Their names became known to the world after the fourth century AD.

King Arthur's Twelve Knights of the Round Table, known as the legendary knights, did their best to bring peace to the country for a short time.

Even though King Arthur eventually died, the reputation of chivalry in that era of heroes still lives on to this day.

So far, more than 2,000 years.

That is the taste of primitive civilization, the first belief of mankind, and the knights represent the good and the beautiful, the humble and the powerful.

Just like the knight in armor in front of him.

The fiery red Gothic plate armor has a lot longer than other armor on the chest and abdomen, covering almost half of the chest and abdomen. In the distant Middle Ages, this armor could effectively reduce the impact of cold weapons, even defend against bows and arrows, and its beautiful appearance made it the best choice for elegant knights.

What unfolded in front of Sun Wuru's eyes seemed to be not a living thing, but a statue. There was not a trace of dust on the armor, it was extremely clean, and the smooth surface seemed to hide a mystery, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword was wrapped in a chain glove, which did not look forceful, and naturally did not feel nervous.

He stood in front of a door, a blinding white light shining from behind the opaque pure white door, like a knight with wings growing from his back.

The thickness of the wall was calculated by the system to ensure that the explosives of the three Sun Ruthlesss could be blown through, and they chose the only shortcut path that could pass downward, but they did not expect to fall right in front of the enemy.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the explosion, and if he hadn't known the whereabouts of Sun Wuru and the others, he would have been waiting here for a long time.

Because if the enemy can pass through the net laid in front of him so easily, it proves that they are not ordinary people. The walls of this laboratory have a special element to guard against gifts. There is definitely no way for the wall breaker to break through here, so the rest can only be handed over to others.

This passageway, which is four lanes wide, is perhaps the only one.

The only way left for them was to attack. The knights standing in front of the door did not play any tricks, did not ambush, did not sneak attack, just stood there above board and accepted their challenge.

Although he was facing four outlaws.

Behind them are thousands of EU soldiers, and there is not much choice and time left for them.

So when Sun Wuru was in the air, he had already pulled the trigger. It was only a short moment to fall from the five-meter-high ceiling to the ground, but at this moment, bullets erupted from the muzzle of the gun without any hesitation.

It's a pity that the knight standing in front of the door of this laboratory has more than just courage.

The edge of the sword, over the bullet.

The knight's body pulled out an afterimage, and the red mark instantly moved to Sun Wuru's eyes, but he was just beginning to become void in his true vision.

Sun Wuru still naively thought that at this level of battle, guns could still come in handy.

The bullet struck the pure white door of the lab, leaving a shallow white mark. And at this moment, a hurricane swept from behind Sun Wuru, and the broad palm pressed the knight's sword-holding hand with the impact of the fall.

The scene stood still for a moment, and the knight stood in front of Sun Wuru in a lunge, lowering half of his body, holding the sword in his right hand and swinging it to his ear, just accumulating strength for the next blow. And at this time, Sun Wuru didn't have time to put away the gun, the body of the 95-style gun looked a little cumbersome in this kind of battle, if it wasn't for Cheng Wanli, he might have been in a different place.

The strength of the other party is far above him. The system he carries already calculates the speed of the knight, the force of his strike, and the speed of his reaction when facing bullets.

There is only one line away from the standard of the eighth level, and he doesn't even think that he has used his full strength yet.

So this stillness, only for a moment.

Instinct awakened Sun's ruthless muscles, and the rifle automatically untied itself and turned into pieces of iron from his arm, including most of the bullets he carried, falling to the ground. Reducing his weight, he exerted his speed faster than usual, and landed in the corner of the passage with a few jumps.

Seeing the gift of the comer, the knight also withdrew the sword that was about to be swung, took advantage of the situation at his throat, jumped back, and distanced himself from Cheng Wanli.

"Dongguo Academy...... No...... A lost oasis that carries thousands of miles? ”

The European language came from inside the knight's armor, and this whole set of retro armor that seemed to be made of all-metal should also have a lot of things hidden inside.

With just one blow, he could see the identity of the person who came. Sun Wuru's four were all wearing black federation-style armor, and the knight should not have seen their identities at first.

A month ago, Graheid, the head of the Knights of the Round Table, and Hermes, one of the twelve main gods, also said the conditions for the recruitment of St. George's Cathedral in front of Sun Wurui.

"Knights of the Round Table, red ...... Lion? After a moment of silence, Cheng Wanli looked at the knight's armor with some hesitation, and there was a circle of fiery red lines on his chest. But there is not much information about the Knights of the Round Table, and even Cheng Wanli is not sure of the identity of the other party. Despite knowing that they all bear ancient names, little is known about their gifts, and to be honest, the Lost Oasis.

"King Arthur, Knights of the Round Table, fiery lion, Ranmarlock." Ranmarok lowered his sword, and a clear voice came from under his armor.

At the same time, Su Duan and Yun Qianliu also jumped down. The latter raised his hand to seal the way back with ice, a move that was also captured by Ranmaroke.

"It seems that the academy has really cooperated with the Lost Oasis." He clenched the hilt of his sword again, and murderous intent ignited in his words.

A month ago, the sky above Ashlon City ushered in the eastern island of Penglai, and at that moment, their intention to protect the lost oasis was known to everyone. Wu Tiancheng rescued Sun Wuru, and also let the people in the lost oasis who were originally turtles in the urn escape from Ascension, without chasing and killing, it was already a kind of cover-up.

And the addition of Yun Qianliu seems to have completely demonstrated the attitude of the academy.

But Ranmarok still moved, even knowing who they were, knowing their gifts.

The iron sword pointed at Sun Ruthless again. His performance just now exposed his lack of experience, and in the face of law enforcers, if the first reaction was to shoot, it could only be said that the opponent he encountered was not strong enough.

If it's a tube, the first action may be a fist.

Nothing is more reliable than your own fists.

And now, Sun Wuru remembers.

Taking advantage of Cheng Wanli's speech, he pulled out an alloy stick from each side of his arm, and the metal on it continued to split and reorganize, and soon, a stick with the thickness of a calf was held in his hand.

But he only had time to stop Ranmaroke's first sword.

The hard blade, with an indomitable momentum, smashed on Sun Ruthless's stick. This time, even with his armor on, the impact pressed on his wrist like a mountain.

At this moment, Ranmarok's physical fitness has exceeded the level of level seven, above Qatar and Chengwanli.

But it was only the power of his physical body. Just a head-on blow underscores the difficulty of the mission.

The transparent ice cube appeared in front of him for a moment when Ramaloc stopped, but fortunately, the quality of the stick in Sun Wuru's hand was quite reliable, and only a scratch was smashed in the middle, and the blade did not split his body.

Then he must be ready to be besieged.

The last time he was in Muyinak, Sun Wuru saw the confrontation between Cheng Wanli and Yun Qianliu. A Fei Lian, a young girl, represents the college's recognition of them. Once the title is added, it represents a responsibility.

That is to harness the power of this deity.

The moisture in the air condensed into solid ice, and the wind swept towards him in an instant, and many pulse bombs the size of rice grains were dropped into the cracks of his armor.

Sun ruthlessly adjusted his breathing and rolled to the side, but was quickly grabbed by Cheng Wanli's wrist and threw Sun ruthlessly towards Yun Qianliu's side.

The coordination of the battle requires absolute trust. In this case, Sun ruthlessly suppressed the hesitation in his heart and ran towards Yunqianliu desperately.

At a distance of just four meters, he felt that the air had stopped, and it didn't seem to be his body that was running, so in this armor, he didn't seem to smell iron and blood.

It also loses its usual agility.

The iron rod was stopped in front of Yun Qianliu again. Sun ruthlessly lowered his body, half-bent his arms, and his feet stood in place like old tree roots.

However, the angle is still a little worse, and theoretically, the landing point of the opponent's blade should be close to the middle of the stick and then move to the side of the dominant hand. This is the best position that has been calculated, fully distributing the force borne by the arms, if the position is not accurate, and the opponent's strength happens to step on this critical point, then what awaits Sun ruthlessly is injury.

The sound of a broken wrist, he heard it clearly.

Battles at this level are a fraction of a millimeter.

Ranmarok kicked and shattered the ice under his feet, stepped on the wall, his body swept backwards, twisted his waist in mid-air, and with the force of flipping, the sword in his right hand slashed again from top to bottom, slashing at the cloud flow on the other side.

As a mage, what I am most afraid of is, of course, the knight's close-quarters sword.

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

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It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

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It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~

It's night again when there are still a few hundred words left to be written~