【the-fianna】Headquarters.

The fighter plane used for the expedition had crashed, and even in the full regiment there were only a few survivors left. They finally completed the final mission and brought back here the data recording the battle between the twelve Knights of the Round Table and [Oberon].

After taking off the 'Dragoon' armor on their bodies, the faces of several survivors looked especially frightened... As if they were exhausted, they allowed the staff to start resting outside the adjustment cabin after the war.

In fact, although they are able to return this time, their various values ​​have reached dangerous warning levels... If they do not adjust in time, I am afraid that the end for them will not be better than that of other members who have died.

How many.

The survivors slowly closed their eyes. As for what the future will be like... they no longer want to care about it.

"They just lack practice."

In the control room, looking at the several survivors who had entered the adjustment cabin, the Prime Minister gave such a reason.

He has even recovered from the failure of this operation, inspiring people here, "Although our operation failed this time, the data obtained is extremely precious, which made us realize the capabilities of 'Dragoon'"

Insufficiency, and the driver's shortcomings... In the future, this is the direction we will attack! We have reached these inhuman fields in terms of strength, and what we lack is only something else! Technology! More data! And fighting spirit

!”

Such words are better than nothing... People are accustomed to looking for a reason to make failure not sad.

The Prime Minister did not stay in the control room for too long. After saying a few words, he was escorted by military officers and left from here.

There are really too many headaches for him next, such as how to deal with the cabinet ministers, how to deploy military operations, and then a series of negotiations with the Knight Agency, and finally even the foggy city riots that need to be dealt with.

The impact...and reconstruction.

Mr. Prime Minister even has a feeling that he may not be able to get even half a day of vacation in the next six months.

"Prepare the helicopter for me."

At this time, the Prime Minister ordered the accompanying officers: "After you get on the plane, hold an impromptu video conference for me. I will have to deal with the old guys in the cabinet... In addition, please put me through the phone of the military department now."

, I want to know the current evacuation progress of the crowd..."

Mr. Prime Minister paused, and seemed to have further instructions. He was sorting out his thoughts at this time, so he pondered, but the officers around him did not take any action at this time.

He couldn't help but frowned, "Didn't you hear what I said? I told you to get me through the phone call of the military department right away! Are you so frightened by the riots outside that you can't think anymore?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you no longer have the authority to order me." The officer said calmly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The officer smiled slightly, "Because you have been temporarily suspended from the Prime Minister's powers... Sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you are now suspected of misappropriating government funds, colluding with foreign non-humans, and even planning the Queen's kidnapping case... So, I need it now

You are under arrest.”

"What did you say?!" Mr. Prime Minister looked at this henchman in disbelief, "You arrest me! Who gave you the power!!"

"After you meet Sir Pugins, I believe he will be willing to answer this question."

"Pujin..."

The officer stopped talking. The moment Mr. Prime Minister couldn't react, he rushed up and knocked him to the ground.

This sudden change instantly frightened the two guards beside Mr. Prime Minister, but before they could take out their pistols, the officers had already knocked them down to the ground at extremely fast speeds.

As for those who originally came out from the base to escort the entourage, they were stunned on the spot.

"It's operating as usual here...wait for me to come back." The officer looked at the staff in front of him and said slowly.

…

…

On the long street, there were at least five or more violent orcs, two of whom even caught dying residents in their hands.

Mr. Gareth needs to be very careful, lest the aftermath of the battle will cause these hostages whose lives are in danger to be sent to death accidentally. If he only faces these orcs alone, he naturally does not have so many scruples.

After besieging the leader of the Doomsday Myth [Oberon], except for Geraint who could only rest due to excessive consumption, the other four still maintained considerable combat power, so they were dispatched immediately after leaving the monastery. Arriving in the major neighborhoods of Fog City, we began to suppress the orc riots.

At this time, several more cold lights flashed in the air, and then Mr. Clown quickly walked through the buildings. Mr. Gareth couldn't help but be frightened, fearing that this guy would not act at all carefully and hurt the two dying residents.

"Dagonit!! Don't mess around!"

It was just a flying knife that easily penetrated the shoulder joints of these orcs... The hostages were able to escape immediately.

Several elite knights who were always prepared rushed out in an instant and rescued the hostages directly. Then, Mr. Clown directly knocked these orcs to the ground with the speed of strong wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The rioting orcs fell under him, and then the flying knife returned between his fingers.

All I could hear was that Mr. Clown looked like he was crying, "I'm talking to you, Gareth, can you have some faith in me? After all, I am also someone who swore the oath of knighthood in front of the statue of King Arthur."

Mr. Gareth couldn't help but rolled his eyes... He didn't have time to pay attention to this guy. He quickly ordered the elite knights to bring back the downed orcs.

The orc's madness has not been lifted, but it has been imprisoned by the elite knights with special restraints. He has completely lost the ability to move and can only make meaningless screams.

"They are all residents with legal status, they are just deceived."

At this time, Mr. Gareth ordered the elite knights to put the bedded orcs on a transport vehicle, "We must take good care of them after bringing them back. We need to find a way to relieve their madness. If they really can't calm down, I suggest you use sedatives."

"yes!"

The knights began to get busy on the transport vehicle, and naturally they were not the only ones who had just been beaten by Mr. Clown.

Originally, there were more than twenty orcs lying in the car.

"Gareth, I'm going to clear the place first, and I'll leave these troublesome matters to you." Mr. Clown said hello and ran down the street.

Gareth was a little helpless...but speaking of it, maybe he was born better suited to handle such trivial matters.

It actually didn’t take much time to load the car. The key was that the car was already full and the group of orcs needed to be transported back. Gareth was not at ease and just asked the knights to be responsible for the transportation, because in the foggy city, those group of doomsday myth thugs

I don't know where it is hidden at this time.

"Mr. Gareth, maybe I can help you."

In the dim alley, a man was seen dragging a seriously injured orc out.

Gareth looked at it, a little surprised, and then nodded: "So it's you, Mr. Simpson."

I saw Lord Knight Simpson throwing the orc with a seriously injured hand on the ground. Immediately after that, someone imprisoned the orc, squeezed it, and put it on a transport truck.

Simpton said seriously at this time: "Leave the transportation to me. You can suppress the orcs more efficiently than us... We need to quell the riots in the Fog City as soon as possible."

Gareth couldn't help but agree with what the other party said. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, "Okay then, I'll leave the transportation to you, Knight Simpson."

"At your command, great Knight Gareth." Simpton gave him the courtesy of a lower knight meeting a superior knight.

"Oh... you are obviously too reserved! Mr. Simpson, relax!" Gareth patted him on the shoulder, "We are comrades-in-arms, not superiors and subordinates."

"Then, I will take the first step." Knight Simpson nodded, "I will come out immediately after I finish transporting it and wait for your good news."

With that said, he walked directly onto the transport vehicle. Gareth watched the transport vehicle drive out, and then he began to cheer up again.

Although he still retains a lot of physical strength, from Farrell's jailbreak last night to the riots in the foggy city tonight, too many things have happened... He is already mentally exhausted.

Suddenly, he felt a slight moistness on his fingers. He looked down and found that his fingers had been stained with a trace of blood at some point.

It's still fresh... He rubbed the blood with his fingers and looked thoughtfully at the transport truck going away.

Maybe I'm just overthinking it.

Gareth shook his head, but finally moved, and before walking towards the alley where Simpson appeared, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Gareth frowned and raised his palm. There was a ball of light in his palm accompanied by the ancient language spoken: the elven words that could only be used by the Twelve Knights.

The light source instantly illuminated the dim alley.

I saw a long trail of blood on the ground... It was an injured body, dragged along the ground and probably caused by the seriously injured orc that Simpton brought out.

He walked forward slowly along the blood trail, always feeling that there was something else ahead. Finally, his footsteps stopped in front of a door.

It seemed to be the back door of a restaurant...the door was ajar, and the trail of blood started from here.

Mr. Gareth gently pushed the door open and entered.

A few seconds later, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. In front of this small restaurant, he saw an orc kneeling on the ground with wounds all over his body. He was an orc who had experienced execution...

They have turned into cold corpses.

The corpse knelt on the ground, making a gesture of repentance... The floor was covered with scarlet and sticky blood, just like a slaughterhouse.

"This..." Mr. Gareth's expression suddenly changed slightly.

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Sir Purkins Manor.

In the Sir's private office... Mr. Pukins was sitting quietly, waiting for something. Opposite the desk, a middle-aged man with a bit of bald hair was sitting half-tilted.

His head is hanging down.

Maybe it had been like this for some time... The man who was sitting crookedly suddenly woke up, and then raised his head in panic.

"You actually betrayed...it was you! Pugins?!"

When he woke up, it was the Prime Minister of the British government who suddenly saw his opponent. The Prime Minister looked around in panic for a moment.

This place was completely unfamiliar to him, but he knew where it was because he had seen it in the intelligence.
To be continued...