blogombal Chapter 1433 Invasion
Chapter 1433 Invasion
Chapter 1433 Invasion
The Hall of the Round Table, a retreat for the Faded, independent of time and space, has become a battlefield.
Perhaps the Faded Ones gathered here all possess unique skills and are well-known figures in the entire border area, but they are no match for the Knights of the Round Table.
The Knights of the Round Table have been greatly strengthened in the world of Elden Ring, not only in terms of weapons and armor, but more importantly, they have learned the unique combat skills and magic of this world. Some Knights of the Round Table even have their own knightly orders and warrior followers.
The Knights of Night are dressed in black clothes and robes, holding black swords and black halberds. When they move quickly in the halls and corridors of the Hall of the Round Table, their black robes flutter like ghosts, which is the literal template of the Ringwraiths of The Lord of the Rings.
Even though more than half of the Knights of Darkness went to the Holy Snowfield to protect Millicent and it was inconvenient to ride horses in the Hall of the Round Table, the remaining Knights of Darkness were still a force that could not be underestimated.
Several night knights surrounded the magician Roger and the sleeping girl Fia. With a few sword strikes, they stabbed the two men, leaving them covered in blood and unable to move.
The pyroxene magic that Roger was so proud of couldn't even knock down a Night Knight. With the enhancement of the Knight God Summoning Stone, the values of these Night Knights in all aspects were improved, and their magic resistance also increased significantly.
Unlike the round table hall in the game, the round table hall here is much larger, with a large number of corridors, rooms and halls divided into upper and lower floors, with the central blessing as the core, forming this structure that is like a complex building.
The Knights of the Round Table moved quickly and soon occupied most of the area.
The hybrid blacksmith Xiu Gu, who was shackled, slumped on the ground. Although he was afraid, he still insisted on opening his calloused and deformed hands to protect a blonde girl behind him.
"Mr. Xiu Gu..." The blonde girl Rodlika sobbed and curled up behind the hybrid blacksmith, like a little girl seeking her father's protection.
In front of them, a night knight raised the sharp blade in his hand without mercy and was about to stab down.
The blacksmith Xiu Gu closed his eyes and said, "Queen Marika... I am afraid that I can no longer fulfill the oath I made to you. But if you can hear me, please save the girl behind me!"
"stop."
At this moment, a firm male voice was heard not far away. Upon hearing this, the Night Knight immediately put down his weapon and silently stepped aside.
Galahad, dressed in dark purple armor, strode over with a huge round shield and a red sword in hand. Judging from the blood on his body, he must have just killed a Faded One.
He looked down at this strange pair of "father and daughter" and sized them up for a few seconds before asking:
"You don't look like the Faders. Tell me your identities."
The blacksmith Xiu Gu swallowed hard and said tremblingly:
"My name is Xiu Gu, I am a prisoner imprisoned here, following orders to forge weapons for the Hall of the Round Table.
My Lord, I am an ugly and lowly bastard, and I deserve to die. But this girl, Roderica, is a good child, and has never been involved in anything that has stained her hands with blood and filth. She is just learning the art of spiritual training according to the words of an old bastard like me. Please have mercy on her and spare her!"
"Mr. Xugu!" Rodlika cried even harder, grabbing the blacksmith Xugu's arm full of scales and short horns with snot and tears.
Galahad sheathed the red sword and shook his head slightly: "Your lives do not belong to you now, nor to me, but to my master. Everything must wait for the master to decide. Until then, you will stay here."
Master? Because the blacksmith Xu Gu was always shackled and locked in the corner of the corridor and was not allowed to move freely, he did not witness the shocking scene when Heather, the lowest level, led the army to invade the round table hall.
In Xugu's opinion, Galahad, who can make the Knights of Night obey his orders, can be regarded as a candidate for the king with the royal character. He is a top-notch warrior who can be compared with Sir Baizhi, Dragonlance Vic, and Bloodword Knight Yunohoslau.
He really couldn't imagine who else could make such a great hero bow down to him. Could it be that some demigod led his army into the Hall of the Round Table?
Bang!
The complicated and luxurious door was violently opened, and Sir Baizhi rushed into the room. This was his residence in the Round Table Hall, and it was filled with candles and old papers and books scattered or stacked up.
He quickly opened the drawer and frantically searched inside, and soon he found a catalyst for casting spells.
Then he pushed aside all the piles of papers on the large table, looking for a medium for prayer.
I was too careless. I let my guard down because I was in the Round Table Hall. I didn't even bring my weapons and media. Who that person was, why did he break into the Round Table Hall, and how he could block the access to the Round Table Hall, these things are no longer important for the time being.
The most important thing now is to repel the enemy!
He held the catalyst in his hand, grabbed the Scepter of Wisdom at his waist, and then he took a deep breath.
"Are you relieved now?"
The teasing voice that rang out in the room made Sir Baizhi's body stiffen.
Heather was sitting comfortably on a large chair in the corner of the room, crossing her legs and flipping through a book full of annotations. She said without raising her head:
"You didn't even notice that there were multiple people in the room when you entered. Am I too inconspicuous or are you too nervous? My lord, relax."
Pah! He closed the book and put it on the desk next to the chair. He dusted off the cover and stood up with a smile.
"You've been looking for me, and now I'm here, you should be happy.
Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Heather."
Heather! He is Heather!
Sir Baizhi, who had always relied on the "eyes and ears" scattered in the border areas to obtain information, saw Heather's face for the first time. He could not help but clench the Baizhi Scepter in his hand.
"It seems that no amount of explanation will be of any use. Even I, Lord Baizhi, am afraid that I cannot convince you to leave the Round Table Hall."
Sir Baizhi walked slowly around the huge table, leaving enough space between himself and Heather.
Heather was oblivious to this, still with her hands behind her back, leisurely admiring the countless books on the large bookcase in the room: "Yes, since I'm here, there's no way I'll return empty-handed."
"Is that so... Then I'll just ask you to die!"
Sir Baizhi took the initiative and swung the Baizhi Staff in his hand to activate the Kalia Circle Magic. A large number of magic swords shining with blue-green light emerged from the air, each of which was enough to kill a Greg Knight instantly.
"NONONO, I wouldn't act rashly if I were you."
Heather tilted her head and wagged her finger.
What? Sir Baizhi suddenly realized that the tips of all the Kalia magic swords were pointing at him. If he continued to cast magic to launch the Kalia magic sword circle, he would be shot into a sieve by the spell he cast.
Heather turned around and hooked his fingers. All the Kalia magic swords flew to his side, tamed like domesticated puppies.
Not only the Magic Sword of Kalia, Sir Baizhi also felt that the Scepter of Baizhi and the magic catalyst in his hands were extremely heavy. He could no longer hold them and they fell to the ground with a clang, as if they no longer wanted to be controlled by Sir Baizhi to fight against the Supreme Lord.
What kind of terrifying power is this... It can actually affect [Weapons]! Sir Baizhi's old face behind the Ringwraith-like helmet was full of astonishment and fear.
"Okay, okay, they are all good children."
Heather looked at Sir Baizhi with a smile:
"Now, let's talk."