Buzz!

The vibrations in the air disappeared, and a pungent smell of sulfur poured into the nostrils.

If Tamara and the others were a ragtag army that had been put together on an improvised basis, then Green could be regarded as a well-equipped regular army.

Except for the two outer fourth-order Greenes and Angela, the rest of the passages that entered the passage were all third-order.

The Knights of the Round Table were fully dispatched, and the maintenance of the normal world was temporarily handed over to the Warlocks' Hall.

The number of the Third Orders gathered here seems to be quite large, but in fact, the three major forces need to focus not on one or two countries, but almost all of Europe.

Normally, larger cities need to have a third-order town.

Bordeaux, for example.

With so many third-order people gathered together, if something unexpected happens, it will be a big blow to the stability of the real world.

"Is there a problem with spatial positioning?"

Green looked around, surveying his surroundings as he seemed to think about something.

This passage was opened when Rams and the others wanted to cross over into the real world, and according to the Gareth brothers, there seemed to be a faint black castle behind the passage.

But at this time, the surroundings were scorching, and they were obviously in a volcanic area, and they couldn't see the so-called black castle at all when they stood on the top of the hill and looked into the distance.

"We won't have problems with our spells."

The work of reinforcing the passage was mainly done by the Warlock Gathering, and Angela couldn't help but retort when she heard Green's questioning.

"Maybe your people are wrong, or they did something wrong, but in short, my people can't go wrong."

Angela's tone was tough.

As the two were saying this, Margaret walked briskly not far away, "Lady Angela, the spell is ready, we can start it at any time." ”

"Spells?"

"What spell?" Green couldn't help but ask.

"In stabilizing the passage, I improved a detection spell that helped us analyze the energy distribution here and find out where it mattered."

Angela looked at Green.

"As the only transcendent who has ever entered here, Mr. Green, don't you have anything to say?"

"I've said many times that my knowledge of this place is very limited, and I'm afraid it won't help much."

"It's disappointing."

Angela interrupted Green's words.

"What do you mean, Ms. Angela?"

The expression on Green's face turned cold.

"I'm the current head of the Knights of the Round Table, not a warlock at the Warlocks' Hall, so I think it's important for you to be careful about the tone of your voice."

He raised his head, his slightly hunched back straightened, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes, "As transcendents, there is one rule that we need to learn and follow, and you should not have forgotten it. ”

The atmosphere in the field was completely changed, and Margaret, who was standing next to the two of them, suddenly felt a strong pressure, but soon someone stepped forward and blocked her in front of her.

Angela.

Margaret, who had taken a breather, left the area where the two were fighting without looking back.

The collision of the aura of the two fourth-order transcendents also attracted the attention of the others.

A figure leaped out of the crowd and walked towards the center of the clash of breaths between the two.

None other than Galahad.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces showed a hint of surprise.

"This woman is so strong?!"

Gahaerys couldn't help but whisper, glancing at Gareth, who was standing beside him, and the two brothers seemed to vaguely guess something.

Gawain mutinied, Lancelot and Bedwell disappeared, and Galahad, who had never had a presence at this juncture, showed a strength far beyond the normal knights of the Inheritance.

That result.

"How can we forget our first rule."

Angela chuckled.

"Learn to respect and revere the strong."

She glanced at Green.

"Strong, you must have been."

"But now......"

There was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

At this time, Galahad's body had already shown a little fourth-order aura, and Angela didn't have any surprise on her face.

She obviously knows something inside.

"I was going to save you a little face."

Angela sighed, her pupils turned red, and the sulfur around her became a little thicker.

Green seemed to understand something.

"You're deliberately positioned here."

"What are you going to do?"

"No, dear Green, it's not what I'm going to do, it's what you're going to do?"

"People are not happy with what you did, and you need to give us an explanation about the secrets here."

"Hmph."

Green sneered, "What if I say no." ”

"Although I am old, I am not old enough to move, and as an elder, I am willing to teach some people a lesson."

"Huh."

Angela raised her head, "If it had been a month ago, I might have believed what you just said. ”

"But now ......"

She glanced at Galahad without leaving a trace.

"Your body is much worse than I imagined, and you are not here to solve the Kuroshio at all, but to solve some hidden dangers in yourself."

Green seemed to understand something, and he turned sideways to look at the woman who had been with him for many years.

"Galahad."

Green's voice was calm, but there seemed to be a terrifying energy in his tone that was more terrifying than the volcano beneath their feet.

"I'm sorry Mr. Green."

"Your departure is doomed, and I need to make long-term plans for the future."

Galaha said apologies, but there was no apology on his face.

In order to gain great power, she is willing to endure the most terrible and dangerous transformation, a woman who climbs upwards at all costs.

The word loyalty didn't mean anything to her.

"She's smart." Angela couldn't help but admire.

"The next hundred years will belong to the age of the Warlocks, and the Privy Council has decided that the Warlocks' Assembly will be in charge of the whole of Europe instead of the Knights."

"So ......"

There was a flash of understanding in Green's eyes, and he knew why Galahad betrayed him.

"So what are you two going to do here?"

"I guess it's not some people in your mouth who know the secrets of this world, but you, right?" Green made no secret of the mockery in his eyes.

"That's why you've chosen to do it here, let me guess what's going to happen next."

"One for fame, the other for profit, each takes what he needs, and everyone is happy."

"As for my results......"

"Mr. Green, you must know the real secrets hidden in this world, tell them and we'll help you do it together."

"Like you just said, we take what we need, isn't that good?"

Galahad persuaded.

A hint of pity flashed in Green's eyes.

"Dear Galahad, for the sake of your companionship for so many years, I will tell you one last truth."

"There are some things that I give you that belong to you."

"I don't want to give it to you, never touch it."

As soon as the words fell, Green's old body swelled up like a balloon, his rickety back became straight, and his wrinkled face became young and smooth again.

Cracking sound.

There was a violent sound from his body, but the moment he inhaled, the momentum on Green's body changed greatly, and the old man who was about to rot disappeared.

Instead, there was a fourth-order transcendent full of formidable power!

"You have made a lot of arrangements and chosen a suitable time and place."

"But alas, you're looking for the wrong person."

"If you want to know my secret, you two don't deserve it!"

Green sneered, but just as he was about to attack, Margaret in the distance let out a shout.

A golden spot of light appeared at the center of her brow, down her forehead, over the bridge of her nose, her lips, and her jaw, and finally on her chest.

The magic circle under her feet was lit up, communicating inside and outside, all the energy gathered on Margaret's hands, she let out a shout, and then her hands were forcefully divided, and she actually tore out a passage from mid-air!

At the same time, a neutral voice came from the passage.

"If the two of them aren't enough, what about me?"

Margaret tore out the passage was not large, not even a slightly older child could pass through, but this narrow passage forced a mass of figures out.

By the time the figure had converged on the ground like a pool of liquid, it had already turned into a tall middle-aged man.

He had short, half-black, half-white hair and a handsome face, and looked like a normal professor at a university.

The man was dressed in a magnificent blue robe with golden bands of light around the edges, and he held a parchment scroll in his hand.

Seeing this person, the expression on Green's face changed slightly.

"Alejandro!"

Green's gaze swept over Margaret and finally landed on Angela's face.

"You've done something to the passage."

"Teacher."

Margaret said with a weak face.

She was a disciple of Alessandro, and it was Angela who had done her tricks on the passage in advance, and then took advantage of some special connection between the teacher and the student.

"Looks like you're determined to do this."

"There's not much to say about that."

Before the words fell, Green's figure had already appeared strangely in front of Angela, but before his attack fell, the space shook, and in an instant, the figures of Alessandro and Angela swapped.

In the face of Green's attack, Alessandro unhurriedly raised the parchment roll in his hand, he looked extremely slow, but he took the initiative to meet Green's attack at the last moment.

"To be honest, I've been looking forward to being able to fight you."

Green sneered, "You should have said this to me fifty years ago!" ”

Alejandro smiled, "I don't think anyone will refuse victory." ”

Crash!

The parchment roll in his hand suddenly opened, wrapping around the bodies of the three people almost instantly, and after a moment, the manic energy disappeared, and several people around them lost their traces.

"What should we do?"

Gareth couldn't help but say.

Although the time was short, it was enough for everyone to hear the message contained in the words of Galahad.

The dilemma is the current situation of everyone.

"You can't go anywhere!"

Margaret's face was pale, but her eyes were full of aggressiveness.

Several of the warlocks standing behind her were also ready to attack at the same time.

Ranmarok and the others used to look at Lancelot's horsehead, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were faintly on Gahaerys.

Gahaerys' face was cloudy, and the confinement of their souls left them with little room to resist, but if they did nothing......

Just as he was hesitating, a black hole was suddenly torn open in mid-air, and then a figure was blasted out of the gap like a cannonball, and then slammed into the rock wall not far away.

It's Galahad!

"So fast!"

"The regimental commander is going to win!" Gareth shouted in surprise, the crowd was still unclear about their destined fate, and they were looking forward to Green's final victory.

"Do it!"

Gahaerys let out a low roar, and then leapt into the air, and in the midst of the lightning, a spear appeared in his hand

At the moment when he spoke, Gareth, who cooperated tacitly, had already stepped forward, and he had an extra shield in his hand to block the attack that might fall on Gahaerys!

The situation was about to erupt, and several other knights of the round table behind him also made moves, Margaret took a half step back with a gloomy face, and several other warlocks took the initiative to stand in front.

At the same time, Bose flashed with a metallic sheen and charged at the opposite side like a bulldozer!

"In terms of individual combat effectiveness, it is said that the warlock of the assembly hall is the strongest!"

Bowes growled.

"I'll try it for myself today, how many punches can your delicate body withstand from me?"

"Get out of here!"

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The beaten and bloody Galahad appeared at the midpoint of the clash between the two sides.

She was covered in blood, and her clothes were tattered, but the silver light hidden under the surface of her skin was getting brighter and brighter.

In the face of Bose rushing in front of him, Galahad did not dodge or even let the opponent's fist hit his chest.

Rumble!

A furious wave of air swept around, and Bowes let out a scream, and a hard fist slammed into Galahad's chest, but it was his arm bone that shattered.

"Smack!"

Galahad slapped his palm on Bose's cheek, and a crisp bone cracking sound was heard, and Bose was hit by Galahad without resistance.

His left eye burst open and his head sunken in the midst of the shock, and he barely let out a scream before he fell to the ground with his head tilted.

At the same time as Bose fell, Gahaerys's long-planned attack also erupted, but Galahad didn't even look at it, and as soon as he jumped, Gahaerys' lightning weapon was held in his hand.

The thunderbolt exploded in Galahad's palm, but Galahad was expressionless and took all the explosive damage.

Then, she thrust the lightning-filled weapon into her feet.

Rumble!

Syllable!

Bowes's collapsing skull burst open, and before the brains and blood could splatter out, the corpse turned to char in the lightning.

Galahad stretched out his other hand and crushed Gahaerys' weapon inch by inch, her gaze swept over, and everyone couldn't help but stop what they were doing at this time.

"I am the new head of the Order, and I am in charge of your Holy Grail."

"Think about it before you do it!"

At this moment, there was a sound of sheepskin tearing in mid-air, and someone fell out of the gap.