Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 303 Can the King of the Past Control the Present?
The royal city has already landed, but the knights still did not move.

The previous eagerness disappeared when Wangcheng really fell in front of them, and was replaced by an unreal sense of illusion.

The city walls with battle wounds were not fake, but it was this real scene that gave them an unbelievable sense of illusion.

They did not push the closed door of the royal city, but stood in front of the door with apprehension.

For a while, they failed to digest this sudden surprise, they were looking forward to the surprise for a thousand years.

If we go in, what will we see?
Is this the last burial place of King Arthur?Can they find Wang Anxi's coffin?What they can do and what they need to do, these thoughts are constantly circling and circling in their hearts, and they have not landed for a long time.

It is obvious that most of the people here are old people who are no longer young, and they are not children who are not indifferent to the world, but they all stopped at this important juncture, and they were dragged forward by the constantly surging thoughts in their hearts, and they couldn't believe it. Everything that appeared in front of my eyes really appeared.

It may be 10 minutes, or it may be a century. After long thinking and suffering, someone took a step forward.

"Let's go in, regardless of whether we can meet in the end, we."

The old man's voice came to an abrupt end, because the battle-damaged door in front of them was pushed open from the inside to the outside, making a slightly harsh friction sound.

An indescribable smell gushed out from the crack of the door, it was a disgusting smell mixed with decaying blood and some kind of stench.

There was only a soft sound in unison, and the two knight swords were unsheathed in an instant. The sharpness of the blades reached the position where the castle gate was. Heart blowing on a layer of frost called 'vigilance'.

No one thought that King Arthur, who died thousands of years ago, was still alive. There could be no living things in the castle where their king was probably buried.

But the door opened, and they heard a slight abnormal sound hidden in the noise of the door opening. It was the sound of living creatures, footsteps, and others.

Just as they were concentrating and holding their breath, the door that was pushed open a little gap stopped moving, but then there was a human voice from behind the door that almost made their hearts stop.

"It doesn't matter if I dismantle this door?"

There was no magical blessing left on the broken wooden door. It looked thick and solid, but it was actually rotten. Ron didn't even dare to use too much force, otherwise the door would have to be smashed by him.

"The castle is yours now."

King Arthur opened his mouth indifferently. Anyway, he is just a fragment that wanders around the world and will return soon, not even a ghost. Before, he might care about the face of the king city, but now, it doesn't matter anymore.

"That's good."

"boom!"

With a bang, the gate of the castle, which was almost ten meters high and half a meter thick, was kicked by Ron into four irregular pieces, and shot out violently.

"stop!"

There was a sharp shout from outside the gate, and the sound of armor rubbing stopped instantly. Although there was only one word, the sound was very familiar to Ron.

"Grandpa Bear Ryder!"

Ron's body got out from behind the other half of the unbroken door. He recognized the owner who had just stopped, but as soon as he came out, he paused a little stiffly.

"Why are there so many people?"

"Aren't you the only Knights of the Round Table left?"

"Why are you here?"

Bell Ryder didn't answer Ron's question, he asked in confusion, "Didn't you go to the Trifinals?"

"Come out and upgrade, let's update the equipment." Ron waved his hand indifferently, this thing is too troublesome to explain.

"All of them?" Ron pointed to the knights who were tense behind Belred.

"The Knights of the Round Table have never disappeared, and I am not the only one. The Order of Merlin is just a coat. Didn't you guess it before?"

Bell Ryder squinted his eyes. He began to wonder if the guy in front of him was Ron. After all, those dazzling golden pupils were not eyes that humans would have, and the oppression emanating from Ron's body made his eyelids twitch slightly. .

"I just didn't expect there to be so many. I thought the Sir Merlin Corps were just the seven old grandpas."

"By the way, let me introduce someone seriously to you."

Ron jumped to the side, so frightened that Bell Ryder's hand holding the sword almost failed to hold back the movement of the forward cut.

"Arthur Pendragon, my ancestor, your King Arthur."

"If it's a fake replacement."

A person took the first step from behind the decayed gate, and then that strong and straight figure was revealed in front of the people. The breeze blew his red hair, but it couldn't blow away the inexplicable power solidified on him.

Ron's heartless and daring thing can be ignored in the slightest, but the riders who are normal people are instantly shocked by this indescribable momentum.

The whispers in the dark are telling them that this is the great king they have sworn allegiance to for generations and are willing to dedicate all their loyalty and faith.

The hands holding the swords of the riders couldn't help but relax a bit, because the person who came was so similar, but too unreal.

"Who are you?"

Belred clenched the sharp blade in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a cold voice.

"It's really me, Grandpa Bear Ryder."

Ron sighed, after all, if he hadn't walked the whole journey himself, he wouldn't have believed it to be true.

"We once killed Asmodeus together, with Professor Dumbledore and Uncle Zhang present."

Knowing that words alone cannot be completely convincing, Ron drew out the saber at his waist. Only then did people notice the sharp blade that was exactly as recorded in the legend.

The golden hilt was gripped tightly, and the ruby ​​inlaid on it flashed a stream of light, and Ron spoke the chant of liberation.

"Excalibur."

The indestructible lake light trembled with excitement.

The old knight put down the knight sword in his hand, and after Ron restrained the platinum brilliance in his hand, he stepped forward with the agility not like an old man.

He stopped four or five meters in front of the tall red-haired figure, not daring to move forward, staring in disbelief at the face that had been frozen for thousands of years.

Then he lowered his head and knelt down on one knee trembling with the blade thrust into the ground.

He saw King Arthur's broken golden sword pinned to his waist, and the inscription on it gleamed dazzlingly in the sun.

"The current number one knight of the Knights of the Round Table, Bel Ryder, welcomes my king back."

Tears of excitement flowed across Bell Ryder's aging cheeks. Behind him, the Knights of the Round Table knelt down on one knee and offered their undying loyalty to the returning king for thousands of years.

"Congratulations to the return of my king!"

King Arthur silently looked at the strange but familiar scene in front of him.

He pursed his lips and fell into silence. His lake-blue eyes flicked over every knight, but he was also staring, observing carefully, and appreciating.

"I am back."

He opened his mouth lightly, but the corner of his mouth was a smile that couldn't be concealed, an uncontrollable satisfaction, endless pride and pride filled his empty chest that had lost his heart.

"You are my proudest knights, whether ever or now."

King Arthur's voice gradually lowered. He had a lot to say, but when he got to his mouth, he found that the satisfaction overflowing in his heart from the assassin couldn't be expressed in words.

"Thank you child."

He patted Ron's head and smiled at him, but then turned to look at his knights.

"Get up, after all, I am already a person from the past."

"I'm back, but it's undeniable that I died a long, long time ago, and now all you see is a gatekeeper who needs to stay in the world to watch over a guy."

"Thanks to Ron, my current mission has also been successfully completed. Although I shouldn't have stayed in this world for a long time, I am really happy to see you all. I am already very satisfied."

"I can't repay your loyalty. I owe you too much."

"Bell Ryder, you are a descendant of Lord Lancelot, right? Ron told me something about you."

The old knight trembled all over, he raised his head tremblingly, and then saw the broken golden sword stretched out towards him and placed it on his shoulder.

"That was a serious misunderstanding. The detailed past should be rotted in history. Maybe I should have said it earlier, but at that time I didn't have a chance and I didn't have time."

"I have never blamed Lancelot, he will always be my most trusted brother, my number one knight."

"If Merlin failed to convince him when he conveyed it on his behalf, then remember what I said now."

The golden sword pressed down slightly, but the old knight raised his tearful face. His red eyes met King Arthur's blue eyes, and what he saw was a thorough sincerity.

"My king!"

An old man left the queue and came to the place behind Bell Ryder, and said with a flush of excitement:
"Can you rebuild the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain?"

"This is our lifetime long-cherished wish and now you are back!"

King Arthur was taken aback by this question, but a strange cry attracted everyone's attention.

Kingsley's strong arms supported the heavy body of a fat man with soft legs.

When seeing Scrimgeour's embarrassing retreat, Fudge stepped forward with the mentality of 'I'm the minister and they dare not do anything to me', ready to gain a wave of reputation, and fell on his reliable bodyguard Kings in a daze. Lay's body.

"It's over. It's over, it's over, it's over."

Fudge thought about it, and fell into a kind of bewilderment that others didn't understand.

"How could they...could do this."

"I am the Minister of Magic."

"I"

(End of this chapter)