Vol 9 Chapter 37: Lancelot

"However, it can't be abandoned so easily!" Qin Lun passed a trace of cold mang, and the appearance of Uka made him the first pure killing of these elite returnees.
There is no room for compromise between the reincarnation and the apostles, especially the outstanding apostles like Qin Lun, who will not be talked about in the world, and he will still be sent to death by the stars in the future. Like the elite reincarnation of Uka and Alice, one less can be good and the potential hidden dangers are reduced.
"Less, are you still fighting?" Qin Lun whispered in the team channel.
"What's wrong, boss, need our support?" The channel of the female elf's playful laughter soon came.
"Looks like you are in a good mood, what is the harvest?" Qin Lun smiled. "Give you a gift. I just injured a bad opponent. I just didn't have time to chase it. I will hand it over to you." !"
"Oh, where is the approximate location?" Lace asked happily, Qin Renkou's resilience in the strength is also good, the net worth will be more abundant, and he was seriously injured, she is of course willing to accept this gift.
Qin Lun made a mark on the map of the city center that emerged from the team channel, and completely abandoned the matter. Although Lace has some bad tastes at some point, this girl is very smart and knows how to choose. Even if Alice gets a reinforcement, she should not be in danger.
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"Adult, just in that direction, there is the command..." Standing at the top of a broken building, Amp identified the direction and pointed to the right side of the edge of the battle circle, but the young man just said a half sentence. Then he stagnate, and Zhang’s mouth can’t speak.
"Hey, you shouldn't be the sacred thing that is not the thing!" Qin Lun's face was very ugly, watching the behemoth in the air sinking his face. Only Mrs. Monica was unmoved and looked at the wonders in front of her with great interest.
In the mid-air about 100 meters from the ground, a strangely shaped flying warship is floating.
The warship is 100 meters long and about 50 meters wide. It looks like a shell insect. It looks like a tiger head. There are not only three pairs of insect-like black and bright limbs on both sides of the hull, but also a thick armored crust, and the angle of the split at the top of the head is exactly the same as that of the unicorn.
The key is that this image of the battleship, together with the previous narratives of Amp, has to be reminiscent of a Christ sacred object - the scarab!
"No, no!" Anpu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes bent straight and observed for a while, and suddenly he cried in surprise. "Big, adults, this must be artificial creation! You see... it's There are several pairs of turbine engines under the body, and the bridge with the glass cover on the head is definitely not a scarab, ah haha, hahaha..."
Qin Lun looked up and still expressionless. After a moment of observation, he also confirmed that this flying warship should not be a real scarab, just a little like it. Those pairs of turbine engines don't know what fuel to use, and the flame of the nozzle is purple and black. At first glance, it is thought to be the natural texture of the insect's abdomen.
As for the unicorn at the top of the battleship, which seems to be a unicorn, it seems to be some kind of large-caliber artillery. If the designer of this warship is not a bad taste, it is estimated to be a fake Scarab image.
"You are so happy! If you can't confirm the existence of the sacred objects, then you have to kill you!" Qin Lun looked at the battleship in the air and smoked his face. He was so funny that he would attack this thing.
"Wait, Gerthard, he didn't lie to you. There is indeed a Christ's sacred object on this battleship. I feel the breath of an old friend!" The Queen of Sandstorm suddenly wrinkled her brows and her face slowly dipped. Staring at the insect battleship.
"Old friend? The pastor who chased you past?" Qin Lun immediately grasped the meaning of Mrs. Monica's words.
"Well, he noticed us, it's best to leave here first!" Mrs. Monica regained her gaze and bit her lip and looked upset.
"Oh?!" Qin Lun slightly narrowed his eyes, and the characters that allowed the Queen of Sandstorm to be jealous, made him have a strong interest.
Qin Lun raised his head, the yin and yang fish pattern of the left eye flashed mysterious light, and the perception of the emptiness air instantly condensed into a bundle, and cast it toward the bridge of the battleship.
The battleships are at an altitude of hundreds of meters, and the straight-line distance from them to the bridge is more than two hundred meters. Qin Lun’s perception itself is not so far, but thanks to the bridge’s glass shroud structure, and now the night sky is reflected in the sky and the red sky. After the perception is strengthened, the vision is barely able to see the bridge. Scenery.
Excluding the busy figure and equipment in the bridge, only five or six people standing at the front of the shield can see the face. One of them was a ponytail, and the young man in the bishop’s suit seemed to be their head, and was excitedly pointing at the burning London city.
Standing side by side with him, a white-haired youth with a hand-held Bible and a light-hearted look. The white-haired youth wore a white monk suit with a hood and a hemp rope around his waist. He looked at the direction of several people in Qinlun.
The young face is handsome, and the slightly thin cheeks are like a knife and a chisel. I don’t know if his fire is reflected, his broad forehead seems to shine with a holy white light.
Just a look at him from the air, Qin Lun's instinctive mood has inexplicably calmed down, the previous high-spirited battle quickly fell back, and even produced a war of disgust.
Qin Lun was slightly shocked and could not help but remove his sight. Just as soon as he turned his eyes away, he felt a strong anger and self-sufficiency, suddenly rising his head and re-focusing on the youth.
Seeing the enemy's move, the white-haired youth on the bridge frowned slightly, and looked awkwardly in front of the chest, turned away, no longer pay attention to Qin Lun and others.
"Hey!" Qin Lun snorted, just about to withdraw his sight, but suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise, in the crowd behind the two heads, a familiar figure disappeared.
"Interesting!" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth slowly lifted a strange arc.
"Gotthard, we should go, that person is staring at us, coming over here." The Queen of Sandstorm looked at the direction of the battleship with vigilance, and said nervously.
"Yeah!" Qin Lun soon noticed that a small light helicopter flew out of the battleship and came towards them. In addition to the pilot, there are several other people in the helicopter. One of them is calm and calm. It is so special on this battlefield like hell. It is hard to ignore.
"Although I didn't see the holy things with my own eyes, but your previous intelligence should be correct, our contract is over, let's go!" Qin Lun turned his head and said a word, suddenly let Anpu breathe a sigh of relief, pick up The wife who fell into a coma again quickly left.
"Gotthard, you go first, I will stop them, or you can't get rid of the helicopter at the speed of the sandstorm!" Monica looked back worriedly and smiled and pushed Qinlun.
"Oh, I am not yet..." Qin Lun’s face showed a smile, and suddenly there was a shock, and he stretched out Monica. At the same time, the Queen of Sandstorm seemed to feel something, and his face turned to look northward.
"Boom!" In the north direction of their place, a blood-red beam of light rushed from the ground, as if the axe smashed the night, and the cloud of clouds reflected in the air became a horrible whirlpool.
The column of blood and light lasted for a short time, and it dissipated after a few seconds. An invisible shock wave spread out around the blood column. This shock wave is invisible and inferior, but many people hiding in the vicinity have many people holding their hearts and pale to the ground.
Some Britons who have been injured or have problems with their heart have even stunned. Even the superhuman in the city feels that the heart is slamming, the blood of the whole body is flowing upwards, and the body is almost uncontrollable for a moment.
"This is..." Qin Lun looked at the direction of the blood column, his eyes flashing slightly. "Mt. Montana, you succeeded! The woman of Inte Gula still liberated Alcatel..."
"Gotthard, the man went to the north!" The Queen of the Sandstorm looked at the helicopter that turned away and let out a sigh of relief.
"Monica, is that bitter monk really so powerful? Can we both of us have no way to deal with him?" Qin Lun frowned slightly, although the white-haired youth made him feel very special, but the calm and peaceful atmosphere was nothing to deter. Force, can not understand the specific strength of that person.
"That man..." The Queen of the Sandstorm was a little weird. He looked at the helicopter, which was getting smaller, and whispered, "Gotthard, have you heard of the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?"
"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?" Qin Lun looked at the woman around him in surprise, and asked incredulously, "I have certainly heard of it, but... are they still alive?"
Qin Lun’s surprise is not unreasonable. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table are just a legend. Even if there are real people, they don’t know. Historians speculate that they were in the sixth century or so, and have been around for more than 1,500 years.
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"The origin of that person is very mysterious and powerful. When the Holy See chased me, he appeared twice as a heretic judge. At that time I was still a nobleman, there were many guards around, so I relied on the guards twice. Survived by sacrifice."
Monica’s look is in fear with unspeakable hatred.
Since then, I have collected information about this person for a while. It’s just strange that no one in his monastery knows his origins. ""
"What does it have to do with the legend of King Arthur?" Qin Lun asked with some doubts.
"Because I have visited his monastery, it is said to be the retreat of the first round table knight Lanslot Dulac, and I found in the ancient book of the monastery that every pope of the previous generation visited him. And call him a monk of Lancelot."
Mrs. Monica said with a wry smile, "I have witnessed the two funerals of this person, but after every funeral, the monastery will have another boy with a similar face to him. But this person has always been lonely, not only It’s very weird to have been married and have no family to visit him!