Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1300: Chapter 27: Citywide Riot (Conclusion)

Sir Pukins’ Manor.

As Caesar, clad in the inheritance Holy Armor Lancelot·Du·Lake, appeared on the screen, half of the Knight Agency leaders gathered here stood up in fear.

“Please tell me this is just a joke…”

“Lancelot…”

They all looked at Sir Pukins, only to find his expression fluctuating as well… Clearly, he too had not anticipated such a situation.

There’s no way to fake a similar armor just for bluffing—at least these people have the discernment to recognize Holy Armor.

Sir Pukins quickly made a decision and issued an order to several of the Twelve Knights present on the scene, “Ensure the opponent is captured alive; he likely knows the method to forcibly strip and use the Holy Armor from the inheritance knights… This method must not be allowed to spread!”

No one questioned Sir Pukins’ order… The inheritance of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table has always been a fundamental aspect of the Knight Agency, conducted in utmost secrecy.

It’s like someone invented a highly secure virtual currency, but hackers can dig into this gold mine, exploiting its riches at will…

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“Understood.”

Gareth Knight temporarily turned off the communicator by his ear and nodded, then stabilized his emotions as quickly as possible.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it seems now is not the time for courtesy… the Knight Agency has ordered we must capture Oberon, dead or alive.”

“As expected.” Knight Geraint was the first to react, waving both hands to summon a massive Knight’s Lance.

Five Twelve Knights of the Round Table were present on the scene, although they were confronting an enemy who had somehow seized the same inheritance power from Lancelot, they were not intimidated overall.

It’s rare for five of the Twelve Knights to fight together in formation!

Issues of cooperation and harmony?

Nonexistent, they are seasoned warriors with unimaginable Super Amount combat experience, adapting reflexively as if by instinct.

As Gareth, The Clown, Geraint, and Tresti simultaneously charged Caesar, the doctor was slightly slower by a beat… A shadow entity quietly appeared behind him, then blended into the night.

At this moment, confronting the assault of four Twelve Round Table Knights, Caesar couldn’t detect the appearance of the shadow entity like before.

After releasing the shadow entity, the doctor immediately joined the fray.

With the doctor’s half-beat delayed participation, Caesar seemed to be under increasing pressure, and the ease with which he had eradicated The-Fianna no longer existed.

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“Make sure to record their data! Although this action failed, the documentation on these Round Table Knights has always been scarce, we can’t miss any detail!”

In The-Fianna headquarters control room, the Prime Minister, slightly recovering from the setback, issued orders to the surviving members of The-Fianna… This was the only thing he could do at present, despite the dissatisfaction.

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“Ha! I didn’t expect, not only to see Great Britain’s secret weapon this time but also five of the Twelve Round Table Knights at once. Today is a day of celebration it seems… Xiaowang, record it well, these Round Table Knights rarely take action, and to deploy five at once is even rarer! This is a great achievement!”

“Got it!”

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Just as Caesar was fiercely battling the knights, the shadow entity had already quietly sneaked into the monastery—it moved quickly, passing through room after room.

However, it could only find an unconscious old priest trapped in a room, with no trace of Her Majesty the Queen.

Eventually, it reached the stone chamber used for confinement, saw the marks inside, and realized the Queen had been transferred, possibly just recently.

“Is this a tactic to delay by leaving only one person behind…”

The shadow entity rescued the old priest and sent him away, then returned to the doctor with this information, causing the doctor’s brows to furrow.

On the battlefield, Caesar stood alone, not quite on equal terms, but clearly difficult to defeat… The mastery of Holy Armor he demonstrated stirred turmoil in the hearts of these knights who were rigorously tested to inherit the Holy Armor.

Upon learning the Queen had been transferred away, and the monastery was empty, with Mr. Clown’s punch blasting through half of the monastery, their battle escalated.

Each strike was as powerful as an RPG missile, beginning to destroy everything around the monastery with its center.

Following orders, the surviving The-Fianna members witnessing the battle were terrified… The Dragon Cavalry armor also has weapons capable of such destructive force, but requires energy refills and cooldown periods—unlike them, who can unleash attacks at will!

Moreover, their speed has already surpassed the maximum of the Dragon Cavalry armor’s thrusters… yet maneuvering with such agility.

“What was the purpose of our adjustments and training over these years…” One of them began laughing bitterly, muttering to himself.

Meanwhile, a desperate thought crossed their minds… If the non-humans of the world suddenly become active instead of remaining dormant, would humans have the ability to resist?

As they know, with The-Fianna, twenty-three members, selected through layers and years of manpower and resources, achieving current combat capabilities… but just one Oberon effortlessly playing with them, nearly wiping them out, and not even exerting full force.

Nobody paid attention to the bitterness in the hearts of these The-Fianna members… All eyes were focused on this dangerous battle.

The aftermath of the battle had already spread several hundred meters beyond the monastery… and for Caesar and the Five of the Twelve Round Table Knights, this distance was merely a narrow stage, reaching each other’s side in an instant.

“Truly troublesome…” Tresti, clad heavily like armor in Holy Armor, had to pause… speed strictly not his forte.

Unlike The Clown with his powerful body and superhuman senses, or Gareth with his exquisite swordsmanship, nor like the doctor with his versatile manipulative abilities, Tresti excelled at defensive counterattacks; the heavy shield in his hand offered the most solid defense, allowing him to deliver a lethal strike from behind!

“Geraint! We can’t drag on any longer! I’ll raise my shield, unleash your power!” Tresti suddenly shouted.

Like a signal, in an instant, the doctor, Gareth, and The Clown abandoned their next barrage on Caesar, darting behind Tresti instead.

When Tresti lifted the shield high, then inserted it into the ground, a massive Light Shield appeared simultaneously.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that!”

At that moment, Geraint straightened the giant Knight’s Lance in his hands, and the lance began fragmenting from the top, followed by a round array over three meters in diameter appearing on the gunpoint, filled with peculiar texts, spinning furiously.

A terrifying power gathered on Geraint’s lance… a danger even Caesar could feel!

Beneath the purple-black Holy Armor, Caesar furrowed his brows, but simultaneously raised the Lake Light the Indestructible, and on the blade, texts began to appear identical to those on Geraint’s lance.

Nature spirit’s imprints!

Caesar wielded the sword fiercely, while Geraint’s lance released a massive shockwave.

Tearing and destruction collided in mid-air… such was the wind generated by the mere clash of these two forces that it appeared like a hurricane!

The Dragon Cavalry’s leg armor fastenings were extended, yet the overwhelming force flipped the soil completely!

They had to rely on the thruster’s thrust, activating auxiliary intelligence to maintain bodily balance amidst the chaotic wind!

Light covered the night sky—even though it was merely outskirts, there was likely awareness in the city now.

But obviously, it’s not the time to consider the impact now… All eyes were fixed on the center of this terrifying impact—have they already defeated the leader of the Doomsday Myth?

After the aftermath, the monastery no longer exists.

What appeared before was a crater nearly a hundred meters in diameter… Everything had been annihilated, with only Tresti’s shield standing on the ground, and a complete yet narrow strip of land behind him, along with Knight Gareth, the Clown, and the doctor.

“Is he dead…”

Geraint appeared to be panting, holding the giant Knight’s Lance with both hands, billowing steam emitting… The air distorted on a large scale.

Large sections of the Holy Armor on him had peeled off, leaving only the parts on his arms and legs, but he suddenly shouted, “Be careful, he’s not dead yet!”

With Geraint’s shout, amidst the billowing intensity, a figure slowly walked out.

Still holding the ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’, as Caesar walked, the sound of the Holy Armor clashing was particularly loud in the night.

He was not unscathed… At least the Holy Armor on his head was shattered, revealing half of his face, and several intersecting cracks appeared on the chest armor.

Seeing this, Geraint raised his weapon again, and the Clown and others also walked out from the giant shield… The battle is not over yet!

“Alright, it’s about time.” Kais looked up at the night sky… The clouds moved, and a bright moon hung high.

“Are you planning to give up resisting?” Mr. Clown laughed eerily, squinting his eyes.

Caesar shook his head slowly, then suddenly looked at the helicopter that several knights had brought and said calmly, “I said, you have to give me an answer before sunrise tomorrow… The time hasn’t come yet, but you seem to have broken the rules of the game. Since you intend to break the rules, then I don’t mind adding some other elements to this game.”

Saying this, Caesar suddenly let the ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’ dissipate… Along with it, his Holy Armor dissipated too!

On his bare back, there was a sudden surge, and then, a pair of ‘wings’ like giant hands, but connected by blood-red membranes, unfolded.

While everyone was in doubt and uncertainty, Caesar rushed up into the night sky, and at the moment he stood beneath the bright moon, a deafening howl emitted from his mouth.

He spread his arms wide in the sky, howling towards the heavens… That immense howl echoed through the sky, long and endless!

“What does he intend to do?” Mr. Gareth frowned.

But at this moment, a scream came through… Several members of the Fianna at the edge were holding their heads in pain, tormented to the extreme!

The sound contained anger and lamentation, even Gareth and the others felt dizzy, their bodies feeling less coordinated.

And the howling sound gradually spread across the night sky of the Fog Capital…

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On the streets of the Fog Capital.

At the moment this terrifying sound arrived, the glass cabinets of shops along the street shattered… Suddenly, a passerby fell to the ground clutching his head in agony.

“What’s wrong with you?”

A few people came over, checking with concern… But just as they turned over the fallen man, his eyes turned a blood-red color!

His teeth grew sharp, and brown-black fur started to sprout madly over his body… In the blink of an eye, this man transformed into a gigantic werewolf over two meters tall!

Roar——!!

Having turned into a gigantic werewolf, he pounced on the nearby passersby and began tearing into them!

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In an office, a programmer was typing on the keyboard, now foaming at the mouth as he collapsed onto it… But his body also began to undergo an uncontrollable mutation!

He stared in terror at his reflection on the screen before finally falling to the floor… Suddenly, a huge claw extended, gripping the table.

It… stood up!

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“What-the-heck…”

In the district, a patrol car stopped, a police officer stepped out, looking at the horrifying changes suddenly emerging on the street.

Fires, thick smoke, figures climbing on the building’s exterior, panicked crowds fleeing with screams, vehicles crashing into chaos, a fire hydrant spraying water wildly, and amid the traffic scene, a monstrous being lifting a modern car high overhead…

“Support… support…!!!”

The police officer shivered, remembering the communication device in the patrol car, trembling as he returned to the car.

But as he opened the car door, he was met with a pair of blood-red eyes—his patrol partner, now turned into a monstrous creature covered in thick fur, pounced on him.

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Community Center.

At this moment, Miss Beastkin was suddenly clutching her head in agony, curling up on the ground… While Oga, holding a guitar and learning songs with Will, suddenly became vacant-eyed, stood up blankly, and walked to the window under the surprised gaze of everyone, looking up at the full moon.

His pupils started to turn vertical, emitting spots of broken gold… Suddenly, Oga fell to the floor, unconscious.

Miss Beastkin, however, painfully got up, seemingly enduring some agony—finally, she grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed them hard into her own arm.

She seemed a bit better… Though blood began to trickle down her arm.

But this scene alarmed everyone there.

Just then, outside the community center, a chaotic noise seemed to emanate, as if a collision occurred on the street.

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Song Dynasty Hotel.

Back kitchen.

Clang——!!

The sound of a pan dropping to the floor, a steak in the pan still three minutes done, and the fragrance of butter, tallow, and meat juices mixing and releasing.

But the chef was now retreating step by step in terror—finally, he had no way out, his body pressed against the wall.

Trembling, voice quivering, the chef said in horror, “Eri… Eric?”

Before him was a gigantic creature, having burst out of the chef’s clothes, covered in blue-green, fanged, with a hooked nose…

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The whole city, a riot.