Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

Putting all worries and hesitations far behind, he took a step forward without being hindered by anything. Amidst the pain in his body, the Minoans took a deep breath with great enjoyment. ——Unprecedented emotions surged in my chest.

A hot breath of blood filled the space between his hands that were no longer weapons but still held empty hands; it seemed to be burning, turning into the shadow of a bloody sword blade.

It looks like a sword; a simple shape without any complicated or fancy decorations, except for the shape that makes people think of a huge sword that needs both hands to use.

"Pfft!"

A very simple thrust, but the result is somewhat surprising;

The giant sword in Dekaiopolis's hand pierced Ozward's body like a flaming blade piercing tofu, even though the latter had not yet let go of his arms. Strictly speaking, it could play a certain defensive role. hands, but this pure-blooded object still regards these traditions as nothing and penetrates into the chest of the red dragon.

Then, the blood knight drew out the dimmed sword blade and retreated to avoid the lash from the dragon's tail.

"coax!"

A few seconds later, Draco, who had nothing strange at first and had no feeling of being penetrated by the sword, suddenly felt the smell of hot blood appear all over his body, as if he had been put into a small box, picked up with the tip of a sword and roasted in a fire. The same as the devil, and it is getting worse.

Ozwald was a little surprised by this.

Just like he discovered that the power of this technique relies on blood as fuel, and tried to use spell resonance and Drak's Origin Stone skills to adjust the suppression, but still had no good results, and even had the opposite effect.

Under the continuous and violent burning, even the red dragon did not have much chance to try and react. The whole body exploded rapidly under the burning flames, blowing the armor on its body into pieces from the inside out, causing nearby people to explode. The venue shook suddenly.

He himself even fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out, a faint smoke coming out of his slightly open mouth and nose. He was stunned for three to 40 seconds before he stood up.

"What kind of trick?! You have such a good job and you still hide it until now?"

"That's not the case, Lord Ozwald. In fact, this is the best time I have used a sword since I became a warrior... although I mostly use an axe. And there is a high probability that I will never perform like this again in the future. ." Shaking his head, the Minoans replied sincerely.There was a bit of embarrassment on the dark face.

"It's in perfect condition, it's a stroke of genius, isn't it... Tsk, it doesn't matter you, or those two from the ice field... you Terrans always seem to be able to give me some kind of shock called [miracle]."

Ozwald looked at the blood knight in front of him with a complex expression on his face.

——He doesn’t envy the other party’s performance at all; things like this only happen occasionally due to luck, and the strength gap between the two sides is so big that even if he stands still and is stabbed by him seventeen or eight times, he won’t be able to do it. What's the use of a "lucky shot" that's too seriously injured?In the battlefields that I can foresee in the future, it will be impossible to rely on these bells and whistles. I just have to actually fight for my inner strength... A concave character is useless, right?What good could this do?Right!My brother is a person who puts science into practice, not metaphysics...

"Forget it...that's it...after all, it's an excellent blow."

After the meeting, the red dragon finally let out a long sigh, chose to reconcile with himself, and put on a posture to bring an end to the battle that had been delayed for a while.

Of course, as a reward for the Blood Knight's last breakthrough in fan service, Ozwald also planned to show him some powerful moves.

"——I am the one who has reached the ultimate level of martial arts (be prepared)."

He stepped forward with a heavy step, and while shifting his center of gravity, the red dragon opened his fists and let out a low declaration before disappearing from the spot.

And for a short period of time, Dicaeopolis, who was a good champion knight, barely used his dynamic vision to capture... the red dragon in a rather weird posture after saying those words. It rushed towards him like a pan.

But in the next second, the blood knight felt that the surrounding environment dimmed... as if he had fallen into a dark abyss.

There is some external matter that forcibly deprives you of the sight that should have been normal;

The only thing that the shattered and hazy consciousness could capture was the two scarlet light tracks spinning and galloping beside him, representing the attacker's presence (eye pupils)...

Objectively speaking, it was a short moment, but physically it felt like a long and desperate time... The number of people who were attacked was countless, and hundreds of blows like a torrential rain were over.

【Destroy! 】

Standing in the smoke and dust, behind the slowly falling Blood Knight, the figure of the red dragon stood upright with its back turned.

[Winner! !Knights of the Round Table, Ozwald Albatarian (Artolis), advanced to the quarterfinals! ! ! ]

ps: Instant·Prison·Kill!

Knights of the Round Table, fight to the death!Cavaliers Major: 46 Step Forward

After the winner was announced, which represented the end of the game, as one of the necessary measures for the major tournament, the medical staff who had been waiting nearby for a long time ran over with their portable equipment in a short time to provide medical assistance to both sides of the battle. Post-war physical examination and interim treatment.

Of course, compared to the Blood Knight, who suffered an instant prison kill and was carried off on a stretcher even though his life was safe but seriously injured, the Red Dragon had no injuries as always.He simply asked for a few clean towels to wipe off the large amount of blood stains on his body caused by the Minoan Origin Stone skills, and then left the arena briskly along the exit from where he came.

However, just as Ozwald changed his clothes in the player room; while stroking his wet white hair, he thought about waiting to go to other competition areas to watch the other round tables who actually had no need to cheer. In the Cavaliers game, he was still a despicable and shameless lazy dog ​​who went home early and went to bed after having sex with Jiojio... As he walked out of the aisle unsteadily, from the corner of his eye, Honglong suddenly caught a glimpse of the person on his right who was responsible for maintenance. Security personnel for the Major Order...

Ok.

Just, what should I say?

Ah, this is the blond Kuranta man from BYD who is wearing a patrol uniform and armbands. He looks like he just woke up. His eyes are wandering and he is trying to cheer up. He is holding a cup of instant coffee in his hand. ...It seems, seems, maybe, why the hell does it look familiar! ?

"Ahahaha, it must be an illusion!"

Laughing dumbly, Ozwald kept shaking his head because of the stupid reasoning in his mind, and walked a dozen steps under the expressionless gaze of the patrolman.

Then at a certain moment, he suddenly looked back, his eyes pierced, he stared back with a savage glare, and he spoke in a solemn tone:

"You little bitch, how could you, a rotten and stinky salted fish that has allowed itself to be corrupted, show up here? And with that skin on your body, what on earth are you messing with!"

"As you can see, it's just work. It's just something that everyone in Casimir City does. There's no need to make such a fuss. Ozwald."

This answer immediately choked Ozward.

Indeed, as an adult living in a civilized society, it is natural to find a job if you want to live, and it is also normal to wear the corresponding uniform as needed after finding a job... But, but!

That's that Maena!That Maena who would rather live in ruins than do something real, let his family go bankrupt, put a heavy burden on a 16-year-old minor, and still get out of it!You know, right?

It's really strange, this feeling.

Perhaps this was Ozwald's preconceived prejudice after he was deeply disappointed with what he had done...but he felt an indescribable weirdness from the bottom of his heart.

This weird feeling made him not know for a moment whether he should laugh at the possibility of Ma Enna if he continued to behave badly, or from the perspective of half a member of the Linguang family, he said harshly like he once used power for personal gain and said, "I'll kill you within three days." This rotten job is ruined!" Something like that.

In the same way, having learned from the past, he probably had already anticipated some possibilities that would arise after Ozwald discovered this job, so Ma Enna had thought about it in advance, or at this time. Discourse.

"I asked Lord Ioletta to get this (police work) because I intend to do something practical, so you Draco, don't mess around."

"Huh? Really?! What do you mean?" Hong Long didn't understand.

"Well, it basically matches what you, Tolan, Martin, Zofia... and other so-called old acquaintances of the Linguang family have in their impressions of the Linguang family? Of course, let's agree in advance. , I don’t plan to do anything earth-shattering, so don’t have unrealistic expectations of me.”

Maena thought for a while and said this.

What followed was the silence of the red dragon.

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"...Are you kidding me? Maena Linguang."

His voice was low; Ozwald frowned, looking up and down at the Pegasus in front of him, his eyes full of confusion and distrust.

But this was also expected by Lin Guang's second son; just like the expression on Ioletta Russell's face when she received the letter and summoned him on the day when everything turned around.

Ozwald would not be the first person to be disbelieving and confused by his job, and he would not be the last.

"It's an idea I came up with after thirteen hours and 42 minutes of thinking. Because of the immature relationship, you can call it a [joke], but that's not impossible. Ozwald."

"...Why, Maena."

"It's not important, Ozwald. The so-called reasons and consciousness are all insignificant."

Yes, trivial.

After all, the root cause of change is just discovering that the familiar elders, peers, and juniors around me... all of them are using their own way and on their own road to move forward little by little and achieve results, but they are still in the same situation. Those who were stubborn about the 'Qi' point suddenly realized that they were just hesitant to do something because they couldn't go too far.

As for whether this can be regarded as a change of heart and the so-called return of the prodigal son, regardless of other people's opinions, Ma Enna thinks that it is probably not that exaggerated.

This can only be described as an attempt.

There is no way to judge whether it is correct or not, and it will not make any changes to the disappointing overall situation; just speaking from a personal point of view, tentatively lifting one foot that has not moved forward for a long time.

"So you went to the Grand Knight Commander and asked for this job?"

"Yes."

After taking a sip of coffee, Maena said calmly: "You don't have to scheming with the nasty business federations, politicians and other dirty guys; you can solve those things that you don't understand and violate laws and disciplines within your reach. There are still a lot of things that an ordinary small patrol policeman can do... Even if those messy unspoken rules are kicked out, the members of the National Assembly can slap them on their hands... If you think about it seriously, it's quite good."

After all, such an approach, even if it is supported by the reputation of Ioletta Russell and the Linguang family, basically has to completely draw a line with the future - at most, at the end of the year or at some commendation meeting, it will lead to some This kind of commendation for excellence is more virtual than real.

But it doesn't matter.

Just like what Tamaena said most often, Casimir had no right to award him a medal; the son of a hero did not disdain the hypocrisy in the political arena of the House of Representatives.

But the Linguang family belongs to every Casimir person.

As long as these insignificant people can reap some small benefits, it is not a waste of effort.

It is enough for Linguangjia to have the recognition and approval of these people at the middle and lower levels of the pyramid.

This should be the path that true Linguang will take.

"After all, I've returned to my old job as a ranger, solving problems for the people. Is that what you mean? Second child." Ozwald raised his eyebrows at Maena in front of him.

"It's too difficult to be a knight... I don't have the ability to be like Oz, you and my eldest brother, so I can't just settle for the next best thing and just make do as a ranger to find some self-satisfaction..."

Ma Enna sighed and smiled helplessly.

"As for the family's reputation and revival, I don't dare to think about it anymore. I can only wait for someone to be knighted."

"Hey! Why are you still thinking about my Earl Bimawen? Damn it, a scumbag like you is only qualified to be a palm eunuch at most! Ma Enna."

With his tongue sticking out and a look of disgust on his face, Ozwald pointed his middle fingers at the Pegasus in front of him - I expect you to be the vanguard general, maybe you will be flying before Tracys kills him?

"Damn it, what time do you get off work, you little son of a bitch! Find a place to drink!"

"There's still an hour and a half. My shift is not responsible for the evening show."

"Fuck!? What took you so long! You are such a waste! Maena!!"

"Then you have to ask a certain cerebral palsy Drake. Otherwise, based on my 15 years of perfect attendance, I should have had more than a month of vacation."

"Shut up! You're a parasite who wants to feed off little girls! Can't you just learn from my brothers and be self-reliant!"

"Then you have to say this... Twelve or thirteen years ago, if I hadn't appeared on the scene. A certain Drake still doesn't know what happened to the white-haired dog and his big cat owner brought by Victoria, but if you think about it carefully, they The ancestral kindness accumulated by my family for thousands of years, I think I will be able to be served comfortably~~laugh."

Pegasus and red dragon were arguing here.

It's like going back to the way it used to be.

ps: End the plot related to newspaper zombies.

The patrol policeman, who implements justice and law, takes the initiative to find and deal with various problems in his eyes (any evil will be brought to justice). As long as he is strong and strong enough, he can indeed do a lot - as a matter of course. The ostracism and small shoes that will be incurred, but with the backing of Ioletta and Linguang's family, I can withstand it. If I don't get promoted, don't get a raise, and don't think about my future in my life...it can be regarded as the so-called "gnawing at the old age". .

Well, in the final analysis, it was the inspiration from BA (Sure is indeed the primary productive force).

Knights of the Round Table, fight to the death!Cavaliers Major: 47 ptsd, then wear small shoes.

"call……"

With the last stack of documents in her hand finished, Ioletta, who had finished today's task, let her body lean back on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

To be honest, the matters that the chief of the Supervisory Committee needs to deal with are actually not that many. At least for the highest-ranking combat knight who has ever run on various cruel battlefields, this level should not be a problem... But she is Ursus after all. The old role of Casimir was already active during the emperor's time; as the age increases, all aspects of the body, including mental strength, inevitably decline to a certain extent, which makes Ioleta even I just felt a little tired after sitting in the office and dealing with a few urgent matters related to the Major.

And tired people naturally need some entertainment that can relax them, such as watching some videos for fun.

"I remember the Major Championship has reached the top [-] today, right?"

After returning home, the great knight hesitated for a long time and asked the butler to play today's game video on the big screen.

——Although the Knights of the Round Table are all superior opponents to the competitive knights, it is precisely because of their high level that their battles have a different kind of smoothness. .

Especially at the stage of 32 to 16, when the opponents can barely withstand the performance and can further show their own unique fighting methods, the viewing experience is actually quite good.

Wielding a giant sword, Caprini took away Casimir's "black" color with implacable force just like he did nearly nine years ago;

Bright but not dazzling, just like its title, it is full of elegance and beauty, like Elafia, the flower of the high mountains;

It releases a terrifying explosion of flames, leaving opponents with a sense of despair with its overwhelming destructive power. Although she is restraining her power, she still feels like a tyrant-like dragon girl.

Even including the battle between the red dragon and the blood knight Dikaiopolis, which was so superior without using both hands, Ioleta actually found it quite interesting to watch.

After all, in the final analysis, what is needed to change the mood is not these pictures that are refreshing and hearty enough to make people unable to help but have a strong sense of substitution?Not to mention how many people in this famous country of knights have never imagined that they are a powerful knight?

And the current Knights of the Round Table can satisfy this very well.

Some people implement the art of strength, while others insist on brilliant colors; showing overwhelming disparity, performing arrogance that defies everything... Even the dark desires in the hearts of a small number of people, the desire to inflict fear and despair, can find satisfaction among them. (If it weren’t for Kuroyukihime and the Kingdom, that Geraint would have looked a bit like an inner guard).

Like their various races, the Round Table is filled with a variety of colors, each possessing sufficient power.

However, it is worth mentioning that when the game video on the screen turned to the one named Lancelot, who looked like a Sakota due to the strange wings and halo, Ioleta frowned a little... It was not that she was right. What does this player have to say? At least the fact that Sarkota did not use the firearms that their race specializes in, but instead used a Casimir-specific saber, is worthy of the decision to give him the highest degree of punishment. Respected.

The reason that prompted Ioletta to frown was mainly because she felt a subtle familiarity in Sacota's dazzling sword-drawing movements; she always felt that she had seen him before... or at least should have. It was only right that his presence existed in the memory of Rutland's senior officials.

It's a pity that it probably took too long, and the other party hasn't shown his face for a long time... It should be more than ten, twenty or thirty years, so Ioleta really can't remember it.