Miraculously, after walking out of the castle gate, Gillian felt that her power had recovered. It was because of her recovery that she once again felt the horror of Mordred. Novel.
Around him, there seemed to be countless vengeful ghosts roaring all the time... These vengeful ghosts even kept trying to devour his body.
For a moment, what Gillian thought of was pain...the pain of being bitten crazily.
But this seemed to be just a fantasy. When the cold wind blew, what she saw was this ordinary and thin appearance again.
She looked at the incompetent Great Knight Lino from a distance... This was also a powerful knight, but if she was left to deal with it, she could only adopt a roundabout strategy.
"You should have stopped the other knights just now." Jillian frowned at this time: "At this time, I am afraid that your leaving the prison has been reported to the knight agency... Forget it, let's leave here first.
Bar."
"Wait a little longer, there are still a few little guys here." As Mordred said, he raised his head and looked at the night sky.
The witch lady was startled. She saw a transport plane hovering in the night sky. At this time, three figures were jumping off the transport plane.
They landed and stood in a triangle... Jillian opened her eyes to look, her face suddenly turned ugly!
The three people who got off the transport plane were the two Knights of the Round Table whom she had met a few hours ago... Gareth and the Joker!
As for Gareth and the Joker, standing in the third corner was a woman wearing a tuxedo.
A not-too-ugly smile appeared on Miss Jillian's face, and she flipped up her hair, "It seems that dear Pugins still can't trust me. He actually dispatched several people at once to follow me all the way... So, stand here
Since this beautiful lady can act together with Gareth and Mr. Clown, she must be the only female Lancelot who has inherited the name of [lanelot du-lake], right?"
"I think he should have rejected you from the beginning." Gareth said expressionlessly, his eyes always locked on Mordred.
In fact, the same goes for Mr. Clown and Lancelot... they don't pay much attention to the psychic witch.
Miss Witch obviously didn't care about their contempt, she just smiled and said: "The people of Doomsday Myth are still lurking in your country... Instead of encircling and suppressing me, you escorted me all the way here. Are you really not afraid of wasting time?
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"You can't say for sure, maybe the threat here is even greater." The clown showed a smile.
In fact, they are all approaching... Gareth, the Joker, and Lancelot are all approaching step by step at this time, and they have completely blocked any escape route that the witch Miss is thinking about.
Even though she was surrounded by the most ferocious and vicious knights ever, facing three of the Twelve Round Tables at the same time, she felt somewhat unsure... After all, only half of the toxins in Mordred's body were clear.
:According to his words.
Even though he broke the statues of the great knights and former Knights of the Round Table with one blow, they were only the heroic souls that retained a small part of their power during their lifetimes.
The three Gareths have completely inherited the power of the Knights of the Round Table and are the contemporary generation at the peak of their integrity...
"Are you the Twelve Knights of this generation?" Mordred looked at him, from Gareth to the Joker, and then to Lancelot. His eyes finally stopped on Lancelot, and he frowned slightly.
Frown.
"Exactly." Gareth is reliable in serious situations...at least much more reliable than the clown next to him, "Farrell, please go back to the castle...you still have 790 days left in your sentence.
Thirteen years.”
"Farrell..." Mordred took a breath, "No one has called my name for a long time."
"After all, you have been deprived of the name [Mordred]." Mr. Clown's smiling face turned into a crying face, and he said in a joking tone: "Although the Knight Agency has been unable to deprive you of the inherited power of [Mordred], but
As a result, [mordred] is still hanging in the air until now."
Mordred... Farrell was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I promised this psychic witch to help her with a thing. After the thing is completed, I will come back... How, I don't want to be here
Draw your sword to the Round Table of Twelve."
"In this way..." Mr. Clown's crying face turned into a smiling face again, "I suddenly thought of a better way... If this woman dies, then you don't have to go out, right?"
laugh!
A ray of cold light suddenly shot directly towards the psychic witch... It was the flying knife in the hand of the clown Dagonite!
But the witch, who had been secretly on guard for a long time, did not panic. Just when she was about to resist, the blade of the golden sword stood in front of her, blocking the flying knife.
The clown's flying knife was not a real attack... The moment the flying knife was shot, his figure moved. The moment the golden sword blocked the flying knife, he was already close to Farrell, and he punched him with a simple punch.
Farrell's face.
Although Mr. Clown is not tall and does not look strong, among the current Twelve Knights, he is said to be the one with the highest physical strength and pure power.
It was just a direct punch, but it couldn't shake Farrell... it couldn't even move his cheek!
In an instant, Farrell's head tilted back slightly, and then he quickly bumped his forehead forward, directly hitting the clown's head.
Bang!
The clown flew out instantly!
"Unexpectedly, he surpassed Dagonite in terms of physical strength..." Gareth was shocked, but his reaction was also extremely fast. The moment Mr. Clown flew out, he didn't hesitate at all, holding the sword in his hand.
Already thrust out!
The tip of the sword was like lightning, stabbing out eighteen combos quickly, but Farrell closed his eyes and easily flashed over... The sword wind penetrated from the tip of the sword, and at the same time, the castle door behind him was blown away.
Eighteen holes were poked into the wall.
"Not fast enough."
The sound rang in Gareth's ears, and severe pain spread from his chest at this moment... It was the hilt of the golden sword, and it hit Gareth's chest directly. He was like a clown.
, so it flew out upside down.
In just a few seconds, when the clown got up from the ground, it was the moment when Gareth bumped into him... The clown caught Gareth's body.
They looked at each other, and then suddenly took out a necklace from their necks... The necklace is the source of the power of the Twelve Round Tables.
However, at the moment when their inherited power appeared, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of them... The inherited power flowed through the two of them, and the radiance added to them was the arrival of the Holy Kaijia who could trigger the power of the Twelve Knights.
"Too slow! Too slow!"
The golden sword in Farrell's hand was drawn directly, and each hit Gareth and the Joker... Before the holy armor fully appeared on their bodies, they were shattered in an instant!
Gareth spat out a mouthful of blood... Before he even put on the inherited holy armor, he was knocked to the ground again?
"Who are the inheritors of this generation?" Farrell drew the big sword in his hand again, this time knocking the clown away and flying into the air. "It actually takes a second to activate the holy armor...
Do you still dare to call yourself the Round Table?"
At the same time, behind Farrell, there was a darkness shrouding... Behind him, a black-armored knight appeared at some point!
Black armor covered the whole body, and traces of purple-black light shone on the black armor!
"You're good, but you're just average!"
Farrell turned around, this time the big sword was not slapped, but slashed out... The black-armored knight was shocked and raised the sword in his hand to resist, but was struck by the force of the sword, and half of his body sank into the ground.
Among them...the sword in the hand of the black-armored knight even had a lot of cracks.
At the same time, a ripple-like impact spread out at this moment, and the trees around the castle were directly knocked down by the impact... A hundred meters away, the ripples gradually dispersed.
This is just...an imitation of the carvings, not the real [Gawaine]'s inherited golden sword...
In less than ten seconds, the three members of the round table were easily defeated by each other... Gareth coughed out a mouthful of blood. He had never thought that human beings could be so powerful.
But he...hasn't used [mordred's] inherited power yet!
Bang... The clown fell from the air at this moment and fell directly to the ground, but he was motionless... and lost consciousness.
"Just like this, when darkness comes again, when they appear again..." Farrell murmured to himself, "Not even one of you can resist it."
"Darkness...them?" Gareth staggered and stood up reluctantly.
Farrell shook his head, and the golden sword in his hand made a circle and struck horizontally... The sword light rushed out a hundred meters, and from the moment he started, he actually cut the island apart from here!
Watching the sea water pouring in, Gareth almost felt suffocated.
"At least...necessary to this extent."
The golden sword was finally inserted into the ground by Farrell, and he left with the witch lady... The three round tables, or to be precise, the two conscious round tables, had no power to stop them.
Gareth staggered back a step, and then fell directly to the ground... It wasn't because he was afraid, it was just because his bones had been broken a lot.
"It's so powerful that it's like a joke..." Gareth smiled bitterly.
Half of the body of the black-armored knight was buried in the soil. At this moment, the black armor dispersed... His delicate facial features were exposed, but they were also pale and bloodless.
She looked up at the night sky and saw an armed helicopter slowly rising and then going 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 one hour, or you can wake me up like a clown..."
Lancelot: emmmmm...
…
It is simply powerful beyond the scope of human beings, and according to him, only 15% of the poison has been eliminated... In other words, at this time, he only has 10% or 20% of his strength!
Yes! Absolutely! If this person takes action, he will definitely be able to get that document: "Akshay Records"!
There is absolutely no one more powerful than him in this world!
The witch lady driving the helicopter had bursts of blush on her face... her body was completely in a state of extreme excitement, and she was looking at Mordred sitting behind... or rather, Farrell.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this man’s face doesn’t seem as thin as it was at the beginning… It seems like he’s gained a little bit of flesh?
The helicopter door is open.
Farrell looked outside at this time. The sea water below was flowing turbulently, but a little bit of fluorescence fell from the bottle in his hand and fell on the sea water... The little bits of fluorescence gradually dispersed along with the waves on the sea surface, and finally went out.
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These are the heroic souls of those great knights, the twelve knights... Although they are only part of them, they cannot survive for too long after losing the carrier. But is it too wasteful to just spill them out like this?
Despite this, the witch just opened her mouth and did not choose to point out the other party's fault... The only person who knew Farrell was her mother, and she only knew the legend of Farrell from various channels.
"Who is your father?" Farrell suddenly asked.
Jillian shrugged and said: "I have never met him. My mother told me that my father died a long time ago... Maybe you can tell me a little bit, after all, you seem to know my mother too?"
Farrell frowned and was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: ""Akshay Records", why do you know its existence?"
Miss Witch narrowed her eyes and said: "This starts from a musician who is obviously very talented, but loves to explore... But what he gained was not the "Akshay Records", but just a few pages of the "Dead Sea Documents"
"That's all. I made rubbings of these pages of the "Dead Sea Document" from his hand. Although the rubbings do not have the power of the "Document", their function as clues to the "Akshay Records" is the same.
"
"It's just a few pages of the "Dead Sea Documents", which can't be put together." Farrell said calmly: "No one has ever put together the "Dead Sea Documents". You'd better give up and make another request."
"Why, even Mordred, the most ferocious and evil knight in history, is afraid of the "Dead Sea Script"?" Gillian smiled sweetly, "In this case, you were so heroic in defeating three twelve round tables by yourself before, but now you will
It’s a big deal in people’s minds.”
"Do you really want to find "Akshay Records"?" Farrell suddenly asked.
"Otherwise, I have to go through all the trouble to rescue you, obviously not because I am like a little girl, worshiping you."
"After you find the Akshay Records, what are you going to do?" Farrell asked again.
The witch lady looked at the night sky in front of her and let out a silvery laugh...it was just a laugh and no answer.
"My name is Farrell." He also looked outside, "Mordred is dead."
"It doesn't matter." Miss Witch said softly: "As long as you can help me, it doesn't matter even if I ask you to call you my lord..."
Farrell shook his head, "Go to Kamlan."
"Kamlan?" Miss Witch was startled, "Where is it...what are you going to do in that place?"
"Since we are looking for the "Akshay Records", we naturally need to get something back." Farrell said calmly: "This document has been looking for more than just a little witch like you..."
"You mean, inhuman?" The witch frowned, "Strong? Stronger than you?"
"You don't want to know what true power is..." He slowly closed his eyes at this time and ignored the witch lady.
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ps1: After looking through the reward records, I found a cute host named "the cutest fat guy in the world" who serves tea to capitalist bosses as usual.
