Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1296 Riots in the City (4)

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

On the back of the pickup truck, Her Majesty was curled up in a corner with Lancelot in her arms.

And Judas looked at the two of them blankly... This made Lancelot have to keep himself in a 'coma' state.

At this time, the sound from the monastery that had gone away could be faintly heard.

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

Tip, who was in the passenger seat, suddenly said, "Little cat, do you think the leader will 'transform' this time? Or will he just try to use the power of the holy armor of the twelve knights?"

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

Tip did not speak, and was silent for a long time... After a while, he said silently: "I will definitely become the most powerful pharmacist and refine that kind of elixir."

"Little devil!"

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

……

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

Afterwards, this [The-Fianna] member, for some unknown reason, suddenly yelled crazily... He seemed to have been stimulated by something!
While yelling frantically, he even kept turning on various weapons on the 'Dragoon's' armor - not only the big gun he was holding, but also the shell-shaped propeller on the back, which also turned into weapons at this time.

The split miniature parent-child missiles shot out from the armor of the propeller, spread out in the air, and directly bombed Caesar's body--not only that, he even pulled out the black gold sword equipped on his leg suddenly, and rushed to kill the past like this!
[The-Fianna] In the control room, the profile picture of this member on the screen also flashed red light at this time, and the support staff who was monitoring said in horror at this time: "Number 17, the mental value is abnormal, it has exceeded Alert value 30%, dangerous state!"

"How could it exceed the warning value? Have you adjusted it?" The Prime Minister pressed the controls with both hands, and finally roared angrily from his surprised mouth.

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

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

Looking back at the moment of anger with the officer, the sound of the alarm sounded again on the front console, as well as the terrified and rapid voices of the support staff.

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

"how so……"

On the screen, as one of the 'Dragoons' was blown up or shot down, the portraits of [The-Fianna] members on the other screen also quickly turned dim or flashed red .

The Prime Minister slumped down pale and weak, and sat on the chair, his arms trembling uncontrollably...

……

At the monastery, when Caesar was holding a [The-Fianna] member in his hand, and then slammed it directly into the ground... The huge impact even caused the soldier's arm to be torn apart from the body, Of the 23 [The-Fianna] fighters, there are only seven left.

One of them was even in an absent-minded state. They stood on the ground stupidly, motionless, and had no choice but to enter the intelligent system control state of the 'Dragon Cavalry'.

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

He suddenly yelled in horror, and when he turned around, the shell-shaped wings of the propeller behind him spread out instantly, and the erupted airflow pushed his body directly into the sky, heading towards the huge fighter.

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

Bang-! !

There was a huge sound of breaking through the air, and in the next moment, the engine of the fighter plane was directly pierced by the thrown lighter, and an instant explosion occurred!
The huge fighter plane lost control and fell like this, hitting the [The-Fianna] member who was fleeing in panic head-on!
He watched in horror, and finally the fighter plane directly hit him... and fell into the ground.

Seven people... Now there are only six people left!
The fighter plane that fell to the ground destroyed a large piece of land in front of the monastery, and the brilliance of the roaring flames shone around... At this time, Caesar moved his eyes to another [The-Fianna] member in the midst of the flames .

a female member.

She stood there trembling, holding up the big gun with both hands, but the body of the gun couldn't help shaking, and she couldn't aim at all. The red light spots kept drawing regular circles on Caesar's body.

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

In the end, her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, "Don't kill me...don't kill me...don't..."

Caesar walked up to this member with a blank expression, his eyes were indifferent, "We, at the beginning, also...begged for mercy like this."

He stretched out his palm, put his five fingers together, and swung it like this... If there is no accident, the head and body of this female [The-Fianna] member will be split apart in the next instant!
wave!

"Do not--!!!"

The remaining member yelled mournfully, but the knife-like arm had already been swung out, and a head flew out at this moment, fell to the ground, and rolled away.

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

He just opened his eyes, which he hadn't had time to close, and stared blankly at the night sky under the stars.

Six people, only five people left!

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

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

Just as this man closed his eyes in despair, a figure stood in front of him... With arms crossed, he received Caesar's fist!
He opened his eyes subconsciously, but what he saw was a strange clown-looking guy in a yellow armor... Guy!
"It seems to be an endgame." The clown in the yellow armor now cracked a piercing arc-shaped smile on his big scarlet lips!
Caesar's jumping impact was endless, so he directly fought the clown knight in the air.

The fists of both sides were like bullets, spit out crazily, and only heard the loud noise... In the end, the two fell to the ground as if they were evenly matched.

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 on one knee, put his hand on the eyes that were not closed, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I couldn't appear by your side in time. Although we have never met, I hope your Your soul can rest in peace...I firmly believe that you must have been a beautiful lady during your lifetime."

He seemed to be praying.

Caesar glanced sideways... Then he raised his head, the voice came from the night sky, and he saw the helicopter approaching slowly—different from the exaggerated fighter plane, this helicopter obviously needs to be obtained commonly, and it is only an ordinary model of the military.

On the helicopter, several figures jumped down at this time.

There were bearded men, men in highway police uniforms, and even guys in doctor's gowns.

They are the Twelve Knights of the Round Table who are in charge of guarding the Knights of various places.

At this time, the man in the uniform of the road police...that is, Mr. Geraint who has the name [Geraint] suddenly pouted and asked: "The clown and Gareth, why did you put the holy armor on so early?" Wearing... aren't you afraid of wasting energy?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's an interest, something like a head start?" The doctor-looking young man shrugged, and then looked at the few remaining [The-Fianna] members, "These guys, what is their origin? It seems that it is also to save the Queen?"

"Maybe someone from the government." The bearded man Tresti frowned and said, "When will the government get these things out?"

"It doesn't look like it." The clown Dagonit said to the survivors of [The-Fianna] with his fingers in his ears at this time: "To avoid trouble, you should hide first. Don't worry, we won't treat you What to do, even if you want to do something, it is our old man who negotiates 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 dismay. Even so, the communicators on their bodies still had a good signal, and they were waiting for instructions from the headquarters.

These five survivors not only maintained a stable state of mind, they were even supported by Caesar's terrifying power to the end... At the headquarters, although the Prime Minister's face was extremely ugly, he also knew what the unknown survivors wanted, so Without thinking about it, he ordered them to wait and see what happened, temporarily withdraw from the battlefield, and be prepared to retreat at any time.

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

This operation is a top-secret operation authorized by him, so it shouldn't be leaked... He has to suspect that someone here has leaked the news to that old guy Pukins, otherwise, even if the knights of the round table find out about the movement, Impossible to arrive in such a timely manner...

[The-Fianna] The group was almost destroyed, the appearance of the knight mechanism, and the mocking eyes of Pukins watching all this from behind, the Prime Minister has a feeling that he was threatened by some boring thugs a few years ago to face the public , The uncomfortable feeling of live streaming Japanese pigs!

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

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

Caesar didn't move these people anymore, but just looked at Egareth and the clown.

"The five incumbent Twelve Round Tables were dispatched at one time. It seems that the knight organization really values ​​me." Caesar adjusted his breathing.

When facing [The-Fianna], it seemed a little relaxed. It was entirely because although this group of people had powerful weapons, they were not physically strong. At best, their physical fitness was comparable to ordinary orcs, and it was difficult to control those weapons. power.

But these knights are different. They are all elites who have been honed over thousands of years, otherwise they would not be able to inherit the power of the powerful Twelve Round Table.

"Just in time, it's not too late." Geraint, who was wearing a highway police uniform, twisted his neck at this moment, "It's too late 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 might as well Isn't he an unknown person?"

"[Oberon], that's how you should call me in your information." Caesar said in a low voice.

"You are the leader of the 'Doomsday Myth'?" Gareth frowned suddenly.

Mr. Clown whistled, "Oh! I won the lottery, good luck."

"It's really lucky." Caesar smiled slightly at this time, "It just so happened that my blood also became hot. As I said... the warm-up exercise is almost finished."

Several Twelve Round Tables looked at each other, and the young man who looked like a doctor suddenly said, "Who are you coming? Siege is not the spirit of knightly belief."

As he said that, he took the initiative to take two steps back, but his eyes were quietly looking at the monastery behind Caesar... Apparently, he was looking for an opportunity to enter the monastery to find out more than dealing with the leader of the doomsday myth.

After all, the most important task is to rescue the hostages... The shadow stretched slowly behind his back, and then broke away, turning into a vague figure of a shadow man, and then quietly flashed into the night.

"Is being sneaky the spirit of a knight?"

Unexpectedly, Caesar waved a punch at this time, and the shadow man was blasted and disappeared at a distance of about ten meters!

The doctor waved his hands as if nothing had happened, and said with a bright smile, "It's amazing."

"If you don't make a move, then I'll be impolite." Mr. Clown's big smile appeared, and with a flick of his hands, eight throwing knives were shot out at the same time!

The speed of this throwing knife is not much slower than the speed of light fired by the weapons on the 'Dragon Cavalry' - and at this time, Caesar obviously did not intend to hard-block or open directly like before.

I saw him staggering his body, dodging through the gap of the throwing knife like dancing... But how can the clown's attack be so big, he himself has already bullied him!

The current clown who claims to be the strongest physically at the Twelve Round Table, obviously felt that the opponent was also a guy with a strong body in the match a minute ago, so he also had the idea of ​​competing in strength.

That kind of fight where fists poured into each other like bullets, causing waves to roll around, and the ground could be broken 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, and it's inseparable from this demon..."

The reaction of these survivors was ignored.

Geraint was a little surprised and said: "This is the first time I've seen it. This guy is actually about the same strength as the clown. It's really surprising that the clown's body is at the perverted level. No wonder there is courage in our body." Making troubles in the country... I also feel a little itchy."

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

Suddenly, the fight between Caesar and the Joker broke down again... It seems that neither of them can win the other side.

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

"The crazier you are, the stronger your power will be. Rather than a just knight, you might as well be a mad knight." Caesar shook his head, "I'm not interested in fighting you hard."

"Are you going to run away?"

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

After seeing the physical strength of the clown who has put on the holy armor that Caesar can be a tough guy, they didn't hold back, and they had already put on their own holy armor at the same time.

At this time, Caesar lowered his hands, exhaled slowly, and faced the five round tables of twelve at the same time, but he had no fear on his face, "Then try it...the power of the so-called holy armor."

"It will surprise you." The clown narrowed his eyes at this moment, and when he was about to make a move... when he threw the throwing 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 members of the Twelve Round Table also felt this strange feeling at this time.

They couldn't help shrinking their eyes, looking at the fluctuations emanating from Caesar's body in disbelief...the fluctuations of the holy armor!
The power of inheritance of the Twelve Round Table 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 whole body! !
"Lancelot Du Lake..."

"Also, 'Lake of Indestructibility'?!!"

Gareth muttered to himself, "This, how is it possible..."

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

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

Mr. Clown's head was buzzing at this time, and he finally realized the true meaning of the so-called "try the power of the holy armor" that the leader of the doomsday myth said.

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

It's like asking him: Are you surprised, are you surprised?

(End of this chapter)