Angel Son of Tomorrow's Ark

Luo Zhen picked up the doctor who had stolen food on the spot, and poured her untouched instant noodles into the toilet, making her cry loudly.

This woman, why is she so fond of junk food like instant noodles... Luo Zhen's father, who is very clean when it comes to food, is very hard to understand.

But in short, as long as he is alive, he will never allow the women around him to eat fast food. This is Luo Zhen's principle of life.

So he carried the crying doctor on his back, and took her to make supper together.

In Maria's eyes, this series of scenes that were so skillful and intimate made her sigh with admiration:

"Brother Luo Zhen and Sister Doctor, they really have a great relationship...there is only the space between them, and it feels like there is no room for them to get in, why is that..."

Margaret: "Probably because the fate between them is longer and stronger than others. After all, true trust is like gold, and the precipitation of time will only make it more pure... .Let's not mention that for now."

For the time being, Margaret held back her own poetry, and coughed amidst Viviana's low smile:

"In short, the match between Rozen and the Blood Knight has been decided. After they decide the winner, our match will follow, Skadi."

Margaret looked directly at the deep-sea hunter, her bright eyes seemed to be hiding sunlight.

Skadi, who just took a hot bath, is still in the aftertaste of comfort, and his eyes are a little sleepy:

"I don't care. I don't know much about competitions. Up to now, I haven't felt the breath of my compatriots... If Linguang wants to win, I'll just let you win."

"And, to be serious. Except for Luo Zhen and Nian, I haven't met anyone stronger than me on the ground. This is not your problem, it's just that the people on the ground are too weak, don't worry about it."

Googling...

Skadi's cruel and heartless truth, not to mention Margaret who was directly related, even the corners of the eyes of the few people around who were listening twitched.

Because everyone is their own person now, Luo Zhen absolutely did not hide it from them, and explained the identities of Skadi and Ghost Shark.

But for the Agor people of the submarine civilization, and their special combat unit, the deep-sea hunters, if you really have to explain it, it is more complicated than the identity of Luo Zhen, the holy son.

As a result, most people don't understand, and they only understand that Skadi and the others are very strong, ridiculously strong, that's all.

Among them, especially the wild mane knight Aivona, who was the most violent, stood up with a (.oˇ?ˇo.) face on the spot, trying to walk towards Skadi.

Thanks to Sona and Justina holding her down from left to right, and letting Grenati give her a back fall from the arch bridge, the loss was stopped in time, and a self-harm behavior was successfully prevented.

Margaret's expression was a bit subtle, but she still nodded and admitted:

"Indeed. I admit that my strength is far inferior to yours. From your point of view, I may not even have the value to compete with you, not even a match."

"But, Skadi. We are not dueling, but competing. Although I don't want to say this, there are rules in the arena, which is different from a life-and-death duel."

Without any hostility, Margaret reached out her hand to Skadi to signal.

Skadi tilted her head in confusion, and then, like a well-behaved large dog, raised her hand to Margaret's.

The brilliance of Originium skill bloomed in Margaret's hands, emitting warm rays of the sun.

The bright light shines through the palms of the two, reflecting the color of the blood vessels under Skadi's fair skin, which is the same bright red as the people on the ground.

Margaret laughed and said:

"I heard from Luo Zhen that you can't bleed on the ground, right? But it's no problem, we're just competing according to the rules, and there's no need to bleed."

"In contrast, the rules have a regular way of scoring. Hitting the part, the angle of the hit, or any method that can reach a consensus can determine the outcome. Although from the perspective of the organizer, it is definitely hoped that the players will not die endlessly, but we don’t need to listen to those bosses and directors have the final say on our game.”

Skadi: "So... what does that mean?"

Skadi, who has always been too lazy to think with her own head, only felt that Margaret's light was warm and comfortable, but she didn't understand anything else.

So, as Skadi's external brain, Miss Ghost Shark kindly explained:

"It means, Skadi, you can make a rule with Miss Margaret, and whoever reaches it first wins. This way, it will not be regarded as letting go, nor will it hurt the friendship, nor will it be injured. It is the best of both worlds. Woolen cloth."

Hey...Skadi obviously has a troublesome expression on his face, he is really lazy to sprout.

Fortunately, at this time, Luo Zhen who came with supper also spoke:

"Well then. If Margaret wins, I'll prepare a prize that you're sure to want. If Skadi wins...then I'll grant you a wish, anything .”

"...Any wish is fine? For example, accompany me to swim in the sea for a whole day, and never leave me, is that okay?"

Skadi's eyes suddenly lit up!Blood-red, revealing the color of pure desire!

Although you can't usually see it, Skadi's appetite is quite high.

Moreover, she is quite clingy in nature, and she is more greedy than Shirtel if she really wants to act like a baby, and her carnivorous nature is indeed fully revealed.

With her expression of wanting to eat people, Luo Zhen nodded and agreed.

Now, Margaret is also asking for a hammer, and there should be a match that will make the Casimir audience very excited.

As for Luo Zhen himself.

"That blood knight uncle, what kind of person is he?"

Luo Zhen is also a little curious, looking forward to his own game.

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...Day [-], on the field.

The Blood Knight didn't have the airs of the former champion at all, and came to the arena early on his own initiative.

Without even waiting for the host Mobu to warm up and build momentum, the Blood Knight took the initiative to come to the preparation area, unmoved by the enthusiastic cheers of the audience.

He held a huge ax in both hands, and his whole figure was like a stalwart sculpture, with his eyes closed and rested motionless.

He has convinced this to be his last battle.

Not only this year's major, but also the last game in Casimir...maybe even the last game in my life.

Like an old man, he savored and chewed over and over again his years of life in Casimir.

He is also an infected person. Because of the infection, he can no longer stay in his hometown, so he wanders with some sick friends.

After coming to Casimir, in order to survive, these wandering infected people have no choice but to become a member of the underground arena.

One thing to correct is that long before the Shining Knight, Kasimir had a black underground arena that allowed infected people to compete.

In other words, because it is an underground arena without any rules, it is necessary to find those infected people who do not have any human rights as consumables.

In the Federation, some of the directors who resolutely opposed the knight system of the infected were not actually afraid that the infected would steal the limelight from their knights.

It's because once the infected can have a legal knight status, those pure black arenas will not be able to operate, that's all.

He wasn't a blood knight then, just a dark-skinned, well-built Minoan with a hard-to-remember name.

He was allowed to enter the arena, 1 because he can fight, 2 because his appearance perfectly fits the stereotype of Minoan warriors outsiders, and 3 because he is really obedient.

He never talked much, obeyed all the arrangements of the manager, and only fought silently.

Even the meager bounty, he didn't ask for even a dime, and it would be polite to say that he is a hardworking old cow.

It was also because he was so obedient and easy to use that the manager of the underground arena couldn't help being greedy, forged his identity for him, and brought him to the Grand Knight Leader to participate in the competition.

Although his identity as an infected person must not be revealed, as long as he wins a game or two and sells it to the knights who fancy him at a high price, he can run away with the money.

If it is exposed in the future, it is the old black cow's own business, and has nothing to do with the manager!

... This "beautiful" abacus was seen through by the spokesperson of the Chamber of Commerce at the time before it even started.

After all, salesmen in the countryside are much worse than the spokespersons of the Great Knights.Means and vision are not on the same level.

But the spokesperson who drove away the greedy managers had a much more greedy purpose than him... He wanted to establish a knight system for the infected.

After the blood knight asked him why he did this, the spokesperson replied:

“[When it comes to infected people, the color will change, so ordinary people can’t do anything. The infected people are a treasure, and we should not reject them so much. Until the day when someone can really make the infected people fully recover, there will be a large number of infected people.. ...Then how can it be regarded as sound if there is such a large amount of gold mines that are not dug?]”

[Infected people have commercial value]...Just because of such a simple reason, the blood knight became the blood knight, became the so-called first infected champion who created history, and even became the hero of many Casimirs .

How funny, and what a sigh.

From the beginning to the end, I was just seeking a way out for myself, and I was simply [living].

But as I walked, I found that I was getting farther and farther away from the life I expected, and finally even reached this step.

Although there are many shackles, the blood knight still finds that in addition to his own survival, he seems to have some spare power to allow other infected people to survive.

And as long as the farther you go and the more you win, the more infected people you can help.

Although that was just a drop in the bucket, with himself as a packaged champion, maintaining a knight order was already the limit.

But it's still a matter of opening your arms a little... and then opening your arms a little harder, you can cover a little more range.

The blood knight understands better than anyone that he is not a hero.

A hero shouldn't be a vocabulary that a discordant and useless person like himself deserves to enjoy.

But where are heroes in this world?

Before the heroes appear, can mortals just bow their heads and endure, praying that one day, someone will come to save them?

The blood knight couldn't think of an answer, but he could at least say the word "no".

He can't be a hero, but he can be a mortal who works hard to live.

And while working hard to live, he can also do his best to help a few more people with the same disease to live. This is all his goals.

So, so.

In the blink of an eye, three full years have passed since he became the so-called champion.

Returning to Casimir's Yao Knight, Margaret.

And that dazzling paladin who is like a young god.

This person who lives in a world completely different from his own, who is like a real hero, or even a god-like figure, will unexpectedly become his opponent at this moment.

His body had also reached its limit, and the Blood Knight had to consider that this might be his last chance.

Luo Zhen: "Your thoughts are heavy. Like blood, champion."

The voice of the paladin came from the other side, accompanied by the enthusiastic shouts of the audience.

This was even several times higher than himself as the champion. All of Casimir's hearts had already been taken away by him, and there was no room left for the false hero, the Blood Knight.

But when Luo Zhen stepped onto the field, he didn't do enough to serve the audience as usual.

He ignored the audience, and only looked at the blood knight seriously, but a small voice came into his ears clearly:

"Your feelings are even heavier and stickier than the last time we fought against the Patriots together. At that time, you had the consciousness of dying, and I can understand it. But why now?"

"I didn't feel it at all. You have the slightest mood to enjoy cheering. The knight competition is nothing but torture for you, and you don't even have the determination to achieve a certain goal like Margaret. Then why do you still go to the arena?"