"Your Highness, please enter the city. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "looked at the Prince of Gleiin, who had been hovering at the gates of the city, as if he was waiting for something.

It seemed that the captain of the city gate guard, who had seen through something, looked at him with a meaningful look and reminded him to enter the city quickly.

Otherwise, it's all over.

Don't wait any longer, wait any longer, you can't wait for anything.

Even if he died, the gates would not have been broken.

The captain of the guard is ready to die at any time.

He is a dead soldier cultivated by the Bourbon family, and can die at any time for the will of his master.

He knew how important this time was, for Bourbon, for his master.

So even if Glein killed him with a knife in the next second, he wouldn't have any surprises.

Anyway, the city gate behind him would close immediately.

The city defense system of Fei Leng Emerald will also be opened immediately.

They have rehearsed these steps countless times.

"Let's go. Glain sighed, as if he had finally resigned himself to his fate.

Because he has been observing for a long time, he has never found any flaws.

There was no chance of an attack.

Yves Saint Laurent, is that really the end of it?

Gleiin let the horse under his crotch move forward.

At the moment when he was about to enter the city gates.

Glayin's fingertips lit up in vain, and a second later, a simple and dignified magical power weapon descended on the gate of the city of Emerald Filipino.

Before all the magic cannons could fire, Grun entered the mech with impeccable posture and speed.

The ensuing roar of artillery fire could only shatter the innocent black horse under his crotch.

In the end, it still came.

Even if it is, there really isn't a chance.

But you still have to give it a try!

He, he is the son of King Arthur, and he has King Arthur's blood in his veins!

And the city in front of him is the place where everything began for his ancestors, how can it be, casually, just give it to others!

"The ...... of the whole city" Before the captain of the guard could call out the whole city to alert, he was already smashed to pieces by the magic power force controlled by Prince Glayin.

But until he died, he had nothing to fear, and Saint Laurent would perish anyway.

Even if it's the battle of the trapped beast at this moment, what is the use?

Kicking off the bloody curtain for the demise of such a huge dynasty is also considered dead, isn't it so ugly?

"Teutonic Knight!" a loud roar erupted from the magical power armed forces manipulated by Prince Glayin.

"Charge!"

Behind him, bright red as autumn maple leaves, the Teutonic Knights.

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The roar outside the city has reached the city.

Clermont listened to the faint explosions, shook his head, and said, "Your Highness, I have to say that your hand has dealt with it very poorly, just like a beast in a cage, no matter how fierce it is, it can only wave its claws twice, and cannot really do anything. ”

"The outcome is still undecided, Duke Clermont, why jump to conclusions so early?" Artoria certainly wouldn't throw in the towel.

The showdown has just begun.

"Your Highness is not dead yet, well, then let's continue to wait and see. Clermont still shook his head, as if looking at a stubborn little girl.

"But before that, I want to ask Your Highness a question, this question is very important, and it may be related to Your Highness's future life, so please Your Highness, you must think about it before answering. ”

"Raphael was killed by me. As if guessing what question Clermont was going to ask, Artoria gave the answer directly.

"I killed him with my own hands. She emphasized.

"Then you are really ......," Clermont was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said, "I don't care about the friendship of kings and ministers at all." ”

"It's as if if I hadn't killed Raphael, you wouldn't have done something like this today. Artoria sneered.

"At least you won't end up like that. Clermont put away his smile, and his voice became cold.

Now it's really completely torn apart.

If there are outsiders present today, then this Red Maple Leaf Auditorium is really exciting.

Yves Saint Laurent has been a country for nearly two hundred years, and there has never been a day like today.

The old king has just died, and before he is buried in the ground, the ambitious old minister can't wait to seize the throne of the young prince at the funeral.

"What do you think the history books would have written today?" Artoria's face softened.

"Prince Glein plotted to usurp the throne, loyal to the Bourbon and the Knights of the Round Table, loyal to the Lord, and the young lord thanked the old minister for his kindness and entrusted the affairs of the country to the fullest, do you think it would be better to write like this?" Clermont's smile loomed again.

Every word sounds like a word of faithfulness.

But in fact......

"Not good. Artoria shook her head and said, "It will only be written in the history books, and you will all die here today." ”

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"get me moving, get moving, boys! Now is not the time to sleep! If we don't hold this place today, we're all going to die!

At the head of the city, the soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the royal city were now desperately trying to stop Saint Laurent's most powerful demonic force.

"That kid, hey, that's what you're talking about, go and ask, how is the city defense system preparing? Can you turn it on quickly, we can't hold it here!" The commander of the city head was a little anxious and quickly mobilized his soldiers.

They still underestimated the strength of the Teutonic knights.

This world-famous force still has its incomparably strong side in the end.

Even if more than 100 years have passed since the founding of Saint Laurent, King Arthur's soul may have been scattered.

This knight order, which fought with King Arthur on the continent, still retains its original wildness.

The city defense troops, which were simply used to defend against ordinary demonic power forces and strong people, were about to be bombarded by the fierce artillery fire of the Teutonic Knights.

"Sir, they're coming!" a soldier excitedly pointed in a certain direction in the city.

The commander glanced over and was relieved to see that Mordred and the other eleven Knights of the Round Table had arrived.

"Wait......" Before he could completely relax his breath, he saw that Mordred and the eleven magic power weapons collectively began to prepare to fire the main cannon.

Will it be a little earlier?

That was his last thought.

The next second, he was engulfed in artillery.

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The second more. (To be continued.) )