Chapter 1670: Staggered Meeting (25)

At the same time, the capital of South Africa, Pretoria. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the twilight, a low-key black-robed man walked into the sewer area.

Navigating the strange and intricate sewers, the man seemed to know the way well. The half-covered silver mask he was wearing just clasped his nose was coated with a deodorizing spice that brought a faint aroma that just offset the pungent smell of the sewer.

The man walked gracefully and quietly through this filthy place, through nine twists and eighteen bends, and finally reached an area deep in this sewer.

[Rotten Swamp Block]------ black-robed masked man could faintly make out the words from the tattered wooden board sign on the side.

This is hell, mixed with people of all religions and nine streams, who are nothing more than hooligans, vagabonds, and absconding criminals, who gather to live with it for all kinds of unspeakable reasons.

It's also a paradise. Sin and lust run rampant, but in contrast to the glamorous and blinding world of the upper city of Pretoria, where there is [freedom]. The inhabitants of this area generally do not interfere in the affairs of others, and there are no differences due to their different statuses. Everyone here is filthy, everyone is mud in the ground, so they don't bother to compare and ask again.

Although there are often various fights between the hooligan ruffians who live in the Rotten Swamp neighborhood, they are all petty fights, and it is extremely rare for real fights to kill people. And the people living here are extremely united and unanimous to the outside world, and whenever an intruder comes from the outside world------ such as the man in the black robe and mask------ the residents here will invariably cast hostile glances at the intruder.

Therefore, it is conceivable how dangerous it is for this mysterious black-robed masked man to walk in the midst of such a hostile crowd.

Despite this, the black-robed masked man didn't think so, and still walked step by step, his steps were neither light nor heavy, and some were only cautious. He didn't want to clash with the inhabitants of the place, so he didn't look like he was on guard with a weapon. However, if this black-robed man had meant that, he could wipe out all the inhabitants of this place in a matter of minutes------ literally killing them all.

Even wild animals instinctively sense danger. And the more depraved man is, the closer he gets to wild animals. As if they had already sensed how dangerous this black-robed masked man was, even though the residents here kept throwing hostile glances at the black-robed man, none of them dared to go up and stop the black-robed man. I'm afraid some of them would think that if they all swarmed up, they might be able to subdue the man. However, they should know that even if they swarmed up to subdue the man, those who led the way would probably die. The people here are united, but they are also selfish. When their own lives were at stake, of course, these hooligans would not dare to act rashly.

The black-robed masked man then navigated the dangerous neighborhood filled with the smell of gunpowder unharmed, and soon reached his destination.

It was actually a drainage pipe on the edge of the bog block. Needless to say, the drain pipe was clogged many years ago, and although the inside of the pipe was a little rusty and smelly, it was still quite dry. Because it was some distance from the ground and dry enough, it was one of the most habitable places in this stinking place. ------No, it should be said that in this garbage post, this dry and empty drainage pipe is actually a mansion.

There is even a not particularly tattered canvas hanging in front of this "mansion" to block out outside interference and add a little privacy space for the people living in it.

The black-robed masked man stopped twenty yards from the pipe. Next, he slowed his steps extremely slowly, slowly moving forward one step at a time. He did this in order to make as little noise as possible so that he could observe the geography of his surroundings before attracting the attention of the inhabitants of the pipes, and on the other hand, he also wanted to give the inhabitants of the pipes enough time to prepare, because the black-robed man did not want to be defeated and subdued them by surprise attacks.

However, the black-robed masked man had actually thought that the other party might have been prepared. It is likely that the person in the pipe, with a weapon, suddenly rushes out of the pipe to attack him. And the people in the pipeline are by no means idle people, and if they attack, the black-robed man may not be able to retreat with his whole body. Therefore, at this bone joint, the black-robed masked man had reached out to his waist and felt out a lightsaber.

Lightsaber is perfect for use here. It doesn't have a blade until it starts, so it won't be noticeable. And when the actual melee begins, the excess light on the blade of the lightsaber can be used as a stable and reliable source of illumination, so that the opponent has nothing to hide in the dark.

After the black-robed man had everything ready, he put his finger on the switch of the lightsaber, keeping it ready to use the lightsaber at any time, and quickened his pace a little, walking towards the pipe. He was only ten yards away from the old pipeline.

"Huhu However, the people in the pipe had already noticed the approach of the black-robed man, and a slightly old laugh came from the pipe: "Don't be so nervous, come closer." ＂

The black-robed man trembled for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and the trembling was extremely small. He immediately regained his composure, strode over, and as soon as he approached, he said, "It's an honor to meet you for the first time, grandpa." ＂

An old man stepped out of the pipe, and although he looked weather-beaten, he was in good spirits, and his eyes even flashed with the cunning eyes of an old fox.

"I think I should say the same thing: I am honored to meet you for the first time, Your Majesty King Arthur. ＂

That's right, this low-key black-robed masked man is none other than the current king of Great Britain, Arthur D. Pantoraken.

However, how many people would have thought that the old man who appeared in front of King Arthur was not the Sword Saint Ark who had been hunted down by the Knight King and others, but another even more heinous traitor who had been hunted down since the time of the old Pantorakan?

He was the grandfather of King Arthur and the father of the heavenly knight Uther, and he was another famous sword master in the history of Pantoraken------ Joseph. d. Pantoraken.

He was responsible for stealing the ------ of Pantoracan's national treasure------ the Sacred Sword [Storm Watcher] years ago, and he also indirectly led to the fall of Camillo, the first imperial capital of Pantoracan, under the invasion of the Roman army. It is no exaggeration to say that the sword saint Joseph was the original fuse that led to all these events in Great Britain for decades. Now, the traitor Sword Saint Joseph has appeared in front of the Knight King in such a bland manner.

"Sure enough, the last spirit was a scout sent by you Pantoraken?------ oh no, has Pantoraken changed his name to Great Britain now? ＂

"You're right, Grandpa. King Arthur lowered his voice and said, "One of my friends has the same fortune as you can't imagine, and it was he who controlled the artificial Holy Spirit and found this place. Do you think that if you are hiding in the most hidden corners on the other side of the world, Great Britain will not be able to find you? ＂

"I'll admit that you have some skills in finding a place like this. The old man took a leisurely step forward: "But King Arthur, you underestimate me too much, do you?

"No, you're underestimating me, grandpa. The Knight King said indifferently, "Of course I didn't come alone. ＂

He waved his hand, and shadows began to flicker around him: "The truth is, this rotten swamp neighborhood has been heavily surrounded by the people I have brought in. At least one Knight of the Round Table is guarded by the four main exits of the Rotten Swamp block. You're already thrust in, grandpa. ＂

"Interesting. The old man smiled indifferently.

"Let's talk about it------ "One of the two holy swords, the [Storm Watcher] that you stole back then, where is it hidden?"

"Huhuhu, it's hidden in a place where you ------ you will never find it. The old man sneered and drew his sword. Of course, he didn't draw the Storm Sword, just an ordinary lightsaber. The purple blades of the lightsaber shone in the darkness with a dark atmosphere.

"Grandpa, at best, do you plan to continue to resist, and don't want to tell me more information?" King Arthur also held his sword on guard, and the green blade of the lightsaber shot out from the hilt of the sword, illuminating the darkness: "In this case, I can only subdue you, capture you back and interrogate you slowly." ＂

"If you can beat me. Joseph snorted coldly.

At the moment when the two of them were about to fight, someone suddenly opened the curtain of the water pipe. A thin teenager came out of his sleepy eyes and looked around, "Well...... what's the matter, grandpa?"

"It's none of your business here, go back to sleep. The old sword master snorted.

"Grandpa, are you fighting with a stranger?" The young man was not obedient to this point, and when he saw the two people in front of him holding swords on guard, he could still go back to sleep as if he didn't see anything.

"It's not good to fight, don't you often say grandpa, violence can't solve problems. The boy said vaguely as he yawned.

Hearing this, the Knight King secretly let out a sneer. He couldn't hold back. According to the data, Joseph Pantoraken was a brave and warlike swordmaster, and he had caused countless bloody incidents on the battlefield, and he could destroy a division alone. It was this brutal Sword Saint Joseph who stole the Storm Watcher who guarded the White Holy City of Camillo, leaving Camillo unprotected, which led to the end of his invasion. It's ridiculous that a murderous sword master is cultivating imps in the slums, and instilling such peaceful thoughts in such imps.

"Hmph, it makes you laugh. Of course, Joseph also sensed that King Arthur was snickering, but he took advantage of this moment of opportunity to make a sudden move!

A faint and sharp purple arc of light swept towards the Knight King's throat!