Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Mordred was a little annoyed. "Some things still need these Muggles to do. Otherwise, are we going to attack the palace directly on the zenith?"

Lancelot finally spoke.

"That's right. Creating chaos and looking for an opportunity to enter the Holy Spirit Temple is what we need to do most right now."

He looked up at the huge palace under the dome.

A strong intuition told him that there must be something in there that he wanted to get.

The feeling was the same as when he first entered Atlantis.

"Get started! Clean this place up!"

Lancelot spoke.

The Knights of the Round Table around him showed either cold or cruel smiles on their faces, and flew down one by one.

Finally, they can do whatever they want!

The three-eyed soldiers were still trying their best to capture the humans in front of them. Suddenly, they felt their feet became heavy, as if something was wrapped around their calves, making their movements difficult.

Looking down, they saw that the entire street had turned into a huge swamp at some point, and their heavy bodies slowly sank into it.

"What is this?"

The three-eyed soldiers struggled hard, but the harder they struggled, the faster they sank.

Mordred sneered at them from a distance.

"The more you struggle in a swamp, the deeper you sink!"

This is his ability [Muddy Swamp], which has the ability to turn any scene into a swamp.

The three-eyed soldiers were suddenly confronted with this ability and struggled desperately for a moment.

"boom!"

At this moment, a series of explosions suddenly came from the huge houses on both sides of the street.

From the burning walls, huge trees suddenly grew out.

[Green Knight] Boss, an extremely rare trait-type, plant-type ability user who can summon giant trees to fight.

A white figure leaped down from the sky, quickly stepped on the trees, and passed by the three-eyed soldiers.

"Shh!"

The white light was somewhat dazzling, cutting through the space sharply.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

The huge heads of more than a dozen three-eyed soldiers flew high into the air, and blood spurted into the sky.

At the other end of the street, the [Glorious Knight] Lan Malok, dressed in a white combat uniform, landed gracefully, pointing the rapier in his hand at the ground, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down.

The joining of the Knights of the Round Table quickly tilted the tide of war towards the human side.

After all, the Knights of the Round Table can now represent a higher level of combat power team of mankind.

When the three-eyed soldiers who were killed saw that the situation was not good, someone immediately took out a flare and released it into the sky.

The yellow fireworks are particularly dazzling in the purple night sky.

Seeing this, the three-eyed soldiers who were still searching for human soldiers in the nearby streets immediately sped up and rushed over here.

But ordinary soldiers, and even some powerful strangers, who came here, quickly became dead at the hands of the Knights of the Round Table.

The streets were burning, and the huge corpses of the three-eyed soldiers filled the roads.

There are many powerful generals among them.

Lancelot trampled on their corpses, but his eyes were always looking at the Holy Spirit Temple in the distance.

"Is there still no movement from the Holy Spirit Hall? Isn't it time to send some powerful people to take action?"

It seemed like she was responding to his words.

At the end of the street, a pair of black military boots slowly appeared.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

The footsteps seemed to step on everyone's heart. Lancelot raised his head and looked ahead with a defiant and cold look.

At the corner of the second floor, they saw a pale face and a pair of dark eyes.

It was a giant three-eyed creature that was more than 20 meters tall. Even compared to its peers, its height was nearly twice that of others.

But he is not ugly in appearance. Even if judged by human aesthetic standards, he can be called handsome.

He had a fair and handsome face, skin as pale as if he had albinism, and long silver hair that fell to his waist.

He was not wearing the black iron armor like the three-eyed soldiers.

Instead, he was shirtless and wore a long cloak.

He held a huge two-handed sword in his right hand and dragged it on the street, making a harsh friction sound and sparks flying.

That sword was more like a pillar than a sword, except that the edges were polished a little thinner.

But no one doubted that when it hit a person, that person would be either cut in two or smashed into meat paste.

General Qiliduoan, the Grand General of the Nash National Guard, is here.