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Chapter 35 [The gong of fate rings in the temple] (6)

The sound gradually became smaller... Inside the container, everyone began to adjust the volume.

It's more like a murmur, like a mother's soft lullaby.

Seeing this, Klein jumped down from the container gently, and then he and Nick cautiously approached the orc war general. Finally, the two successfully arrived in front of each other without causing any resistance from the orc war general.

The two looked at each other, then quickly took out the confinement tools and locked the hands and feet of the orc warrior... From the beginning to the end, the orc warrior seemed to be half asleep.

It wasn't until the two of them followed suit and controlled the other three violent orcs that the little orc girl stopped on the top of the truck... Her steps were a little shaky and she staggered back half a step.

When the singing stopped, these violent orcs reacted immediately. They seemed to be more awake, struggling slightly, and their rationality seemed to be wandering on the edge of violence.

Seeing this, several other elite knights hurriedly stepped forward and directly injected sedatives into the orcs, and they finally calmed down.

The elite knights breathed a huge sigh of relief, then came to Klein and Nick, exclaiming and asking: "Klein, Nick, you are really the one...who is this singer? We have such a person in our agency

?"

They looked curiously at the young girl on the top of the container, who was wearing revealing clothing and a silver eye mask... She seemed not to be very old. Someone whistled softly.

"She... they are some friends I met on the road." Klein said quickly: "This singing lady is a wandering freelance magician who is better at vocal magic... They, this time

He voluntarily assisted us in suppressing the riots."

He did not directly tell the identity of the orc girl... This made the orc girl on top of the container look at Klein's back with a little gratitude.

"That's it." The knights didn't have much doubt.

Free magicians do exist, and they wander around the world in varying degrees of good and evil. Some of them cause trouble, and some of them do chivalry... The knights have obviously heard of and even seen them.

Maybe it's not just here, but somewhere in the foggy city at this time, there are similar folk strangers drawing swords to help.

"Sound spell, hypnosis..." The elite knights seemed to be inspired, "Klein, this is a really good note. I need to report it back immediately. Maybe our agency can find a similar method!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Klein asked with a frown as he faced the orcs who had been controlled.

The elite knight quickly said: "We will send them back to the agency first. Now, many orcs have been controlled and escorted back... These guys are too dangerous. If they cannot relieve their rage, they should

It’s impossible to release it.”

"It seems that this is the only way."

Klein nodded, and then said quickly: "Guys, without further ado, I'll leave the escort to you... If this method is really effective, then we have to go to other places to help now!

"

"Thank you!" the knights said in unison.

The elevator began to descend, and the little orc girl disappeared from everyone's sight again. After Klein said hello, he quickly returned to the container.

As for Nick, he quickly came to the front of the car. Looking at Boss Luo who was about to get on the driver's seat and put his hands on the door armrest, he suddenly said bravely: "Sir, why don't you go and have a rest? I think you also

I'm tired...let me drive!"

Boss Luo blinked, not tired...





Nick finally successfully seized the driver's seat, and after a long while of effort, he straightened the body of the large truck and then drove towards the next battle point.

A few elite knights stayed behind, looking for tools that could transport these orcs, and were making their own troubles.

After a while, a transport truck came slowly... The transport truck stopped directly in front of them.

A man opened the car door and got out.

After several elite knights saw the visitor, they immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Simpson!!"

Man...Simpton first looked at the controlled orcs behind them, and then nodded: "It seems that you have worked very hard, thank you for your hard work. Knight, you deserve my respect."

They were very proud. After all, the praising party was a high knight, but a very famous one among the high knights.

"Mr. Simpson, what are you doing?"

"I dealt with a group of orcs." Simpton said calmly at this time: "At this time, I was planning to transport them back. I happened to hear something moving here, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect you to be finished so quickly.

Fight."

"Speaking of which..." the knights laughed bitterly, "it's not our fault."

Simpson frowned.

The knights quickly gave a brief report to the superior knight about what happened not long ago... After hearing this, Simpson frowned.

"Free magician, Klein... hypnosis?"

"Yes! This is really a good idea! If we can make them quiet down automatically, then the damage will be minimized!"

The knights nodded one after another: "We saw it with our own eyes. Without wasting any effort, we put shackles on them and injected them with sedatives! I wonder if there are any magicians who can use similar spells inside the agency! Xin Pu

Mr. Dayton...Mr. Simpson?"

"Oh... I was thinking about the feasibility of this method and got a little distracted. Don't worry about it." Simpson said calmly.

The knights laughed and said: "When we saw it, we also felt incredible and distracted."

Simpton nodded at this time, and then said seriously: "Leave these orcs to me, there are still some places in the car. The situation is still very critical now, I suggest you go to other places to support our companions.

"

"This is really great! If Mr. Simpson is responsible for escorting, there will definitely be no problem!" The knights were immediately overjoyed.

"Go ahead, I will take care of it here." Simpson waved his hand at this time.

After the knights performed the etiquette of lower-level knights, they prepared to go to the next battle point. But just when they were about to leave, Simpson called these knights down.

"Wait a moment, knights."

I saw Simpton taking out some new standard weapons from the transport truck, throwing them to these elite knights, and casually said: "Knights, always remember to stay in the best condition... your

The equipment is damaged, please use these."

"Really, thank you so much!"

"Go, knights."

Everyone saluted again and after putting on new equipment, they left Simpton with gratitude and looked at the group of young knights. It wasn't until they disappeared at the end of the street that they turned their attention to a few orcs who had been controlled.

Looking at the orcs whose eyes were still half-opened even under the influence of the sedative, Simpton used the scabbard to lift the chin of one of the orcs.

After staring coldly for a few seconds, the scabbard was raised, and then it was swept across heavily, directly hitting the orc's face.

There is no language.

The sharp blade of the magic sword was pulled out from the scabbard. Holding the sword, Simpton directly pressed the blade against the heart of the orc, and then stabbed it directly.

"stop!!"

In the lightning flash, the moment the sword blade had penetrated a few inches, a very fast figure flew directly in front of Simpton. The moment the sword light was swung out, the magic sword in Simpton's hand was just like this.

It flew out directly.

Simpton was secretly frightened, and instinctively jumped back a few meters, jumping directly to the position where the magic sword landed. At the same time, he could clearly see the person who took action to fly the magic sword.

"Gareth...Knight." Simpton's eyes became cold and he gently picked up the magic sword on the ground.

The person who appeared here was Mr. Gareth... He frowned and looked at Simpson, a look of uncertainty flashed in his eyes, and his voice was slightly deeper: "Simpton, do you know what you are doing?!"

Simpton spread his hands and said: "What am I doing? As you can see, I am escorting these orcs... Mr. Gareth, did you misunderstand something? I am just checking whether the restraints on them are firm.

.”

"Misunderstanding? Check?" Gareth took a deep breath, then raised his sword.

The sword blade directly cut out an arc of light.

The arc light flew over the transport vehicle and directly cut its carriage open!

When the steel plate of the carriage crashed to the bottom, all the orcs inside were seen falling down, and the smell of blood rushed towards them.

They have turned into cold corpses.

"Is this...also the test you're talking about?!"

Gareth gritted his teeth, as if the fire of anger was about to burst out from his eyes, "Simpton, you actually abused lynching!! These orcs... they are also our residents! If I hadn't followed with a little suspicion,

, how many more people are you going to kill using this method?"

"How much?" Simpson sneered, "No amount is too much. If it can make the world quiet and kill them all, that's fine."

"They are all just bewitched! They have been living here peacefully and have never had any problems!! Simpson, you are going too far!"

"There will be a second time if there is a first time. The dirty blood flowing on them will not change."

Simpton waved the sword in his hand casually, "You can forgive or even let them go this time, but what about next time? They will continue to riot and be forgiven, and then what about us? Will we deal with these beasts again and again?"

Knight Gareth... If you are the sword of justice and are unwilling to touch these, then please allow me to take your place."

"Even if there is a punishment, it should be the final trial of the knight agency... No matter what, you still abused lynching." Gareth took a deep breath: "Simpton, you have completely deviated from your own chivalry...

You can't continue."

"They need knights like you." Simpton shook his head, and then his eyes were firm: "But at the same time... they also need people like me."

"As one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, I now officially relieve you of your knighthood! Simpson, your crime will be reviewed later... Now, give up your weapons and surrender immediately."

Mr. Gareth said seriously: "I hope that the weapons in my hands will be drawn out towards my colleagues."

"The Twelve Knights." Simpton smiled: "The great knight heritage... Gareth, do you think you can really beat me?"

Gareth didn't say much. After he decided to take action, he immediately activated his holy armor and rushed towards Simpton as quickly as possible.

The sword is raised...but with the hilt.

At this time, the sword hilt hit Simpson's abdomen at an extremely fast speed.

But what surprised Gareth was that such a heavy blow did not make Simpson lose the ability to move... It seemed that something was blocking his abdomen.

That's a piece of pitch black armor!

"You are still too kind."

The magic sword fell, forcing Gareth to retreat in an instant... The numb feeling coming from the tiger's mouth made Gareth secretly frightened at this moment.

Simpton's body was suddenly surrounded by scarlet demonic energy... On his body was a set of jet black and shiny armor, which was completely different from the holy armor. It was a terrifying black armor with a ferocious face like a wild beast!

"This is……"

"The magic sword... [Hegni]." Simpton slowly approached, the scarlet light of the magic sword in his hand becoming more and more powerful, "Mr. Gareth, it seems that you have not walked on the road of the Knights of the Round Table.

Too far...Is this the inherited power that you are proud of?"

As he said that, Simpton, who was wearing magic armor, suddenly disappeared... not moving at high speed, but really disappearing directly... or, transparent.

Gareth's eyes were sharp, observing everything around him keenly, and trying his best to listen to any sound!

Suddenly, his back felt cold! Knight Gareth turned around as quickly as possible to block. But the moment the sword in his hand blocked the blow that appeared out of thin air, Simpton disappeared again!

side!

Gareth's reaction was nothing short of unpleasant...even with this weird disappearing ability!

His long sword thrust out, and the black-armored figure flashed from the side. At this moment, he was stabbed directly by his sword and penetrated... The second one that appeared was just a phantom!

In a hurry, Gareth once again felt the opponent's third attack coming from behind him. He spun his leg directly, and this time the sword thrust out at the fastest speed.

In an instant, there were more than thirty stabs, and the sword light bloomed like fireworks!

This time, a physical blow came from the hilt of the sword, and dozens of broken holes appeared in the black armor of the figure in front of him.

But at this moment, a sword blade penetrated directly from Mr. Gareth's back.

"Who told you that this is a phantom..."

"Virtual reality...conversion..."

Gareth felt a suffocating feeling... his lungs were directly pierced by this magic sword!

Simpton chose to pull out the magic sword, which caused Gareth's pain to reach its peak in an instant!

He was kicked away by Simpson, and his body rolled on the ground like a ball... Vaguely, he just saw three figures in black armor, and they began to gradually overlap!

Gareth endured the pain and propped up his body with his sword. He felt like he hadn't breathed even once. His internal organs felt like being pricked by countless needles. The pain almost stripped away his senses.

"It's such a perfect thrust... If I were to hit him head-on, I would probably fall down in one blow, right?" Simpton came up with his sword, "It's a pity that you don't know my abilities very well."

cough……

Gareth coughed up a large mouthful of blood and felt his eyes gradually become dim and pale.

At this time, Simpton raised the magic sword in his hand again, and just when he was about to chop it down, he quickly retreated like lightning... Like a black lightning, he retreated more than ten meters, while holding his sword horizontally to block the attack.

in front of me.

An overwhelming and terrifying killing intent locked onto him in an instant, causing this instinctive retreat to appear all over Simpson's body!

"When did the Twelve Knights of the Round Table need to harm the enemies in front of them?"

The sound came from behind.

At this time, Gareth also felt a huge murderous intention coming from behind, as thick as substance... He looked back encouragingly.

In the long street, a thin man wearing a white suit was seen walking slowly step by step... The terrifying and rich murderous intent was emanating from this man's body.

As if visible to the naked eye... there is an aura of terror on the man's body all the time.

"Is it you?!" Gareth was seriously injured. He already had a huge headache. Now that he saw this person's appearance, his scalp was numb. "Farrell..."

The man in a white suit walked slowly to Gareth's side, glanced down, and snorted: "You have a weak backhand, a poor forehand, loose steps, and slow reaction! None of your moves are decent... Such swordsmanship,

Which loser taught you that?"

Gareth was speechless... and the situation did not allow him to speak at this time.

"See clearly! This is how the sword is used, kid!"

But Farrell reached out and grabbed Gareth's sword out of thin air. He held it in his hand and struck it casually!

There was no sword light, just a sword wind flying out caused by the pressure caused by the extremely fast swing of the sword!

On the road ahead, Simpson, who was already secretly on guard, only felt a breeze passing by his body... He did not feel any pain on his body.

Simpson couldn't help but frowned, but when he moved his wrist slightly, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

The magic armor he wore was shattered in an instant! At the same time, dozens of criss-crossing wounds appeared on his body... and blood spurted out.

The pain that followed almost overwhelmed the consciousness of Lord Simpton, and he... fell to his knees directly on the ground.

"Swing the sword 100,000 times with ten times the weight every day! Go back and practice again!"

Farrell snorted coldly, threw the sword away, and inserted it into the road floor in front of Gareth.

Mr. Gareth's throat made a growl.

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ps:(9/30)


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