People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

Even on the verge of death, Blake still showed an extremely frightened expression. He suddenly remembered something, and the figure in the memory gradually overlapped with the blond knight in front of him.

Decades ago, there was a hero from the Linguang family. His light made the sun nod. When Casimir faced an hopeless crisis, he led the remaining warriors and crushed the Ukrainian army in one fell swoop. The spearhead of Sars.

The leader closed his eyes unwillingly. If he was given a chance to start over, he would definitely choose to kneel on the spot instead of losing his life in vain like a fool.

The golden rain stopped, and Lin He opened his eyes. He stared at the messy corpses lying on the ground, but did not act immediately.

At some point, a scarlet shadow appeared behind Lin He. It seemed to be a foreign warrior. He was wearing heavy armor. The armor was bright and mighty, and the long knife in his hand shone with a dangerous cold light.

The visitor is Tuola, or in other words, the last Qixue. He is a confused person who sets out on a journey to heaven to find answers.

Just now, Tuola passed by here. He was supposed to go to the Great Knight Territory to find his destined opponent.

However, this last timid man was attracted. He noticed the golden rain of light, and also noticed the tall knight in armor, shining like gold.

At this moment, Qie Xue was sure that this knight would be his answer to Casimir.

"You are very, very strong."

Through the helmet, Tuola made a thick sound, which sounded like a war drum, and every word revealed a strong sense of power.

That light rain gave Tuola an incomparable sense of sharpness. He once walked in the wilderness and saw the destructive glow of thunderstorm clouds hanging down by natural disasters. But even the power of nature could not compete with the source stone of this knight. Comparable skills.

Under the helmet, the warrior from Sargon showed a somewhat excited expression. He felt that his blood, his soul, and every part of the warrior's body began to tremble sincerely.

Since he set foot on the heavenly journey, he has been searching for those who are strong enough. In ten years, this warrior has never been defeated.

When he passed by a small tribe in Sargon, the tribal shaman told Tuola that in the country of knights, there was an existence called the "Shining Knight". She was a descendant of Pegasus, and her ancestors were once... Khan's enemy.If he wanted to add luster to his heavenly journey, that Pegasus might be his answer.

"Come and fight me!"

Tuola slowly raised the long knife, holding the handle tightly, ready to strike this earth-shattering blow at any time.

Since Sargon, he has crossed the mire and defeated Sargon's first warrior. He has also fought in the wilderness and cut off the heads of beasts of burden with his own hands.

Friend, old enemy, mentor, clan member, no matter what, as long as it can add color to Tuola's destiny, he will accept it.

However, in the sunshine, the golden knight paid no attention to Tuola, and he did not even turn around.

His arrogant attitude angered the last timid warrior. The warrior suddenly raised his sword and slashed with all his strength.

Even the towering ancient trees will be broken at the waist, and even the strongest armor of the tribe will be penetrated by Tuola's sharp blade. When he swung the sword, the fierce wind blew on the back of Lin He's head.

At the last moment when the sword was about to touch Lin He, the blond man stretched out his hand. He pulled out the knight's sword from his waist, then turned and stabbed out.

Human dynamic vision could not capture Lin He's speed. Tuola only saw a bright flash of light. The long sword that had been with him for more than ten years turned into powder, and the blond knight's sword was already against Tuola. 's throat.

This power is obvious, this power is beyond Qie Xue's imagination.

The sun did not hesitate to shine its light, silently spreading the golden color, and the knight's silver armor was also dyed golden. He stood in the sunshine, like a king standing on a high platform.

For a moment, Tora had an illusion. He felt that the man in front of him was not a knight, but the King of Knights who only existed in Casimir's nursery rhymes and only existed in the mouths of bards.

The king who had all the virtues to save Casimir from the war and even defeated the Nightmare Khan.

"A timid Xue?"

"I can't feel the breath of your ancestors on you."

As the blond knight said this, he put away his long sword, as if he didn't bother to fight Tuola.

"The most glorious warriors of the Nightmare Khan, Sargon's most powerful and steadfast protectors, those cowards standing in front of the Khan's tent, where are they?"

The knight's voice was soft, but his doubts were loud and clear.

Putting on the armor of his ancestors and taking up the weapons of his ancestors, Tora followed the example of the ancient warriors and embarked on the journey to heaven. He should pursue his khan, but in the final analysis, he is still a confused person.

Taking up weapons does not mean becoming a coward. Those warriors of the past have long since turned into dust. Even the great Khan has disappeared in the distance. His traces can only be found in the scales and claws of history.

The knight's words stopped Tora. The timid man lowered his head and looked at the broken weapons on the ground, as if he was looking at his own broken destiny.

Yes, the king is dead, history has been lost, the ancient glory is nowhere to be found, where have those cowards gone?

Tuola couldn't get the answer, and this heavenly path couldn't give the answer either. Young Qie Xue fell into doubt.

In the silence, the blond knight spoke again, his voice distant and ethereal, like a narrative poem, like an ancient song lingering in Tuola's hometown.

"The vast grassland was lit by fire. That was the Khan and his tent."

"The warriors camped here and were dispersed by the light of flames all night long."

"Thousands of troops marched under the command, following the common king."

"The flags almost covered the sky, and the soldiers' songs echoed for a long time."

"The king and his warriors entered the land of Foehn, and the ancient epic died."

Torra listened quietly, and he could almost imagine the scene. He could see the great monarch waving his arms, and the cowards rushed to the foehn hot land, scraping the skulls of the spirits and demons with their long knives.

Lin He stared at this ferocious red figure, and he felt unlimited potential in Tuola.Perhaps, like the Khan, he will become a sharp blade that tears apart evil spirits and restricted areas.

As an angel investor, he certainly didn't mind giving some trivial help to the confused Qie Xue.

So, the blond knight stretched out his hand, and the authority of the gods surged in his hands, turning the delusion into reality.

There was some scarlet liquid flowing in Lin He's hand. It was a drop of blood from history, the blood of the [Nightmare Khan].

Since Lin He completed the demon fragments, his power has become even more incredible. He can fabricate anything that exists in reality or only in fantasy, and has a considerable part of the essential characteristics of the item.

For example, this drop of [Nightmare Khan]'s blood is essentially aggregated pheromones, and blood is just a carrier.

"Qixue, where are those Qixue? Where is your khan?"

The knight's voice was hollow and light, almost chanting.

In Tuola's sight, that drop of scarlet blood slowly flowed, eventually merging with his soul.

So, the last Qixue saw the fragments from thousands of years ago. He saw the great deeds of the Khan, and saw the Qixue as the king's sword, punishing the entire continent of Terra. Khan screamed in his iron hooves, and he saw the [Gate] leading to the boundless starry sky collapse, and countless warriors raised their weapons high and cheered.

This is the heavenly path, this is the heavenly path that belongs to that [Nightmare Khan].

On the wasteland, the last timid Xue raised his head. He looked at the sky that was gradually losing its color, and felt full of consciousness, almost boiling.

Countless pheromones have still not been conveyed, and countless fragments are still pouring in, filling the empty heart of the confused Qixue.

The blond knight had disappeared long ago, but Tuola didn't care at all.

Here, in the country of knights called Casimir, the last coward will fade away from confusion and loneliness, and it is time for him to embark on his journey to heaven.

Qixue firmly believed that the last khan was on the way to heaven.

Chapter 137: Have you found your own way?

Above the vast wilderness, a knight galloped on his horse. He was wearing silver armor and holding a spear, crossing the horizon like a shooting star.

The visitor was Chesper, the leader of the Knights of War. His scouts noticed the gangs of rogues wandering around and doing evil. It was time to close the net.

Unlike those knights who have long since fallen, this middle-aged tall knight still has a righteous heart. He grew up listening to the knight's commandments since he was a child, and his noble character has long been engraved in his heart.

As he was getting closer to his destination, Chesper mobilized his senses. As a top knight, his perception was not insensitive. He could clearly hear the slightest movement dozens of meters away.

The first thing that entered Chesper's nose was the strong smell of blood, which was the smell of blood that remained after dozens of people had died.

The knight leader frowned. He secretly clenched his spear and felt sad for the victims in his heart.

However, when he actually arrived at his destination, what he saw was another scene.

In the dense forest, the corpses of the bandits were lying in a mess. They were all killed by a single blow from the knight's sword. The ground was stained with blood, and their stumps and internal organs were everywhere.

"It has actually been solved? Who did it?"

When Chesper continued to move forward for a short distance, the knight's doubts were answered.

The last bandit was fleeing into the distance, but this did not change his fate of death. A long sword pierced his chest.

The blond knight put away his sword without any expression. Along the way, he had wiped out more than a dozen groups of bandits. For those who had not contaminated human lives, Lin He mainly expelled them, but for those who had harmed human lives, Lin He did not spare any of them. .

In the distance, Chesper stared at the golden shadow, and the knight fell into a trance.

For a moment, Chesper almost thought that the blond knight was Ma Enna. He was so similar to the former Ma Enna, with his eyes that hated degradation and decay, and that arrogant posture that seemed to never give in.

But Chesper knew very well that Ma Enna would not appear here. The matte knight seemed to have bowed to the Federation of Commerce. He became a social beast, nodding and bowing to businessmen every day for a meager salary. Busy and exhausted.

Over the past few days, Chesper has heard many rumors about the Golden Knight. People said that a noble knight paraded here. He brought medicine to the sick, he helped the lost children return home, and he used his long sword to Protect the village from invasion.

At first, Chesper thought it was just some noble knight who wanted to imitate the deeds in the knight's novel. However, more than ten days later, these rumors not only did not disappear, but intensified.

The bandits wandering in the wilderness almost did not dare to move. Several large caravans also said that they had been helped by a golden knight. Even the bards wrote a few new hymns.

The appearance of the leader of the Knights here naturally seems to be a bit of a confirmation.He wanted to find out who the rumored knight was.

"Your Excellency, I am a leader of the expedition group. Thank you for your contribution to the nearby villagers."

Chesper lowered the tip of his gun. His voice was soft and his attitude was humble, indicating that he meant no harm.

As a knight who still has justice in his heart, he has a natural affection for the blond knight.

Looking at the gray-haired knight, Lin He suddenly remembered that the leader of the knights in front of him was the tragic character Chesper who appeared in "Higurashi Pathfinder".

A noble knight tortured by his heart, a pathetic man who died for his own beliefs.

So, Lin He turned around, and an indifferent expression of ridicule appeared on his face.

"Thank you? It is a knight's bounden duty to help the weak."

His expression was so similar to Ma Enna's, and even his teasing tone was so perfectly replicated that Chesper couldn't react for a moment.

He subconsciously believed that the person standing in front of him was the noble Maena. That knight-errant had never gone away. He still stood there, confronting darkness and injustice.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

The blond knight turned his head and was about to leave, but was stopped by Chesper.

"Wait a minute!"

Whether it was out of mixed emotions about his former friend or out of the joy of finding someone of his kind, Chesper wanted to talk more with the blond knight.

"If you don't mind, I would like to have a chat with you. My private camp is nearby."

Faced with an invitation from the leader of the Knights of Conquest, no knight would choose to refuse. Even if we look at the entire Casimir, Chesper is considered a top figure.

The golden figure looked at Chesper as if looking at a martyr.

"Dear leader of the Knights, can you tell me why the village that is supposed to be protected by the Knights has been invaded by rogue bandits along the way?"

"Where are those knights? Where are those knights who claim to be righteous?"

Chesper couldn't answer, or in other words, everyone knew the answer, but no one was willing to say it.

Patrolling the village will not bring any benefit to the war knights, so naturally no one will do it.

Since Chesper became the leader of the Knights, he has seen too much darkness. Behind those noble figures are dirty deals. Sometimes, people have to compromise.

The gray-haired knight lowered his head. If he were the leader of any other fighting knights, he would definitely say, "This blond knight is too arrogant. He doesn't even know what a knight is."

But Chesper didn't say that. When he was young, he was so high-spirited, patrolling the village over and over again, chasing the bandits tirelessly, trying to drive all the darkness out of Casimir.

Unknowingly, Chesper has become just like everyone else, and he has become what he hates most.

The golden knight left, and Chesper didn't stay again.

The leader of the knights rode his tall horse slowly towards the camp.On the way back, Chesper fell into deep thought and began to think back bit by bit.

When did he start to ignore the suffering of the people? When did he start to acquiesce that darkness is invincible?

When the dark clouds in the sky swallowed up the last ray of sunshine, the leader of the Knights finally returned to the camp.

There, his soldiers sat around the fire, discussing the topics that any knight would love to talk about: honor, promotion, titles, family.

But Chesper felt nauseous and nauseated. After coming into contact with Lin He, his spirit and will seemed to be infected, and this infection was not literal.

At dusk, the silver knight dismounted, picked up his spear, and walked silently into the night. Countless thoughts surged in his mind.

He saw that the farmers were still in the fields, working in the dim light. While working, they discussed the weather tomorrow and the kind-hearted blond knight recently.

For these poor people, it is the best thing to have a knight to drive away the bandits for them.

On weekdays, residents of Casimir living in nearby towns are often harassed, and many people lose their money and even their lives.

A little further away, the fighting knights talked about honor and ideals. They represented nobility and justice, but they never lowered their heads to see the suffering of the people at the bottom.

For them, the darkness far away is the eternal enemy, and the suffering close at hand is just the daily life of others.

Chesper tightened his grip on the spear in his hand and walked towards the deepest part of the darkness.

In front of the newly built grave, the wife is crying for her husband who died in the bandits, and an old couple is crying for their son who died in a natural disaster.