The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

After regaining her composure, Carissa rubbed her head and said with a very headache.

"Katina's orthodox manufacturing blueprints must be lost. Since the demon god copied the coded runes, there is a high possibility that the other party can interpret the runes."

The leader of the Knights was silent for a while, and said with a serious face.

"What a mistake, the other party had already indicated that he could understand the code at yesterday's meeting, if at that time..."

Carissa sneered, interrupting the Knight Leader's fantasy.

"There are no ifs, even if the coup was launched early at that time, without Katina's orthodoxy, the end of the early launch is to let my heroic mother solve all the high-ranking knights within 30 minutes."

"I understand." The knight leader sighed lightly, then shifted his gaze to Kailisa's face, and said in a calm tone. "Then, how to solve the matter of the code mural."

"Let Donald instruct the knights to cooperate with that man's actions. If possible, try to make him copy slowly."

The corners of Carissa's mouth twitched. If possible, she really wanted to hold Katina Orthodox, and cut Yu's fingers with that blunt, thick blade. However, this was impossible.

Even with the addition of Katina's sword and the power of "Godlike" Michael, recalling that silver-haired figure, there is still a sense of powerlessness in his body and mind.

...The existence called "Demon God" is a disaster that human beings cannot match.

Knowing this, Kailisa could only swallow her anger, even if Yu teased her earlier, she could only prevaricate it in a soft voice, and did not lose her temper at the communicator until she hung up the phone.

When did she, Elizabeth Duze Kailisa, suffer this kind of grievance? If she couldn't really beat her, she would have rushed back to kill people with Katina.

"I understand." Knight leader nodded, he understood Carissa's intention.

In the face of an unrivaled demon god, let the opponent stay in Buckingham Palace as long as he likes, try to keep the opponent out of their plans as much as possible, and the chessboard of the province is directly overturned by that existence.

This is the same as facing a natural disaster such as a typhoon. Try to save yourself and minimize losses. Apart from paying close attention to the other party, do nothing else, or... you can't do anything.

Kellysa who regained her composure glanced at the three women beside her, paused her gaze on Villian, then turned her head, and said to the Knight Leader.

"Let the members of the Cavaliers from all over the place strengthen the occupation of the target, consolidate the foundation, and gather the rest of the force at Windsor Castle. Be sure to capture the Queen and the Supreme Bishop there, and imprison them in Impeton Prison. If the Queen shows signs of resistance if……"

Speaking of this, Kailisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they were already filled with bone-chilling coldness.

"... If you resist, you will be killed!"

Hearing these words, Vilian's pupils shrank, and she covered her face in pain.

The head of the knight group was silent for a while, then nodded, holding the knight sword in his hand, and quickly walked out of the European tunnel. He was going to the carriage in front of the tunnel.

Looking at the back of the head of the Knights going away, Kailisa clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, and murmured with absent-minded eyes. "...I hope you can understand a little bit, mother."

...

Exit of an underground station in downtown London.

The once bustling capital is now deserted.

White plastic bags fluttered in the breeze, and occasionally trampled leather shoes and spots of dark red blood remained on the asphalt road.

Ambulance lights shone on the ground.

From time to time there were wounded knights, and when some attacks were launched, citizens who were trampled and injured in the chaos were carried into ambulances.

The most sent to the ambulance, or Puritan nuns and priests.

These people were all the losers who were unfortunately defeated by the knights in the retreat. There were a lot of people, but there were very few dead.

There is only one reason for this casualty rate. The knights who have obtained the rank of angels have reached the point where they can subdue the other party at will without killing the Puritans.

And the reason for this is simple.

The order given by the high-level knights is to let these knights try their best to capture the Puritans and members of the royal family while maintaining the results of the battle. These subordinate knights are just completing the task.

In fact, in the view of the senior members of the Cavaliers, rather than letting these magicians die tragically at the hands of their own family members, it is better to send them to the battlefield and add more trouble to those French Gallic chickens.

As for whether the mages will get cold feet and turn against each other, the high-level knights who have backhands don't have to worry about it at all.

"The first team quickly cleaned up the streets of Xicheng District. The third team put restraints on these defeated people. Remember to use the sleep technique. Don't blame me if you resist and get injured."

Rough shouts sounded in the silent street.

Accompanied by the sound, residents on both sides of the street secretly opened their windows, glanced at the knights on the road, and quickly closed the doors and windows after being caught peeping, for fear of being shot dead by these rioters who seemed to have come out of the Middle Ages.

In an alley not far from the subway station, Steele lighted a cigarette for himself leisurely and gracefully.

The knight who was chasing before had been thrown off and knocked down by him long ago, and before fleeing, he had already seen Shirley safely converging with the Puritan and lurking behind her.

Before they dispersed, the two waved their hands jokingly, obviously not embarrassed by the embarrassing incident on the way to escape just now.

"This subway station is indeed occupied. This is really bad. The whole of London is controlled by knights. Even if it can be hidden in the sewers, if you want to leave London and enter the countryside, you will probably lose a lot of people."

Stiyl frowned and muttered. And beside his ear, the earring piercing the earlobe was exuding a faint wave of magic power, transmitting his words to the hiding place of the Puritan sect.

"Let me calculate the siege network? You are really embarrassing, but now, a temporary base is indeed needed, otherwise the logistics will be in big trouble."

Stiyl grumbled, then turned his head, intending to turn to the suburbs of London through the alley.

And at this moment, Stiyl quickly hid behind the air-conditioning box on the side, watching the alley he was in vigilantly.

In the alley less than 30 meters away from Steele, there are a total of 3 alleys crossing this alley, and after passing through the 3 alleys crossing the alley, there is another main road.

And in the alley closest to the other main road, several figures wearing white hoods gradually walked to the junction of the alley, looking at the members of the Knights on the other main road.

Looking at the unidentified persons, Stiyl stubbed out his cigarette and his face became serious.

"This area was arranged to investigate, but I'm the only Puritan, so it's a bit fun."

Chapter 307 The Chicken Eaters Are Arrested on the Spot

London is a city with serious air pollution. This has not changed much until modern times, after the ban on heavy industry.

In this city, no matter what the weather forecast says, umbrellas and masks are necessary. The former can prevent you from getting wet, and the latter can avoid heavy metal particles diffused in foggy days.

And today, September 23, heavy fog and drizzle came to this ancient city hand in hand, and the neon lights of shop signs gradually dimmed, because they were all blocked by the gradually spreading fog.

"This weather is really timely." A hoarse female voice sounded in the alley.

The one who spoke was a slender woman in a white down jacket and trousers, with a white hood on her head and white gloves on her palms.

Except for the dull golden hair hanging from the hood, she didn't show any easily identifiable features.

The blonde woman was leaning on the gray wall that formed the alley, her raised right leg kicked against the wall from time to time, as if she was waiting for something.

"Is it foggy? It's really good news."