Silent Crown Chapter 591: Protection
The Ward
In the silence, only Ye Qingxuan and Lancelot looked at each other.
"Leaving Avalon?"
For a long time, Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head: "Impossible."
Lancelot seems to have known the answer a long time ago, but Lancelot's expression remains unchanged, just asking: "Why?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, and was amused by the answer he thought of:
"Of course it is to save this city."
"You know, what I want to hear is not this kind of routine spoken at the award ceremony."
Lancelot shook his head: "I know, you brought the elite, with all your chips, you want to bet them on the gambling table, all, if you don't win, you die.
But you chose the wrong place, Ye Qingxuan, this is not a casino. Your opponent is a natural disaster, and it may even be...two. You will lose everything about yourself. "
He said, "Everyone who follows you here will die."
"Just to my liking."
Ye Qingxuan replied indifferently: "That's what they meant. They came here to die with me. If they didn't die because of my weakness, then they would be disappointed.
I know what else you want to say, but I won't leave here, never. "
Lancelot was silent for a long time, and sighed regretfully: "Little Ye Zi, after so many years, you always give me no choice..."
There was a collision outside the door, someone roared, and soon the roar disappeared.
The sound of the power armor sounded and stopped at the door.
Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned cold.
His guard was attacked by Lancelot's men, and he had a sense of measure, but it was definitely not appropriate.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't worry, they will protect you."
Lancelot lowered his head and said softly: "Protect you from here."
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Five hours ago, early in the morning.
In the pale fog, Nevin appeared icy fog, and the fog lingering between his mouth and nose gradually rose, winding up along the stone pillars of the gate of Westminster Abbey, and finally dissipating at the fingertips of the relief.
On the stone pillar, the relief of the saint is expressionless, just looking down at the quiet street, and at the fingertips, a drop of misty sweet dew drips slowly.
The dew fell on the back of Naiwen's hand, tightening the five fingers holding the hilt. The steel seemed to be carrying heat. Holding the sword tightly, you could feel the warmth of an illusion.
In just half a month, after experiencing symbolic blessings and purification, as well as complicated alchemy rituals, he implanted the alchemy matrix of the Witch’s Hammer into the back of his neck, and injected the muscle strengthening solution into the tendon sheath. The etheric nerve center and thousands of slender nerve filaments like spider silk have been integrated with the spine.
He is very different from the past.
Under special circumstances and Ye Qingxuan's request, in just half a month, he passed the decades of long training and trials of ordinary apprentices and became a newly promoted witch's hammer.
And the body that had been aging through the battles and tortures over the years, the body that walked up and down, also returned to its peak after several adjustments... or even more.
As the controller of the power armor, the knight is no different from steel, and the body is not far from the steel. It is not uncommon to cut off the original limbs in order to strengthen a certain aspect of performance. It is not uncommon to replace them with steel.
Naiwen’s cultivation direction is the most common ‘sword dancer’. No artificial internal organs are implanted, but the spine is partially transformed. Thousands of etheric nerve threads have brought superhuman reflex speed and dynamic vision.
Neven’s perceptual expertise allowed him to install another special matrix-thermal vision.
In that pair of bony-white eyes, all objects lost their color and turned into another strange horizon. All matter radiated heat, and even the clever disguise could not evade him. Insight.
For this reason, he was given the task of vigil.
In the shadow under the door, he stood quietly, his body under the gray robe was like a stone statue, motionless. Only when breathing occasionally, a slight white mist will be vomited in his mouth and nose to prove his existence.
But not long after midnight, he heard trivial footsteps in the distance.
"Who?"
He looked up suddenly and saw a figure coming from the end of the street, step by step towards Westminster Abbey.
Nevin's expression gradually tightened, raised his arm, and gestured to the lookout behind the door, then walked out of the shadows and declared in a low voice:
"A military garrison is ahead, please do not trespass."
The man seemed to chuck softly, but his steps did not stop, he still moved forward, one step, two steps, and the third step into the area ten meters in front of the door.
An order from the lookout post came.
——Intrude and kill.
At that moment, the silent Nevin stepped forward, and the sword blade from his waist popped out and fell into his hand. It drew a simple half arc in the air, and the streamer instantly surpassed a distance of several meters, towards him. The neck of the writer was cut off.
Under the gray robe, Naiwen's double ** replaced forward. Although he was running wildly, his body did not fluctuate, as if sliding smoothly, but the speed was incredible.
Only an instant, it was already close at hand, the blade fell, and the sound of steel rubbing sounded amidst the whistling sound.
The comer's arm is raised, the arm armor under the robes separates the blade, his hands stretched forward skillfully, his ten fingers clenched into a fist, and pressed against Nevin's liver and spleen.
In the dim light of the street lamp, that pair of arms faintly illuminated, calluses all over, thick and hideous, looking like cast iron. Before touching his body, he could feel the harsh wind pressure.
Nevin's pupils tightened.
This is a fighting technique for armored knights. For elite knights that have been modified and modulated, the defense of the heart and the head must be the top priority. I am afraid that the hardness of the bones has been strengthened through alchemy. , Let alone both hands, even a hammer attack is not necessarily effective.
Therefore, when facing the enemy, how to attack other secondary parts is the most important thing.
In a short moment, two snaps sounded.
Neven’s right hand held the sword too late to defend, but his left hand drew a short knife from the sheath bound inside his right arm, and cut it neatly towards the two palms.
The joints of the two palms rubbed together and made a crackling sound. At the last moment, they turned over forcibly. One hand locked Nevin's wrist, and the other hand seized the knife.
The crisp sound of snapping is the effect of Nevin's dislocation of the finger bones.
The opponent's strength is unexpectedly strong, it looks like a knight who has undergone a second strengthening of strength and bones.
The painful Naka Nawen, as if it had no effect, did not try to **** the blade again, but took the initiative to face the blade. The hilt in the right hand suddenly reversed, holding the long sword upside down, and poking it towards the carotid artery of the incoming person. !
Crash!
In the loud noise of the steel breaking, Naiwen's long sword suddenly broke, and the blade of the long sword rolled in the air and fell to the ground, making a sound.
And the arrow that broke the long sword in an instant rubbed Nawen's shoulder and nailed it into the stone, buzzing. Until the opponent's short knife sticks to his neck, the scream of arrows breaking through the air is long overdue.
He lost.
Nevin looked at the visitor blankly. Above the tower of Westminster Abbey, the deep sound of the winding crossbow sounded, aiming.
The visitor never cut Navin's throat, but took the short knife in an understatement. After looking at it for a while, he smiled softly and put the short knife back into Nawen's sheath with his backhand.
On the back of the flipped hand, the coat of arms is revealed.
——The Knights of the Round Table·Great Knight Badge.
In the Knights of the Round Table, one of the sixteen great knights stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Let’s stop here, guard, changing of guard."
Navin was stunned and frowned: "What do you mean?"
The great knight raised his hands and showed his military order: "On the order of Lord Lancelot-from now on, Westminster Abbey will be taken over by the Knights of the Round Table.
You are protected by the Knights of the Round Table..."
There was a deep roar from all directions.
As the thermal vision looked around, dozens of ether furnaces glowed with fiery scarlet color. The heavy power armor was driven by the ether furnace to travel through the streets of Avalon, and the steel roared low.
Yeah has completely surrounded the entire site of the Inquisition, Westminster Abbey.
In Westminster Abbey, the low voice of the power armor activated constantly. The arrow on the huge longbow aimed at the great knight far away.
Strong swords.
In the hall, the sleepy Shi Dong raised his eyes slightly and looked at the yawning Archbishop Mephistopheles: "We are... under house arrest?"
"Probably...Do you want to resist?"
"For hundreds of years, why would the great judge not know where to go at a critical time? Is this a curse?"
Shi Dong sighed a little troubled, for a long time, shook his head: "It's too much trouble, forget it."
He lowered his eyes again: "Since someone is watching the door, let the lads go to sleep in the dormitory. It's just when you are growing up, staying up late is not good, don't disappoint others."
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Under the same dark night, Watson yawned in the ruins of the original manor in Xiacheng and lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth.
The light of the cigarette smoke illuminates the long sword that is framed around the neck, and the blade has layers of lines on it. The lines are coquettish like flowers, and it is like a rare good sword.
A cold wind blew, and the battered desk wailed in front of him, as if it was about to collapse.
He took a deep breath of the aroma of tobacco, then relaxed, leaning on his wheelchair, and slowly scanning the surroundings. Looking at the shadows that surrounded themselves.
Half a minute ago, he was still sitting in his office, looking at the news from the informant behind his desk, and the fireplace was warm.
But half a minute later, the office had collapsed, and the four walls were instantly smashed by the ‘visitors’ who rushed in. Then, the fireplace was covered by the collapsed wall, and the warmth ceased.
Wason was surrounded by a long sword against his neck. He watched as his hands were simply and neatly restrained by the group of visitors, pressed to the ground, and put on shackles.
Light cover armor, fierce offensive methods, skillful sweeping actions, and various equipment specially created for secret killings. It can be seen that there are close plans and conspiracies...
"That rumor turned out to be true?"
Watson laughed: "The beheading troops built for the purpose of special operations during the war, or the assassin legion raised by Anglo... actually exist."
No one responded.
Those cold eyes are just staring at him, as long as he has the slightest sign of resistance, I am afraid that he will cut off his head without hesitation.
Wason didn’t doubt this, but he still couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and flicked the blade on his neck: "This sword is not bad, it is good quality, Tianzhu’s 100-grain steel, it should be smuggled. Where did you buy it?"
Seeing the circular mark at the end of the blade, he was suddenly foggy: "Oh, it's the crippled man in Ascaris Alley? It was taken from me. It's funny, I bought my sword to rob me... "
In the silence, someone sighed softly.
The person who took care of him separated, and a man in a coat walked over~IndoMTL.com~ dragged a broken chair and sat on the opposite side of Watson, the sword withdrawn.
"Be honest with each other, Mr. Watson."
He put a badge on the table: "Do you know this?"
Watson's eyebrows were raised slightly, "Oh, is the secret head of the military department? Disrespectful, disrespectful, has anyone told you that you crossed the border?"
The secret probe seems helpless, "I don't really want to get involved in the fifth department, but unfortunately, everything is always not satisfactory. For some reason, the above thinks that you are no longer reliable.
So, you need to cooperate with me. "
Watson smiled, "Or die?"
"Yes, or die."
The secret probe nodded, "We need to ensure that everything is transferred smoothly. Although you are fired, the work must always be handed over. Don't leave trouble for your successor, right?"
In the long silence, Watson smoked a cigarette and looked at him blankly. The whistleblower sat in a chair, waiting silently for his response.
Until a long time later, Watson smiled and spread his hands enthusiastically: "What are you waiting for, take the map. Welcome to copy the house, gentlemen!"
Soon, a map was spread on the broken table.
Wason dangling cigarettes and quickly marked on the map, one after another.
"Currently in Avalon, there are 17 secret warehouses, nine gangs, and 41 bank accounts.
A rough total of about 160 million pounds of working capital. The fixed assets are more than six times, and there are fifty large companies secretly holding shares......"
After spitting out a suffocating number, Watson pinched out the cigarette and smiled:
"Which should you start with?"
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