My Knights of the Round Table

The woman in the middle is two extremes with her.

Looking at Leticia who was tied to the pillar, and the indifferent and even insulting words of the people around her, her complexion became worse and worse, and she clenched her teeth together.

The hands were clenched into fists, and the terrifying pressure even made the two people around feel it. They glanced sideways from time to time, but when they thought of her identity, there was no surprise in their eyes, only pity.

"My saint, what's wrong with you?"

The magician's weird and hoarse voice sounded from behind the door, and the ugly man appeared in the room as the door was pushed open.

She didn't turn her head back, and looked at the crowd below coldly.

Real memories kept popping up in my mind.

Tied to the stake, surrounded by the people she once wanted to save, but at that time they watched their own death with only ridicule and joy in their eyes.

How similar to these people.

The golden eyes became fierce, and the temperature in the room rose a few degrees unconsciously.

"Kill them." She said coldly.

Camilla looked at the greedy eyes of the crowd below, and asked excitedly, "Is it now?"

"Let everyone dispatch and kill everyone." She gave the order without hesitation.

"It's not in line with our plan."

The magician's voice was unexpected, but there was no surprise in his eyes, and he comforted him slowly.

"They will definitely save her, and we will take action when the time comes..."

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired woman whom he called the saint interrupted him.

"Black Saber holds King Arthur back, there won't be any accidents."

"There is only one thing you have to do, and that is to kill everyone else quickly."

"As ordered."

The magician nodded, turned and left the room on the top floor.

……

Arthur took Joan's arm.

It wasn't to take advantage, but she was afraid that she would suddenly lose control and rush to rescue Leticia.

Leticia was tied to a pillar, with a pitiful and collapsed expression on her face. Anyone who saw her would feel pity. She would never associate such a weak girl with the witch who destroyed countless cities.

But the people around just kept cursing her.

And the scene reached its climax after the bishop of the Ayton town church stepped onto the wooden platform in the center, began a hypocritical speech and accused Leticia.

"It is because of her that our country has fallen into such a territory, and our relatives and friends have completely left this originally beautiful world!"

"... "

The impassioned words came from his old and dry lips, his angry appearance was difficult at his age, and he accused Leticia of her 'crime' from the bottom of his heart.

With a leader, people's anger rises and their sanity drops to its lowest point.

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn this witch!"

The bishop looked at the crowd below the stage, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his old and angry eyes.

Of course he knew that it wasn't a witch who was bound by the pillar - wouldn't it be a big joke if she could be caught by ordinary people like them so easily.

He has the ability to be a bishop in a small town?Already went to Rome to be Pope!

He looked at the terrified Leticia with pity.

Who made you look exactly like a witch?

but…

Seeing the fanatical faces of the civilians below who survived the catastrophe, he knew that even if there were dragons, dragon tooth soldiers and witches raging in the future, his prestige would rise to a higher level.

What's more, he has already received the news that the matter of Camelot has been resolved, and at the same time he knows the problem in the Gaul region, and he will send the Knights of the Round Table and the army to help Banwang solve the disaster.

It doesn't hurt to be exposed as a lie, after all, she looks like a witch.

But if King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table just happened to come and deal with the witches and monsters, then he would at least ride the east wind and become the bishop of a region if he handled it properly.

Even, if he is appreciated by King Arthur and becomes the bishop of Camelot, it is not impossible for him to be comparable to the Pope in the future.

And the price of all this is nothing more than the life of an innocent girl.

Thinking of this, the bishop's expression became even angrier, and his tone became more passionate.

Joan of Arc stood under the stage, watching the figure of the bishop wearing the teaching uniform on the stage gradually overlap with the figure of the bishop that day, her body kept trembling, and she was even countless times angrier than she herself was tied to it.

"let me go."

Joan whispered, the angry trembling voice gave Arthur a headache.

In all fairness, he also wanted to save Leticia earlier, and even more so to kill the dog-like bishop above him, but he preferred to believe that this was a plan set by Camilla and the others for himself and Joan of Arc. trap.

They only have two battle strengths, and each other is unknown.

If possible, he still wants to kill an enemy first with a backhand.

However, seeing Joan's increasingly excited expression, Arthur hesitated for a while, and gradually loosened his hand holding her arm.

For her safety, Mata Hari had been ordered by him to hide in the surrounding houses long ago.

Not to mention the possible heroic enemies, even ordinary back arrows, or the rain of arrows used to attack him that day, as long as it affects her a little, she will return to the Hall of Valor.

Without her, he couldn't comfort Joan alone.

After all, the strength of these people is worthy of recognition for making her so angry.

Joan of Arc felt the strength in her arm disappear, and threw him away.

The moment she was about to summon the weapon, an arrow flew over and accurately shot at the head of the bishop who was speaking generously on the stage.

His head was pierced instantly, and red and white blood flowed all over the stage and the ground.

The white and red stains stained the brown wooden platform, and even the infected water slowly flowed down, and the faces of those who were close to the stage were also covered in white and red.

The red blood slowly flowed down from their heads, and flowed over their angry and bewildered faces, which was extraordinarily funny.

The originally noisy square was silent, and it was so quiet that the wind could even be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle breeze blew by, and the headless corpse standing on the stage fell powerlessly.

'thump! '

Chapter 266 Chapter [-] The Black Rungomignard

The bishop's headless corpse stood alone on the stage.

The common people looked at all this in amazement, with their mouths wide open, and even those who were close were sprayed all over their faces by the stench of blood, but they didn't have time to think, they just watched.

Even the desperate Leticia forgot her sadness after seeing this scene.

The drips of blood, wrapped in dirty things, flowed down the bishop's body to the wooden platform, slid down the wooden platform, and made a ticking sound as it landed on the pebbled ground, reaching everyone's ears.

No one spoke, and no one knew what was going on.

Joan's anger also stopped following the unexpected attack, she looked at the corpse on the stage with lingering fear, and turned to look around vigilantly.

A gust of wind blew by, and the bishop's headless corpse fell forward feebly.

Just now, in order to get close to the civilians below, he deliberately approached the edge of the wooden platform, and now his body jumped over the wooden platform under his feet, and fell directly on the ground more than two meters high.

"Oh!"

The corpse hit the ground heavily, and it also hit everyone's heart.

"what!!!"

I don't know who yelled, but the yell was extremely miserable.

People's shouts were like the key to the end of time stillness. The people in the square reacted. Looking at the bishop's body, their pupils constricted and their mouths opened wide.

"what!!!"

More ear-piercing screams appeared in the square, gradually spreading to further places.

People ran out in desperation, the dense crowd crowded and squeezed out, screaming in despair.

"Witch! Witch!"

Shrieks of collapse and cries for help were heard endlessly.

People kept being knocked to the ground, and the people behind stepped on without looking, just wanting to stay as far away as possible from the central area that they wanted to get close to before breaking their heads.

At this moment, Joan of Arc and Arthur looked a little embarrassed.

They dare not stay away from Leticia in the center, but this also makes them out of tune with the frantically fleeing crowd.

"Don't be afraid! There's no danger!"

Joan of Arc wanted to maintain the order of the people, but when she heard her voice, the crowd who looked at her became more frightened when they saw her appearance.

"Witch! Another witch!"

Screams of pain and howls of despair resounded incessantly from the crowd.

Only then did Joan remember in surprise, her own appearance...

"Don't worry about it, you can't control it."

Arthur shook his head.

"Now they can only manage by killing a group of people."

Joan wanted to refute, but she opened her mouth only to be surprised to find that she didn't have any ability to refute his words.