power.

But these knights are different. They are all elites who have been tempered for thousands of times. Otherwise, they would not be able to inherit the power of the powerful Twelve Round Tables.

"Just in time, it's not too late." Geraint, who was wearing a highway police uniform, twisted his neck at this time, "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 are here too.

Not an unknown person, right?"

"[Oberon], that's what you should call me in your information." Caesar's voice was low.

"Are you the leader of the 'Doomsday Myth'?" Gareth suddenly frowned.

Mr. Clown whistled, "Oh! I won the prize, you're lucky."

"It's indeed good luck." Caesar smiled slightly at this time, "My blood just happened to become warmer. As mentioned...the warm-up exercises are almost completed."

Several members of the Twelve Round Table looked at each other, and the young man who looked like a doctor suddenly said: "Which one of you is coming? Attacking 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...Obviously, rather than dealing with the leader of the doomsday myth, he was more looking for opportunities to enter the monastery to find out.

After all, the most important thing in the mission is to rescue the hostages... The shadow stretched slowly behind him, then broke away, turning into the vague appearance of a shadow person, and then quietly flashed into the night.

"Is being sneaky the spirit of chivalry?"

Unexpectedly, Caesar waved his hand and punched the person at this time, and the shadow man was directly exploded and disappeared from a place about ten meters away!

The doctor waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a bright smile: "It's very impressive."

"If you don't take action, then I won't be polite." Mr. Clown's big smile appeared, and with a flick of his hands, eight flying knives were shot out at the same time!

The speed of this flying knife is not much slower than the speed of light fired by the weapons on the 'Dragon Cavalry'. At this time, Caesar obviously has no intention of forcing it or firing it directly like before.

I saw him staggering his body, dodging through the gaps of the flying knives like a dance... But the clown's attack could not be so powerful, he himself had already stepped forward!

The clown, who is said to be the strongest physically at the current Twelve Round Tables, apparently felt that the other person was also the most powerful guy in the fight a minute ago, so he also had the idea of ​​​​competing strength.

That kind of battle in which fists were fired at each other like bullets, causing waves to roll around, and the ground to crack with every punch and kick, undoubtedly severely 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 person who is inseparable from this devil..."

He ignored the reactions of these survivors.

Geraint was slightly surprised and said: "This is the first time I've seen this. This guy has almost the same power as the clown. The clown's body is at the level of a pervert, which is really surprising. No wonder we have the courage to

There are things going on inside the country... I’m also feeling a little itchy.”

Gareth smiled bitterly in his heart, that's because you haven't seen the guy in the island prison... The clown didn't even receive a punch, he just lay on the ground and fell unconscious.

Suddenly, the fight between Caesar and the Joker separated again... It seemed that both sides were unable to defeat the other.

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

"The crazier you are, the more powerful you will be. Rather than being a just knight, you are more like a crazy knight." Caesar shook his head, "I have no interest in fighting you to the death."

"Are you planning to escape?"

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

After seeing the power of Caesar, who could be a tough guy and a clown who had already put on the holy armor, they did not rely on it, and at this time they had already put on their own holy armor.

Caesar lowered his hands at this time and exhaled slowly. At the same time, he faced the five Twelve Round Tables with no fear on his face, "Then give it a try...the power of the so-called holy armor."

"You will be surprised." The clown narrowed his eyes at this time, and when he was about to take action... when he threw the flying 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 twelve round tables also felt this strange feeling at this time.

Their eyes couldn't help but shrink, looking in disbelief at the fluctuations emanating from Caesar...the fluctuations of the holy armor!

The inheritance power of the Twelve Round Tables 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 body!!

“lanelotdulake…”

“Also, ‘Indestructible Lake Light’?!!”

Gareth murmured to himself, "How is this possible..."

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

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

Mr. Clown's head was buzzing at this time, and he finally realized what the leader of the doomsday myth really meant when he said, "Try the power of the holy armor."

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

It’s like asking him: Are you surprised or surprised?——
Chapter completed!