The Les Invalides Church is a very simple church, somewhat similar to a convent. It was a group of Templars who were immersed in the practice here (whether or not they were devoted). That's right, the Templars were divided into three, six, nine, and so on, similar to those in the city and on the battlefield. As for the monastery knights who relied on the supply of the villagers in this kind of suburb, it was really miserable enough. However, it is generally old flesh and sick and pregnant (...... There are female knights) or people who have been oppressed and excluded from their work will be here.

So this time, the Invalides Church, which was supposed to belong to Goubuli Village, Bird Bu Township, heard that the leaders of the country and the royal family were coming, and of course they were all excited and wanted to climax. A series of cleanings were carried out up and down, and then the arrival of the royal family was awaited with the mentality of Robinson looking forward to an ocean-going vessel.

Then they ushered in Cybertron with the same face as if he had been wheeled by eighteen beauties. Of course, Cybertron also looks like a beautiful woman, so it should be a Cybertron with nineteen beautiful lilies - but the patriarch of the church thinks Cybertron who came first doesn't look good.

Then the queen came, and so did the rest of the royal family, a group of super-bigwigs, with the earl as the lowest rank - not a lot of them, but they fenced off the outside of the church. What elven kings, Duke Gawain, and Marquis Counts, such characters who usually stomp their feet and tremble in their territory, lowered their heads one by one under Cybertron's unhappy face, like schoolchildren, who were deeply afraid of what would happen to them.

Cybertron snorted and lowered his head even deeper, which made the patriarch of the church think that the kingdom was full of ultimate groundhog monsters! Cybertron snorts twice, and their heads will fall off!

Eventually, only Cybertron's spouse remained, as well as a few "trustworthy" (low-IQ) vassals in the chapel hall. Only the chapel of about 100 square meters is indeed a little smaller, with six rows of wooden benches on the left and right, and a pulpit at the front with only a silver candlestick as an ornament. The windows on the left and right are not mosaics, but they are simply rough and sketched with an oil pen by an unknown artist, and there is no small chapel where there is no family zài, and there is no family crest to hang.

"Irrelevant people go out, go out and go out!" Cybertron pointed to the patriarch of the church and said directly, no way, a group of church insiders also walked out - the new royal family is overbearing, and the usual big officials come to the church.

"How do you get the summoning ritual?" said Cybertron when he saw that everyone was out before asking the archangel Tyrell beside him.

"Draw the circle first. Tyrrell looked at the storm who was already working on the side, and smiled, "You still don't seem to like summoning each other?"

"Why did such a failed person summon him?" Cybertron looked at the boat and walked straight to the wooden chairs in the last row of the church and sat down. It seems that he is already indifferent to what happens next: "I heard you recount the other party's life, the governance of the country was a mess, the battlefield duel was hacked to death by your own illegitimate son, the private life was chaotic with your sister, the foreign expedition was excessive, the religious complex ruined the life, and the cuckold complex ruined three generations - what is this kind of person summoned for?"

“...... Cyber, don't talk too much. Tyrrell was stunned for a moment, and then said with a little anger: "The evaluation is too one-sided!

“...... A girl in her fifties?"

"What a terrible thing you say!-" Miss Nero, who was more than three thousand, snorted, and she was not joking when she was known as the Red Cyber.

Cybertron was momentarily speechless.

"Cyber, lend me your two holy swords. A smiling Tyrrell gently held out a hand to Cybertron.

"Uh...... Why?"

"Maybe it's useless for me to explain, after all, I'm about ...... I have completely forgotten how old I am. I guess it's old, right?"

"......?!?! "Damn! When did even Tyrell lose his temper? In the past, he was obviously a character with a mask and a face that was as easy to understand! How did he become like this now, and ended up in such a field!

Cybertron, who was frightened, strangely presented the holy sword Big Ivan and Nokia with both hands, and the speed was believable. Maybe I was scared by an honest person, and the appearance of trembling hands made several people around me a little surprised!-It turns out that I should also change my style of doing things?

There's not much to say about the process of summoning the ritual, and Cybertron has little interest in watching it - after all, he's seen all the rituals of summoning the demon king. The light and shadow effects are more gorgeous than this, the momentum is more majestic than this, and even the entrance fee is higher than this - you can't get in if you don't die.

But...... No matter how familiar it was, Cybertron put on the sunglasses that he had already prepared. If he knew that he was going to summon, it must be a blind dog's eye! Sunglasses made of specially processed spectacle lenses were worn on his face, and sure enough, the effect was outstanding—he could see most clearly when his eyes were closed.

"Saber has been summoned! Excuse me, are you my master?"

...... Wait, what do you say you are?

Wait!How...... Don't you have a mirror in front of you?

Standing in the center of the magic circle was a beautiful girl wearing a strange blue skirt and armor, and her hair was heroic! Of course, this beautiful girl was a little ...... Minor problem - looks like Cybertron!

"Wait, what are you doing over there, Cyber...... Isn't that right?...... Huh?"

"Hmm...... Sai...... No, no, over there...... Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

The hall suddenly remembered a series of exclamations, one after another, which made people believe that this was a human tragedy.

Of course, what is even more tragic in the world is King Arthur, who has just been summoned - this face is changeable, and the traffic light expression is the same as the seventy-two changes. To be exact, she is simply a beautiful girl who is a master of beauty - of course, this so-called beauty is based on ...... Very strange on the basis.

"Sister...... Sister?" glanced at Nero in red, of course, Cybertron felt the other party's gaze sweep down, and saw the pair of thirty-six Ds on Nero's chest before calling out sister.

“...... Mo...... Mordred?!? "The expression is even more terrifying is that after the other party saw Mordred, a pretty face was as wonderful as being tied up by tentacles.

But here's the problem...... This face comes from himself.

Cybertron has a feeling of being forcibly fed (silenced).

Since he has this face, and he looks so worthy of the aesthetic concept of his previous life, he will naturally have a very strange illusion of double standards. This is the most fundamental reason why we can accept dear Nero......

But...... Now the problem is a little stricter!

Since the family of three (Cybertron, Nero, Mordred) all look similar, the subtle differences can still be seen. To be exact, only those close to him can see it, for example, Nero's eyes are more rounded, and Mordred's facial features are slightly more three-dimensional.

But! This guy who has just been summoned, Cybertron wiped his eyes N times and didn't understand the slightest difference between himself and himself! Except for the slight difference in his voice (he listened to his own speech from the cause of bone conduction), he and himself were simply copy-pasted!

It's unbearable!

"How...... What's going on?" Cybertron pushed back the crowd and came to the summoned maiden.

"What's going on?" the summoned girl also looked at Cybertron in front of her with a look of almost puzzlement......, almost distorted.

"Shut up first, I'm the host, I'll ask!" Cybertron ordered the other party to shut up very domineeringly, after all, he was used to it: "Who are you, why are you with me...... We've got to be the same!"