Novel Full Chapter 1299: Chapter 26: Citywide Riot (Part 4)
Chapter 1299: Chapter 26: Citywide Riot (Part 4)
On the wilderness road, a black pickup truck was racing wildly.
In the truck bed, Her Majesty the Queen was curled up in a corner, holding Lancelot.
And Judas was expressionlessly watching the two of them… forcing Lancelot to maintain his ‘unconscious’ state.
At this moment, faint sounds could be heard from the distant monastery.
Driving, Catherine intermittently glanced at the pitch-black night sky in the rearview mirror, looking slightly distracted.
Tip in the passenger seat suddenly said, “Little cat, do you think the leader will ‘transform’ this time or just try to use the power of the Armor of the Twelve Knights?”
Catherine frowned and said, “Hopefully neither! Do you think Caesar is made of iron?”
Tip remained silent for a long time… only to quietly say after a while, “I will certainly become the strongest Secret Medicine Practitioner and refine that kind of secret medicine.”
“Little dog!”
Catherine gave a cold mockery but a warm glint appeared in her eyes.
…
Like mist, the blood began to disperse, ultimately drifting onto the cheek of one The Fianna member, its cold dampness causing him to shudder suddenly.
Then this The Fianna member, for some unknown reason, suddenly started screaming madly… as if he were stimulated by something!
While screaming crazily, he even kept activating various weapons on his ‘Dragon Cavalry’ armor—not only the big gun he was holding but also the shell-shaped thruster on his back, which now turned into a weapon.
Fragmented micro-sub missiles shot out from the thruster’s armor, spreading in mid-air, directly bombarding Caesar—not just that, he abruptly pulled out the black gold battle knife from his leg equipment and charged forward!
In the The Fianna control room, the profile of this member on the screen started flashing red at this moment, and the support personnel monitoring them spoke in shock: “Number 17, mental metrics abnormal, exceeding the alert level by 30%, in a dangerous state!”
“How could it exceed the alert level, had you even adjusted it properly!” The Prime Minister pressed on the control desk with both hands, his mouth agape before finally releasing a furious roar.
“It might be caused by the death of a companion, they trained together and have a deep emotional connection. So…” The officer beside him reluctantly speculated and explained.
“Deep emotional connection?” The Prime Minister was outraged, “They don’t need emotions at all!!”
Turning back in anger towards the officer, the control table at the front rang with alarms again, and the support personnel spoke quickly and fearfully.
“Machine Number 5, lost contact! Machine Number 18, lost contact!! Machine Number 22, severely damaged status! Machine Number 7… out of control!! Machine Number 10 driver, mental metrics at critical alert… Prime Minister!!”
“Why is this happening…”
On the screen, as one after another ‘Dragon Cavalry’ either exploded or was shot down, the profiles of The Fianna members on the other screen quickly turned dark or flickered red.
The Prime Minister sat down weakly, collapsing into the chair, unable to control his shivering arms…
…
At the monastery, Caesar was holding a member of The Fianna, then fiercely slammed him into the ground… the immense impact even tore the warrior’s arm apart from his body in an instant, leaving only seven of the original twenty-three The Fianna warriors.
One of them was even in a dazed state, standing hopelessly on the ground, motionless, forced to enter the intelligent system control state of the ‘Dragon Cavalry’.
“Can’t win… can’t win… impossible to win… Devil! This is the Devil! Ah—!”
He suddenly screamed in terror, turned around, the shell-shaped wings of the thruster on his back instantly unfolded, the jet stream propelling his body directly into the sky, towards the massive warplane.
Caesar took a deep breath at this moment but took that lighter out from his pocket, clutching it tightly, and then… overdrafted forcefully!
Boom—!!
A gigantic sound of breaking the sky rang, the next moment, as the warplane’s engine was penetrated directly by the thrown lighter, there was an instant explosion!
The massive warplane lost control, crashing down directly, heading straight toward the terrified fleeing The Fianna member!
He watched in horror as the warplane ultimately crashed onto him… plunging into the earth.
A team of seven, now only a team of six!
The crashed warplane destroyed a large area of land in front of the monastery, the fiery blaze illuminating the surroundings… At this time, Caesar moved his gaze to another The Fianna member.
A female member.
She trembled as she stood in place, arms raised, holding the big gun, yet the gun barrel trembled uncontrollably, unable to aim, the red dot incessantly drawing circles on Caesar’s body.
Moisture… began to spread from the lower abdomen of her combat uniform, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible heat emission.
In the end, her legs softened, directly collapsing to the ground, “Don’t kill me… don’t kill me… don’t…”
Caesar walked expressionlessly in front of this member, gazing indifferently, “We once pleaded like this too.”
He stretched out his hand, fingers together, and swung it… as if without accident, this female The Fianna member’s head and body would directly split in the next moment!
Swing out!
“No—!!!”
The remaining member screamed in a shrill voice, but the knife-like arm had already swung out, only to see a head flying out, falling to the ground, rolling away.
As the now beheaded body fell to the ground, the head stopped rolling… dust and ashes clung to it, like a piece of trash.
It only opened those yet to close eyes, gazing godlessly at the starry night sky.
Six left, now only five!
“Retreat… retreat! Retreat!! Retreat… retreat!!!”
“You all stay behind.” Caesar leapt forward, soaring into the night sky like a bullet, rushing towards one of the remaining five.
Just as the figure despairingly closed his eyes, a silhouette blocked his front… arms crossed, catching Caesar’s fist!
He instinctively opened his eyes to see a figure wearing yellow armor but with an eerie clown-like… appearance!
“Seems I arrived just in time for an ending.” The big red lips of the yellow-armored clown twisted into a sinister smile!
Caesar’s impulse to leap did not stop, directly engaging with the clown knight in mid-air.
Their fists spewed out like bullets, crazily heard echoing… ultimately, both landed seemingly evenly matched.
Meanwhile, a knight in deep blue Holy Armor appeared before the female’s head. He knelt on one knee, placing his hand over those eyes not yet closed, softly saying, “I apologize for not being able to appear by your side in time. Though we never met, I hope your Soul finds peace… I firmly believe you lived as a beautiful, captivating woman.”
It seemed like a prayer.
Caesar glanced sideways… then lifted his head, a sound from the sky, only to see a helicopter slowly approaching—not as extravagant as the warplanes, this helicopter was evidently more ordinary, just a standard military model.
From the helicopter, several figures jumped down.
A bearded big man, a man still in a highway police uniform, and even someone wearing a doctor robe.
The knights responsible for guarding the Twelve Knights of the Round Table from various agencies were unexpectedly present.
At this moment, the man dressed in a highway patrol uniform… the one known as Mr. Geraint suddenly pursed his lips and asked, “Why did those two, Jester and Gareth, put on their Holy Armor so early… aren’t they worried about wasting energy?”
“Who knows? Perhaps it’s just their interest, trying to create an overwhelming presence?” The young man in a doctor robe shrugged, then examined the remaining few members of The Fianna, “Those fellows, who are they? They seem to be here to rescue the Queen as well?”
“Maybe they’re from the government.” The bearded Tresti frowned, “When did the government come up with these things?”
“It doesn’t seem impressive.” Jester Dagonet was digging his ear with his finger, and advised the few survivors of The Fianna: “To avoid trouble, you guys better hide for now. Rest assured, we won’t do anything to you, and even if something were to happen, it’d be a negotiation between our elders and your superiors… Of course, I’d prefer if you joined the melee, because I want to see what these metal lumps on you are capable of.”
The survivors of The Fianna exchanged glances, but, despite everything, their communication devices continued to signal clearly, awaiting instructions from headquarters.
The five survivors maintained a stable mental state and even under Caesar’s terrifying power, supported themselves to the very end… Despite the Prime Minister’s exceedingly ugly expression at headquarters, he understood the importance of these Nameless survivors, so without hesitation, he ordered them to observe the situation quietly, temporarily retreat from the battlefield, and be prepared for an immediate withdrawal.
“How did those old men of the Knight Agency find this location, could it be…” The Prime Minister looked suspiciously at the personnel within the control room.
This was an ultra-secret operation authorized by him, it wasn’t supposed to be leaked… He couldn’t help doubting if someone inside had leaked information to that old fox Perkins, otherwise even if the Round Table Knights detected the commotion, they shouldn’t have been able to arrive so promptly…
The near annihilation of The Fianna, the appearance of the Knight Agency, and the thought of Perkins watching everything unfold from the sidelines with disdainful eyes, gave the Prime Minister a feeling akin to being coerced by some idle thugs years ago to broadcast the difficulty of Japanese life in front of the public!
Of course, those thugs were eventually captured successfully!
…
The survivors of The Fianna listened to the orders, slowly descended, and retreated to the edge of the battlefield in silence.
Caesar didn’t move against these people anymore and just observed Gareth, Jester, and others.
“To deploy five of the current Twelve Round Table, it seems the Knight Agency really does take me seriously.” Caesar adjusted his breathing.
He had a slightly relaxed demeanor when facing The Fianna, simply because although they possessed powerful weapons, their individual strengths were fundamentally not strong, at most having physical qualities only comparable to ordinary beastmen, making it hard to harness the power of those weapons.
But these knights were different. They were thoroughly trained elites, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to inherit the powerful Twelve Round Table strength.
“Just in time, not too late.” The man in a highway patrol uniform, Geraint, twisted his neck, “Just in time for your warm-up exercises… Although I don’t know who you are, given the situation here, you’re probably no insignificant character, right?”
“You should refer to me as ‘Oberon’ in your data,” Caesar’s voice was low.
“Are you the leader of ‘Doomsday Myth’?” Gareth frowned immediately.
Mr. Clown whistled, “Oh! A jackpot, pretty lucky.”
“Indeed, pretty lucky.” Caesar slightly smiled, “Just as my blood is heating up. As they say… the warm-up exercise is almost done.”
The Twelve Round Table exchanged glances with each other, and the young man in a doctor robe suddenly said: “Who among you will go first? Group assault isn’t in line with the knight’s spirit.”
So saying, he voluntarily retreated two steps, but his gaze stealthily peered at the monastery behind Caesar… it was clear that compared to dealing with the leader of Doomsday Myth, he was more inclined to find an opportunity to enter the monastery for a closer look.
After all, rescuing the hostages was still the top priority… A shadow stretched behind him and then detached, transforming into a blurred silhouette of a shadow man, who then quietly slipped into the night.
“Is being sneaky the knight’s spirit?”
Unexpectedly, Caesar waved a punch at this moment, and the shadow man exploded into nothing a dozen meters away!
The doctor nonchalantly waved his hand with a bright smile, “Impressive, eh.”
“If you all won’t make a move, then I won’t hold back.” Mr. Clown’s big laughing face appeared, and with a flick of both his hands, eight flying knives were launched simultaneously!
The speed of these flying knives was not much slower than the light-speed weapons of the ‘Dragon Cavalry’—and at this moment, Caesar clearly did not intend to take them head-on like before or to directly break them.
He twisted his body, dodging through the gaps as if dancing… But how could the Clown’s attack be so easily seen through, as the Clown himself had already closed in!
Known as the strongest current physical body among the Twelve Round Table, the Clown evidently sensed the opponent was also a physically strong guy from their exchange a minute ago, thus he too had the thought of competing in strength.
Blows were exchanged like bullets fired reciprocally, creating waves that crashed everywhere around, every punch and kick cracked the earth, no doubt severely impacting the few The Fianna members on the edges.
“Are we… supposed to surpass this group of people?”
“Knight Agency…”
“Just one of them can battle this Devil to a standstill…”
Ignoring the reactions of this group of survivors.
Geraint was slightly surprised, “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone who can match the Clown’s strength. The Clown’s physical prowess is at a monstrous level, it’s truly surprising. No wonder he dares to cause trouble in our domain… my hands are itching too.”
Gareth bitterly smiled inside, that was because you hadn’t met the one in the Island Prison… the Clown didn’t even last a punch and immediately fell unconscious.
Suddenly, Caesar and the Clown’s confrontation broke apart again… it seemed neither side could prevail over the other.
The Clown immediately switched to a tearful face, but his expression was of ecstatic excitement, “Such an entertaining opponent… make me even happier!”
“The more frenzied, the stronger the power becomes, rather than being fair knights, they’re more like mad knights.” Caesar shook his head, “I have no interest in a protracted fight with you.”
“Planning to run away?”
Unbeknownst when, Geraint, the doctor, and Tresti had already flashed to three different spots behind Caesar, sealing off any possible escape path.
Having witnessed Caesar’s ability to withstand the Clown’s physical strength even after donning Holy Armor, they did not let up, and at this instant, were already in their Holy Armor themselves.
Caesar let his hands fall down calmly and exhaled slowly as he faced the five Twelve Round Table without fear, “Let’s see then… the so-called power of the Holy Armor.”
“It will surely surprise you.” The Clown squinted his eyes, ready to make his move… upon throwing the flying knives, his body suddenly froze in place!
A strange sensation manifested from his Holy Armor… and not just him, the other four Twelve Round Table also felt this abnormality.
Their gazes inadvertently narrowed, astonished as they saw the fluctuations emanating from Caesar… the pulsing of Holy Armor!
The power of the Twelve Round Table’s legacy resonated at this moment!
A bolt of black-purple light flashed across Caesar’s body in an instant… and in just a moment, black-glow armor had covered his entire form!!
“Lancelot·Du·Lake…”
“And, ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’?!!” Gareth muttered to himself, “How is this possible…”
Caesar casually swung the ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’ in his hand, the sword gust tore through the air, gouging a several dozen meters long trench on the ground.
“Come on… Round Table Knights.” Caesar said softly.
Mr. Clown’s head buzzed at that moment, finally realizing what the leader of Doomsday Myth truly meant by ‘testing the power of the Holy Armor’.
He felt as if a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
As if asking: Are you surprised, are you shocked?