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In the silence, only Ye Qingxuan and Lancelot looked at each other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Leaving Avalon?"

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head: "Impossible." ”

As if he already knew the answer, Lancelot's expression remained unchanged, and he just asked, "Why?"

Ye Qingxuan thought about it and was amused by the answer that came to mind:

"To save the city, of course. ”

"You know, I don't want to hear this kind of cliché at the award ceremony. ”

Lancelot shook his head: "I know, you brought the elites, with all your chips, and you want to bet them on the table, all of them, or die."

But you chose the wrong place, Ye Qingxuan, this is not a casino. Your opponent is a natural disaster, and it is even possible that ...... It's two. You're going to lose everything you have. ”

He said, "All those who follow you here, will die." ”

"Just what I wanted. ”

Ye Qingxuan replied lightly: "That's what they mean." They came here to die with me. If I don't die because of my weakness, then I will be disappointed.

I know what else you're trying to say, but I'm not going to leave here, never. ”

Lancelot was silent for a long time, and sighed regretfully: "Little Yezi, after so many years, you always make me have no choice......"

There was a sound of collision outside the door, someone roared, and soon, the roar disappeared.

The sound of power armor rang out and stopped at the door.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned cold.

His guards were attacked by Lancelot's men, and they were measured, but they were never properly handled.

"What do you mean?"

"Rest assured, they will protect you. ”

Lancelot lowered his head and whispered, "Protect you from here." ”

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Five hours ago, in the wee hours of the morning.

In the white mist, Nevin exhaled an icy mist, and the mist that lingered between his mouth and nose gradually rose, winding up the stone pillars of the gate of Westminster Abbey, and finally dissipating on the fingertips of the relief.

On the stone pillars, the relief of the saint was expressionless, just looking down at the silent street, and at that fingertips, a drop of mist-condensed scarlet dew slowly dripped down.

The dew fell on the back of Nevin's hand, tightening the five fingers holding the hilt of the sword, and the steel seemed to carry heat, and the phantom warmth could be felt as if the sword was clenched.

In just half a month, after experiencing symbolic blessings and purifications, as well as complicated alchemy rituals, he implanted the alchemy matrix of the witch's hammer into the back of his neck, injected the body strengthening solution into the tendon sheath, and the etheric nerve center with the thickness of the tail finger and thousands of nerve filaments as thin as spider silk have been integrated with the spine.

He's very different from what he used to be.

Under the special circumstances and Ye Qingxuan's request, in just half a month, he skimmed through the decades of long training and testing of ordinary apprentices and became a new witch's hammer.

And the body, which had gradually aged and gone downhill in the years of combat and torture, also returned to its peak after several adjustments...... Or even better.

As the controller of power armor, the knight is tantamount to steel, and the body is not far from steel - it is not uncommon to have the original limb cut off in order to enhance a certain aspect of performance, and replace it with steel.

Nevin's cultivation direction is the most common 'sword dancer', and there are no artificial internal organs implanted, but only a partial transformation of the spine, thousands of etheric nerves, which bring superhuman reflex speed and dynamic vision.

Navin's perceptual expertise allows him to add another special part of the matrix - thermal vision.

In those bone-white pupils, everything lost its color and turned into a strange vision, where everything emitted heat, and no amount of clever disguise could escape his insight.

Because of this, he was given the task of keeping vigil.

In the shadows under the gate, he stood silently, his body motionless like a stone statue under the gray robe. Only occasionally does he breathe a faint white mist from his mouth and nose to prove his presence.

But not long after midnight, he heard trivial footsteps in the distance.

"Who?"

He looked up suddenly, and saw a figure coming from the end of the street, towards Westminster Abbey, step by step.

Nevin's expression gradually tensed, and he raised his arm and gestured to the lookout post behind the door, then stepped out of the shadows and whispered:

"Ahead is a military station, please do not trespass. ”

The man seemed to laugh softly, but his footsteps did not stop, he continued to move forward, one step, two steps, and the third step into the field ten meters in front of the door.

Orders from the lookout post came.

- trespassing, killing.

At that moment, the silent Nevin stepped forward, the blade on his waist popped out, fell into his hand, and slashed a concise half-arc in the air, and the streamer crossed a distance of several meters in an instant, slashing towards the neck of the comer.

Under the gray robe, Naiwen's double ** substituted forward, although it was a wild run, his body did not rise and fall, it was smooth as a slide, but the speed was incredible.

In just an instant, it was already close at hand, the blade fell, and in the midst of a mournful roar, the sound of steel grinding sounded.

The comer's arm was raised, the armor under the burqa separating the blade, and his hands were skillfully stretched forward, his fingers clenched into fists, pressing against Nevin's liver and spleen.

In the dim light of the street lamp, the arms were faintly illuminated, covered with calluses, thick and hideous, looking like they were cast in iron. Before touching his body, he could feel the cold wind pressure disgust.

Nevin's pupils constricted.

This is a fighting trick for armored knights, for elite knights who have been transformed and modulated, the defense of places like the heart and head must be the top priority, and the hardness of the bones has probably been strengthened through alchemy, not to mention the hands, even a hammer attack may not be effective.

Therefore, when facing the enemy, how to attack other secondary parts is the most important.

In a short moment, two crisp snaps sounded.

Nevin's right hand didn't have time to defend himself, but his left hand pulled out the short knife from the leather sheath tied to the inside of his right arm, and slashed neatly towards the palms of those two hands.

The knuckles of the two palms made a crackling sound, and at the last moment, they forcibly flipped over, one hand locking Nevin's wrist and the other slashing the knife.

The crisp sound of snapping is the effect of a dislocated phalanx in Nevin.

The strength of the other party is unexpectedly strong, and it is like a knight who has been strengthened twice in terms of strength and bones.

In the severe pain, Nevin, as if it had no effect, did not try to snatch the blade again, but took the initiative to meet the blade, and the hilt of the sword in his right hand suddenly reversed, holding the long sword upside down, and poked it towards the carotid artery of the comer!

Collapse!

With the loud sound of steel breaking, Nevin's long sword suddenly broke, and the blade of the long sword rolled in the air and fell to the ground with a loud sound.

The arrow that broke the sword in an instant grazed Nevin's shoulder and plunged into the stone, buzzing. Until the opponent's short knife was attached to his neck, the mournful roar of the arrow breaking through the air was long overdue.

He lost.

Nevin looked at the comer with a blank expression. On top of the tower of Westminster Abbey, the muffled sound of a crossbow being wound sounded, and it was already aiming.

The visitor did not cut Nevin's throat, but simply withdrew the short knife, looked at it for a moment, smiled softly, and inserted the short knife back into Nevin's sheath with his backhand.

On the back of the flipped hand, the coat of arms of the armour is revealed.

- Knights of the Round Table: Grand Knight Badge.

In the Knights of the Round Table, one of the sixteen Grand Knights reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "That's it, guard, it's time for a change of guard." ”

Nevin was stunned and frowned: "What do you mean?"

The Grand Knight raised his hands and presented the military order: "By order of Lord Lancelot - from now on, Westminster Abbey will be taken over by the Knights of the Round Table."

You are protected by the Knights of the Round Table......"

In all directions, a low roar was heard.

Dozens of Aether Furnaces glowed with blazing scarlet, and heavy power armor marched through the streets of Avalon under the impetus of the Aether Furnaces, steel whistling.

The entire Inquisition, Westminster Abbey, has been completely surrounded.

In Westminster Abbey, the muffled sound of power armor activating is constantly sounding. The arrows from the massive longbow were aimed at the great knight in the distance.

At swords' points.

In the hall, the sleepy Stone raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the yawning Archbishop Mephistopheles: "We're ...... Under house arrest?"

"Probably...... Do you want to resist?"

"For hundreds of years, why does the Great Inquisitor not know where to go at critical times?

Shi Stone sighed a little nerve-wrackingly, and after a long time, he shook his head: "It's too troublesome, forget it." ”

He lowered his eyes again: "Since there is someone guarding the door, let the lads go back to the dormitory to sleep." It's the time to grow your body, it's not good to stay up late, don't live up to the kindness of others. “

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In the same dark night, in the lower city, in the ruins of the manor, Watson yawned and lit the cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

The light of the smoke lit up the long sword that hung around his neck, and the blade had layers of lines on it, and the lines were as beautiful as flowers, as if it were a rare good sword.

A cold wind blew, and in front of him, the shattered desk let out a wail, as if it was about to collapse.

He took a deep breath of tobacco and relaxed, leaning back in his wheelchair and slowly scanning his surroundings. Look at the dark shadows that surround you.

Half a minute earlier, he had been sitting in his office, behind his desk looking at the message from the informant, the fireplace warm.

But half a minute later, the office had collapsed, and the four walls were instantly shattered by the 'visitors' who rushed in, and then the fireplace was covered by the collapsed walls, and the warmth was gone.

Watson, on the other hand, was surrounded, with a long sword to his neck, and watched as his men were neatly restrained by the group of visitors, pressed to the ground, and shackled.

Light covering armor, aggressive offensive methods, skillful sweeping movements, and all kinds of equipment created specifically for stealth killing, it can be seen that there is a tight plan and planning......

"That rumor turned out to be true?"

Watson smiled: "A decapitation unit created for the purpose of special operations during the war, or an assassin army raised by Anglo...... It really exists. ”

No one responded.

Those cold eyes were just staring at him, but if he showed the slightest sign of resistance, I was afraid that he would not hesitate to cut off his head.

Watson didn't doubt this, but he still couldn't help but stretch out his hand and flick the blade on his neck: "This sword is good, it's a first-class product, Tianzhu's Baiwen steel should be smuggled goods, right?"

Seeing the circular mark at the end of the blade, he suddenly fogged up: "Oh, it's the goods of the lame man in Ascaris Lane? It's funny, bought my sword to rob me ......"

In the silence, someone sighed softly.

His caretakers parted, and a man in an overcoat came over, dragged a broken chair, and sat down opposite Watson, the blade of which was withdrawn.

"Be honest, Mr. Watson. ”

He placed a badge on the table: "Do you know this?"

Watson's eyebrows raised slightly, "Oh, the head of the secret agent of the military department? Disrespectful, disrespectful, did anyone tell you that you crossed the line?"

The secret agent seemed helpless, "I don't really want to meddle in the affairs of the fifth department, but unfortunately, everything is not as good as it should be, and for some reason, the above feels that you are no longer reliable."

So, you need to cooperate with me. ”

Watson smiled, "Or die?"

"Yes, or die. ”

"We need to make sure everything gets handed over smoothly. You've been fired, but you have to get the job done and don't leave your successor in trouble, right?"

There was a long silence, and Watson smoked a cigarette and looked at him with a blank face. The head of the secret conversation sat in his chair, silently waiting for his response.

It wasn't until a long time later that Watson smiled and enthusiastically spread his hands: "Then what are you waiting for, bring the map." Welcome, gentlemen!"

Soon, a map was spread out on the broken table.

Watson took a cigarette in his mouth and quickly marked the map, one after another.

"Inside Avalon, there are currently seventeen secret warehouses, nine gangs, and forty-one bank accounts.

Roughly totalling around £160 million in liquidity. There are 51 large enterprises with fixed assets of more than six times and secret shareholdings ......"

After spitting out a suffocating number, Watson snuffed out his cigarette roll and smiled:

"Which do you start with?"