The figure was running rapidly in the street.

Although he was moving at high speed, Bedivere was still communicating in a timely manner with the two pavilion elders who were still intact, and hurriedly discussed what had happened.

But he quickly stopped because he sensed a large number of active magic sources.

Even more directly, he saw a group of guys wearing black robes, their faces covered, walking quickly.

With such a weird lineup, Knight Bedivere naturally couldn't turn a blind eye. He rushed directly in front of these guys and blocked their way.

I have something to ask you!"

Among the group of men in black cloaks, one person slowly walked out... This man slowly lifted the hat on his head in front of Knight Bedivere.

I saw Bedivere opening his mouth slightly at this time, and said in shock: "Is it you... Gareth? What are you?"

"This is a bit long to say..." Mr. Gareth said seriously at this time: "Follow me, I'll tell you on the way."

"Where to go?" Bedivere raised his brows suddenly. A tragedy had just occurred at the headquarters of the Knights of Twist Agency, but at this moment Gareth... This couldn't help but make him wary.

"I know you must be doubting me, but..." Gareth smiled bitterly: "Just like when I first heard about it, it was... hard for me to imagine or even believe it."

"Who are they?" Bedivere frowned again.

"I, Ace... am one of the four deacons in the Secretariat Tower of the Magicians Association." The man with a light bird on his shoulder said slowly.

"From the Magicians Association..." Bedivere opened his mouth in surprise, then pondered for a moment before looking at Gareth: "Where...are you going to take me?"

"Let's talk on the way..."

…

…

They finally entered the church.

When the door opened, what could be seen was Her Majesty the Queen with shackled hands.

She was watched over by Catherine, sitting on a chair and waiting. Meanwhile, Lancelot collapsed on the ground, motionless.

"What happened?" Caesar asked with a frown.

"This old woman seems a little dishonest. To be honest, I have long said that she should not be treated too well."

Catherine shrugged, and then pointed to Lancelot on the ground: "As for this female knight, she probably had too much perseverance, and she didn't know what method she used to get out of trouble... and finally collapsed where the old woman was resting.

Downloaded. In fact, I have already suggested not to keep it."

Caesar didn't speak. The core members of Doomsday Myth didn't speak when they saw their leader, so naturally they didn't continue the topic.

Her Majesty the Queen looked at a relief sculpture in front of the podium in the auditorium, stood up slowly, turned her back to Pukins, and suddenly said: "Pukins... I don't like this place very much. You can change it."

Somewhere else?"

"Here, there are memories of most of the important moments you have experienced in your life... I think it will be more appropriate when your life ends here." The old knight smiled, "My Majesty the Queen."

The Queen sighed slowly, turned around, frowned and said: "Actually, I don't understand why it is you, Pugins. You are a descendant of the noble King Arthur and the leader of the Knights of Twist.

People... you have already stood at the top of the pyramid of British inhuman power, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

"Human beings cannot make progress unless they are satisfied. I have always believed..." He walked slowly and came to Her Majesty the Queen, "Human beings should not stop."

"What are you pursuing?" Her Majesty the Queen looked directly into the other person's eyes.

"I saw it again. This is the Queen's gaze that I am familiar with."

The old knight looked at these eyes with some fascination and said softly: "Elizabeth, what do you think is the source of motivation for people to move forward?"

"Greed, as greedy as you are." Her Majesty the Queen sarcastically said.

The old knight just smiled.

"Actually, you are right. The things you said I have... Over the years, I have been asking myself, what else do I... need? But in the end, no matter how many nights I think about it,

There is no answer... Suddenly one day, I found the answer. I thought, what I need is strength."

"You can already command the knight mechanism. This is your power."

"No...it's not these, it shouldn't be just these."

Pugins breathed a sigh of relief, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light, "It's one thing about my own strength that I still can't figure out. Since I have the blood of King Arthur, why...why can't I get the inhuman thing?"

Strength, why can't I become extraordinary? A strong body, youth... these wonderful things are disappearing little by little as I age."

"I'm getting older too." The Queen shook her head.

"So next, I will even replace you."

A smile appeared on the old knight's face, and he said softly: "It would be great if you were still young and beautiful. However, it is not important... you will see that when I am crowned king, I will not be as powerless as you are now.

The king, but the real king.”

The queen was silent, seemed a little sad, and just sighed.

Sir Pugins smiled and said: "Elizabeth, I know the reason why you are still calm now... You probably really think that the reinforcements from your Magicians Association should arrive soon, or have even arrived... right?"

Her Majesty the Queen's face changed slightly... and then she quickly covered it up, "I am just an old woman who is played in the palm of your hands. I am not playing with pets every day, but appearing in front of the camera under your arrangement.

"

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Even if they come, it doesn't matter."

Jazz waved his hand, "This will all end soon... Okay, it's almost time."

As he said that, Jazz slowly backed away, his open hands like a distant embrace, while Ofen walked past him holding the things in his hands, walked to the stage of the auditorium, and put down the things in his hands one by one.

.

But at this moment.

Squeak!

The sound of the door opening.

At this moment, there was a ringing... and at the door that opened behind the crowd, what they saw was a skinny man in a white suit, standing expressionless.

Farrell.

Then, behind him, there was the panting and sweaty Miss Witch.

…

The moment he appeared, Knight Simpson rushed forward without any hesitation or consideration. The speed was so fast that only an afterimage flashed.

Farrell waved his hand like a fly and heard a huge noise. At this time, Knight Simpton was directly knocked into the wall on the side.

A mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and as soon as he saw it, he fainted and passed away.

Caesar frowned and narrowed his eyes. Behind him, everyone from Doomsday Myth came forward one after another.

"Are you..." Sir Pugins was slightly surprised, and then he seemed to remember something, and then said seriously: "The person Simpson met was really you... Farrell."

"I seem to have heard some not-so-good things." Farrell was silent for a moment, "The blood of the king, flowing through you, seems to have become a little dirty."

The old knight's expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and then he said calmly: "I think there is no need for you to stop me... After all, you were determined to protect this country and this land, not to be loyal.

Who, right?"

"So I have always hated the system of the Knight Agency."

Farrell shook his head: "Bloodline, hereditary...the king's bloodline is nothing to me. In fact, if you can convince me, anyone can do it."

"In this way..." Sir Pugins nodded, and then said: "Caesar."

There was also no hesitation... A purple-black light flashed from Caesar's body, and then the moment the inherited power of the Twelve Knights appeared.

"You?" Farrell seemed to be surprised by this situation and couldn't help but frowned.

Because they had fought before, Lancelot should be a woman. Of course, when he came in, he noticed the Lancelot who fell on the ground.

Suddenly, Caesar took action.

[Indestructible Lake Light] instantly struck down, but at this moment, Farrell made a lightning move and clamped the sharp sword between his two fingers.

"The speed is good, much better than the boys I met before." Farrell nodded: "Nearly the third stage of dressing should be achieved in this half day? Very good... It's decided, you just

He is the real Lancelot this time. However, he is still not good enough to deal with me."

"It's just not bad." Caesar responded abruptly.

Farrell was startled...but he saw blood spilling out from somewhere between his fingers where the sword blade was clamped.

The palm has obviously been broken by the sword wind.

After this blow, Caesar quickly retreated... to regain his composure, but at the same time he was secretly shocked. The results achieved by this almost sneak attack were so disappointing.

At this moment, Farrell, after taking a look at the wound on his palm, suddenly seemed to be a different person... A huge murderous intention emanated from his body.

That surging power that almost made people despair... A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on the thin face, like... an evil ghost walking out of hell.

"That's great...this kind of fighting power is worthy of being called the Twelve Knights."

Under the huge terrifying power, everyone couldn't help but fall back... Her Majesty, as an ordinary person, slumped directly on the chair at this time, her face changing several times.

"Then let me test your limits... You must satisfy me." Farrell stretched out his right hand, and a black lightsaber condensed out.
To be continued...