Trafford’s Trading Club

The mighty power of Chapter 1291 [The Holy Grail]

"They... are back..."

Farrell at the moment, suddenly squatting.

He then took his own head and slammed it down directly, no matter how the clown's fist bombarded him, as if there was no pain at all.

Finally... the clown gave up and continued to attack this guy.

"Come back...ah-!!!"

Suddenly, Farrell stood up and a violent breath emanated from him like a tornado. Between the mistakes, he had crossed the distance and appeared directly in front of the clown.

The clown's Superman's perception was that he couldn't capture the other's movements. Then, under his incredible gaze, he saw Farrell directly reaching out and tearing apart the holy armor on his body - tearing open his chest. A!

"Get out!!"

After tearing open the clown breastplate, it was followed by a punch - the body of Mr. Clown, directly into the earth!

At this time, Farrell, who grabbed the chest armor of the clown sacred armor, put his gaze directly on Caesar.

Caesar has the orc's lineage, but at the moment...he is the real beast!

flash.

He had no time to react, and his chest had been directly bombarded... The purple-black sacred armor was shattered and shattered in an instant, turned into light, and returned to the seal of the Holy Seal. At the same time, [the lake without destruction] has been The other party seized.

It was also a punch - Caesar was directly bombarded into the building.

But it was just a moment of blinking - Caesar and the clown, and lost in the hands of Farrell.

Farrell did not stop. For Catherine of the myth of the last days, he did not look at it. If he was insane, he raised his breastplate as a shield and held [the lake without destruction] in one hand and rushed to that. Black light is distributed!

The engraving of the elf shines above the blade, but under the dark brilliance, it is like a firefly.

"Devil... Death!!"

Roaring loudly, Farrell rushed in at this moment, raised the hands of [the lake without destruction], and then went straight to Punggins without saying anything!

At this time, Sir Kimkins only felt a steady stream of life, and began to flow into his body through his hands from the Holy Grail.

The old skin began to regain its firmness, and the gray hair became dark... The thin body became a little stronger.

He is experiencing a process from aging to restoring youth – a wonderful feeling of re-engaging life that directly confuses him in the endless sea of ​​fanaticism.

When Farrell came to this sword, he suddenly woke up from this wonderful feeling... It looked so frightening--afraid that all of this would end up being crushed by Farrell!

"No -!!!" The screamed in anger!

But the goal of Farrell's attack is not him...but the Holy Grail he holds!

Hey -! ! !

[No Lake of Destruction] At this moment, the black light was broken, and it was cut directly at the edge of the cup of the Holy Grail. Only the sound of the cross was heard... like the huge bell!

The city is shaking!

Hey -!

broken.

Broken is the [no ruined lake light], the blade in front of Farrell, directly broken into a star-like, and the next one is released from the [Holy Grail] Huge power, directly bombed him out!

In the hands of the sacred armor breastplate shield, at the moment under the release of this force, directly broken ... I saw Farrell hands in front of him in front of the body ... the ground has left two long legs from his legs Long traces.

A white suit has been ruined, and the exposed body surface is displayed in a large area. At this time, there is boiling steam coming out... On the skin, there is a burnt flesh everywhere.

He blocked it... but at the same time, he became more chaotic, crazy...even fear.

"Can't win... Can't win... Anymore... Can't win... Why!!!"

At this moment, he suddenly pressed his head with his hands, and then looked at the [Grail] moment, the whole person was smashed, and countless fallen figures appeared in his eyes... a desperate face.

One of the comrades-in-arms and companions who had been killed by the time of his riots.

It seems to be laughing at him, as if he is scolding him... They rushed up and began to grab his neck and grabbed his hands and feet.

The earth seems to have become a mud, and countless dead souls reach out from the mud... In the dark, they seem to be dragging him into the mud.

"Don't come over... don't... come over--!!!!"

Turn around... rush out and escape.

"Don't follow me!! Don't follow me--!! Not killing me... Not killing me!! Going away -!!!!"

The most powerful knight in history was mad and frightened at this time, and the time made everyone stunned... He even escaped.

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At the same time as the stunned, everyone is even more sigh of relief, after all, no one wants to face this monster once more.

Just...what is the horrible thing that will make him fear like this, even like a coward, fleeing?

No one knows... they just looked subconsciously at the black radiance that had never been scattered, and there was a sense of trepidation that slowly rose from the heart.

Catherine clenched her arms in horror at this time.

In the distance, I thought that I would win the battle. Although I didn't know what Farrell was going to do, but the lady who was happy to hide and hide, I felt a great force that made her mind sink into the boundless darkness.

She is not much better than Farrell.

After screaming, the witch fled the place like this.

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Laughter, first ridiculous, then the arrogant laughter that Sir Purkins himself felt would not appear on himself, and it appeared.

He is not arrogant, or he will not carefully plan everything, and will not wait for the white hair to launch this all--but the power of breaking into the body makes him instantly lost in the seemingly infinite power. In the whirlpool.

Even the most powerful knight in history, under the power of the Holy Grail, fled like a dog of a mourning house... I saw it, and all of this was seen with my own eyes!

Power, as if to open all the jazz's nerves in an instant, an indescribably refreshing feeling, just rushed to his calmness... calm, strategy, thinking, what to use - under this invincible power.

The invisible gaze of non-human beings, the natural contempt for ordinary humans...not that they are arrogant, but when power reaches this level, it is no longer necessary to care about all the constraints of the world.

"that's nice."

The power of the Holy Grail is also coming from all over the place... The more the best of the sacrifices, the stronger its effect will be!

Pukins fascinatedly looked at his already strong arms, feeling the youthful vitality of the body, and the change from a white-haired old man to a strong man.

He stopped the sound of laughter and then whispered: "[Mordred]!"

I saw a huge seal, and it appeared in his chest at the same time. At the same time... a set of sacred armor hidden in the manor, disappeared instantly, and then appeared on the jazz.

At the moment when the palm touched it, the sacred armor turned into a streamer, covering the body of Sir Purkins.

[Mordred]'s sacred armor - more sturdy power, began to flow into his body.

Sir Kimkins waved a punch at this time.

boom--!

Under the single blow, the entire broken palace was destroyed in this way!

He slowly lifted the fist of his fist and shook his grip... This moment, as if the whole world had been in the palm of his hand.

He suddenly waved.

Among the royal halls that have been destroyed, the floor is now split, and cracked stones and broken furniture are pushed aside.

The cracked floor came out, and the first-level steps began to emerge... Above the steps, a huge throne after the various materials here finally merged, so it appeared in front of him.

Sir Kimkins glanced gratifiedly at the Holy Grail in his hand...this is like a scepter that allows him to dominate the world at will... everything is based on his will.

He is immersed in this feeling of happiness, step by step toward the throne above the steps.

What no one noticed was that when the black light of the Holy Grail was released, the Lanslot Knight, who was buried under the gravel, whispered a black mist.

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Rumble...

Among the collapsed buildings, a figure turned over the huge stone that fell from the body, and then climbed out... Mr. Clown.

At this time, Mr. Clown, holding the position of the shoulder with one hand, is a little frivolous in the footsteps... but he still walks toward the Royal Auditorium step by step.

Along the way, Mr. Clown saw Catherine and Vedas and so on... They gathered together at this time, and they looked a little blank and seemed to be looking for Caesar.

Mr. Clown ignored it, but walked into the auditorium—although the dome was broken, the hall was lit with brilliant light.

Above the steps, the huge throne, the Perkins wearing the holy armor, holding the chin in one hand, looking down from the throne, and the Holy Grail is still in his hands.

In front of him, his adopted son Orpheus was kneeling on his knees.

And the Simpton who was seriously injured from the burial but still managed to climb out... also crouched in front of Pukins.

There is also the Queen's Majesty... The Queen's Majesty has a halo of obstacles at this time... The Queen at the moment has her head down, but it is obviously not too good to look at it.

"Dagonit." Pukins looked forward and moved forward. "Fortunately, my knight... let you resist Farrell, it's a bit reluctant, come on!"

Mr. Clown shrugged and came to the side of both Simpton and Orpheus, and kneeled on the ground.

I only heard that Pugins suddenly said at the moment: "I will be crowned here as king...Owen!"

I saw that Owen nodded at this moment, and then stood up directly. His hands were holding the old crown that was brought from the beginning.

He held the crown and lowered his head, stepping up and down the steps - but Pukins suddenly waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, my child."

Orff's face changed slightly, then he looked up in awkwardly - but seeing that Pukes was not looking at him at this time, but looked up at the night sky.

He also looked up.

I saw the broken auditorium above the dome, and the figure stood in the air... I’m not afraid of the number of thirty or forty.

These people, all wearing gray-black robes, cover their faces... Everyone's body exudes a rich magical atmosphere.

Sir Pugins glanced at him casually, then smiled and looked down at the steps and stood still under the Queen. "It seems that your reliance is still coming... I am more curious about what you are. Please move these magicians, Elizabeth?"

"Probably, the mining rights of the mineral deposits in the Eastern Secrets were transferred." Her Majesty looked up and said, "I want to come, I am really a very defeated person."

"Eastern..." Pukins frowned. He knew the amount of minerals in that place... The secret ore was a precious magic material. "You are really willing."

"After all, there is always your presence around me."

Her Majesty the Queen was quite helpless at this time. "So, why can't you be careful...Pukeins, look back. Actually, I am still used to your white hair, which makes me feel that time has passed. ""

"ridiculous."

Pukins shook his head and slowly stood up from the throne. "Perhaps in your eyes, the power of non-humans has no concept at all... even the gap between ordinary knights and twelve knights. In your opinion, it is also just a gap between a boxer and an ordinary person. In some cases, the quantity does not determine the victory... In this respect, the Prime Minister has actually verified it."

"Is it really only a fight?" The Queen sighed, "Pukins..."

"Do you really think that with these magician associations, you can fight against me now?"

Pukins waved his hand. "No matter, since it is for me to courage, of course, I need some audience... Although there are not many people, but they are all magicians, they are still okay."

I have been staring at the sky, one of the many magicians, suddenly said: "This is the spoils assigned to your knights after the war." [The Holy Grail.]

"It seems that you are also a person who is familiar with that period of history." Pukes said indifferently: "Maybe you are still very young, do not know its true power."

"This is not necessarily the case."

The man standing on the shoulder with a small light bird... Mr. Ace, one of the four deacons of the Magician Association’s Secret Tower, smiled and laughed at the moment: “When it comes to spoils, we are different and secret. Two pieces."

"You intend to fight with me on behalf of the Magicians Association?" Pukins asked with no expression.

“No.” Ace’s deacon shook his head. “I just represented the Magician Association and completed the employment that our employer entrusted.”

"So..." Pukins shook his head slightly, but then sighed: "I will let you see my current strength, and then give you a chance... choose, surrender. Or...become me Sacrifice."

As he said, Pukins slammed a punch... The wave of punching light went straight away.

The people of the Magician Association’s troops seemed to have prepared them, and they raised their hands at this moment – ​​but before they started the magic, there were two figures flashing in, and they were blocked in the box. Before the light.

When the light dissipated, the two figures fell in the auditorium... one of them, wearing a blue armor.

They... at the same time looked heavily at Pukes on the throne.

"Oh... Gareth, and Bedwell, you are here too." Pukes smiled and opened his hands: "Is it to celebrate the birth of the new king... Knights!"

"Mr. Purkins... is it really you?" Gareth looked sad, "for your own sake... is it really you?"

"Actually, you think that I am doing something wrong. Is this true?" Pukins shook his head. "Why don't you think that under my leadership, Britain will return to the honor of the world's most powerful country... Why not? Think, I will do better?"

"I am sorry, I can't agree with this brutal success." Gareth took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the sword. "Mr. Purkins, please turn back!"

When Gareth started the weapon, Beideville’s behind him, dozens of black shadows emerged, and appeared in the auditorium. Several of them were shadows. Your side.

"Let you be scared, Her Majesty." Bedwell said at the moment: "I am sorry, let you see this kind of thing inside the Cavaliers... We will clear it soon."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" The carnival laughter of Pukins reappeared... It is difficult to define his state at this time, perhaps the character has not changed, but it has been affected to some extent.

No longer let yourself be calm all the time... It’s obviously more exciting.

"You, not enough!" Pukins's eyes suddenly became crazy.

"If, add us?"

Outside the Royal Auditorium, an old voice suddenly sounded... and there were a few quick bursts into the auditorium.

I saw that after the figures, the two old men slowly entered... They were clearly the only two remaining knights in the Cavaliers, who were in charge of Odinbao and the Birmingham Knights.

And after them... I saw a few core mysteries, Catherine, Tidas, Tip and Dobas, who had been detained and were pushed in by more than a dozen knights.

A few people have shown a gray-faced look, downcast.

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Ps: The next chapter is late...

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