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The nobility were divided into three factions, and the majority followed Archduke Bakr on the same side as him.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's the arrangement of fate.

Grand Duke Bakir and many of his nobles stood under a huge stone statue. The stone statue was a "beast of order" with the head of a hargriff and wings on its back. However, in this day and age, the so-called order is "maintained", and the only meaning of maintenance is to ensure the interests of the aristocratic collective.

As a result, the sacred beast named "Kabalskrat" has now become the guardian of the old era. The vision of the forces that prevent the advent of a new era is represented by the evil beast. The eyes adorned with emeralds shone with a green light that tried to swallow the world, just like the incarnation of Grand Duke Bakr.

"--O king! The end of this war does not seem to be smooth. We lost thousands of troops, and a quarter of our army was almost completely wiped out. I think someone has to take on this responsibility!"

The nobleman who shouted loudly, he was a little man who followed Bakkel, a kindler who didn't even need to remember his name.

This sentence was like a clarion call for war, shocking the audience, and instantly pushing the atmosphere of the entire palace to a climax.

The nobles collectively looked sideways at the throne, some with mockery, some with scrutiny, and more with a sense of schadenfreude. The king is a stumbling block, and the king is the greatest obstacle to their interests. The nobles with such a mood have long lost their reverence for King Yusher, and they have no respect for the new King Arthur.

Admittedly, King Arthur's prestige among the knights was unmatched. But the nobles weren't the knights of the tin cans. The man they followed was not King Arthur, but the Archduke Bakir, who led them.

"What nonsense!!

Bedwell's eyes widened, staring at the nobleman with murderous intensity, so frightened that the other party almost farted and urinated.

After all, it was a killing god who was killed from the pile of dead people on the battlefield, how could it be an existence that a mere wild dog could provoke.

Having frightened the nobleman away, he seemed to be still angry, and with an angry look, Bedwell swept back and forth a group of nobles from the camp of the Archduke of Backer.

The cold murderous aura was like a blade on the neck, and those nobles instantly had cold hands and feet, and their whole bodies were in a cold sweat. All of them were all in their stomachs at this moment.

However, although the nobles were frightened away by Bedwell, there were still people who were able to ignore Bedwell's murderous aura and continue to attack them.

"Victory with an outsider who doesn't know the details, can that also be called a victory?!"

In the crowd, Curris Howard, the son of Grand Duke Buckle, who was protected by the Knights of the Round Table, stepped forward.

He was joined by four other Knights of the Round Table. Those who are dressed in heavy armor and have high martial arts are not inferior to Bedwell. They were like walls of steel, and one of the knights drew his sword and slashed out with a slash!

Bediwell's murderous aura met that fierce aura, and the two forces instantly struck together.

Two air currents, one red and one blue, are fighting in a posture that is indistinguishable to the naked eye, like soldiers on the battlefield. The turbulent turmoil, the sharp roar, like two irrational beasts, used their claws and teeth to launch a naked flesh and blood fight......

The storm spread out in both directions, and the strong impact caught the nobles present off guard and were suddenly knocked to the ground.

Everyone rolled out like a hoist. If it weren't for the timely action of the guards behind them, I'm afraid that no one in this palace would have been able to walk out of here intact in front of the full strength of the two Knights of the Round Table.

"—Is this the Knight of the Round Table?" like a witch's whisper, Karassanku had a completely different expression. It was a complete look of a conqueror who wanted to seize and plunder. The gaping eyes reflected the figures of the two Knights of the Round Table in the field, and then gradually turned his gaze to King Arthur, who had a flat face on the throne next to him, as if two cunning auras did not exist.

Karassanku's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. But at this time, Lancelot, who was beside King Arthur, seemed to notice something, turned his head sharply, and glared at Karassanku fiercely.

-- Look at it honestly! Don't try to be reckless!, the owner of those eyes warned so clearly.

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The contest in the field was soon over, and in the end, Bedwell's murderous aura was crushed like rags.

"—As always, there's a lot of fire, Bedwell. ”

A man who can repel Bedwell's killing intent so neatly and neatly, and still has the strength to speak provocatively. In addition to the former second knight Gawain, there is only the third knight of the round table, Geraint. This strong knight, who was not inferior to Bedwell in terms of strength and intelligence, was originally the man with the best chance of replacing Gawain as the second knight, but now he has abandoned all this.

For the sake of the earl's title, Geraint resolutely threw himself into the arms of the Archduke Buckle for his own interests and money. Moreover, he was one of the few knights who had just stopped Gawain, the knight who had the least guilt or guilt.

Geraint smiled evilly, raised his head and said defiantly at the round-eyed Bedwell, "You former Eighth Knight guy, it's too early for me to challenge you by five levels. Or have you forgotten? The Knights of the Round Table are ranked by armed duels, so an eighth-ranked figure like you is no match for me. ”

- Phew!

Bedwell was about to get angry, but before he could say anything, an arm suddenly stopped him.

"If Bedwell isn't qualified, then how about me, Geraint? You damned gutter rat, if it weren't for the king bringing you out of that mortal enemy, you wouldn't even be able to find a corpse by now! Damn Knight of Sin, if you want to die so much, I, Lancelot, will be your opponent. ”

Lancelot raised his head haughtily and looked at Geraint with a grim look of contempt.

From the moment Lancelot took a step forward, Geraint's momentum was instantly defeated by a stronger, massive, indescribable momentum. And it is defeated, like a dam that discharges floodwater, and he has no time to collect it.

Although he seems to be okay on the surface, Geraint has actually been dizzy by Lancelot's covert slap. The qi and blood in his body churned incessantly, making his face extremely red in an instant, and he couldn't speak at all. But even so, Geraint still stared at Lancelot viciously with extremely cruel eyes.

"Stop Lancelot, there is no need for such-for-tat between the Knights of the Round Table!"

Gawain stepped forward at this time and hurriedly pulled the blood-flowing Geraint behind him. Then he used his own aura to protect Geraint while resisting Lancelot's coercion. Only Gawain, who is closest to Lancelot, can do this. If you really talk about strength, even the third knight Geraint and the first knight Lancelot have a huge gap.

"Compatriots?"

The corners of Lancelot's mouth were raised, his eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Walking down the steps step by step, a heavy armor made a "click" sound with the swing. Lancelot rested his hands on the longsword at his left side, his eyes watching Gawain approaching......

"Do you mean a knight who betrayed the king......'s trust?

Lancelot slowly pulled out his love sword, and at the same time, a murderous aura erupted from his body.

"--Have you fallen to such a point?'s most trusted lieutenant of all time, Gawain!"

Lancelot's pupils shrank suddenly.

"-My lord!!" the sword-wielding guards hidden in the crowd shouted nervously, and in an instant, they drew their swords one after another, and they rushed out of the crowd at great speed, protecting all the nobles behind in an instant. Each of them had a nervous and fearful expression, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Who do they want to intercept? Known as the strongest of the Round Table, the Flower of Knights, and the invincible legend of the Dark Knight. Second only to the Knight King, a big man who stands at the apex of knights in the world. This kind of character can fight a bloody way under the siege of tens of thousands of troops, and if he fights to the death, he can slaughter nearly a thousand guards in a battle.

So it's no wonder that the sword-wielding guards are so nervous, because in a sense Lancelot is half a mythical legend. Especially in the place where Lancelot became famous, the city of Quibel regarded it as the embodiment of half of the god of war. This is also related to the fact that he slaughtered a group of more than 500 bandits in one night.

Along with the sword-wielding guards, there were three other Knights of the Round Table.

Lancelot saw that there were five Knights of the Round Table on the other side to confront him, and he only raised his eyebrows slightly arrogantly.

"Oh, the former Second Knight Gawain, the former Third Knight Gerain, the former Fourth Knight Gareth, the former Sixth Knight plus Hoerys, and the former Tenth Knight Ranmarlock...... Hmph, it's really a one-shot shot. Shame on you, Great Britain, ahh!!hh

Lancelot was quite terrifying in his rage, and his already heavy mountain-like momentum, and his slightly reddened and cold eyes were even more terrifying.

This pressure is even more difficult for the former Knights of the Round Table who spend their days with Lancelot......

Especially Gawain, who had been under most of the pressure, for the first time he clearly felt the difference in strength between himself and Lancelot. He even thought at one point that if Lancelot wanted to, he would be able to single-handedly take on all the Knights of the Round Table......

This is the supremacy of force!

This is the strongest of the round table!

This is Lancelot!

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Syllable.

Bang bang bang.

Gradually, orderly applause.

Under Lancelot's glare, and in the surprised gazes of the others. Grand Duke Bakker slowly walked out of the crowd and clapped his hands.

"Oh, oh, that's amazing. The momentum of just one person is capable of overpowering the five knights, and he is worthy of being recognized as the strongest Lord Lancelot at the round table. ”

Lancelot snorted.

“...... Backer. ”

"It's been a long time since I've seen Lancelot, and I wonder how the Duke of Lanliste Curlens in France is doing?"

Hearing the name, Lancelot's eyes darkened visibly.

"My father is well, and I don't bother with Archduke Backer. ”

"Hehe, that's good. ”

Buckle's voice fell, but the man was already completely in front of Lancelot. He was not armed, and he did not let any of the guards follow him. Just like that, he stood in front of Lancelot in a dignified manner. He even dared to look at Lancelot with contemptuous eyes that no one had ever dared to use. (Char: Ahh

In full view of everyone, Grand Duke Buckle gently pressed his hand on the hilt of Lancelot's sword, and everyone around him gasped for air.

Lancelot's eyes glowed coldly, and he looked ahead coldly without squinting.

"Grand Duke Backer...... This action is not safe. ”

"Exactly. The Knight's Sword is the knight's second life, and anyone who touches it can be killed. ”

Buckle squinted at Lancelot, staring at each other as his gaze slowly shifted.

"Release!"

“......”

Grand Duke Bakkel didn't speak, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled into an annoying smile.

"I let go, you don't dare touch me for a minute. I don't let go, do you dare to move half a finger to try? Do you want the whole of Great Britain to be turned upside down? King Arthur's most loyal patron knight, Lancelot. ”

Click!

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire palace completely froze.

All the nobles were so frightened that they forgot to breathe, and looked at the Archduke Buckle and the Lancelot who was facing him with pale faces.

At this time, not to mention the group of nobles, the sword-wielding guards even had the intention of hitting their heads to death.

The Knights of the Former Round Table were even more nervous, their eyes bloodshot one by one, and they knew that Lancelot really wanted to do it, and the five of them would only be killed if they went together. Although desperate death can inflict some fatal injuries on the other party, it is estimated that at that time, Grand Duke Bakir has already been chopped into meat sauce, and the family behind them is absolutely finished!

Lancelot's eyes widened, and the green tendons on his right hand showed his mood at this moment.

Of course, killing Archduke Bakr with a sword here is a refreshing thing. But in that case, there would be no doubt that the entire noble circle would be offended, and no one would ever again show any more allegiance to the Kingdom of Great Britain. In that case, Great Britain, which was founded by an aristocratic system, was equivalent to the death of the country overnight.

No nobility = no taxes = no army = powerless to protect the country...... That's the reality!

Political struggles have always been based on the battlefield and individual bravery, and although the management system of the state is based on the violent machinery of the army, it is always the group of people who can formulate national policies that really rule and stabilize the whole country.

Therefore, even though Grand Duke Bakr is just an ordinary person, when it comes to force, he is also an ordinary knight. If Lancelot wanted to, he could kill hundreds or thousands of his level in a day. But the forces behind him, his political and his status in the country...... Finish Lancelot.

Even if you are talented, talented, and powerful, you are above 10,000 people under one person. But Lancelot, you're one of the board. Soldiers, chariots, horses, artillery, elephants, and marshals -- you can only be a soldier, not a commander.

On the contrary, Grand Duke Bakir used his wisdom and means to overcome the limitations of the chessboard and became a chess master outside the chessboard. This is the quality gap with Lancelot, and it is no longer a gap that can be bridged by force and status. It's a "dimensional" gap.

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When Lancelot was in a dilemma, his eyes glared at Archduke Buckle but he felt powerless.

Finally, he sat upright and spoke to the one on the throne.

“...... Come back, Lancelot will be too rude to continue with the Grand Duke of our kingdom. ”

It's like unraveling something.

As Lancelot slowly withdrew his sword with a grim face, the atmosphere in the entire palace seemed to flow again, and everyone, including the two parties, felt a slight sigh of relief.

After sorting out his emotions, Grand Duke Bakker firmly suppressed the trace of palpitations just now.

And then, finally, in this moment...... The venue reached a climax.

KING-VS-KING!

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