Chapter 15 Knights of the Round Table

Glastonburg is located in the southwest of England,

It is also a typical European medieval architectural style, but it is much more magnificent than Prince Gasol's Keanu Castle. Without that gloomy and horrible atmosphere, it faintly spreads a sacred and holy atmosphere.

At this moment, in the huge hall of Glastonburg, the lights are bright,

On a huge round table, there are a lot of people, thick, a full of twelve people, all of whom are tall and tall, with typical Western white faces,

It's just amazing that these twelve people are all dressed in classical knights with a strong medieval style,

Sitting upright one by one, with a solemn expression, and looking at the top position of the round table,

There sat quietly a tall Englishman, about thirty years old, wearing a red classical dress, a red cloak, brown hair, a straight nose, and a pair of blue eyes of European descent, revealing endless depth and a kind of majesty,

With the arrogance and demeanor between the eyebrows, it is like a noble king with awe-inspiring charm,

This is the patron saint of Britain, the seventh king of Arthur,

And these twelve people are the generation of round table knights who will always be loyal to King Arthur,

"Dear King, what can I tell you to gather us together?"

Looking in awe and hotly at their loyal king, the twelve knights of the round table asked respectfully in unison,

"Lancelot, the Holy Grail feels a strong and evil breath, and is quickly approaching Glastonburg."

King Arthur looked serious, but his eyes did not fall on any of them, but calmly stared at the middle of the round table. To be more precise, it fell on a golden cup in the middle of the round table.

This gold cup is the same size as an ordinary cup. At this time, there is only half a cup of purified water in the cup, but there are strange traces of ripples, which spread in the cup. Under the light, it emits a clear light,

"With the leadership of our king, we will kill all the darkness and spread the sacred glory of our king."

Lancelot has soft golden hair. It is rumored to be the first warrior among the Knights of the Round Table. Lanslot not only inherited the strong strength of the first generation, but also seems to have completely inherited that character:

Arrogant and arrogant,

"The majesty of our king cannot be blasphemed. This is a forbidden place in darkness. We will defend the glory of our king with the knight's sword in our hands."

Then the opening is Gao Wen, young and arrogant, the nephew of King Arthur, with pure aristocratic blood,

"My loyal knights, use the swords in your hands to destroy all darkness and evil. The Holy Grail will give you endless power."

King Arthur's eyes crossed the twelve brave knights of the round table one by one, and was swept by King Arthur's eyes. Immediately, the knight's chest couldn't help straightened, and a kind of fanaticism burst out in his eyes.

The night is more intense

The cold wave in winter is mixed with the cold wind, which looks more and more cold,

At the same time, in the distant darkness, there are sharp roars, which are the violent friction between some creatures flying in mid-air and breaking the wind with the air.

A bat of different sizes flaps its bat wings under the night sky and is flying away quickly in the same direction,

The golden or silver bat wings and the pair of dark red eyes full of wisdom all show that this group of bats are unusual,

These are naturally high blood clans such as Prince Tumon in Glastonburg, where King Arthur is located. Behind these blood clans, a thin shadow shrouded in a black robe holds a black magic wand in his hand, and the speed is not slow at all.

Looking at the dark witch king flying in the air, a trace of surprise appeared in Yi Qing's eyes,

"The element of the wind."

For the so-called magic of the West and the Chinese monks, Yi Qing has to say that there are indeed many merits. At least no matter how high Yi Qing's cultivation is, he can't fly in the air like this witch king at this moment.

Yi Qing was looking at the Witch King with great interest, but he didn't know that another giant blood wolf king of the Dark Association was also looking back at Yi Qing with a surprised face. The Blood Wolf King also turned into its original shape at this moment. He was an unusually burly bloody giant wolf.

Running wildly on the earth, the blood-red hair all over the body seems to be burning with blood flames, escaping a fierce spirit,

The huge wolf's eyes have been looking back at Yi Qing, who is not weaker than his own speed. In the eyes of the Blood Wolf King, this oriental man just took a step forward at will, but the distance he did not run at full speed at all.

Magic East,

The Blood Wolf King has heard of the magical country called the world's power forbidden zone. At this moment, when he saw Yi Qing's mysterious speed, he immediately thought of the spells in that country.

Oh

In the horror, the next moment, the Blood Wolf King suddenly withdrew his eyes,

With a long roar, he was no longer distracted. He buried his head and ran forward. The scenery on both sides had turned into twisted shadows and retreated quickly.

Seeing the speed of the Blood Wolf King, Yi Qing's mind moved. Under this ancient magic power, the speed also suddenly surged, closely following most of the dark creatures,

In the eyes, the sharp light is like a sword, with endless cold murder,

After half an hour, the outline of a magnificent castle has been loomingly visible,

In the eyes of all the fast approaching dark creatures at this time, this castle in the dark has a continuous stream of light, sacred and solemn,

It's just that the smell of light makes the dark creatures hate and hate,

"Ji Jie, Glastonburg, the residence of the Holy King Arthur, will completely dissipate in the dust of history tonight."

The shrill hissing burst out of Prince Tumeng's mouth. The words were full of strong hatred and a kind of arrogantness and pride.

"Really, dirty underground creatures."

It's just that Prince Tumeng's voice fell, and the door of Glastonburg suddenly opened with a bang. In the dark, twelve burly figures quickly appeared in everyone's sight.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, dirty guys."

Twelve round table knights lined up, their eyes slightly raised, staring at more than a dozen bats in front of them, with a cold smile on their faces,

"The Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur."

Seeing the twelve figures that suddenly appeared, Prince Tumeng's eyes immediately condensed, and the next moment immediately turned into a human form, slowly landing from mid-air,

Prince Gasol and all the blood clans behind him also transformed in an instant. The powerful dark force broke out from his body. At the same time, he looked at the knight of the round table in front of him, with a kind of obvious solemnity in his eyes.

The twelve Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur have left a deep impression among the dark creatures since their birth. Each of their strength is equivalent to the duke in the blood clan.

For countless centuries, under the leadership of the contemporary King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table have killed many powerful dark creatures, leaving a terrible reputation,

"Dirty dark creatures, die."

Lancelot looked at Prince Tumeng and others in front of him disdainfully, sneered, and suddenly raised the knight's sword in his hand the next moment.

Above the sharp sword, a strong light power burst out,