Gawain couldn't help but said.
Recalling his previous contempt for Esther, Gawain felt that in his heart... he was not ashamed at all.
What does this mean? He is just relying on his immortal body. How can he be so relaxed without this immortal body?
But if there is no if, now Gawain and Lancelot can only try to delay Esther's progress and keep dealing with him outside the Tower of London. As long as the clown's cage is formed, it will be their victory.
"Lancelot, if you don't take action, I won't be able to stop him!" Gawain shouted.
From the beginning to the end, Esther did not show any offensive means, which meant that he still had reservations.
Lancelot took a deep breath and looked calm. The spell had been constructed. Next, he was going to summon the true form of Wugui Huguang.
Only then can Lancelot show his true strength.
A dull pulse sound spread from Lancelot's body, which seemed to open a certain gate, and the projection of Wuhui Lake gradually solidified, as if it had been replaced.
The sword body is filled with the aura accumulated from the ancient place.
Lancelot's body turned into a phantom of armor. He held the Lake Light without Regrets and looked at Esther with a cold face.
"..." Esther looked at the Wuhui Lake with a nostalgic expression on his face. Yes, relying on his age, he began to sigh blindly again.
He remembered that he had been slashed by this sword back then and it always hurt.