Chapter 1286: Chapter 13: Your Generation Is Lacking
Magically, as soon as she stepped out of the castle gates, Gillian felt her power returning — and with it, once again, she felt the terror that Mordred exuded.
Beside him, it seemed countless resentful spirits and devils were constantly roaring… These resentful spirits and devils even incessantly tried to devour his body.
In an instant, what Gillian thought of was pain… the pain of being crazily bitten.
But this seemed like an illusion; when the cold wind blew, what she saw was his ordinary and thin figure.
She looked from afar at that formidable Knight Lino… he was also a powerful knight, but if tasked to deal with her, she could only take a roundabout strategy.
“You should have also blocked other knights just now.” Gillian frowned at this moment: “Now your leaving the prison has probably already been reported to the Knight Agency… Forget it, let’s leave here first.”
“Wait a little longer, there are still a few small fries.” As Mordred spoke, he lifted his head to look at the night sky above.
The witch was momentarily stunned; in the night sky, somehow a transporter was hovering… at this moment, three figures were jumping down from the transporter.
They landed, forming a triangular position… Gillian widened her eyes and her expression instantly turned grim!
The three people who came down from the transporter were the very two Knights of the Twelve Round Table she met several hours ago… Gareth and the Clown!
As for the third figure standing apart from Gareth and the Clown, it was a woman in a tailcoat.
A not very pretty smile appeared on Gillian’s face as she lifted her hair, “It seems dear Perkins still doesn’t trust me, actually dispatching several people to follow all the way here… Then, this beautiful lady standing over there, since you can act together with Gareth and Mr. Clown, you must be the only woman who has inherited the name of [Lancelot Du-Lake], Lancelot, right?”
“I think he should have refused you from the start.” Gareth said with an expressionless face, his gaze locked onto Mordred.
Indeed, both Mr. Clown and Lancelot were the same… they didn’t pay much attention to the Mind Witch.
The witch didn’t mind their disdain, laughing softly as she said, “The people of Doomsday Myth are still lurking on your nation’s soil… instead of eradicating them, you escorted me all the way here, aren’t you afraid of wasting time?”
“That’s uncertain; maybe the threat here is even greater.” The Clown revealed a smiling face.
Actually, they were all closing in… Gareth, the Clown, and Lancelot were all gradually approaching, pletely sealing the escape routes the witch might have thought of.
Even though beside her stood the once most fearsome and evil knight, in facing three Knights of the Twelve Round Table simultaneously, she felt somewhat uncertain deep down… After all, as Mordred put it, the toxins in him were only half cleared.
Though he shattered the statues of those Great Knights and former Round Table Knights in a single blow, those were merely Heroic Spirits retaining a small fraction of their life’s power.
But Gareth and the other two had pletely inherited the power of the Round Table Knights, at the peak period of the present age…
“You all are the current generation of the Twelve Knights.” Mordred surveyed them, from Gareth to the Clown, and finally stopping at Lancelot, slightly frowning.
“Indeed so.” Gareth was reliable in serious occasions… at least more reliable than the Clown beside him, “Farael, please return to the castle… your sentence still has seven hundred ninety-three years.”
“Farael…” Mordred inhaled lightly, “It’s been a long time since anyone called me by that name.”
“After all, you’ve been stripped of the name [Mordred].” Mr. Clown’s smile turned into a crying face, with a teasing tone: “Even though the Knight Agency never personally deprived you of the [Mordred] legacy power, leading to, until now, [Mordred] still remains vacant.”
Mordred… Farael was silent for a moment before slowly saying, “I promised this Mind Witch to help her with something. After it’s done, I will return… How about it, I don’t want to draw my sword against the Twelve Round Table here.”
“In that case…” Mr. Clown’s crying face turned into a smile again, “I suddenly thought of a better way… if this woman dies, then you won’t have to go out, right?”
Swoosh—!
A cold light, in this abrupt moment, shot directly towards the Mind Witch… it was the flying knife in the hand of Jester Dagonet!
But the witch wasn’t startled, having been secretly on guard, and as she prepared to fend it off, the blade of the Golden Greatsword positioned itself before her, blocking the flying knife.
The Clown’s flying knife wasn’t a real attack… As it shot out, his figure moved, and in the instant the Golden Greatsword deflected the flying knife, he had already approached Farael with a simple punch aimed at Farael’s face.
Despite Mr. Clown’s short stature, seemingly not strong, he was, however, reputed as having the highest physical strength and sheer power among the current Twelve Knights.
But this punch that directly hit couldn’t shake Farael… it even failed to displace his cheek in the slightest!
In an instant, Farael’s head tilted slightly back, then swiftly rammed forward — his forehead directly clashing with the Clown’s head.
Bang—!
The Clown flew backward instantly!
“Actually, outdoing Dagonet in sheer physical power…” Gareth was alarmed, but reacted extremely fast, without any hesitation, thrusting his sword the instant Mr. Clown flew backward!
The sword’s tip darted out like lightning, executing eighteen successive strikes, which Farael effortlessly evaded with his eyes closed… The sword wind from the tip simultaneously created eighteen holes in the castle gate wall behind.
“Still not fast enough.”
The voice echoed in Gareth’s ear, and simultaneous to the pain expanding from his chest… it was the hilt of the Golden Sword slamming into Gareth’s chest — like the Clown, he too was sent flying backward.
In just a few seconds, when the Clown rose from the ground, Gareth was crashing into him… the Clown caught him.
They exchanged a glance and then sharply pulled out amulets from around their necks… amulets, the source of the Twelve Round Table’s power.
But when the power of their legacy manifested, a shadow suddenly appeared before them… The legacy power flowing on them, the brilliance cloaking their bodies, summoned the sacred armor capable of invoking the Twelve Knight’s power.
“Too slow! Too slow!”
Farael’s Golden Greatsword swung down, striking both Gareth and the Clown’s bodies… the sacred armor that hadn’t fully appeared shattered in an instant!
Gareth spat out blood… the sacred armor of the legacy hadn’t been donned, and yet was defeated again?
“What kind of inheritors are this generation?” Farael’s Greatsword swung again, this time sending the Clown flying, smashing him upwards, “Deploying sacred armor actually took a second… you dare call yourselves the Round Table?”
Meanwhile, darkness enveloped behind Farael… A Black Armored Knight appeared behind him without anyone knowing when!
The black armor covered the entire body, a faint purple-black light flickered over the black armor!
“You seem capable, but still fairly ordinary!”
Farael turned around, and this time the Great Sword did not make a slapping motion, but directly cleaved out… The Black Armored Knight was greatly shocked, raised his treasured sword to block, but was hit by the power of a single slash, with half his body sinking directly into the ground… The treasured sword in the Black Armored Knight’s hand even showed numerous cracks.
At the same time, a wave-like impact scattered in an instant, the trees around the castle fell directly from the shock… A hundred meters away, this ripple gradually dissipated.
This is merely… an imitation on the ornaments, not the true inheritance of Gold’s Golden Sword…
In less than ten seconds, three Round Table Knights were effortlessly defeated by the opponent’s hand… Gareth spat out a mouthful of blood, having never imagined that a human could be this powerful.
But he… had not yet used the inheritance power of Mordred!
Boom… The Clown at the moment fell from mid-air, landing directly on the ground, motionless… He had lost consciousness.
“In this way, when darkness es again, when they appear again…” Farael murmured to himself, “You won’t be able to resist even a single one.”
“Darkness… them?” Gareth staggered and barely managed to stand.
Farael shook his head, twirling the Golden Sword in his hand, striking with a horizontal slash… The sword light extended a hundred meters, starting from here, forcibly splitting the island!
Watching the seawater pour in, Gareth almost felt suffocated.
“At least… at this level.”
At last, Farael casually inserted the Golden Greatsword into the ground, leaving with the witch Ms. Ren… The three Round Table Knights, or more accurately, the two now-conscious ones, did not have the strength to stop him.
Gareth staggered backwards, then directly fell back to sit on the ground… not out of fear, but simply because several of his chest bones were already shattered.
“Ridiculously strong like a joke…” Gareth smiled bitterly.
With half his body buried in the soil, the Black Armored Knight’s black armor scattered… revealing delicate features that were equally pale and bloodless.
She looked up at the night sky, watching an armed helicopter slowly ascend and then fade away… She kept silence for a long time before slowly saying: “Gareth, do you have the strength to pull me out?”
“Give me at least an hour, or you could wake this clown up too…”
Lancelot: emmmmm…
…
Ridiculously strong beyond human scope, and according to him, only lifted a fraction and a half of the toxin… This means he currently only possesses one or two tenths of his power!
Possible! Absolutely possible!! With this person’s help, we can surely obtain the document: Akashic Records!
In this world, there is absolutely no one stronger than him!
The witch Ms. Ren piloting the helicopter had blushes on her face… Her body was entirely in a state of extreme excitement, intermittently glancing at Mordred sitting behind… or rather, Farael.
Not sure if it’s an illusion, this man’s face seemed less gaunt than in the beginning… possibly gained a little flesh?
The helicopter door remained open.
Farael at the moment watched outside, the seawater below surging, as bits of phosphorescence from the bottle in his hand fell away, landing on the seawater… The specks of light acpanied the waves, gradually dispersing, eventually extinguishing.
These were the heroic spirits of those Great Knights, once the Twelve Knights… Though only part of them, losing their vessel meant no lasting presence, but just scattering like this—was it too wasteful?
Nonetheless, the witch simply opened her mouth without choosing to point out the other’s wrongdoing… She knew Farael only through her mother, and had learned of Farael’s legend from various channels.
“Who is your father?” Farael suddenly asked.
Gillian shrugged: “I haven’t met him, my mother told me father died long ago… Perhaps you could tell me a bit, after all, you seem to know my mother?”
Farael furrowed his brows, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: “Akashic Records, why do you know of its existence?”
The witch Ms. Ren squinted her eyes and said: “This starts from a musician who clearly has talent yet loves adventure… But what he gained wasn’t the Akashic Records, just a few pages from the Dead Sea Manuscript. I copied these pages from him. Although the copies don’t have the power of the manuscript, they work just as a clue pointing to the Akashic Records.”
“Just a few pages of the Dead Sea Manuscript, can’t gather the waymarkers.” Farael said indifferently: “No one has ever gathered the Dead Sea Manuscript, so you should give up and choose another request.”
“What, even the fiercest and wickedest knight Mordred hesitates before the Dead Sea Manuscript?” Gillian smiled slightly, “In that case, your previous valor in defeating three of the Twelve Round Table Knights would be greatly diminished in people’s impressions.”
“Do you really want to find the Akashic Records?” Farael suddenly asked.
“Otherwise, why would I go through such hardships to save you; it’s clearly not because I’m like a little girl idolizing you.”
“Once you find the Akashic Records, what do you plan to do?” Farael asked again.
The witch Ms. Ren gazed at the night sky ahead, emitting a silvery laughter… Just laughter, no answer.
“My name is Farael.” He also looked outside, “Mordred is already dead.”
“Doesn’t matter.” The witch Ms. Ren said softly: “If you can help me, I wouldn’t mind calling you lord…”
Farael shook his head, “Go to Camlann.”
“Camlann?” The witch Ms. Ren hesitated, “Isn’t that… why go there?”
“Since we are going to search for the Akashic Records, naturally we need to get back certain things.” Farael said indifferently: “This document has been sought after not just by a little witch like you…”
“You mean, the Non-Human?” The witch furrowed her brows, “Very strong? Stronger than you?”
“You wouldn’t want to know, what true strength really is…” At this moment he slowly closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the witch Ms. Ren.
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PS1: Flipping through the reward records and found an adorable leader “Cutest Fatty in the World,” ceremonially serves tea to the capitalist mogul.
PS2: Then 27 bees 29 OZT…
PS3: (7/29)…
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