Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

"He is truly a rotten fish and shrimp worthy of the name."

After reading the information in his hand, Ozwald commented rather disdainfully.

But at the same time, he also felt deeply troubled and confused.

[No, let’s talk some sense, okay?Dude, am I a recycling bin that specializes in non-burnable garbage or something?Everyone is trying to compete with me with this kind of stuff, what a hell]

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"Scum."

Almost similar to the purchased information from Ozwald, everything that the bronze knight Olmo Engla had done in the past was told without any concealment by the commentator in charge of this game.

This made her quite dissatisfied.

Not only the perpetrators of the abuse of force, but also those who dare to take the initiative to mention this in such a public event open to the general public in order to stimulate consumer desire.

Before coming to Casimir, the dragon girl had some fantasies about the country of knights.But when she stepped onto the stage in person, what she saw was not the beautiful fireworks that people had in their minds when knights upheld their own honors and beliefs and collided with each other... only corruption; the plutocrats who used scum and public opinion to reap profits.

Really infuriating.

The gray-haired dragon girl thought so; her toes kept grinding the soil of the arena that had been baptized with the blood of the knights, trying her best to restrain the overflowing anger in her heart to the point where her limbs trembled slightly.

However, such "wavering" seemed to be interpreted as something else in the eyes of his opponent, who was so irritated that he laughed at him on the spot.

"If you're scared, you shouldn't be here! Victoria. This is no place for a girl like you who can't even stand still."

The rusty bronze knight looked at Tallulah's beautiful face that was not protected by the helmet and sneered.

On the field they were standing on, there was nothing but two knights with their own armor and a piece of land to stand on; there were no rules, terms, consequences, or even protective measures.

This is Olmer's favorite kind of competition, a place of slaughter that allows him to unleash his strong desire for violence.

Especially after hearing that the other party was actually from the [Round Table], Olmo couldn't wait to see him.

He didn't even give any courtesy greetings; when the gunshot that signaled the start of the game rang out, the heavily armored rusty bronze knight was like a chariot with the engine running at full speed, carrying the violent wind and chopping down towards the opponent. The battle ax in his hand - he had already planned to use this blow to seriously injure the flashy woman who seemed to be a noble, then immediately crush her throat to block the possibility of admitting defeat, and then slowly start to of enjoyment.

"Bang!!"

Under the attacker's huge strength, the battle ax was like a meteor falling to the ground, shaking up the soil on the surface of the arena, revealing the rock layer underneath that was used to strengthen the structure. Thousands of spider web-like cracks on it were densely packed in all directions. Spread out.

This blow was so powerful that even the commentators of the game marveled at the objective damage he caused to the field; but Olmer Inger was very dissatisfied... because he did not see the blood splattering.

"Ha...ha...! He actually dodged it!"

The rusty bronze knight pulled out his battle ax from the rock where it was embedded, turned to look at Tallulah who was some distance away from him, and twisted his neck:

"I didn't see how you ran away... But it doesn't matter, whether you were rolling around like a ball or almost falling to the ground with incontinence... This kind of good luck will not last forever, so let your hands and feet I'll stay with you for a little longer...just for a little while anyway."

As he spoke, he took another step forward amid the dragon girl's frown.

This time Olmer did not choose the same attack, because he attributed his previous failure to the wrong way of attacking - too much power gave the opponent a chance to dodge.

So he learned the lesson of this "mistake", and based on the slender one-handed sword in the hand of the woman called 'Tristan', he closed the distance and launched a powerful and fast strike.

Although there is no saying that gender leads to weakness and strength on Terra, differences due to weapon types do exist; the one-handed knight sword used by women is objectively more powerful than items such as battle axes. Emphasis on skill and agility - therefore, in terms of sheer strength and the sturdiness caused by the amount of materials used, it is often inferior to tomahawks.

And Tallulah's method of responding to the attack was exactly what Olmo thought.

Avoiding direct confrontation between weapons, she adopts either rotation to release her power, or a quick and precise strike mode using every opportunity... Only when she cannot evade with skill and agility, will she raise the kite shield in her hand to protect her. The body is about to be struck by an axe.

In terms of hardware, Olmo was able to give Tristan, a Victorian woman who came from the [Round Table] team, a certain recognition; the premise was that her overly obvious shortcomings in swordsmanship were ignored.

"Funny, really funny. You swing your weapons like those jesters in front of the Grand Knights... Apart from your appearance, how do you look like a knight? Have you really learned swordsmanship? Huh? Noble. The girl!"

He used a stormy pursuit to break through the dragon girl's blunt sword skills, which were seriously lacking in discipline, and Olmo insulted her profusely.

"You are not even familiar with the weapon in your hand...or are you actually just getting this knighthood by coquettishly and opening your legs to your leader on the bed? Ha!! No matter how much you brag. It sounds good, but after all, the round table is still the same thing!!"

"...Maybe this is your words based on attacking people's hearts. I can understand this, but I still want to say; please have some respect for others!"

After sliding two steps to the side to avoid the horizontal attack, Tallulah looked unswervingly and cut the armor on the chest of the rusty bronze knight with her sword, leaving a bleeding wound on his body. At the same time, she said: "I It is true that this is just the first time to participate in the competition, and I have never learned any special swordsmanship (one-handed sword), but that is not the reason why you personally attacked [Round Table] for this - don't you have any tutoring at all? Sir."

"What you said is so righteous; you don't have much ability, but you know how to talk... Huh! Very good, this way I will be more willing to tear your face to pieces, you ignorant noble girl!"

After hearing Tallulah's accusation, Olmo Ingra's face under his helmet became more ferocious; the eyes he looked at Tallulah were full of violence and anger.

The fact that he was injured by someone he saw as a victim stimulated his already sensitive nerves; the intense emotions made the power of the battle ax he swung reach a higher level than usual.

This made it increasingly difficult for the dragon girl to seize the attack gaps she saw with the unfamiliar weapons in her hands, and could only passively endure the powerful and heavy ax blows again and again.

Finally, after dozens of rounds, the already overwhelmed Kite Shield finally met its end - in the face of the support of the big chaebol and the battle ax with better quality, this product that can only be regarded as a solid and well-made product was produced. It was severely deformed, with a deep dent in the middle, seriously affecting the grip of the inner strap of the shield.

This forced Tallulah to give up the shield, which had become a drag. For this reason, Olmo seized the gap and cut off the left shoulder armor and part of the lining of the clothes, revealing the friction caused by the axe. Causes some redness on the skin.

"You're done, noble girl."

Stepping over the broken kite shield on the ground, Olmo held the battle ax up and down with both hands, as if he had seen her being crushed by him next.

"But don't think you can admit defeat honestly. The moment you open your mouth, I will rip out your throat and smear blood on your face that is good for nothing but good-looking. And when this game is over, Your non-human-shaped body may be found in the lower city, ha! Provided that those infected people can still give you a recognizable face——"

"enough!"

The dragon girl interrupted Olmo Inger's words with a low drink of displeasure.

Like a tyrant who finally couldn't bear the noise of the insects and woke up from his slumber, his eyes wide with anger.

The dragon girl swung the weapon casually like swatting a mosquito - in the disbelief eyes of the rusty copper knight, the weapon that he had never collided with head-on due to the type of weapon he thought was to avoid disadvantages easily cut him down. The battle ax was smashed directly from the side, and a piece of broken metal even penetrated directly into the side of the knight's helmet.

"I have heard enough of your filthy words; a beast like you cannot be called a warrior at all and does not deserve to be treated with my respect!!"

He raised his foot and stepped on Olmo's chest. After destroying the weapon and looking at his empty hands, the Rusty Bronze Knight, who was in a daze for a moment, flew backwards like a cannonball and rolled around amid the exclamations of the audience. It will stop after going out for ten meters.

"Anyway, people like you don't care about this issue. In this case, there is no need for me to leave you any face related to the future."

Tallulah sheathed her sword and spoke lightly.

At the same time, the rising ultra-high temperature caused the air around her to begin to distort violently.

[Compared with skills, destruction caused by primitive and violent power, this is the true way of fighting for dragons]

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Knights of the Round Table, fight to the death!Cavaliers Major: 39 Idiot butcher, he has sold for 67 hundred, can he die?

The smell spread across the grounds.

In this arena, which does not have any special design, and does not even involve the additional traps used by the wealthy businessmen to increase their income, there is an unbearable smell that is quickly spreading.

Originating from past competitions, the blood of injured knights spilled on this land, fragments of armor, and even some body tissues emitted a pungent scorch odor as they burned.

But what is even more heart-stopping is that in this place that should have turned into a sea of ​​​​fire, there is strangely not a single spark floating around.

——This is not the temperature brought by the flames, but a more primitive and direct heating.

Huge amounts of heat converge in the dragon's palm, directly heating countless amounts of air to the point where the light in nature becomes violently distorted, causing the human form in the viewer's eyes to disappear and turn into something extremely terrifying... It seems to have been replaced by some other monster from deep legends.

Along with her breathing, invisible rolling heat waves swept through the arena one after another; whether it was soil, stones, or metal, everything was melted and evaporated.Even the armor worn by the rusty bronze knight and the weapons in his hands are no exception.

"Cough, cough... damn noble woman."

Olmo Engla said through gritted teeth.

By now, he had realized that the woman in front of him, who was stepping onto the field for the first time, was not an inexperienced chick at all, but an out-and-out monster.I shouldn't underestimate the Knights of the [Round Table], which has been famous for more than ten years ago... Although they are severely narrow in scale, it is difficult to compare with other knights of the same level or even lower level; but that does not mean that [Round Table] is not the Grand Knights... On the contrary, this is proof that [Round Table] is more powerful - there is no need to recruit people, just relying on a few people on the surface already has a team that is completely equal to or even better than other teams. The power on.

And if you despise the people in the round table because of their low-key behavior, and act recklessly without paying attention to your words... the result will be like you are now.

Not to mention fighting with weapons that are almost melted, it is impossible to stand up straight; even the act of absorbing oxygen, which is essential for the survival of living things, becomes something rare in the world every time it is performed. torture.

——It's okay when you exhale it, but when it's ingested, the air at nearly [-] degrees Celsius will burn all respiratory systems including the nasal cavity or mouth, causing great pain.

The blisters that bulged and burst one after another made him want to use his hands to tear open his throat and chest, grab the entire alveoli with serious fluid accumulation and tear them open, so that he could pour out the pus accumulated in the blisters.

But this is just an unrealistic fantasy.

In fact, fully accepting this unbearable pain, using the consciousness that is about to collapse to maintain the Origin Stone skills that I am not very good at, and weakening the power brought by the resonance of the spell is the only thing that can be called right now. is the “right” thing to do.

As for why the dragon girl who clearly had such power performed so poorly in the previous hand-to-hand combat, was it because she was deliberately letting things off or just for fun... Olmo Engla no longer had the leisure time to care about this.

After all, in front of the angry dragon that could not bear to be disturbed, a weakling like him would have tried his best just to keep himself standing, let alone resist.

Now he just wants to be happy.

"I'm used to bullying other people's lives, but I don't even have the courage to hold my head high in front of a truly powerful force. I just beg for mercy... It's really disgusting."

In his memory, he recalled the face of a certain blond Pegasus who, despite knowing the difference in strength, could still risk his own life to protect the people behind him in a city square ravaged by natural disasters, and stood up to him again without fear; inadvertently After comparing the two people who were born in Casimir and had the same identity tag, the dragon girl who couldn't hide her disappointment and disdain waved her hand casually to Olmo Ingra when she turned around.

Invisible fire swept across the field.

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**PM7:34

"Severe burns all over the body; the ends of the limbs such as the hands and feet were in contact with the melted armor and failed to be peeled off in time, causing them to mix together after solidification, and had to be removed... The respiratory system was damaged, and a large number of organs were damaged - tsk tsk, really It’s miserable.”

In the elegantly decorated former Gallic restaurant, while waiting for the next dish, Ozwald took the time to look at the news that the waiter had brought up as ordered; he couldn't help but booed.

"If this kid is not important enough in the family's future plans, then I guess he will need prosthetics like old Martin. Of course, no matter what, his career as a competitive knight is over."

"There's nothing we can do about it, Oz; this rusty bronze knight is so rude. Even if I try very hard to blame his behavior on the strategy of attacking in the battle, it's still a bit unbearable."

Paired with the shell of the last baked snail that was left after the meat was eaten, the soup made with herbs and butter was poured on top of the hard Gallic baguette. After tasting this dish, Tallulah behaved elegantly. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and explained to Oswald a little aggrievedly.

She has really tried hard to control her emotions; after all, Olmo Engla and Miss Margaret Linguang of the Linguang family are very different in strength, and even the former can only withstand It was a non-targeted attack when she showed a slight interest... Based on the skill of the Bronze Knight, if she really meant it, even if it was just a casual attack, it would definitely be the result of not being swept away by the funeral procession after the game. of.

As for Olmo’s career as a competitive knight being ruined——

"It's a good thing for people like him to leave early, right? Besides, in the final analysis, this game was originally designed to have an honest reason to get rid of him, so he was arranged by the business alliance to compete with me."

Picking up the wine at hand and gently swaying it, Tallulah snorted: "It's just a struggle caused by different factions in the same organization based on different demands and conflicting interests. It is commonplace in every country and city."

The commercial federation will always exist with the goal of making maximum profits; this will not be ignored until it is eliminated in the future.

Therefore, the reason why the Rose Newspaper United Group has repeatedly covered up Olmo Ingla's crimes is simply because he and the Ingla family from which he was born can bring profits to the group; in this case, thousands of people in Casimir Among the different groups formed by Wan's company, there must be groups that cannot benefit from Olmer Engla, or even suffer from his interests.For example, it belongs to the knights who were defeated by him and were seriously injured and had to retire.

As for the Business Federation as a whole, the crazy behavior of the Rusty Bronze Knight can certainly arouse the resonance of sadism in some people's hearts and trigger them to spend a lot of money; but if things go on like this, sooner or later it will lead to greater consequences - dissatisfaction. This is how it continues from game to game.

Not to mention that after the incident with the "Foehn" knights a month ago, the people of Casimir and even the competitive knights have become quite serious against Olmer, who has been shielded many times, as if a heart has reached a critical point. It's like a bomb, just missing the goal.

It is impossible for the directors of the federation, who are always watching the public trends to seize the next business opportunity, not to notice this.

In this case, rather than letting Olmo continue to act recklessly, it is better to stop early before the problem breaks out and cause damage; let him use his last remaining energy and disappear from the world.

For example, the Knights of the Round Table, which already has a good reputation among the people... The newcomers who participated in the competition for the first time stepped on the senior knights and rose to the top. At the same time, as the people expected, they punished evil and promoted good, allowing the grievances to be released—— This may be a beautiful thing.

"But what I can't figure out is why the Business Federation would do something that is more flattering than a win-win situation? Even if Oz, you can be the leverage to persuade the Linguang family, It seems a bit too anxious."

"Maybe they feel uneasy. They know from the bribed members of the National Assembly that the woman Ioletta is going to attack them, so they are eager to find any power... Who knows? Anyway, it doesn't matter to me. "

Oswald shrugged, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and said to Tallulah with a smile: "Compared to those insignificant trivial matters, I think this dinner between you and me is more meaningful. .”

"Indeed~~"

Knights of the Round Table, fight to the death!Knights Major: 40 Maena's current situation

It has been more than a month since I was discharged from the hospital.

From ten years ago to now, I have never experienced such a long period of "slow work".

And if it weren't for a certain Victorian who acted recklessly and abused his power, I would indeed be working from nine to five, commuting between companies as always.

But those are things of the past.

The life on the front line from nine to five to three o'clock has long been shattered along with work.

In addition, because he was on the list, he has no way to submit his resume to any company or enterprise... Therefore, the only thing the Golden-blooded Pegasus can do for a while now is to stay idle in his historic ancestral home. Just among them.

It's really an extremely boring day.

Maena Linguang thought to himself; amidst the sound of wind blowing in from the window, he put down the coffee in his hand.

"...If you want to visit, you should go through the front door; besides, who allows you to enter my room?"

"Really? I'll pay attention next time, if I can remember."

Shrugging indifferently, the hornless, brown-skinned Sakaz bounty hunter pulled up the chair with ease, sat down naturally and calmly as if he were at home, and leaned his back against it. The back of the chair.

"This carpet feels really good. Is it a newly arrived high-end product from Victoria? Tsk, tsk, tsk, obviously I remember that this place was already empty when I came here half a year ago---it is indeed better for a young girl to take care of the house than for a single old man. The things that have been taken care of should be clean and in good condition. You think so, right? Maena."

"-Humph, it's just because of a certain nosy dragon that interferes with it; otherwise, depending on Maria alone, the Linguang family will sooner or later become a vassal of the Commercial Federation. What an unwise and foolish act."

"But what you can't deny is that the family that withered and was on the verge of bankruptcy under the hands of Maena Linguang has indeed stepped out of the brink of destruction and turned around because of the efforts of one girl day after day."

"The family will not dissipate just because it loses a structure made of wood and rocks, and Linguang will not cease to be Linguang just because the fools in the world deny it."