If you can become one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, it almost means that your strength has been ranked among the top 30 people in the kingdom. And it's just hard power.

All Knights of the Round Table will be equipped with a special Noble Phantasm of the [Diamond] Realm, and the strength can be said to be multiplied by twice the number.

So this is the pride shared by those who can be selected as the Knights of the Round Table, and they have the confidence that they will never lose to anyone!

Even if the other person is a user of black mana!

"Uh-oh-oh~" The gray-haired man named Alazen Condorf roared and rushed forward, the sword he held had strange and intricate patterns wound around it, and the snow-white blade appeared sharper, shining sharply in the sun. At the same time, the two guards who followed him also charged after him.

The three of them attacked from a relatively wide distance, attacking from the right and left in front of Doso at the same time, with the aim of making it impossible to parry. This should have been the right approach with a lot of tried-and-true approach.

But he didn't even have a basic battle stance, and Doso just raised his eyebrows slightly. A black hole so small that it was not even perceptible appeared abruptly at the feet of the three of them, and although it was such a small thing, the terrifying pulling force it produced tore off the large bones of the legs of the two weaker guards. Holding his thighs, he screamed and fell to the ground, losing his ability to fight.

With his keen intuition and precise dodging, Alazen stepped on the ground and jumped high, easily exceeding the height of three people, carrying the potential energy of his fall and his own powerful strength, and slashed down with his sword in both hands.

The blow was undoubtedly capable of splitting through heavy rocks and slicing through rushing waves, and out of confidence in his own strength, Allah had believed that he could stand in the way of any opponent.

The next moment, it was bounced away violently.

It's like a rubber ball hitting a solid stone wall, flying backwards as fast as it comes, tumbling on the ground and falling, kicking up a lot of dust.

He still hadn't even raised his arms, and his bandaged hands had even been detached from the plaster, revealing the uninjured arm muscles inside. It's as if the whole body is made up of lies, everything you experience here, everything you see, even the body itself, is false.

Blocking in front of Doso, it was a black vortex that gradually dissipated at this time. It was just such a thing that completely defended Alazen's full force and knocked him out with a powerful counterforce.

Allah had tumbled and fallen while also being deeply shocked. Who the hell is it that beats himself as a Knight of the Round Table of the Kingdom to the point that he has no power to fight back?! Even the Demon [Duke] level Warcraft may be invincible, but it is impossible to do it in such a one-sided form!

What the hell is sacred?!

With one hand on the ground, his body that was tumbling at great speed flew up on his side, and he forcibly straightened his body with brute force in this way, and was ready to regain his fighting posture.

At some point, the blonde man with flashing blood-red eyes had already come to him, and he was silently close enough to meet Lian.

"Human," Dosso said, still in a cold tone like a cold ice cellar, but one could feel the surging and trembling negative emotions in it, a deep contempt for humanity, "Human, you are too weak. ”

You're too weak. Dosso said to the dignified Knights of the Round Table of the Kingdom. In the next moment, Doso blasted away the sword blow with a punch, and with his other hand, he grabbed the rapidly forming black hole of magic and blasted into Alazen's abdomen.

Just like the sandworms before it, the muscles were torn and deformed by a powerful force that could not be defied by the specifications, and they were twisted and broken in a spiral.

It is already very serious, and I don't know if it will be able to return to normal in the future.

On the battlefield farther ahead, looking at the gradual rout of your own army, at the black mecha rampaging through the battlefield. The Demon King took a deep breath and jumped down from the top of the Sky Turtle's head above the sky hundreds of meters high. Accelerated by gravity, accelerated and accelerated, and a dark blue lightning bolt lit up above his arm, like a meteor falling from the sky to the ground, falling down with a terrifying momentum that destroyed everything.

The target was aimed at the mecha controlled by Han Taku, who was in the center of the battlefield.

Han Tuo could also feel the sense of crisis that rushed towards him, like a thousand sharp weapons hanging above his head. The kinetic attacks of the whole body flowed to the moving part of the arm, and the cracks in the steel opened and closed, expelling the scorching steam from the body, rolling up a circle of ash in the surrounding area.

Some living scientists have come to the conclusion that the force produced by boxing is equal to the product of weight multiplied by speed multiplied by grip strength. The power generated by the mecha's mechanical braking even made a "crunch" steel grinding sound in the palm of the hand, and flames erupted from the gaps in the steel in the arm, thus gaining huge acceleration. The fist is pulled out from the opposite side of the waist, slashing through the legs, across the chest and straight to the head, and the strange fist swing can press the weight of the whole body.

A vague afterimage swept through the place where the Iron Fist passed, and the huge recoil force even caused the hard ground that the mech used to use its strength to create a ravine, and the large stone had turned to powder from the heavy foot on it.

The two hostile sides of heaven and earth were violently intertwined in the sound of people swallowing spit.

Then Han Tuo gradually retreated.

The demon king is like a thunder god descending, and the thunder and lightning all over his body wrap himself tightly like armor, and he manipulates the thunder and lightning to destroy everything that can be destroyed with the spirit of crushing everything.

A deep pit had already appeared on the ground, and the full force of the mecha's blow had been completely disintegrated, and the demon king had been severely suppressed in the pit with an extremely powerful blow. The body of steel had begun to crack, and the trajectory of the fiery red energy circulating between the cracks slowly began to dim, and the steel-wrapped human form finally appeared.

"Mr. Hantuo?!" the face beneath the iron face of the mecha made Lifa, who had been following her, exclaim.

I have to say that because of the extremely accurate judgment of the Demon King, the morale of human beings is like being poured a basin of cold water head-on. In the eyes of many warriors, the invincible black mecha finally ushered in the fate of being defeated, and some of the confidence built up with it began to collapse.

"Goo, wow~" Because the feeling of squeezing was too serious, Han Tuo below couldn't help but shout.

"You bastard, get out of here!" was the roar of the beast. In the face of the Demon King, Gaigalen, who did not dare to recklessly release the power of his whole body, gave up his original physical state with more human appearance, and completely incarnated into a huge giant bear.

This is the strongest fighting stance that an orc warrior possesses, [Complete Beast].

On the way to run, he suddenly spun like a spinning top, and he didn't know that Gagallon, who had rotated hundreds of times in a short period of time, used the powerful kinetic energy obtained in this way to violently bombard the Demon King's lightning armor with his fist.

It's so loud that it doesn't resemble the roar of flesh colliding.

The demon king crossed his arms and ate the blow hard, but he still flew out upside down because of the huge momentum. On the other hand, Gagaren's side quickly adjusted his battle posture after making such an exaggerated attack, staring at the demon king who flew out upside down with a vigilant gaze like no one.

The Demon King had just stood still, but his head jerked to the side, and a sword blade silently came from behind him, and the direction went straight to the Demon King's neck.

The attacker quickly retreated after a single blow, re-posing and waiting.

The Demon King turned his body slightly and used the direction of his arms to deal with the attackers on both sides. The atmosphere was speechless, but it was like countless swords fighting back and forth, filled with the determination to kill.

"You guy?!" said the Demon King with a hideous face.

"Come, Redl Satan. Horst, who was carrying the sword, said coldly, "Let's let all the grievances end." ”

In the thirteenth [War of Men and Demons], it can be said that the three people who are generally considered to be the strongest in battle finally met at this moment.