I Will Rewrite Your Fate

"........."

Opening his eyes, the knight leader's pupils showed nostalgia, but it immediately turned into resolute and hostile: "Sure enough, when Britain is in trouble, you will come back anyway."

"My friend, William Orville."

"But, what's the point of your coming back now?" The knight leader said faintly as if he was trying to mock the water behind him, and as if he was mocking himself.

"Even if you return to this UK, you will not be able to change the situation in this country at all."

"........."

The water behind did not answer the question of the chief of the knight, but silently raised the huge sword in his hand that was more than three meters away and pointed it at the opponent.

"It turns out that it's not that you can't help but change, it's a question of whether you want to do it. Indeed, you have done what we couldn't do. However, you are now in the way of the UK."

Raising the cross sword in his hand, he began to pour magic power into it. In the next moment, countless black and red bubbles came out, completely enveloping the silver-white body of the cross sword.

In the end, the original long sword turned into a hideous giant sword full of barbeds. If it is based on the size and length, it is not too far from the weapon in the hands of the water behind.

"Frenting..."

The water behind recognized the weapon in the knight commander's hand at a glance, and a dignified look appeared in his calm pupils.

Frenting is a vicious spirit outfit with the same name as the magic sword in the hands of the ancient English mythical figure Beowulf. In the legend, Frenting is tempered from the blood of the beheaded enemy. Every time you kill the enemy that blocks you, it will absorb the blood to increase the strength and sharpness of the sword.

The spirit outfits and magic of the forbidden world are concepts refined from history. Therefore, the effect of Frenting in the hands of the knight leader is exactly the same as the effect of the magic sword in Beowulf's hands.

But on top of this, the knight commander improved it. It was no longer the enemy's blood that tempered Freding, but replaced the blood with the angelic power provided by Katina. Compressed and sealed a large amount of angel power, thus forming this magic sword Frenting.

So in terms of destructive power, the Frentin in the hands of the knight commander at this time is probably stronger than the one in Beowulf's hands.

"If you thought that I would still be knocked down by you as easily as ten years ago, then you would be very wrong, William." The knight commander held the hilt with both hands and looked calm, "Give it again. You have a chance, William."

"Put down the sword in your hand and leave England. Or together with the sword in your hand, become the dust under the British soil."

"When did you talk so much nonsense before the battle? My dear friend."

The water behind also clenched the blue-and-white giant sword in his hand, and calmly replied: "Aren't you supposed to defeat me as soon as possible and stop that man from approaching Buckingham Palace?"

"Or, from the bottom of your heart, you actually don't agree with Guy Lisa's approach, so you subconsciously released the water and gave them the opportunity to break in? When did you become so naive?"

"A weak sword cannot defeat me."

"...Hahahahaha, sure enough you haven't changed, William." After a moment of silence, the knight leader laughed: "He attacked upright, and then won upright, never attacking the enemy's weaknesses. "

"Indeed, since I have decided to support Her Royal Highness Guy Lisa, then this path should be carried through to the end. Thank you, my friend. Now there is no confusion in my heart."

"So....."

The right foot stepped forward slightly and plunged into the concrete ground. The water behind strengthened the body and the powerful force in the body began to rotate like gears that bite each other.

"Go to war."

The two people who were close friends said these three words at the same time. In an instant, the speed of the two of them directly exceeded the speed of sound, and the blue and white giantsword and Frenting collided fiercely.

"boom!!!!!"

Like a meteorite falling, the concrete floor was crushed to pieces by the wind, and the strong wind directly broke the glass several kilometers away from the main battlefield. Like a bomb exploded, the clanging sound of swords and swords resounded in every corner of Westminster.

Of course, it also came to the ears of a man and a woman in the truck that was rapidly approaching Buckingham Palace.

"This is....."

When she heard this voice, Virian suddenly felt a twitch in her heart, as if she was about to lose something important. She only had this feeling once.

When I learned that William Orwell had betrayed the country and joined the Roman Orthodox Church.

"William..."

"Huh? Did you say something? Master Vilian." Intiqs tilted her head: "Is it motion sickness? If that's the case, I can teach you magic tricks to prevent motion sickness."

"...No, I'm fine. Thank you, Inticus."

Virian smiled softly, then her expression became firm. At this critical time, what are you still thinking about? That man.... That man has left England. Isn't this something that I already knew?

"The feeling of a woman... is really scary."

With the corner of his eye, he glanced at Vilian in the passenger seat, and Xie Ming couldn't help but sigh. Others don’t know, don’t he know yet? The loud noise from the front is the movement of the water in the rear fighting against the knight leader.

But this third prince can guess it just by feeling, is it right now to say, this is love?

Xie Ming didn't feel much dislike for the water in the rear, nor could he like it. The cause and effect between him and the water behind him was over after he drove the water behind him to death.

It's dead, so it's a hundred. If he survived, Xie Ming wouldn't be able to cut the roots. But if you can't save it at this time, it's even more reckless.

The battle ahead, in fact, already had the result at the moment it started. Even if he didn't solve the entanglement in his happiness, the knight commander at this time could not be resisted by the water behind him.

If the angelic power of each knight is only two thousandths of the total amount of orthodox Katina, then the angelic power of the knight chief has a full one-tenth of the total.

One-tenth of the strength of the archangel level, even if the water behind it is in its heyday, it cannot be defeated. What's more, the injuries on his body have not healed at all.

The power of Spartan that Xie Ming penetrated into his body has been corroding and wearing the power of the saint in the water behind him until now. This kind of water in the rear, what to do to win, the knight commander who has no hesitation in his body and spirit?

Having said that, he was very puzzled as to why the water from the rear would join this battlefield. In order to see your good friends? Or is it to meet your lover?

No matter what the reason, since the water in the rear chose to take this muddy water, then he must take responsibility for his actions. Whether it is dead or alive, it depends on whether the heavens will accept his life. Anyway, Xie Ming doesn't matter.

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