After replacing the Doraemon T-shirt, beach shorts and flip-flops set at home with a British-style navy blue suit, a long wide woolen windbreaker and a top hat, Wang Quan walked out of the prison fortress with a cane.
Looking up and looking at the cloudless blue sky, Wang Quan raised his hand to cover his eyes, "The sun is so dazzling..."
The warden next to him said proudly: "You can't see this kind of weather in London."
He thought it was Wang Quan who was praising him.
But it doesn't matter, Wang Quan can leave, he is in a great mood now!
Especially Wang Quan who directly took away all twenty-eight monsters in the prison.
The warden was so happy that he felt so happy.
As for what he can protect in this prison without monsters...
He only thinks about one thing now, he wants to make a mistake and he wants to be dismissed.
France is about to fight. Although the Queen has inherited the power of the witch, the new First French Republic is too strong!
In the past ten years, they overturned the Knights of the Sun who were stationed in France, and relying on the Great Wall of Despair, they beat up another Knights of the Death Cult stationed in the Netherlands several times.
The Death God Sect headquarters remained silent on this matter.
After ten years of development, France had to attack England across the sea for some unknown reason.
Maybe it’s because the two countries have been obsessed with each other for nine hundred years?
Anyway, no matter which side becomes stronger, the two sides will always have to fight the other side.
Besides, England also has the other half of the Knights of the Sun, so it would be normal for them to fight over.
It seems that the British Empire is about to be unable to withstand it. What the warden is thinking about now is how to save his life and become a rich man.
England?
Being able to help Princess Elizabeth one last time is his greatest repayment of gratitude to England.
Waving goodbye in the eyes of the warden, Wang Quan asked Elizabeth beside him, "So? Your Highness, why are we coming down here? Go directly to that lake in Scotland?"
"Go back to London first. I want to gather some members of the Protectorate Knights to work together."
"Hmm, you are the boss, you have the final say." Wang Quan shrugged.
Anyway, they are mercenaries now, and they are the kind that can rebel and run away at any time. They will do whatever Her Highness the Princess says.
If France really attacked, they would definitely rebel on the spot.
As for hiring them as bodyguards...
Words spoken are like farts, they cannot be taken back.
But what you say is just like fart, so why do you care?
Elizabeth rode on the unicorn horse she "bought" from Wang Quan, lowered her head and asked, "What's your name?"
"Infino, some people also call me...forget it, just Infino."
Wang Quan originally wanted to say, "Some people also call me the King of Weirdness and the Star of Peace."
After all, only Mochizuki Rin and Kenchi Ichiro know about this stuff in this world.
As long as word spreads, Kenchi Ichiro will definitely know that it is him.
But...it's too shameful, Wang Quan doesn't want to die.
"Come up." Elizabeth raised her chin, "Let them wait outside London. You come back with me."
"It's a long way from London, and it's not necessary."
It's not that Wang Quan is not lewd, it's mainly that this girl has an expressionless face every day. Wang Quan knows many girls who are prettier than her.
And wearing a steel plate, it would be pointless even to ride with them.
"Then you want to walk?"
"No need."
Wang Quan snapped his fingers, and the "Death Knight", one of the two girls among his four kings, raised her hand and stuffed the thumb and index finger of her right hand into her mouth, and then blew the bone whistle.
The originally clear blue sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds.
On the horizon, a group of ghostly horses with eyes and hooves burning with green flames rolled in, wrapped in black mist.
When they got closer, all the ghost horses stopped.
Wang Quan got on the horse. If the others were in human form, they could ride on the horse. If they were not in human form or were too big, they would have to find a way to tie themselves to the horse, or just stand there - they could run or fly with him.
Wang Quan pointed to the unicorn horse that Elizabeth was riding.
"Death Knight" snapped his fingers.
A ghost horse rushed directly into the body of the one-horned white horse.
Then the white horse's eyes glowed with green flames, and its hooves also burned with the same flames.
But it didn't hurt the unicorn's body.
"Let's go, your horse is too slow."
Wang Quan and his party rushed out on ghost horses.
Elizabeth bit her lower lip and pinched the horse's belly with her two long legs, and the unicorn followed.
She still doesn't know whether releasing these monsters is a good thing or a bad thing.
Just looking at this posture, you can tell how terrifying these monsters are.
And Wang Quan, the only one among them who looked like a human... became even more terrifying in Elizabeth's eyes.
Think about it, the boss who can control these monsters, how scary he must be?
But there is no way, in order to save the country...she can no longer look back.
The prison fortress is located in Birmingham, northwest of London.
Relying on the powerful legs of the ghost horse, the journey that originally took two days took less than four hours.
This was the result of Wang Quan and the others taking detours in accordance with Elizabeth's request.
This is understandable.
Just this group of weird looking guys walking on the road would have been regarded as the demon kings of hell who have descended into the world.
After arriving at a deserted forest in the suburbs and instructing everyone else to rest here, Wang Quan followed Elizabeth to London with the "Shadow Blade" in his shadow.
Arriving outside London, looking at the city whose walls had been demolished a long time ago, as well as the perennial dark clouds and gray haze overhead, Wang Quan smiled, "I know why they were asked to wait so far away.
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London is a "purgatory" that has more factories than Paris and squeezes the flesh and blood of the people at the bottom.
Production naturally requires wood, and the forests near London have been cleared. Even the creek flowing not far from the feet of Wang Quan and Wang Quan is colorful and reflective with metal pollution!
London demolished the city wall not because it was arrogant enough to think that no army could reach here, but because the space in the city was not big enough.
The factory owners needed to expand production, so they proposed a bill in Parliament to demolish the city wall.
This will allow the factory to expand outwards.
Wang Quan looked up at the black skeleton in London, which was more than 500 meters tall. There was a pair of gray wings dripping with cement growing on its back.
Angel......
They are nothing more than industrial angels with cement on their wings and sludge stains on their bodies.
It floats quietly over London, looking down at the city with a pair of oily eyes.
Obviously, the tiny humans below can't see it at all.
However, despite its large size, Wang Quan also sensed the power of mythical creatures from it.
But...it should just be a seed.
A seed of mythical creatures infected by London's industrial pollution.
Wang Quan smacked his lips, this place is really steampunk.