"Tresti! And..."

Gareth screamed in surprise at this time, and then looked at the other figures who arrived first with the bearded man, "Gaheris! Kai! Eckert! You..."

The first few figures who appeared were none other than the contemporary Twelve Round Tables who escorted different pavilion elders to the foggy capital from various places. Novel.

During the riots in Fog City, they were the first to take action, responsible for the suppression and crowd evacuation in different places.

"We received a message from Bedivere." Tresti said in a deep voice at this time: "It was unbelievable at first, but now..."

Tresti shook his head. His expression at this time was obviously not good-looking... He sighed and looked at the clown Dagonite again, "It seems that there is a traitor among us."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mr. Clown showed a bright smile.

Seeing this, Gareth gritted his teeth and finally his eyes dimmed.

At this time, one of the two pavilion elders who came with a group of knights stepped forward directly, "Pukins! I feel sad for the blood of the King of Knights... let's capture him without any effort!"

Not only are there a total of six twelve round tables in the auditorium, but also the army of magicians waiting for the opportunity in the sky... Outside the royal auditorium, there are hundreds of powerful middle- and upper-level knights.

At this time, the place was completely besieged.

"First."

At this moment, Pugins suddenly said something... and along with it, a dark red light flashed out from his slightly raised fingers... The light just passed over the crowd and passed through

He hit the twelve round tables and directly penetrated the forehead of the elder who spoke.

He was speaking upright and majestic one second, but in the next second he completely lost his head... and his body fell to the ground.

puff!

It wasn't until the body fell down and made a dull sound that everyone...all the people present in the Knight Agency seemed to have woken up from a dream, showing expressions of extreme shock and anger.

"the second."

But it didn't end. When the finger pointed and the red light shot out again, in the auditorium, a knight who was guarding the prisoners of the Doomsday Myth was directly pierced through the chest... and turned into a corpse!

"Pupkins!!"

An angry voice suddenly came from Tresti's mouth. In an instant, the twelve round tables present immediately dressed up... and then all attacked Sir Pugins on the steps!

But Sir Pugins sneered at this moment and waved the [Holy Grail] in his hand easily.

The six knights who had obtained the inherited power and had the highest combat power of the Knight Agency were directly swept to the ground by a powerful and incredible force at the same time.

And the holy armor on their bodies also exploded directly, and the fragments returned to the holy seals on their bodies.

Defeated...defeated in an instant!

In the royal auditorium, there was a dead silence at this moment... Even the magicians in the magician team who were temporarily watching the battle were silent at this time.

It's okay if they don't know each other, but... obviously, they know what kind of abilities the Twelve Round Tables wearing holy armor have.

At this moment, looking at Gareth and others who fell directly to the ground, vomiting blood, and the last remaining member of the Edinburgh Knights, the expression of the elder suddenly changed drastically... Not only him, but also the many people around him and behind him this time.

The middle and upper-level knights are all the same.

Fear breeds...

"I once said that."

Looking at the dead silence at this moment, Sir Pukins smiled calmly and said: "I will give you a chance to choose...Everyone from the Magician Association. Of course, it also includes all the knights here...and you, Lu

Erfo!"

His eyes finally fell on the last surviving Edinburgh pavilion elder, "Are you going to kneel down to me and become the new king, or are you going to be buried here forever... to accompany your old friends?"

Sir Pugins's eyes instantly became majestic.

Under his gaze, the last elder Ge suddenly couldn't bear it and subconsciously fell to his knees on the ground.

He looked at all this in horror, looking at the other twelve round tables around him, as well as the middle and upper-level knights, who were all looking at him with horror, disbelief, or blank looks.

Finally, he gritted his teeth. Since he couldn't resist, then...

"New King, I am willing to submit to you." He took a deep breath and "become your follower."

"Okay! Rulfo, I knew you were a smart man!"

Pugins said: "Do you know why I didn't kill you the second time? Because next, I will reorganize the knight organization, so I need someone who can help me manage it. In the new knight organization, you will

Besides me, he is the most powerful one!"

"grateful……"

Without saying much, since he has decided to surrender, the elder is very clear about his current position and position.

"So...what about you?"

Sir Pugins looked around at everything at this time, "Become my sacrifice, or be the sword in your hand, open up a prosperous age for Britain for me, and become a hero and legend in the new era?"

"I am willing to submit to you, the new king."

Unexpectedly, the first person to shout loudly was the clown with a bright smile. Even though he was originally from Sir Pugins's side at this time, he took the lead to kneel down.

"Dagonet... you bastard!"

Gareth, who had always been gentle to others, wiped the blood from his mouth, stood up again, and uttered curse words.

"By the way." As if he was afraid that Gareth would not be angry enough, Mr. Clown narrowed his eyes and laughed, "I destroyed the agency headquarters in Fog City. I also destroyed Geraint's head with my own hands.

Cut."

"What……"

Mr. Gareth, who had already stood up, suddenly felt that all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained, and his hands suddenly dropped weakly.

"I am willing to submit to you, my king."

Suddenly, a slightly deep voice sounded from beside Gareth again... What made him unbelievable was that the clown Dagonite who followed was the same member of the Twelve Round Table, with the name of "kay".

Of...Kay!

"Please accept my loyalty, future king." Another member of the Twelve Round Table made a choice at this time.

"Eckert...even you?!" Mr. Gareth was shocked, angry...and even sadder at the moment.

One after another, the middle and upper-level knights knelt down on the ground after the only pavilion elder and several round table leaders took the lead in surrendering.

Even among the knights who were guarding Doomsday Mythology, half of them... chose to submit.

Mr. Gareth staggered and kept turning his body on the spot... Whenever a voice made an oath, it was when he moved his weak legs.

Not long after, more than 60% of the knights... had already made their choice: allegiance!

"Really, the situation is overturned just like that?"

I could only hear the mocking voice of Tipu, the doomsday mythical herbalist who was imprisoned in shackles, sounding uncoordinatedly here.

Gareth obviously heard it... but couldn't say anything to refute it.

He looked at those confused knights with a heavy expression, but in the end they chose silence and did not step out to surrender... In the end, only he, Bedivere, and Tresti's three twelve round tables were left.

Still standing upright.

"So..." Pugins shook his head at this time, seeming a little dissatisfied. Not all the Knights of the Round Table chose to submit to this point, "Gareth, Tresti, Bedivere, you have chosen

You're fighting against me, right?"

"I can't... break the oath I made." Gareth took a deep breath, "Even if I'm the only one left."

"Isn't there still me?" The bearded man clenched his fists at this time, and his originally pale face took on a look of determination, "Of course, there is also Bedivere! I have decided that on my epitaph

It will be engraved with the original names of your best friends in this life, Gareth and Bedivere!"

"If that's the case, I'd better choose betrayal."

Dr. Bedivere said calmly that despite this, he silently walked to the two of them.

The knights began to move around... The surrenderers silently approached the steps.

Those who did not submit in the end quietly came behind the three remaining Twelve Round Tables.

In the end...it was more than 70% separation.

Sir Pugins, who was watching all this quietly, showed a smile and looked up at the magician troops at the top, "So, what's your choice?"

But after Ace was silent for a moment, he slowly said: "It seems that the content of this employment has far exceeded the preset level... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I think several tower owners should know now

I feel that what you have done is not worthy of us continuing to maintain this employment relationship. Also...right Mr. Pukins? Are you really planning not to let us leave?"

"Send my regards to your presidents."

Jins said calmly at this time: "Let's just say that after the things here are over, I will visit you personally... However, you don't have to leave in a hurry. You might as well attend my coronation ceremony next."

"As you wish." Mr. Ace smiled slightly, "The new king of Britain."

Sir Pugins waved his hand, then sat back on the throne and looked down again, "Elizabeth, how about...all your support is gone. I will also give you a chance to choose."

Her Majesty the Queen, with a gloomy look in her eyes, raised her head and looked at the throne not far away.

I only heard Sir Pugins say calmly: "If you also choose to be loyal to me, I may be able to give you a new life... Even if it is to restore you to your most beautiful age, it is just a simple matter."

Her Majesty the Queen slowly looked at the knights gathered around Pugins, and then looked at the knights standing behind Gareth and others out of proportion. Finally, she sighed slowly and said with a wry smile: "Putin
To be continued...