Looking at the knight who was gradually approaching him, Qinggong couldn't help but feel like he wanted to laugh.

Indeed, these knights look extraordinary and give people a sense of inviolable oppression. Coupled with the strong energy fluctuations emitted on their bodies, Qing Palace is completely sure that the armor and long swords on these knights are not ordinary things, most of them are similar to spiritual equipment.

But, so what?

After all, no matter how strong the armor is, it is just a metal product. Even if the magic circuit is engraved on it, no matter how hard it is to enhance its defense, it is just a ball of scrap iron in front of the Qing Palace's ability. Even if the Qing Palace thinks, these armors can be melted into liquid at any time.

However, there is no need to do so.

With a sweep of the sword in his hand, the knight in the front row suddenly felt a burn on his chest, and then a strong burning sensation suddenly passed from the nerve endings to his brain. A signal called "pain" made him scream. Then, a metal collision sounded, and a large area of ​​the knight in front of him fell, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Looking at this picture, Qing Palace couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. The magical circuit of magic is indeed something to be learned from. Although the power of the abilities he released through this sword has not changed much, because of its own thermal energy, the speed of Qing Palace's release ability has become so fast. Although this speed is almost negligible, it is a good start.

This made the Qing Palace prove one thing, that is, science and magic can be shared to a certain extent!

The knight in the lead suddenly widened his eyes. The young man in front of him was too strange. He just waved his sword lightly, and even the blade did not touch the armor of the front row of knights, but they were all attacked!

Wait...this sword?!

The leader of the knight subconsciously shrank his pupils. He vaguely remembered that in the notice issued by the leader of the knight faction that he had seen not long ago, similar characters seemed to appear...

English Channel Tunnel!

That mysterious magician!

But before he could think too much, the Qing Palace in front of him once again raised the sword in his hand. The leader of the knight had no time to continue thinking, and raised the broad sword in his hand with a clang and blocked the Qing Palace directly.

Blocked the empty space.

The Knight leader was stunned, and his face changed drastically!

However, it was too late.

After a jingling sound, the companion who was supposed to have formed two wings beside him did not step forward. The next moment, a hot temperature slowly came from the shoulders of the knight leader.

The leader closed his eyes in despair.

"Okay," the Qing Palace put the sword blade on the shoulder of the Knight leader and said casually, "I have some respect for the same power to protect Britain, so it won't happen as you imagined. I'm just asking you a few questions."

"..." The Knight leader gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"There is no need to be so nervous." Qing Gong was helpless and rolled his eyes slightly, "Forget it, I'll change my question."

"You are not looking for something, are you?" Looking at the tall knight with his back to him, Qinggong said lightly, "The Knights Sect has always been under the jurisdiction of the royal family and the Knight Commander. At this time, even in order to arrest those female magicians, there is no need to dispatch so many knights, not to mention that the knights themselves are not suitable for tracking such things."

"Then the question is," Qing Gong raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you doing now?"

"This size and team give me a bad premonition." Qinggong said slowly, "I guess..."

"You guys, don't you plan to rebel?"

"We are not rebelling!" The Knight Chief was furious, "We fought only for the future of Britain and to create a better Britain. Our loyalty to the king has never changed!"

Qing Palace: "..."

Damn, why did the things I guess casually make you so accurate!

Meanwhile, in the English Channel Tunnel, the city of Folkstone, England.

"There are indeed traces of magic released by the Roman Orthodox Church here." Indices stood in the deep tunnel, concentrating on sensing, and said with certainty, "There are obvious traces of the existence of the flame technique, and the energy residue released by the unique Holy Light barrier of the Roman Orthodox Church."

"In other words, there are indeed Roman Orthodox magicians here, right?" Behind her, the second princess of the British royal family, Kelisa, spoke slowly. Her eyes were a little complicated, but it flashed and then returned to normal. Even the third princess Vilian beside her did not feel it.

"Well." Indyx nodded, then frowned in confusion. "As for the mysterious magician, I am fortunate, although I felt the powerful magic fluctuations, I did not learn from my knowledge that the magical schema similar to any sect is like..."

"Okay, don't care about those things." Kelisa slowly opened her eyes, and a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes. "Anyway, I'm sure this is related to France, right?"

"Hey?" Hearing this, the third princess Vilian beside her was stunned, and then her face suddenly changed.

"elder sister......?"

"You should be glad you said this." Kelisa ignored her sister, but turned her head to look at Indyx, her eyes fading like a pool of deep water. "If you are not saying the answer I want to hear..."

"You might die here."

"Sister!" Vilian raised her head suddenly and subconsciously protected Indyx behind her, "You're the end..."

"Stop them." Kelisa turned around and said lightly, without the awareness of the woman behind her being her sister. At the same time, her temperament was slowly changing from the royal nobleness and grace to another direction.

Iron Blood!

Strong!

conquer!

"If you want to change Britain, no matter whether it is magic or science, neither side will really benefit Britain." Kelisa turned her head, looked at the two knights behind her, and said lightly, "If we want to get rid of the status quo, we can only rely on ourselves."

"My mother is old, let me do it for her!"

London.

"Five Big Boats?" Hearing this news, Yanis, who was located in the British Puritan headquarters, suddenly changed his face, "How could this happen?"

"That's true." On the other end of the phone, Oliana heard a rare voice with a wry smile, "Where is the bishop in the end?"

"Buckingham Palace." Yanice replied subconsciously, "She should be drinking black tea with the Queen...what happened?"

"That's over." Oliana was silent for two seconds and sighed, "If possible, take your troops and escape quickly, transported by the big ship's turret..."

"Miss Janice! Not good, outside..."

"Transported by the Big Ship..." Oliana took a deep breath on the phone, "But that ritual sword that has been missing for countless years represents the strongest glory and power of the British royal family--"

"'Catina I'!".

"...I think it's too late." Yanis looked at the fire that soared out of the window, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said.

"The Knights...rebel!"
Chapter completed!