Glastonburg is located in the southwest of England,

It is also a typical European medieval architectural style, but it is far more magnificent than Prince Gasol's Keanu Castle, without that eerie atmosphere, but faintly diffuses a sacred, holy atmosphere.

At this moment, in Glastonburg, in the great hall, the lights are bright,

On a huge round table, surrounded by a crowd of people, roughly counted, there were twelve people, all of them burly and tall, with typical white Western faces,

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

One by one sat upright, with solemn expressions, and their eyes looked at the top of the round table.

There sat a tall Englishman, about thirty years old, dressed in a red ancient ceremonial dress, wearing a red cape, brown hair, a straight nose, and a pair of blue eyes of European origin, revealing endless depth, and a kind of majesty,

With the pride and bearing revealed between the eyebrows, it is like a noble king, with an awe-inspiring charm,

This is the patron saint of England, the seventh generation of King Arthur,

And these twelve people are the Knights of the Round Table who will always be loyal to King Arthur,

"Honorable King, what do you command us when you gather us together?"

Looking at their loyal king with awe-inspiring and fiery eyes, the twelve knights of the round table asked respectfully in unison,

"Lancelot, the Holy Grail senses a powerful and evil aura that is rapidly approaching Glaston Castle."

King Arthur's expression was serious, but his gaze did not fall on any of them, but calmly stared at the middle of the round table, more precisely, on a golden cup in the middle of the round table.

This golden cup is the same size as an ordinary cup, at this time the cup only contains half a cup of pure water, but there are strange subtle ripples, diffuse and ripple in the cup, under the light, emitting a clear light,

"Under the leadership of our king, we will slay down all darkness and spread the divine light of our king."

Lancelot has soft blond hair and is rumored to be the first warrior among the Knights of the Round Table, and the successive generations of Lancelot have 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 my king cannot be desecrated, this is a forbidden place of darkness, and we will defend the glory of my king with the knight's sword in our hands."

Next to speak was Gawain, young and haughty, King Arthur's nephew, pure aristocratic blood,

"My loyal knights, use your sword to destroy all darkness and evil, and the Holy Grail will grant you untold power."

King Arthur's gaze swept over the twelve brave knights of the round table one by one, and was swept by King Arthur's gaze, and immediately the knight's chest couldn't help but puff up, and a kind of frenzy suddenly erupted in his eyes,

The night is even 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 was a sharp whistling sound, the sound of some kind of creature flying rapidly in mid-air and violently rubbing against the air.

Bats of different sizes are flapping their wings under the night sky, and they are flying quickly in the same direction.

The golden or silver bat wings, as well as the dark red eyes full of wisdom, all indicate that this group of bats is unusual.

These are naturally the Prince of Tumun and other high-ranking blood clans who rushed to King Arthur's Glaston Castle, and behind these blood clans, a thin figure shrouded in black robes held a jet-black magic staff in his hand, and his speed was not slow at all,

Looking at the Dark Witch King flying in the sky, a trace of surprise appeared in Yi Qing's eyes,

"The Elemental of the Imperial Wind."

For the so-called magic of the Western monks and Huaxia monks, Yi Qing has to say that there are indeed a lot of merits, at least Yi Qing cultivates to be high, but at this moment, he can't fly in the air like this witch king.

Yi Qingzheng looked at the Witch King with interest, but he didn't know that the Blood Wolf King, another giant of the Dark Association, was also looking back at Yi Qing with a surprised face, and the Blood Wolf King had also turned into his original form at this moment, and it was an unusually burly blood-colored giant wolf.

Running wildly on the earth, the blood-red hair all over his body seemed to be burning, escaping a fierce aura,

The huge wolf eyes kept looking back at Yi Qing, whose speed was not weaker than his own in the slightest, in the eyes of the Blood Wolf King, this Oriental man just took a step forward at random, but the distance he took was not at all under his full speed running.

Magical Orient,

The Blood Wolf King had heard of the magical country known as the world's forbidden area, and when he saw Yi Qing's mysterious speed at this moment, his heart immediately thought of the spells in that country.

Oh

In the slightest shock, the next moment the Blood Wolf King suddenly retracted his gaze,

raised his neck and let out a long roar, and then he was no longer distracted, and rushed forward with his head down, and the scenery on both sides had turned into distorted phantoms, and he quickly retreated backwards.

Seeing the Blood Wolf King speeding up, Yi Qing's mind moved, and under the ancient supernatural power of shrinking the ground into inches, the speed also increased sharply, closely following most of the dark creatures,

In his eyes, the sharp light was like a sword, and there was an endless cold killing machine.

Half an hour later, the outline of a magnificent castle was already faintly visible,

In the eyes of all the rapidly approaching dark creatures at this time, this castle in the darkness has a steady stream of light released, sacred and solemn,

It's just that the smell of light is particularly disgusting and hateful to dark creatures,

"Gladstoneburg, the abode of Holy King Arthur, tonight it will be completely dissipated into the dust of history."

A sharp scream erupted from the mouth of Prince Tumun, who was in the lead, and his words were filled with a thick hatred and a kind of arrogance and pride.

"Yes, filthy underground creatures."

It's just that as soon as Prince Tumon's voice fell, the gate of Gladon Fort suddenly opened, and in the darkness, twelve burly figures quickly appeared in everyone's sight.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, filthy fellows."

The twelve knights of the round table lined up, their eyes raised slightly, staring at the bat figures in front of them, and a cold smile appeared on their faces,

"Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur."

Seeing the twelve figures that suddenly appeared, Prince Tumon's eyes immediately froze, and the next moment he immediately turned into a human form, slowly descending from mid-air.

Prince Gasol and all the other blood clans behind him also transformed in an instant, and a powerful dark power erupted from his body, and his eyes looked at the Knight of the Round Table in front of him at the same time, and there was an obvious solemnity in his eyes,

The twelve knights of the Round Table under the command of King Arthur have left a deep impression on the dark creatures since their birth, and the strength of each one is equivalent to that of a duke in the blood clan.

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

"Die to you, filthy creatures of darkness."

Lancelot looked at Prince Tumun and the others in front of him with disdain, smiled coldly, and suddenly raised the knight's sword in his hand the next moment,

On top of the sharp sword, a rich light power erupted,