The moment the armor of the Round Table rushed into the battlefield, the power hidden deep in the armor was already released on the battlefield with the roar of the sword. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The first thing that fell from the sky was a whirlpool formed by the distortion of the air.

As the power armor lifted its hands up, the vortex slowly formed in the sky. The unparalleled weight radiated from it like light.

The air rubbed against each other, and it made a low roar like sand. They were pulled and collapsed inward, forming a bleak hurricane.

The music theory of the forbidden faction was brewed in it, like a seed growing slowly, and in an instant, it turned into a 'towering tree'.

Finally, the vague vortex fell from the sky.

Rumble!

The earth shakes.

Countless sand and splinters rose into the sky, but the ground suddenly sunken, as if trampled down by the giant's invisible giant feet, and everything turned into mud.

That's chaotic gravity.

Gravitational turbulence erupted from it, tearing the two stone puppets apart and turning them into dust almost instantly. The next moment, they struggled to heal and then sensed a storm howling.

If it was just a breeze, it's a catastrophic tornado now.

As he marched forward with his emaciated armor, a hurricane swept through him, forming a huge white wing behind him, and with a slight stir, it destroyed the cracked buildings and blew away the stone carvings and steel that had been detached from the ground.

As he clenched his hands, a long white spear gathered with the wind and took shape in his hand—it was the air pressure of turmoil.

It was like the terrifying pressure of the deep sea and the vacuum of absolute nothingness fused with each other, turning into an indestructible blade, and in an instant, the ripples smashed out by the turbulent flow of gravity broke into the array of eleven masters.

It's like electric light.

In just an instant, the terrifying air pressure smashed him into the core.

Ignoring the siege of the stone puppets enough to tear him apart, the wind-pressed spear was raised high and slammed into the earth. The storm poured like water into the bricks.

In the next instant, a terrifying explosion erupted from beneath the Nine Grounds.

The terrifying pressure didn't even have time to blow the masonry away, and it had already forced through the cracks in the masonry and gushed out from the cracks. The unbelievably fast wind is like a knife and axe under the pressure of the pressure!

In an instant, countless swords and axes slashed indiscriminately, completely razing everything to the ground. Immediately afterward, the terrifying pressure difference erupted from beneath the ground, blowing everything into the sky completely.

Immediately afterward, the fierce counterattack of the eleven masters was belated, completely tearing apart the Iron Knight who had broken into the core.

In the final moments, a figure popped out of it, fleeing from the storm with an armored core, but there was no doubt that it had been badly damaged.

But he has accomplished his mission.

Gravitational turbulence overwhelmed the stone puppets' defenses, and the vacuum explosion tore through their shaking, leaving them apart with the explosion.

It's like heavy siege weapons kicking in, smashing the enemy's defensive barriers, and then the cavalry gallops and charges, interspersing into the enemy's array, slicing through the formation and separating them.

Since then, they have fought their own battles.

This is not the 'big picture' of the musicians competing for each other, nor is it the 'skill' of winning the reversal, this is the military strategy of the royal road, and it belongs to the combat method of the armored corps!

At that moment, the remaining Knights of the Round Table complied with the order and rushed towards the chosen enemy.

The eleven stone puppets were separated, and in an instant, they were surrounded by the Knights of the Round Table who rushed up - the situation of the war had quietly passed from siege warfare to encounters.

Under Lancelot's order, the armored knights who had been waiting on the periphery had already discarded their cumbersome longbows, and pulled out the huge swords divided into six parts from the equipment box they carried, and assembled them with the sharp sound of steel grinding.

The Knights of the Round Table's desperate vacuum blast not only tore apart the musicians' positions, but also gave the rest of the production armor leeway.

Now, it's time for them to come on the scene.

Hundreds of Aether furnaces were overdriven at the same time, more than three times the power of the normal mode, bringing more than three times the terrifying power, and at the same time, it also caused a terrible resonance.

Music theory has its own gravitational pull.

The same is true of the alchemy matrix as a product of the solidification of music theory.

Every time the Aether Furnace moves at full strength, it forms its own noise and gravitational pull in the Aether Sea. However, when this noise and gravity are superimposed hundreds of times at the same time, it can exceed the limits of what ordinary musicians can tolerate, causing devastating disturbances.

It can even drain all the aether in an area, leaving no other musicians with aether.

It is precisely because of this that on the battlefield of large-scale combat, unless it is a legion-level movement, the ability that ordinary musicians can exert is often not one in ten. Because of the scarcity of numbers, they can often only serve as an auxiliary for spearheads or reserves.

And now, when hundreds of power armors are activated at the same time, the clutter brought by it covers the entire battlefield in an instant. It has upset almost everything in the environment, even the realm where the Scepter of Hell spreads has become upheavalous.

The clear scorching red hell in the original sky vibrated and trembled slightly, as if the illusion had been disturbed, and it was difficult to operate smoothly.

What made the Dark Lord even more furious was that in the rear, the longbow knights who had prepared them received special alchemy arrows from their attendants and fired them into the battlefield in a steady stream.

Those that split apart in mid-air, quickly split and decayed, and before they landed, they turned into a massive amount of gray dust, which was simply lethal.

But the splitting of the metal is premised on the aether, just like a water-absorbing material falling into the water, rapidly expanding and completely draining all the water.

Not only that, but once the fission of the metal is completed and the ether is enriched, the stability of the structure plummets, making it difficult to preserve, and it is extremely sensitive to sound stimuli.

You don't even need a movement, just a slight sharp noise, and it will be excited, resulting in high temperatures.

The Armored Knights are protected by armor and are not afraid of the corrosive effects of the heat, and the resulting aether turbulence only stresses the aether furnace and does not damage them themselves.

But once it reaches a certain level, for the musician, the environment will become a quagmire, and the mud will be deep and difficult to move.

This special metal, which was completely banned by the Holy City and strictly forbidden to be used and researched, was called 'molten lead', and for a long time, countries could only keep a small number of samples in private, and did not dare to develop and use it for military purposes in a big way.

And when the Holy City lost its control, the nations that had been freed from the shackles immediately put its research back on the agenda - even Anglo was no exception.

In a short period of time, the Aether Sea corresponding to this area has become thinner than ever, and it cannot be replenished.

The more behemoths become, the more dependent they are on the external environment. Especially when the Lord of Darkness was weakened like never before, he didn't even have the strength to open through the Aether Sea and draw energy directly from the Aether Realm.

When the Knights of the Round Table took the aether from Shadow of Avalon, the Scepter of Hell became untenable.

Especially when four Knights of the Round Table took the lead at the same time, desperately attacking him......

A large number of armored knights used the crowd tactics to separate everyone else, pinned them in the distance, concentrated the forces of the high-level, and instantly suppressed the faceless Grand Master.

All of them had almost dissolved into the Aether, and with the help of the Preparatory Measures and others, most of them were pulled back and reshaped as prototypes.

Since then, the Grand Master has lost his face and message, and has become a half-strange being.

And its own music has become extremely weird, and common sense is difficult to overcome.

Even though there were four armors of the Round Table that fought desperately, they were able to maintain a defensive position, and even regained the initiative in several counterattacks, but they were once again suppressed by the continuous and desperate attacks of the Knights of the Round Table.

The war has entered a fever pitch.

In the distance, Lancelot sighed softly.

He looked back at the servant who had grown old with him, and he said:

"Nail for me. ”

Not as frightened as the others, hurriedly dissuaded, Hu Cong just nodded and put the iron box that had been behind him on the ground.

Reaching out, he reached into the hub of the iron box and struggled to pull out the brass ring.

At the sharp sound of steel grinding, the hub hidden deep in it was activated, countless gears spun, circlips stretched, and the iron box, which had been inherited from hundreds of years ago, slowly opened, exhaling a biting cold breath.

In that terrifying low temperature, the steel armor that had been sleeping in it slowly rose, revealing its majesty after decades of absence from this earthly world.

Lancelot stepped forward, facing the countless unfolding steels, and walked towards the armor.

The armor stretched and contracted like a living thing, and the steel covered him inch by inch, and finally, the silver armor covered the pale blue pupils. He finally became Lancelot again.

The Valkyrie of Steel, the Unparalleled Knight - the real Lancelot!

Unable to hear choking and wheezing.

The armored knight stepped forward, towards the heart of the battlefield, the besieged Grand Master and the Lord of Darkness. Stretching out his hand, he pulled out the silent long sword at his waist, the long sword was like a mirror, reflecting the blood and fire of the gloomy city and the battlefield.

The old man knelt on the ground and sent him reverently:

"My lord, I wish you a successful start. ”

Facing the fierce wind of iron fire in his face, Lancelot slowly raised his long sword, pressed it to the center of his eyebrows, looked at the mirror shadow of the sword spine like a lake, and saluted the sword.

The mirror-like spine of the sword reflected the face of steel, and on the other side, his enemies...... The scepter from hell.

"Don't be impatient......"

Lancelot's voice was hoarse, and he said:

"-I'll go back as soon as I go. ”

A flash.

In that brief moment, there seemed to be a flash of light. A hallucinatory light descended on the battlefield, and in that stagnant time, it swept through everything lightly and gracefully, soaring in the sky.

With thrilling beauty.

But in the next moment, it dissipated.

I lost interest in this battlefield and didn't know where to go.

Because, it's all over.