Trafford’s Trading Club

On the wild road, a black pickup truck was running wildly. novel .

On the bed of the pickup truck, Her Majesty the Queen was curled up in a corner holding Lancelot.

Judas, on the other hand, looked at the two of them expressionlessly... This forced Lancelot to remain in his 'coma' state.

At this time, the sound coming from the distant monastery could be vaguely heard.

Catherine, who was driving, looked at the dark night sky in the rearview mirror from time to time, looking a little absent-minded.

Tip, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly said: "Kitten, do you think the leader will 'transform' this time? Or will he just try to use the power of the Twelve Knights' Holy Armor?"

Catherine frowned and said, "It's best not to do it! Do you think Caesar is made of iron?"

Tipu did not speak and was silent for a long time... He said silently for a while: "I will definitely become the most powerful secret medicine master and refine that secret medicine."

"Kid!"

Catherine mocked coldly, but there was some warmth in her eyes.

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The mist-like blood gradually dispersed, and finally drifted into the cheek of one of the members of [the-fianna]. The cold wetness made him shiver suddenly.

Then, this member of [the-fianna], for some unknown reason, suddenly screamed crazily... He seemed to be stimulated by something!

While shouting crazily, he even kept turning on the various weapons on the 'Dragon Cavalry' armor. Not only was it the big gun he was holding, but the shell-shaped propeller behind it also turned into a weapon.

The split miniature missiles were shot out from the armor of the propeller, spread out in the air, and directly bombarded Caesar. Not only that, he even suddenly pulled out the black gold sword equipped on his leg, and rushed over like this!

[the-fianna] In the control room, the member's portrait on the screen flashed red at this time. The monitoring support staff said in horror: "Number 17, the mental value is abnormal, it has exceeded The alert level is 30%, dangerous situation!"

"Why did it exceed the warning value? Have you adjusted it already?" The Prime Minister raised his hands on the control, and finally let out an angry roar from his surprised mouth.

"It may have been caused by the death of a companion. They trained together and had a deep relationship. So..." The officer next to him had to guess and explain.

"Have deep feelings?" The Prime Minister was already furious, "They don't need feelings at all!!"

Looking back at the angry moment with the officer, the sound of the alarm sounded again on the front console, and the panicked and rapid voices of the support staff were heard.

"Unit No. 5, lost contact! Unit No. 18, lost contact! Unit No. 22, seriously damaged! Unit No. 7... out of control!! Pilot No. 10's mental value warning line is critical... Prime Minister!!"

"how so……"

On the screen, as the 'Dragoons' were being blown up or shot down, the portraits of [the-fianna] members on the other screen quickly turned dim or flashed red. .

The Prime Minister fell down pale and weak, sitting on the chair, and couldn't help but his arms trembled...

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At the monastery, when Caesar was holding a member of [the-fianna] in his hand, and then smashed it directly into the ground... the huge impact even caused the warrior's arm to be torn apart from his body, Of the 23 [the-fianna] warriors, only seven were left.

One of them was even in a state of absent-mindedness. They stood on the ground stupidly, motionless, and had to enter the intelligent system control state of the 'Dragoon'.

"You can't win... You can't win... You can't win... The devil! This is the devil! Ah!"

He suddenly screamed in terror, turned around, and the shell-shaped wings of the propeller behind him instantly spread out, and the erupted air pushed his body directly into the sky, heading towards the huge fighter plane.

Caesar took a deep breath at this time, but took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, held it tightly, and then...exhausted it!

Bang! !

A huge sound broke through the air, and the next moment, the engine of the fighter plane was directly penetrated by the smashed lighter, and an instant explosion occurred!

The huge fighter plane lost control directly, fell down, and hit the member of [the-fianna] who was fleeing in terror!

He watched in horror, and finally the fighter plane hit him directly... and fell to the ground.

Seven people... now only a team of six people is left!

The fighter plane crashed to the ground, destroying a large area of ​​land in front of the monastery, and the brilliance of the roaring flames illuminated the surroundings... At this time, Caesar, in the light of the fire, moved his eyes to another member of [the-fianna] .

One female member.

She stood trembling with her body, holding up the weapon and the gun with both hands, but she couldn't help but the gun body kept shaking, making it impossible to aim. The red light spots kept making perfect circles on Caesar's body.

Moisture... began to spread from the combat uniform under her abdomen, accompanied by a vague heat.

In the end, her legs weakened and she fell to her knees on the ground, "Don't kill me...don't kill me...don't..."

Caesar walked up to the member expressionlessly, his eyes indifferent, "We also...begged for mercy like this before."

He stretched out his palm, put his five fingers together, and waved like this... If nothing happens, the head and body of this female [the-fianna] member will split directly in the next moment!

Swing out!

"No!!!"

The remaining member screamed miserably, but the knife-like arm had already been swung out, and a head flew out, fell to the ground, and rolled away.

When the separated body fell to the ground, the head also stopped rolling... It was stained with dust and plant ash, like a piece of garbage.

I just opened my eyes that I had not yet closed, and stared blankly at the night sky under the stars.

Six people, only five left!

"Retreat...retreat! Retreat!! Retreat...retreat!!!"

"You guys can stay too." Caesar jumped forward and jumped into the night sky, rushing towards one of the remaining five people like a cannonball.

Just as the man closed his eyes in despair, a figure stood in front of him...with his arms crossed, he received Caesar's fist!

He subconsciously opened his eyes, and what he saw was a guy wearing yellow armor and looking like a weird clown... guy!

"It seems like I'm in a hurry." The clown in yellow armor had a captivating arc-shaped smile on his big scarlet lips!

Caesar's jumping impact was not exhausted, so he directly fought with the clown knight in the air.

The fists of both sides were like bullets, spitting out crazily, and the loud noise was heard continuously... In the end, the two of them seemed to fall to the ground equally.

At the same time, a knight wearing dark blue holy armor appeared in front of the female head. I saw him kneeling on the ground, putting his hand on the eyes that had not been closed, and whispered: "I'm sorry that I couldn't appear by your side in time. Although we have never met, I hope your May your soul rest in peace... I am convinced that you must have been a beautiful lady during your lifetime."

He seemed to be praying.

Caesar glanced sideways...then raised his head, and heard a voice coming from the night sky. He saw a helicopter coming slowly. Different from the exaggerated fighter plane, this helicopter was obviously an ordinary model, and it was just an ordinary model of the military.

On the helicopter, several more figures jumped out at this time.

There were burly men with beards, men wearing highway police uniforms, and even guys wearing doctor's robes.

Astonishingly, they were the Twelve Knights of the Round Table who were guarded by knight agencies from various places.

At this time, the man wearing the uniform of the highway police... that is, Mr. Geraint with the name of [geraint] suddenly pursed his lips and asked: "Why did the two guys, the clown and Gareth, take the holy armor so early?" Wearing it...are you afraid of wasting your energy?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's just interest, getting a head start or something?" The young man who looked like a doctor shrugged, and then looked at the few remaining members of [the-fianna], "What are the origins of these guys? It seems that it’s also to save the queen?”

"Maybe it's from the government." The bearded man Tristi frowned and said, "When will the government come up with these things?"

"It doesn't look like much." The clown Dagonite was picking his ears with his fingers and said to the survivors of [the-fianna]: "To avoid trouble, you should hide first. Don't worry, we won't do anything to you. Whatever we do, even if we have to do something, our old man will negotiate with your superiors... Of course, I prefer you to join the melee, because I also want to test the effect of these metal bumps on your body. .”

They... the survivors of [the-fianna] looked at each other in shock at this time. Despite this, the communicators on them still had good signals and were waiting for instructions from the headquarters.

Not only did these five survivors maintain a stable mental state, they were even supported until the end by Caesar's terrifying power... At the headquarters, although the Prime Minister's face was extremely ugly, he also knew the purpose of these unknown survivors, so Without thinking, he ordered them to wait and see what happens, temporarily withdraw from the battlefield, and be prepared to retreat at any time.

"How did those old guys from the Knight Agency find this location? Could it be..." The Prime Minister looked at the people in the control room suspiciously.

This operation was a top-secret operation authorized by him, and it shouldn't be leaked... He had to suspect that someone here had leaked the information to that old guy Pukins, otherwise the Knights of the Round Table, even if they discovered the movement, would There's no way he could have arrived in such a timely manner...

[the-fianna] was almost wiped out, with the appearance of the Knight Agency, and the thought of Pugins watching all this behind his back with a mocking look, the Prime Minister had the feeling that he was threatened by some boring thugs in front of the public a few years ago. , live broadcasting the uncomfortable feeling of pigs!

Of course, the thugs were successfully captured in the end!

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The survivors of [the-fianna] listened to the order, slowly landed, and retreated to the edge of the battlefield, silent.

Caesar did not touch these people anymore, but just looked at Igareth and the Joker.

"The five current members of the Twelve Round Table were dispatched at once. It seems that the Knight Agency really takes me seriously." Caesar adjusted his breathing.

It seemed a little relaxed when facing [the-fianna], entirely because although this group of people possess extremely powerful weapons, they are not powerful individually. At best, their physical fitness is equivalent to that of ordinary orcs, and it is difficult to control those weapons. power.

But these knights are different. They are all elites who have been tempered for thousands of times. Otherwise, they would not be able to inherit the power of the powerful Twelve Round Tables.

"Just in time, it's not too late." Geraint, who was wearing a highway police uniform, twisted his neck at this time, "It's just in time for you to finish your warm-up exercises... Although I don't know who you are, but looking at the situation here, I think you are here too. Not an unknown person, right?"

"[Oberon], that's what you should call me in your information." Caesar's voice was low.

"Are you the leader of the 'Doomsday Myth'?" Gareth suddenly frowned.

Mr. Clown whistled, "Oh! I won the prize, you're lucky."

"It's indeed good luck." Caesar smiled slightly at this time, "My blood just happened to become warmer. As mentioned...the warm-up exercises are almost completed."

Several members of the Twelve Round Table looked at each other, and the young man who looked like a doctor suddenly said: "Which one of you is coming? Attacking is not the spirit of knightly belief."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to take two steps back, but his eyes were quietly looking at the monastery behind Caesar... Obviously, rather than dealing with the leader of the doomsday myth, he was more looking for opportunities to enter the monastery to find out.

After all, the most important thing in the mission was to rescue the hostages... The shadow slowly stretched behind him, then broke away, turning into the vague appearance of a shadow person, and then quietly flashed into the night.

"Is being sneaky the spirit of chivalry?"

Unexpectedly, Caesar waved his hand and punched the man, and the shadow man was blasted out of existence about ten meters away!

The doctor waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a bright smile: "It's very impressive."

"If you don't take action, then I won't be polite." Mr. Clown's big smile appeared, and with a flick of his hands, eight flying knives were shot out at the same time!

The speed of this flying knife is not much slower than the speed of light fired by the weapons on the 'Dragon Cavalry'. At this time, Caesar obviously has no intention of hard-hitting or firing directly like before.

I saw him staggering his body, dodging through the gaps of the flying knives like a dance... But the clown's attack could not be so powerful, he himself had already stepped forward!

The clown, who is said to be the strongest physically at the current Twelve Round Tables, apparently felt that the opponent was also the most powerful guy in the fight a minute ago, so he also had the idea of ​​​​competing strength.

That kind of battle in which fists were thrown at each other like bullets, causing waves to roll around, and the ground to crack with every punch and kick, undoubtedly hit the few members of [the-fianna] on the edge.

"Are we... just going to surpass this group of people?"

"Knight Mechanism..."

"It's just one person who is inseparable from this devil..."

Ignoring the reactions of this group of survivors.

Geraint was slightly surprised and said: "This is the first time I've seen it. This guy has almost the same power as the clown. The clown's body is at the level of pervert, which is really surprising. No wonder we have the courage to To cause trouble within the country... I’m also a little itchy.”

Gareth smiled bitterly in his heart, that's because you haven't seen the guy in the island prison... The clown didn't even receive a punch, and just lay on the ground unconscious.

Suddenly, the fight between Caesar and the Joker separated again... It seemed that both sides were unable to defeat the other.

The clown suddenly changed into a crying face, but his expression was ecstatic, "What an interesting opponent...make me even happier!"

"The crazier you are, the more powerful you will be. Rather than being a just knight, you are more like a crazy knight." Caesar shook his head, "I have no interest in fighting you to the death."

"Are you planning to escape?"

At some point, Geraint, the doctor, and Tristi had already moved to three different places behind Caesar, blocking his possible escape route.

After seeing the power of Caesar, who could be a tough guy and a clown who had already put on the holy armor, they did not rely on it, and at this time they had already put on their own holy armor at the same time.

Caesar lowered his hands at this time and exhaled slowly. At the same time, he faced the five twelve round tables without fear, "Then give it a try...the power of the so-called holy armor."

"I'll give you a surprise." The clown narrowed his eyes at this time. Just when he was about to take action... when he threw the flying knife, his body suddenly froze in place!

A strange feeling came from his holy armor at this time... Not only him, but the other four twelve round tables also felt this strange feeling at this time.

Their eyes couldn't help but shrink, looking in disbelief at the fluctuations emanating from Caesar...the fluctuations of the holy armor!

The inheritance power of the Twelve Round Tables actually resonated at this time!

A black-purple light flashed across Caesar's body at this moment... But in an instant, a black armor covered Caesar's body! !

“lanelotdulake…”

“Also, ‘Indestructible Lake Light’?!!”

Gareth murmured to himself, "How is this possible..."

Caesar waved the 'Indestructible Lake Light' in his hand, and the sword wind tore through the air at this moment, directly tearing a large hole tens of meters long on the ground.

"Come... Knights of the Round Table." Caesar said softly.

Mr. Clown's head was buzzing at this time, and he finally realized what the leader of the doomsday myth really meant when he said, "Try the power of the holy armor."

He felt that a voice sounded in his head at the same time.

It's like asking him: Are you surprised or surprised? ——

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