GOR Chapter 212: Lancelot

Glory be my life!

The moment the old monk straightened himself, he no longer had the appearance of an old man!

The candlelight from the candle by his feet swayed and suddenly flared out! It was as though a mass of brilliance had covered the monk’s body, causing his stature to swell up rapidly!

The originally withered fingers, arms and flesh magically filled up; and his hunched body became tall, mighty and imposing.

His wide shoulders appeared capable of lifting up an entire mountain!

The formerly old monk extended his hand and, with a seemingly gentle gesture, ripped out the worn monk robes that he was wearing. Doing so exposed his mighty and imposing upper body, muscles brimming with vigour and strength, exuding the clear attractiveness of maleness in every aspect.

He looked like a statue of Hercules of ancient Greece!

Next, something even more magical occurred!

The man waved his left hand…

From within the clump of light, an arm armour appeared and it quickly attached itself onto his arm! Then came the gloves… shoulder pads… breastplate… greaves…

One piece of armour rapidly appeared after another from within the clump of light before attaching themselves onto the body of the man.

Bei Tai watched with a dumbfounded expression before suddenly blurting out:

“Son of a bitch! What is this? Saint Seiya? ^[1]”

…

The clump of light slowly faded back and the tall man wearing armour stood before Chen Xiaolian and his team. The man’s powerful body blocked them from their escape route.

In his hand was a very long cross-shaped sword.

Both Lun Tai and Bei Tai had their weapons raised, they gripped tightly to their military knives and firearms as they faced the fellow before them.

Chen Xiaolian’s eyes shone as he stared at the man’s breastplate…

The surface was engraved with exotic and gorgeous lines. However, when inspected closely, its pattern could be identified.

That appeared to be a…

Lion?

It appeared that Bei Tai had also recognized the pattern. He saw the lion-shaped engravings upon the armour worn by the man and spat out, “What the Hell? Gold Saint Leo?!”

Chen Xiaolian shook his head. His eyes turned dark as he looked at the man before them.

His old face that had resembled a dried up orange peel had now became like a piece of jade with chiselled facial contours. It was handsome and...