Chapter 1670 Staggered in the International Meeting Twenty-five
Chapter 1670: Intertwining and meeting (25)
At the same time, the capital of South Africa, Pretoria.
In the dusk, a low-key man in black robe walked into the sewer area.
Walking through the strange and complicated sewers, this man seemed to have already known the roads here. The half-covered silver mask he wore just happened to cover his nose, and the nose of the mask was coated with a deodorant.
The light aroma it brings just offsets the pungent smell of the sewer.
The man walked gracefully and quietly through this filthy place, passing through nine twists and turns, and finally arrived at a certain area deep in the sewer.
[Rotten Marsh Block] ------The man in the black robe and mask could vaguely make out the words like this on the tattered wooden signboard nearby.
This is hell, where people from all religions and nine streams are mixed together. These people are nothing more than hooligans, vagrants, and criminals on the run. They gather and live here for various unexplainable reasons.
This is also a paradise. Sin and selfish desires run rampant, but it is completely opposite to the blindingly glamorous world in the upper-class areas of Pretonia. There is [freedom] here. The residents here generally do not interfere in other people's affairs and will not interfere with other people's affairs because of their status.
Differences arise due to differences. Everyone here is filthy, everyone is the mud of the ground, so they are too lazy to compare or ask questions.
Although there are often various fights among the gangsters living in the Fumarsh neighborhood, they are all small fights. It is extremely rare for real fights to result in human life. However, the people living here are extremely united.
, unanimously to the outside world, whenever an intruder comes from the outside world - such as this man in a black robe and mask - the residents here will invariably cast a hostile look at the intruder.
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Therefore, one can imagine how dangerous it is for this mysterious man in a black robe and mask to walk among such a hostile crowd.
Despite this, the man in the black robe and mask didn't take it seriously. He still walked steadily step by step. His steps were neither brisk nor heavy, but just cautious. He didn't want to conflict with the residents here, so he didn't hold a weapon as a precaution.
However, if this man in black robe had this intention, he could wipe out all the residents here in a few minutes--literally kill them all.
Even wild animals will sense danger through their own instincts. And the more depraved a person is, the closer they are to wild animals. It seems that they have already realized how dangerous this black-robed masked man is. Even if the residents here are against
The man in black robe kept casting hostile glances, but no one dared to stop the man in black robe. Some of them probably thought that if they all swarmed up, they might be able to subdue this man. However, they should be very quick.
It is clear that even if they swarm up and subdue this man, those who take the lead will probably die. Although the people here are united, they are also selfish. When the matter is related to their own lives, of course these gangsters will not dare to act rashly.
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The man in the black robe and mask walked safely through this dangerous neighborhood filled with the smell of gunpowder, and soon reached his destination.
That was actually a drainage pipe on the edge of the Rotting Marsh neighborhood. Needless to say, the drainage pipe had been clogged many years ago. Although the inside of the pipe was a little rusty and smelly, it was still quite dry. Because it was far enough away from the ground to
The ground is dry, so it has become a reasonably livable place in this stinking hell place. ------No, it should be said that in this garbage dump, this dry and isolated drainage
The pipeline is actually already a mansion.
There is even a piece of canvas that is not particularly tattered and hung in front of this "mansion" to block outside interference and add a little privacy to the people living there.
The man in the black robe and mask stopped just twenty yards away from the pipe. Next, he slowed down his steps extremely slowly, moving forward step by step. On the one hand, he did this in order to get as far as possible.
He made less noise so that he could observe the surrounding geographical environment clearly before attracting the attention of the residents in the pipes; on the other hand, he also wanted to give the residents living in the pipes enough time to prepare, because the man in black robe did not want to win without force.
, relying on surprise attacks to subdue the opponent.
However, the man in the black robe and mask actually thought that the other party might have been prepared for a long time. The people in the pipeline would probably hold weapons and suddenly rush out of the pipeline to attack him. And the people in the pipeline were by no means just ordinary people, attacking him.
Otherwise, the man in black robe may not be able to escape unscathed. Therefore, at this juncture, the man in black robe and mask has reached for his waist and pulled out a lightsaber.
The lightsaber is perfect for use here. It has no blade before it is activated and will not attract attention. And when the melee actually begins, the excess light on the lightsaber blade can be used as a stable and reliable lighting source, allowing the opponent to
There is nothing to hide in the darkness.
After the man in black robe had prepared everything, he put his finger on the switch of the lightsaber, keeping it ready to activate the lightsaber at any time. He quickened his pace slightly and walked towards the pipe. He was only ten yards away from the abandoned pipe.
"Huh huh huh." However, the people in the pipe had indeed noticed the approach of the man in black robe, and a slightly old laughter came from the pipe: "Don't be so nervous, come closer."
The man in black robe trembled, but it was only for a moment, and the magnitude of the tremor was extremely small. He immediately regained his composure, strode over, and said as soon as he got close: "It's our first time meeting you, Grandpa."
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An old man walked out of the pipe. Although he looked weather-beaten, he was in good spirits, and there was even a sly look in his eyes like an old fox.
"I think I should also say this: It's my first time to meet you, Your Majesty King Arthur."
Yes, this low-key man in a black robe and mask is none other than the current king of Great Britain, Arthur D. Pantorakon.
However, how many people would have thought that the old man who appeared in front of King Arthur was not the Sword Saint Jacques who the King of Knights and others had been chasing, but another even more heinous person who had committed crimes since the old Pantorakan era.
A traitor who is being hunted everywhere?
He is the grandfather of King Arthur and the father of the Celestial Knight Uther. He is another famous swordsman in the history of Pantoraken - Joseph D. Pantoraken.
He was the culprit who stole the national treasure of Pantoraken - the Holy Sword [Storm Watcher] - many years ago. He also indirectly led to the destruction of Kami, the first imperial capital of Pantoraken.
Luo, almost fell under the invasion of the Roman army. It is no exaggeration to say that the sword saint Joseph was the original trigger that led to all the incidents in Great Britain for decades. Today, the traitor sword
Saint Joseph appeared in front of the King of Knights just like this.
"Sure enough, the spirit body last time was the scout sent by you Pantoraken? ------Oh no, Pantoraken has now changed its name to Great Britain."
"You are right, Grandpa." King Arthur lowered his voice and said, "A certain friend of mine has luck that you can't imagine. He controlled the artificial Holy Spirit and found this place. You thought you were most hidden on the other side of the earth.
Can't Great Britain find you in the corner of the world? It's a pity that the Skynet is so vast that it is sparse and not missing."
"I admit, you are quite capable of finding a place like this." The old man took a step forward leisurely: "But King Arthur, you underestimate me, don't you? You alone can defeat me."
Do you want to subdue me?"
"No, you are looking down on me too much, grandpa." The King of Knights said calmly: "Of course I didn't come alone."
He waved his hand, and shadows began to shake around him: "The fact is that this rotten swamp block has been heavily surrounded by the people I brought. There are at least one Knight of the Round Table guarding the four main exits of the rotten swamp block. You have actually been
It’s hard to get the thorn out of the way, grandpa."
"Interesting." The old man smiled calmly.
"Come on -------" the King of Knights hummed: "Where is one of the two holy swords [Storm Watcher] that was stolen by you back then hidden?"
"Huhuhu, it is hidden in a place where you will never find it." The old man sneered and drew his sword. Of course, what he drew was not the Holy Storm Sword, but an ordinary lightsaber. Light.
The purple light blade of the sword shines in the darkness, creating a profound atmosphere.
"Grandpa, at best you plan to continue to resist and are unwilling to tell me more information?" King Arthur also held his sword on guard, and the green light blade of the lightsaber shot out from the hilt, illuminating the darkness: "In that case, I
I can only subdue you and take you back for interrogation slowly."
"Only if you can beat me." Joseph chuckled coldly.
Just when the two were about to fight, someone suddenly lifted the curtain of the water pipe. A thin young man appeared half asleep and looked around: "Hmm...? What's going on, grandpa?"
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"You have nothing to do here, go back and sleep." The old sword master hummed.
"Grandpa, are you fighting with a stranger?" But the boy was not obedient enough. Seeing the two men on guard with swords in front of him, he pretended not to have seen anything and went back to sleep.
"Fighting is bad, grandpa, don't you always say, violence can't solve problems." The boy said vaguely while yawning.
Hearing this, the King of Knights secretly sneered. He really couldn't hold it back. According to the data, Joseph Pantolaken was a brave and skilled swordsman back then, and he had caused countless bloody incidents on the battlefield.
, he can destroy an entire division by himself. It was this cruel swordsman, Joseph, who stole the Storm Watcher used to protect the white holy city of Camelot, leaving Camelot without protection, which led to the final
The ending of it being invaded. A murderous swordsman is actually nurturing the kid in the slums and instilling such peaceful thoughts in such kid. It's really ridiculous.
"Humph, I made you laugh." Of course Joseph noticed that King Arthur was snickering, but he took advantage of this momentary opportunity and took action suddenly!
Strike! A dim and sharp arc of purple light swept towards the throat of the King of Knights!