Arthur lay on the sofa in the helicopter cockpit and pointed and said, "Please, soldiers, go according to the coordinates I told you, don't get the wrong place. The airflow near this mountain area is a bit strange. If you go the wrong way, then our plane will fall like a stone."

Two soldiers from the Royal Guard nodded and replied in a deep voice: "I understand, sir. We are flying along the route you have given, please rest assured."

Arthur promised the two of them: "When you go back, I will ask you for merit and promotion. Of course, no matter what you see or hear, you are not allowed to say it. I think Your Majesty is also transferred to you because your daily performance is very reliable, right?"

The soldier on the left replied, "Yes, sir, we have always kept our mouths tight."

Arthur smiled, gently patted his fingers on the back of the sofa, and whispered: "It's great that that's great. I will give you a bright future. Maybe after you retire, I can arrange for you to work in some powerful departments. After all, the Royal Guards are the most elite army, and you deserve this kind of work."

The two soldiers couldn't help but look at each other. What kind of mission was performed this time? Is Duke Arthur so careful? Of course, the two of them were confident that no matter what kind of temptation they were placed in front of them, they were reliable candidates who could keep secrets. The Royal Guards were elites, and they were very welcome to Arthur's comments. Indeed, they always thought they were elites.

The armed helicopter landed gently on the ground, and the error of the coordinate points required by Arthur was no more than thirty centimeters. Arthur trembled out of the cockpit and looked at his destination in front of him with satisfaction. He ordered the two soldiers: "It may take some time for me to go over, but no matter what, wait for me here. If anything unusual happens, it is absolutely normal, do you understand?"

The two soldiers were stunned for a moment and said kindly: "Sir, don't we help you over?"

Arthur shook his head: "No, you can't bear it. I can't drive a helicopter, so I can only leave you here." After that, he trembled towards the mountain more than 300 meters away. The peak was about 500 meters high, and there was no tree in its entirety, bare and inconspicuous.

The two soldiers looked at Arthur, shook their head helplessly, and began to discuss some boring issues. One of them slapped the GPS positioner on the plane and said with a tsk sound: "The Americans are too stingy. The signal of their positioning system is actually about ten meters. Look at the Chinese, God, they actually provide military-precision signals to all users. Even our British army has used their equipment..."

Another one is so sour: "All right, they have money. How many GPS satellites did the Americans launch? The Chinese launched forty-eight... But look at the countries on the mainland, the European positioning system that has been clamoring for more than ten years has not been developed yet."

The two were chatting, while Arthur had already walked to the foot of the mountain, looked at the peak of the mountain that seemed to be a sharp sword piercing the sky with a respectful look, and prayed a few words gently. No matter how rumors spread from the outside world, no matter how ridiculous historians could verify whether King Arthur existed, in the hearts of Arthur and the other twelve knights of the round table, this was the holy land, and this was the place where King Arthur and his close comrades finally slept.

Arthur still vaguely remembered what his grandfather told him that King Arthur finally lived a life like a monk. In such a dedicated practice, he was led to heaven by angels... Other legends circulating on the market really made Arthur laugh so hard that his stomach hurts, which is simply nonsense.

A wound was gently cut on his fingers, and Arthur dripped blood on the smooth boulder in front of him. If you look carefully, there were vaguely evident symbols on this ground, which was a magic circle preserved from ancient times.

Arthur chanted the spell gently, and the ground trembled slightly...

The two soldiers were still chatting, sympathizing with the unlucky British soldiers who were bombing in Iraq all day long. Then they saw something they would never forget in their lives. A milky white light filled with divine aura rose from the ground where Arthur stood in front of him. A ball of white light as big as a fist circling in the light. Arthur's hair fluttered, and he was cross-shaped, shouting loudly. Then, a white light flashed and Arthur disappeared.

The two soldiers opened their mouths wide and could not move for five minutes. They finally understood why Arthur had to keep them secrets just now. This situation is something that humans cannot recognize at this stage.

Arthur appeared in a cave in the mountain, a naturally formed cave, and then it was slightly trimmed and turned into the form of a small church. A granite coffin was quietly parked in the center of the cave, and around it, there were twelve coffins of the same texture, but slightly smaller, surrounding him.

Arthur knelt respectfully, held his chest with both hands, and prayed softly.

Around the cave, some armor, swords and other items were neatly placed. These were the things that King Arthur and others used when they fought in the war. If they could flow into the cultural relics market, it would definitely cause a sensation. The passage of time did not bring any changes to them. The exquisite golden silk pattern far exceeds the level of craftsmanship at that time revealed an incomparable majesty and solemnity, and each piece was a priceless treasure.

Instead of looking at the armor, Arthur gently walked around a coffin and walked to the sarcophagus in the center. A set of silver knight armor was neatly placed on the ground according to various parts of his body. The armor was very thin, about no more than two millimeters thick, emitting a soft light. Unlike other armors, he had no decorations in his body.

Arthur dripped his blood on his helmet and muttered a few words. The armor turned into a milky white spot of light and quietly merged into his body. A milky white sword shadow appeared from the sarcophagus, wandering around Arthur for a few times, quietly merged with him.

Arthur's body was filled with powerful force. The wound on the chest that was shot miraculously recovered. Arthur felt that his physical strength had improved a lot compared to before, and he had really changed a lot.

He dared not stay in the cave for too long. A human being could not disturb the holy land for too long. His heart was filled with gratitude. Arthur moved out through the magic circle in the cave.

After gently tapping the window of the helicopter, Arthur said to the two stupid soldiers with a slight look: "Gentlemen, let's go back to London, okay? When we were circling around the mountains, we had already wasted a day. We need to go back to London as soon as possible... I think, maybe the city of London will be very lively now."—

The city of London is indeed very lively at this moment.

Yi Chen took Phil and Gore, and the three of them were wearing black windbreakers and covered with a tight hood on their heads, gliding in the air like three ghosts. Yi Chen smiled and said, "Your ability to control the atmosphere is getting better and better. Well, you are more lighter than my movements when flying... Oh my God, why don't you give me a little special talent?"

Firgore smiled honestly for a few times without answering. Yi Chen knew in his heart that God is fair to everyone, so let’s talk about other people. If the core of the true essence is destroyed, it will be impossible for him to continue practicing in this life, but he got up from the desperate situation. This is a kind of talent.

The high and low walls of the Tower of London appeared in sight. In the sky, a crescent moon spread the dim light. In the moonlight, the Tower of London was like a crouching monster. Yi Chen's divine thoughts penetrated, um, seven or eight ordinary guards, and then, there were twelve very powerful energy auras. The twelve people actually formed a circle and sat at the entrance of the basement.

Yi Chen calculated the strength comparison. With the help of two swords of the Tianxing Sect, Firgore could easily deal with these round table knights, but he rushed into the basement with violence, swept all the treasures, and then the three of them took it away directly.

Yi Chen suddenly laughed. His plan was really perfect. As the second wave of attack power, Jester and Philee operated large-caliber sniper rifles against those damn knights. Let's see if they can have a solution.

Should we notify Jester and the others now and use a sniper rifle to kill the two people? But taking care of Filgore's stubborn sense of honor, Yi Chen gave up this idea. The two big black men insisted on defeating these knights with the most righteous means, and they said that this was a habit they developed in the boxing ring. Then, take care of them. Anyway, the plan will definitely succeed, as long as Arthur is still lying on the bed.

Yi Chen waved his right hand forward, and Phil Gore punched each other with a whistling sound of wind, jumped over the wall of the Tower of London, and rushed to the place where the twelve round table knights were located in the direction Yi Chen pointed.

The two brothers did not set out their swords, but used their huge fists to slam out. They had reached the top of the twenty-eight constellations star power and were about to break through to the level of the star power of the Great Zhoutian. In every move, they brought a faint silver light. With their natural power to control the atmosphere, a silver tornado on their fists roared towards the face of the round table knight in front.

Phil punched the knight with all his strength, and while Gore punched, he swept a side kick on his left foot, kicking the knight's right chest. The two of them roared angrily: "Ha, let's challenge you."

If the two of them didn't say this, the unlucky guy would avoid their attacks. After all, they were always wary of the assaults that could come at any time. Even if he couldn't dodge, the eleven companions behind him could help him resist these attacks, and at the same time they had the strength to launch a counterattack, which immediately put the two brothers in a passive situation. Who said that they were twelve people? But the challenges mentioned by the two brothers made these guys who were deeply poisoned by the knight's thoughts stunned, and several others were actually saluted according to the strict knight etiquette since childhood, preparing to formally accept one-on-one challenges.

Yi Chen stood on the nearby tower and shook his head gently: "It's pitiful, these knights with rigid heads. Actually, they are easy to deal with..."

Phil hit the knight's face with a punch, and at the same time Gore's side kick hit his right side. With the sound of a fracture, the knight had no time to hum, and spit out his mouth with big teeth, and the broken body flew out like a kite. Phil collapsed his face, and Gore kicked almost all the bones on his upper body on his right. If the holy power in the knight's body had not automatically protected the master and reduced most of the impact, this guy would have died tragically on the spot.

Phil yelled: "Come on, you're welcome. The so-called King Arthur's round table knights, come on, like real warriors, fight us."

Gore shouted: "Don't hide behind like a woman. Your companions are defeated by us. Then, you fight, like a real knight, come on, pull out your weapons, come on. Eleven? It doesn't matter, we challenge you eleven at the same time."

The remaining round table knights looked at each other, but they still didn't take Arthur's words too much, resulting in the loss of a companion as soon as they met, and their powerful combined formation lost its effectiveness. So they had to use the tacit understanding that everyone had cultivated since childhood and their own strength to defeat these enemies.

At the eleven people's hand, a cross sword with two hands appeared in their hands. They raised their swords to the sky, prayed in a solemn expression, and then pointed the tip of the sword at Phil and the others.

The Philgore brothers snorted a few times, and a powerful airflow surrounded the body, like two tornadoes. At the same time, a trace of silver light churned in the airflow, looking scary. Since they broke through to the twenty-eight constellations, they could already merge the sword and the body. At this moment, with one hand, their giant sword had appeared in their hands.

Yi Chen sat down gently and prepared to enjoy this fight... There is still time, don't worry, right?

Eleven knights looked at Phil with a solemn expression. The long sword in Gore's hand and the black sword body emitted a dazzling red light, and a wave of heat came to his face. This was the heat emitted by the sword itself. If the other party deliberately drove all the power of the sword, what would it be like?

Phil slowly swung his sword, and a series of afterimages appeared around his body. A circle of red sword energy mixed with the urge torment the heat swept around. Phil violently injected the true energy in his body into the sword in his hand. Suddenly, the sword was shining brightly. Only a purple-red Hokage could be seen roaring and rolling up hundreds of feet of raging flames, and pounced towards the knights opposite.

Gore injected all his strength into the sword and stood quietly. The sword gradually made a roar, and the "Dangdang" was shocking. A red light pierced the tip of the sword from the hilt of the sword. A kirin monster composed of flames roared down from the sword body and rushed towards the eleven knights. Its figure appeared in the surging flames emitted by Phil, and the sharp claws emitting purple electric light slashed out with a sound of breaking through the air.

Ten knights jumped up quickly, their toes slashed on the surrounding buildings, and their bodies flashed very quickly. White lights slashed out from their swords, forming a howling sword net to face the attacks of Phil and Gore.

Finally, the knight suddenly knelt on one knee, looked at the sky with reverence, murmured in his mouth, and a holy light surged from him. Then, his energy aura suddenly became more than ten times stronger in Yi Chen's divine consciousness. After a roar in his mouth, he stabbed out with a brutal sprint.

Behind, Gore roared and slapped his feet on the ground. Hundreds of earth and stone pillars rose from the ground and roared through the air. Then, he jumped up directly, without any fancy strength, and slashed down.

The surging flames emitted by the sword net and Phil hit each other. Phil spewed out blood, his feet were uncertain, and he slashed out hundreds of swords randomly, and then flew backwards. The knights were burned by the three-flavor fire brought by the Phil sword. Several unlucky ones were burned with their eyes and waved the knight sword in their hands randomly. Then, the malicious Qilin beast hidden in the flames swung out. Before it died, its fire claws had already brought three or two kilograms of human flesh on the chests of the three knights. The high temperature caused a scent of barbecue to be heard in the air.

The knight whose power suddenly increased, his sting was originally aimed at Phil's chest, but Phil was knocked away by his companions. His sting, which was as bright as a comet, had a strong ray of flame-tail, lost his target. He used a heavy punch of ten thousand pounds but hit the recoil force of the air, which made his chest feel uncomfortable. At this moment, Gore's heavy blow slashed down.

The sprint was when the force began to decay from its strongest, while Gore's whole body's spiritual energy was perfectly integrated, slashing out this absolutely perfect, natural sword, and even the star power around him was attracted. A little bit of silver light slowly gathered on the sword edge. The two sword edges collided, and a trace of electric light shot out. The powerful force made both of them groan, and the internal organs of the five internal organs tumbling.

It was like a bombshell exploded, with a loud bang and dazzling light. A fiery red cloud rose in the Tower of London. Gore was thrown out like a sandbag. The unlucky knight had broken his legs and collapsed in a hole more than two meters deep.

The knights who fell from the air met the stone pillars that Gore hit. They had no time to dodge, and they tried their best to wave their already burnt arms and used the long sword in their hands to dial these stone pillars with powerful strength.

With Yi Chen's soft applause, each of the ten knights was hit by two or three stone pillars, and their bodies flew up five or six meters high, and they fell to the ground with a bang.

Filgore and his two clothes were broken, their hands were about to break, and their pain was extremely painful, and their bodies were extremely limp. There was a strong sweet smell in their throats. They couldn't hold back in one breath, and they vomited another mouthful of blood.

Yi Chen flew down and slapped a few palms on the two of them. The powerful true energy hit their bodies, giving them some energy, and at least they could run and jump. Yi Chen shook his head and said, "If it weren't for your sword's weirdness and they suffered a great loss, you two would have been dismembered. However, it was really fun to think about it. A fire turned these noble knights into dead dogs."

Yi Chen signaled the two to leave first so that they would not be able to hold themselves back when they ran away later. Besides, they didn’t need to stay. The twelve round table knights have become half-dead, so how could they have the strength to resist? Moreover, their masks were broken. If someone saw their true faces, wouldn’t it be a big trouble in the future?

Phil and Gore didn't insist, and they couldn't resist it anymore. They honestly jumped over the wall and walked towards the old nest secretly and roundabout the bush.

Yi Chen gently approached the round table knights who were sank on the ground. Except for five or six who fainted, everyone else looked at Yi Chen with anger. Yi Chen smiled strangely: "Okay, noble knights, you are too arrogant... aren't it? Because of your pride, you suffered a lot. Why is there only one person who stings strongly? If it is three, four, or five, my subordinates will be dead."

A knight with a mild injury was trembling all over and wanted to get up, humming: "No, you can't insult us... I ask for a duel with you, a duke that will last forever, accept my challenge, if you still have a sense of honor."

Yi Chen walked over and kicked him hard in the stomach, kicking away the little bit of strength left in his body. He smiled and said, "No, sir, honor? What is honor? Can honor be spent as money? It's so ridiculous. A half-dead person like you actually challenged me? In order to tell you what the consequences of your stupid behavior will bring, I want to teach you a little lesson."

Yi Chen stomped the knee of another knight under his feet. The guy screamed and fainted from the pain. The knight who challenged Yi Chen roared: "You, bastard... why did you hurt my companion? Come and hurt me, kill me."

Yi Chen walked towards the basement door disdainfully and muttered: "Make you regret it, let you learn something. When you don't have chips in your hand, you don't have the right to negotiate with others. Now I have mastered all the situations in the field, so I am God, and you should respect me and obey me, and you actually challenged me. It's so ridiculous, ridiculous."

Yi Chen flew out a silver flying star sword, and a series of devastating silver stars were scattered. The trained silver rainbow pierced the recast iron gate, cutting open a portal that was enough for Yi Chen to enter.

Waving his hand, the Flying Star Sword circling around his body, Yi Chen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I'm going to move away the most precious treasure of your British Empire. I'm so embarrassed. The client originally only had a gem, but why should I be so honest? Why didn't I take away all the treasures?"

A knight fainted, and the remaining two awake knights sighed helplessly, their hearts filled with a strong sense of shame. If they still had the strength and if the sword was still in hand, they would definitely fight with Yi Chen.

A guy swore to Yi Chen word by word, "I swear in the name of God and in the honor of my family, I must find out your background, I must kill you. If I cannot complete this task, then my children and my descendants will inherit my will, and my hatred towards you must be cleansed by your blood and your family's blood."

Yi Chen stared at him and stopped taking the jewelry. He asked him in a weird tone: "Do you have children now?"

The knight shook his head: "No...but I will definitely kill you. I swear with the honor of the knight."

Yi Chen said coldly: "You have no chance, stupid..." His little finger raised, and a broken star sword energy stabbed out quickly. The knight's head was smashed like a broken watermelon.

The only knight who was still awake shouted shrillly: "Oh my God, you killed him... God... no."

At the same time, a loud roar came from afar. The man was also roaring wildly: "No, no..." A long rainbow came through the sky, and Arthur landed on the spot, staring foolishly at the knight's body missing.

Yi Chen's heart twitched heavily: "Damn it, wasn't Arthur seriously injured? But judging from his appearance, there was no injury at all. Why did he arrive at the trap now? Is it a trap? Unlike, no one will use the lives of his subordinates to avoid the trap. Then, he has an adventure that has recovered his injuries... Damn it, let's go..."

Yi Chen ordered urgently: "Jester, Feli, see the opportunity and kill Arthur." He had already integrated his sword, and a silver rainbow broke through the air. At the same time, the "chaotic star finger" that had been comprehended recently in the Tianxing Sect's control star power field suddenly appeared, and circles of silver halos transformed by the twisted star power appeared behind him, blocking Arthur's pursuit. If an ordinary person or an ordinary monk fell into the halo caused by these star powers, it would be like a ship hitting a vortex in Shanghai, and it would be difficult for him to escape after a long time.

Arthur did not chase after him, but walked up dazedly, staring at the headless corpse, and cried: "God, why don't you listen to my persuasion? I said, we must deal with them with all our might... God, why can't you get rid of the boring chivalrous spirit? What we are facing is not the same knights as you... Why do you irritate him? Why do you threaten him? Don't you know? For your own safety, these people can kill all those who may threaten them."

Arthur hugged the corpse regardless of blood: "Joseph... Oh my God, Joseph... Look, look at you, look at what you are now, God, please don't let him leave like this. You are a fool, a fool..."

Arthur suddenly threw away the body, slapped the only awake knight a few times, and scolded: "Look, look, see, see what you did? You can work together to defeat me, but you can't deal with someone who is inferior to me... The honor of the knight? Hum? The pride of the knight? Hum? The integrity of the knight? Hum? The spirit of the knight? Hum? What are those, what are those shit? Look, what are you now? One died and eleven seriously injured. Who knows if you can save these companions?"

Arthur whispered: "Remember, remember, you remember it for me. Now is the 20th century, an era of strength, conspiracy, and cruel hearts. Knights? It does not belong to this era..."

Arthur slowly stood up and pointed at the sky and sweared: "I don't care who you are, I don't care how powerful you have, I don't care how powerful you have, I must kill you, I swear... I swear with the honor of King Arthur, I must kill you... You killed Joseph, you killed my partner who grew up with me, I swear, I must kill you."

Arthur looked excited and had no energy to notice the changes in the outside world. Jester and Phil pulled the trigger of the 14.5mm-caliber anti-equipment sniper rifle on the roof of the building 300 meters apart.

Two sniper bullets with poisonous splattered on them roared at Arthur. Arthur looked dazed and didn't hear the sound of breaking through the air. Seeing that the two bullets were about to hit his forehead and back, the armor he got from King Arthur's tomb played a role. A hazy white light rose out of nowhere, and the armor automatically penetrated his body. The two bullets were less than a centimeter from Arthur's body, blocked by a tough white light curtain, and then fell to the ground.

Arthur was sweating all over his body. He looked at the two bullets flashing with dark blue light in fear. If he hadn't obtained this armor, then...

Jester and Philee had long abandoned the two sniper rifles and quickly left the sniper position.

Jester glided lightly in the air like a bat, muttering: "The boss must be very angry. Damn, I saw that the money was gone... Damn God, what kind of armor was that Arthur wearing? He wasn't afraid of bullets... What if he used a rocket launcher next time? Ah, Kane is an expert. If it really doesn't work, just use a car bomb... I'm not a knight, I don't want to fight against an opponent I can't defeat... Hum..."-

Just when the first ambulance arrived at the Tower of London, a passenger plane from Tokyo, Japan landed at London Airport. Surrounded by more than 20 special ninjas, Sakura walked towards the entrance with a very eye-catching crimson warrior uniform and carrying a long package roll.

An airport security guard frowned and muttered to his colleagues: "That guy is carrying a long sword? Why is he on the plane on Tokyo? Hum? Do you need to catch him?"

His colleague looked through the passenger registration form and shook his head and said, "No, this sword has been registered. It is an ancient Japanese handicraft. He is a well-known Japanese figure and will not hijack."

Sakura smiled and took twenty-seven Tsinnins to formally set foot on the land of England. In the package in his hand, "Killing Yue" trembled slightly.

Far away in the Tower of London, Arthur felt the sword in the stone inside his body tremble slightly-

Yi Chen stood far away on the roof of a tall building, looking at the direction of the Tower of London, and said fiercely in his heart: "Arthur, your life is so great... It seems that Bai Jiade's diamond is not available for the time being... It doesn't matter, he has not completed my commission anyway, I have time. Arthur, wait. No matter what means I use, I will definitely kill you and take away what I want."

At the same time, in somewhere in Russia, Yali, the boss of Fatadio who had just returned from a banquet, was suddenly ambushed by seven unidentified gunmen and escaped with minor injuries. Seventeen of his bodyguards died at the scene. Yali, who was furious, used his power to search for the assassins, but found no clues. Helplessly, he thought of Yi Chen...
Chapter completed!