Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

The fifth bullet burst out like a flash of light, causing fluctuations in the Origin Stone's skills, causing the flying dragon's movements to pause for a moment.

The sixth bullet with the greatest power successfully hit the target, and the brilliant flames knocked the red dragon off the ice platform he controlled and stood on, and fell back to the arena, raising dust all over the sky.

The rising smoke did not last long before it was torn apart by Metatron's dispersing sword pressure, revealing the figure of Ozwald who was waiting tacitly.

Surprisingly, at this time, the red dragon no longer stood, but touched the ground with his hands, turning into a four-legged posture like a beast, arching his back little by little, lowering his body further... From that low In Fu's body, a slowly compressing and gathering force is forming, and the huge double horns above his head are also aimed at the front as if half-aiming.

Seeing this, Metatron couldn't help but raise the corners of his eyes, showing an embarrassed expression as if a distant relative whom he hadn't spoken to in 800 years suddenly sent a letter saying that he owed millions and begged him for a loan - but he never dared to have the slightest bit of embarrassment. main idea.Holding his breath and concentrating, he hung the revolver back on his waist, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands in a posture to respond to the impact, and waited with all his strength... A strange light flowed down his hands to his sword. Up, dazzling, bright, fiery...

After a while, there was a sound that was beyond the reach of ordinary human eardrums. A terrifying loud sound exploded, like millions of thunder rolling in the cumulus clouds, trillions of gunpowder exploding in the tunnel...a game the size of a football field. The stage was directly divided vertically, and all the earth, stone and metal were squeezed by a huge force and suddenly rolled up to both sides.

The collision between the horns and the blade erupted with unparalleled light and heat - not only a physical confrontation, but also a confrontation of Source Stone energy.The crowd watching from a distance screamed and fell. It was not until the organizers activated one of the security measures of the Major, a tactical self-discipline technique to resist impact and light, that they gradually subsided.

On the stage, after the twisted light and flames clashed to a certain extent, they finally exploded completely at a certain moment and expanded into an incandescent mushroom cloud.Its surface is filled with the brilliance of flames and arcs caused by excessive energy, turning the dark midnight sky into daylight.

"Are you really planning to beat me to death for Ioletta?" Metatron complained in fear as he panted violently.

"Oh, that's not the case. After all, I haven't overloaded it yet. And the main thing, buddy, is to test your strength and see how many powerful people you have hidden." The red dragon standing in the thick smoke smiled and put down his hands on his shoulders. With his right hand, he also glanced at the sword wound there.

The damage caused by the sword blade was secondary. What really surprised him was the flame that was constantly burning on it... It was not a simple temperature or plasma like flame, but something more strange, as if it were pure will. Some kind of conceptual damage that materializes after being transformed... If you want to put it bluntly, yes, it's like the angels in Dungeons and Dragons use... a sacred weapon that burns the body and overloads the mind.

Sun Blade.

"It seems that you used to brag to me that you were super good at swordsmanship, and you were not lying. Amei."

After repeatedly trying to extinguish the flame but finding no success, Ozwald bared his teeth and said to Metatron: "But now you have no sword."

In the previous fight, the exquisite weapon forged by Casimir in Metatron's hand had been overwhelmed, causing most of the sword body to collapse, and it could no longer be used as a weapon in battle.

"Well, that's not necessarily the case."

Metatron said this.He reached out and took the initiative to twist off the last fragment of the sword in his hand - although Sakota was not known for his physical abilities, after all, the sword had become fragile and soft under Ozwald's blow, so even if it was just a sword at this moment, Ordinary Philin children without any trembling training can easily break off the last remaining blade of the sword.

Of course, the result is that Metatron, who could barely be called the Lord of the Broken Sword, is now completely "unarmed" with only a handle in his hand, and at most a bare sword.

Before the red dragon could speak, he saw Metatron raise the hilt of the sword in his hand in a show-off manner - far brighter light than before was flowing, intersecting, and weaving together; just as the red dragon did not want to It’s like giving up the very meaningful [Broken Steel] and insisting on using arc magnetism to connect the fragments, but now it is more pure and thorough... Metatron has created a new shape of the blade, its blade is shining brightly, exuding the sacred of aura.

Even under this warm light that was like a real sun, Ozwald actually felt that his spirit, which was a little sleepy due to his biological clock, became active and invigorated.

Not an illusion.

"Although I haven't been able to show you Oz what it really looks like, I really don't need a blade."

Metatron waved the Sun Flame Sword in his hand twice casually.The familiar feel does not cause the slightest obstacle even if it has not been used for a long time.

Of course, Metatron himself knows well... As he just said, this sword is not what it really is. At least it is not enough to be used in combat; after all, it has been dusty since more than 30 years ago, and it still needs to be Only by erasing all the rust on it can it be revived - so there is only a suitable opportunity left.

"Wow, you're pretty cool, you old boy."

Ozwald whistled subconsciously.

After seeing Metatron's Sun Blade, he felt that his interest was getting higher and higher, so he decided to use some real skills to deal with it, otherwise he would not be able to live up to the position his good brother gave him in his heart. .

The next moment, the red dragon's expression immediately became serious; he stepped in with both feet as if anchoring, straightened his neck, and slowly raised his head - at the same time, the silver-white armor on his chest moved from the inside out. Golden-red light was dialyzed, and unimaginable high temperatures erupted from it.

The red flames were as dazzling as the world's annihilation, and strong pillars of air surged up around him; the scaly flames opened and closed on the skin of his cheeks and neck, and then converged and swirled around the increasingly bright spots on his chest. The light seemed to be pulling out something deeply buried within it - so the red dragon, with his upper body raised high, folded his hands and grabbed it.

That is a sword.

A huge two-handed sword.

In full view of everyone, the red dragon pulled out from his chest the scaly sword that he had forged with his own flesh and blood.

"There is nothing that cannot be cut in front of this Caesar's sword."

[The next step will be very scary]

"...It certainly seems that way."

Noticing the opponent's sword that flickered in and out of flames like breathing, Metatron nodded in deep agreement with Ozwald's words.

Even without a fight, the angel could tell that no matter how many defensive methods were in front of that sword, it would cause terrible injuries once it was cut.

So Metatron only thought for a moment, and immediately extinguished his sun flames after complimenting him, and made a gesture with his right hand that held the hilt of the sword that had a unique meaning in the game.

"I surrender, referee. I lost this fight. Now declare this guy the champion."

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As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy meeting fell silent.

However, Ozwald, holding the magic sword high, looked quite "calm".After hearing Metatron's resignation and the announcer's helpless announcement of the birth of the champion, he nodded slightly, then smiled and used his other hand to move towards Metatron:

"Okay, stop whining and nagging, come here and take a stab at me. It took a lot of effort to get it out, but we can't let the audience down."

"Hahaha, you are a fool who wants to confront others when you see them using their skills, but I'm not one of them; besides, what can I gain from a real fight with you?"

Throwing away the hilt of the sword that had completed its mission, Metatron admired the look on the red dragon's face that no matter how hard he tried to pretend to be calm, he still couldn't hide the look of excitement that was coming but was forcibly suppressed. The feeling made the red dragon's entire face appear sickly red and distorted:

"Let the elders be wise and learn more, young people (turn around and run)."

"Damn it, did you hear me tell you, old guy, to stop?! You have no chivalry!!!"

"Yeah? Why are you so anxious? (Le)! Referee! Referee!! Hurry up and take this champion to receive the award~~~"

Knights of the Round Table, fight to the death!Knights Major: 50 Major concluded

Casimir Wall of Champions.

This splendid exhibition hall is always meticulously and maintained every day. Although it can be said to represent the glory and history of Casimir for more than a hundred years, it is usually only open for a short period of time during specific festivals to provide space for those who have dreams. The young people are watching - but when the final winner is determined in the special tournament, and the best knight competition king in Casimir is successfully crowned on the championship night, there will often be a noise that surpasses all facilities. and vitality.

The eliminated contestants, the fans who were selected by good luck, the chairman of the National Assembly and the Supervisory Committee, many high-level knights... and the enthusiastic reporters who couldn't wait.

Hundreds of people gathered here, and under the order maintained by the security personnel led by Ma Enna, they formed equal queues next to the long red carpet;

The salutes roared and the flowers flew.

After that, he washed away the stains from the battle and put on his silver-white armor, which was engraved with patterns and reliefs and reflected bright light under the spotlight. Then he was surrounded by two Pegasus with Silver Spears. Then took the first step on the tour.

At this time, the already lively crowd once again ushered in a new climax - the roaring sound of applause, whistles, and cheers echoed like thunder under the night sky led by the Grand Knight.

People cheered the name of the winner, and the new king with the crown kept waving to the crowds on both sides, further stirring up the waves of enthusiasm.

Under the witness and congratulations of everyone, the Lord of the Round Table hung the completed portrait of Master Casimir next to Decaiopolis, who was once the Knight of the Blazing Axe... This was the moment when the knight imprinted his existence on the card. It also marks the official start of the championship award ceremony while leaving a mark in its future history.

No one is organized, but everyone has the same idea.An unknown number of flash lights came one after another almost as soon as the portrait was hung up; even a strong man like Red Dragon, who often breathed flames and looked directly at all kinds of bright lights, felt a little dazzled for a while.

And it's not just flashes, other things are also expected to come.

For example, nearly a hundred reporters could no longer hold back their questions.

There are countless questions like your victory speech, your mood at the moment, future plans, development direction...etc.

Although most of them were based on sincere blessings during this period, there was also a lack of roundabout remarks in order to gain attention in the future - generally speaking, these unruly and deliberately difficult guys would be appointed by the Cavaliers' agents and spokespersons from the Business Federation. Decline and expel, and even decide whether to use the small button to contact the Wuzhou Alliance depending on the situation.

But Oswald declined that arrangement and dealt with it alone.And it did well beyond all expectations.

Lord Drak answered the questions that could be answered with astonishing fluency; at the same time, he also showed flawless tact when questioning those hidden plots, and replied one by one with impeccable and glorious words - as the final result The Red Dragon Emperor, who was about to tear off the curtain of disguise and step onto the grand stage of Nanuo, needed to preview and become familiar with similar situations in the future.

Just like what the old red dragon who had experienced many storms taught his chosen successor for tomorrow before everything went into the abyss...'

Ozwald recalled the knowledge that he had tried hard to remember but had not been able to use for many years, and reorganized and summarized it... This also made some lights, shadows and sounds that were about to fade resurface in his mind.

'It seemed like that that day too'

Yes...Oswald Artolis can still clearly remember that at the Victorian New Year's ceremony when the official of the Drak court announced the next owner, the young dragon wearing the King's golden crown took over the crown symbolizing royal power from his "father" The black staff walked up to the stage from behind under the gaze of tens of thousands of people; the old king, who had been tempered by the years, looked at the new master with a smile on his face, watching him welcome the baptism of flowers and glare, and take in the baptism of flowers and light. Blessings and malice from all sides...

But now that he has experienced all this after becoming the champion of Casimir's highest national competition, it is inevitable that Ozwald will feel a different kind of dislocation in his heart.

In this way, he subconsciously turned his head with the help of a reporter's question, smiled and looked at his back with the corner of his eye that would not attract anyone's attention - of course, there was nothing else there except a piece of desolate air. .

"Ha~"

There was a moment of shock, and then there was a dumb smile that only he could hear.

This change in expression is not eye-catching, but it will never be missed by those paparazzi who want to use a magnifying glass to clearly see every blind spot on the champion so that they can easily make up some explosive points—— But that's all.Such a smile is more likely to be seen as a remnant from the previous interviewer, and is mostly positive.Far from being able to forcibly codify changes such as frowns, curled lips, and more outright dissatisfaction... this is in line with the positive impression that the public has in the minds of the public, that champions are always more approachable.

So most of the annoying paparazzi can only change this helplessly.

Of course, there were also some observant knights who discovered it.

From then on, the curvature of the corners of the victor's mouth, bathed in light and shadow, seemed to rise a little more.

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It was not until late at night that the reporters who had returned home with a full load but were still not satisfied, reluctantly left the exhibition hall where the portrait of the champion was hung at the "suggestion" of the Silver Spear Pegasus who was guarding the champion, leaving behind a reassuring loneliness. .

After that, Ozwald did not stay long in this building that recorded Casimir's glorious side and also concealed Casimir's secret files. Silver Spear Pegasus, whom he already knew, briefly reminisced about old times and then completed the handover.Then he was led by the staff in the exhibition hall and left through a side door that would never be followed by paparazzi with malicious intentions - the two Knights of the Round Table were also waiting for him there.

It's Metatron and Bodracasti.

When Ozwald came out, the two people were still chatting about Sami's Cyclops. The two sides, who seemed to be naturally racially opposed, were now looking for common topics to close their relationship based on the same power.Of course, there is also some leisure time because of waiting, so I take some entertainment.

But no matter what the reason was, the two Knights of the Round Table stopped their original topic after seeing the long-awaited red dragon, and spontaneously followed their master's departure.

"You seem very happy, my lord."

After taking a moment to look at Ozwald's back and the difference in his pace from usual, Bodrocust, who was following him, immediately said these words.However, in order to prevent the inconsequential but annoying trouble caused by having ears on the partition wall, the old Wendigo deliberately changed his title instead of Your Majesty, which he usually prefers.

"..."

There was no denial, but this obvious silence became strong evidence for the patriots' speculation.

After hearing the words, Ozwald turned his head, touched his cheek with his left hand, especially his thumb, and rubbed the corner of his mouth a few times.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Actually, it's obvious. You didn't even press the issue of my surrender after all."

Metatron shrugged fearlessly.

Frankly speaking, he was actually prepared to be beheaded by Qiu Houwen, but the result was beyond his expectation... And the only thing that can dilute the unhappiness in people's hearts and let go of disputes is primitive happiness.

"So, what good thing happened?"

"No, I just thought of some happy memories. You know, sometimes happiness is a very simple existence - a piece of super sweet candy we ate as a child is enough for us to chew it over and over again decades later. "

Spreading his hands, Ozwald slightly raised his head to his two Knights of the Round Table, with a 'you understand' expression on his face.

Seeing this situation, the two knights didn't ask any questions and just nodded with understanding - just like the red dragon said, the happiness of children is the treasure that can make them smile whenever they think about it, so feeling happy is also Of course there is no need to ask.

However, Ozwald still said the serious matter while smiling at the corner of his mouth.

"My city, where is it now? Metatron."

"Outside the border of Casimir, in the mountains near Rutland. After all, we haven't hung up a city-state identification code that can be recognized by others. Entering the territory of the Kingdom of Knights will be regarded as a war and invasion. So. I notified some of my old friends from the Gunqi days and asked them to lead some people to guard the city a little."

Metatron and Patriot looked at each other, and Metatron quickened his pace. After being almost one body length ahead of the former, Metatron answered Ozwald's question.

At the same time, he also gave his own opinions and suggestions.

"But we don't have much fuel, Ozwald. We can only supply the territory heading towards Victoria... and only towards. We will be forced to anchor before reaching our destination... or let the basic defense measures completely stop. to carry the maximum range in one direction...although those would have been of a deterrent and decorative nature."

"In addition, I think that the former members of the integration movement and the newly infected people recruited in Casimir still lack a sufficient sense of belonging and loyalty; allowing them to come into contact with the real city too early may lead to a recurrence of the Qicheng period. There is no need to destroy the preliminary order established so far." Following Metatron, the Patriots also reported to Ozwald the current situation of the infected: "The most important thing is that their capabilities are far from enough. To be qualified for various positions necessary for the operation of the city.”

"Well, those you mentioned are indeed problems...but they can all be solved."

After An Jing listened to the two people's reports on the current situation, Ozwald nodded slightly, as if he didn't take it seriously, and could not see any troubles: "In terms of energy, first purchase it at Casimir." Grant it; Checheng Basic Block has already produced some profits in the past six months, so invest it as capital. And this does not require Ioleta’s nod, even if it does not take the path of the Business Federation, it is energy-related It would be nice to buy some from the industry.”

"Even so, it's just a drop in the bucket. Oz, this level can only be a starting point."

"On the contrary, just starting is enough. Meta; I've told you this - the most important thing in Britain is the energy to run the city. I will ask Geraint to deal with this matter soon, and then Just watch quietly...let me give you a pass based on the element of surprise."

Ozwald blinked at Metatron, seemingly determined to keep this secret until that day.

This made Sakota feel helpless, but at the same time relieved.After all, based on his understanding of the red dragon, this man will only emphasize the sense of ritual and surprise when he is very sure - on the contrary, when he explains everything clearly in detail, that is when he truly understands the red dragon. When things get tough.

The same goes for the infected people that patriots are worried about.

"It doesn't matter, even if they are not qualified for the position, it doesn't matter... In fact, that city does not need any sharers. And its operation and change only need a dragon named Ozwald Artolis. enough.

Because, one day, this pure white royal city will become an extension of will and hands and feet, completing every change due to human thoughts. 【The· part ·of ·mine! ]"

"..."

The patriots responded with silence.

Just like Metatron, who is also confused at this moment, even the old Wendigo who has experienced many years has difficulty finding reference from his past experience that can answer the question.

But it doesn't matter, as a minister, you should not question the monarch's decision - at least, his role is to be the pinnacle of the unyielding implementation of the monarch's will, rather than a thinker who questions and makes suggestions.

What Oswald Artoris, the Emperor, said, Ranmallock, the Knight of the Round Table, did.