Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

The red dragon observed the Kazdare Regent who occupied Londinium, observed the weapons that Victoria planned to use to control natural disasters, and left his creations of anger there as "relics" , as his own warning and a necessary letter for future wars.

And when the hawks and dogs of the owner of the dove occupying the magpie's nest were angered by this provocative behavior and searched in vain for his traces, the last great king of Drak went elsewhere.

——Not caring that the expensive coat was wet and stained by the smelly sewage in the trench. In the smell that brought back many memories, the man bent down and walked through the anxious days of his youth. Then he squatted down at the end of them and carefully moved away the covering garbage pile, exposing the small empty slot behind it.

Most of these places that have been used have been searched by others in the past 20 years, either from the minions of the lion, or homeless homeless people due to bankrupt gambling... Only a few very few There are few places that can still retain the same appearance as when they left last time, and have not changed yet.And when he discovered this, the red dragon's face would always grin slightly, revealing a rather proud and proud smile.

He was like a child who secretly ran away from his family behind his back, searching for ancient treasures with primitive and innocent fantasies. He walked through the familiar pipeline that he had walked before and was almost engraved into his instincts, mixing time and All the worries are far behind.

Maybe one day, maybe two days, maybe a little longer.Drake didn't care about these trivial matters, he just focused on walking on the road to the past.

Until that narrow, dark place that seemed to never end... was brought to an end in the sudden light and the suddenly clear sight.

After walking past the moss-covered and ivy-covered bricks of the garden that he had kicked down, the red dragon patted the dust on his body and walked around in the falling ice crystals, walking towards the castle.

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Walking slowly, Oswald closed his eyes and listened to the sound that echoed in the corridor after the collision of shoes and the ground. He walked like an emperor in his castle, silently feeling everything about this noble and majestic thing - only these things he I would rather thank those big cats back then. Whether they were doing it to show off their martial arts or from some other perspective, specialized personnel came here every year to maintain and repair the Obsidian Garden, which was semi-open to Londinium residents.

This allowed him to explore in a happier mood, open another dusty door, and enter the inaccessible depths of the castle.

The walls on both sides of the corridor emit a faint fluorescent light and are filled with all kinds of ferocious skulls. They are the trophies of the red dragons and are kept here as decorations to show off the power of the red dragons... ...Most of them come from before the city-state era before Victoria. Most of them are the giant winged beasts of the wilderness overlords and the basilisks of the king of lakes somewhere. There are also a small number of blood eagles, pegasus, etc. that show the appearance of the ancestors. The skulls of Griffin and other gods... Each Dragon King will bring back a memorable existence in his life, or be brought back by the other party.So when he was brought to visit by his "father" when he was a child, he laughed and said that he once aimed at the head of Frederick III; he also said that he would wait until the crowning ceremony to go to the wilderness to look for the head of a giant winged beast. The cubs serve as the talons and mounts of the new Lord of the Scales.

It's just a pity that the skulls of the dragons, including the old king who said this, were eventually crushed in the mud of blood and fire.

"..."

The Emperor of Britain stopped in front of the last wall that had been built for hanging but was empty. He looked up for a while, then reached out and touched the broken steel sword on his waist. He untied it and hung it up, then closed the door and left the room, arriving at the hall in the center of the castle.

——When you see it, almost all the wall facades are of a black color that makes visitors suffocate. Standing along the wall are well-made knight armors with gold and silver patterns on the surface. The long swords they hold in their hands. Exuding colorful colors, some are as bright as silver, some are as dark as black steel...

These are treasures that dragons have obtained in various wars or visits and other diplomatic activities over the past thousands of years. Hammered by famous craftsmen from large workshops in Victoria or other countries, each piece is valuable and can be used as an excellent Collections preserved.

In the display cabinet in the center of the treasure house, a hill of bright and attractive high-purity gold is piled up, with a huge crystal clear agate sleeping on the top - but in fact, this pile should originally be made of various colored gemstones. But because there was no hair left on the head in that month at the beginning of 1090, I had no choice but to replace it with something like this after the museum was closed for renovations.

"Haha! Damn it, dirt!!!"

A certain red dragon seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the culprit of all this, laughing with a broken face and pointing fiercely.

Finally, he broke the glass of a cabinet and took away a heavy decoration while the alarm sounded throughout the castle.

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When Londinium was not a mobile city, the Western Hall of the Holy King Guild was already here.

Originally its name was just the Western Lobby.The Drak royal family gathered their ministers in this palace and decorated the outer walls with their favorite gold and rubies.

Those decorations were burned in the fire 300 years ago.However, the skeleton of this building remained and witnessed the coronation of the first King Aslan.

After that, the Western Hall was officially renamed the Western Hall of the Holy King's Society to commemorate the peaceful era jointly created by King Drac and King Aslan.

26 years ago, the last King Aslan was captured by Parliamentary troops in the same place.

Nowadays, this is no longer the gathering place of the Victoria Parliament; the Sakaz people from Kazdare use this place unscrupulously, using orders representing Victoria to absorb the power that swallowed up Gaul and ascended the throne. The blood of the new overlord.

But on this day at least, there was only one sound that could come out of here. .

"Ding!"

The sound of metal scraping against hard objects echoed in the hall.

The man sitting in the first place seemed to be captured by sleepiness while waiting in boredom. He held his arms and his head drooped slightly - a gorgeous golden crown was hung on one of the horns on his head. Due to the occasional shaking and collision, it produced such a pleasant and refreshing sound that represented power.

Outside, there were bloody shadows surrounding the entire lobby.

Move the water in the pool: 30 Blood Demon King... seconds!

"Ah-"

A footstep broke the silence and awakened the red dragon from its nap.

He raised his head back until it touched the tall, cold seat. Then he reluctantly opened one of his eyes and glanced at the person walking in from the entrance of the lobby.

Similar to himself as Draco, he has white hair, blood-red eyes, and pointed ears; but the difference is that he has sharp canine teeth that can be easily seen when he opens his mouth, and bloodless pale skin.

Every step that was taken slowly and slowly seemed to have been carefully measured, no more, no less, and it was so smooth that even the lower edge of the cloak did not sway at all, as if it was something from a romantic storybook, night. An elegant nobleman who visits the mansion and revives the heart of an innocent girl with his humorous conversation and charming demeanor.

And as he got closer, a strange sweet fragrance filled the air.

"Oswald Artoris, Draco's Dragon King. Victoria's true master."

Standing a few meters in front of the red dragon, he softly called the former's name and the title he would have in this city.

True to his appearance, he really looks like a young man who would be so handsome that his photo would be published on the front page of a fashion magazine or newspaper, and he would talk eloquently about the political and economic situation in Londinium during interviews. noble.

If...the ground beneath his feet wasn't soaked in blood.

"The king of the blood demon clan."

They called each other by name, and in this way, it can be regarded as an introduction to each other;

Ozwald sat up a little straighter, looked at the other party with interest, and asked:

"Since you have met the lord of the country, why don't you worship him?"

"The Demon King has always been the only one who can command Sakaz and make us and others worship him."

Facing Ozwald's questioning, the Blood Demon Lord's face did not waver much.As early as two days ago, he discovered the red dragon that was scurrying around in the sewers of Londinium and did not know what it was doing. It was just because he hated the humidity and dirt that he did not take action immediately.

In addition, the regent had clearly stated that he would treat this "guest" well, so the Blood Demon Lord just allowed the wanderer who had been away from home for many years to pack up his emotions and clothes and come here to welcome him.

Looking calmly and indifferently at the crown casually carried on the horns of the red dragon, the Blood Demon said: "Besides, Drac is just a loser who has been crushed long ago; there is nothing in this Londinium that belongs to the Military Council. Even though you are called a king, you cannot live up to your authority at all; who would kneel down and worship you like this?"

"Indeed, our red dragon lost to Aslan, that's true." Ozwald nodded. In this regard, as a loser, he frankly accepted the ridicule of the Blood Demon, but then he spoke again. It was a twist: "Having said that, there are still some fundamental differences between a lonely man who has ruled a great country for thousands of years and was defeated, and a man who doesn't even have a city-state of his own, but still shamelessly calls himself a [big king]. You What do you think?

【Tikaz】. "

"..."

The originally indifferent expression disappeared from the blood demon's face, and at the same time, the boiling blood at his feet also fell silent for a moment.

Then, when the indifference that suppressed the flames filled his face, a faint vibration came from the ground, causing the entire western hall of the Holy King's Association to begin to shake.

"Pay attention to your strength, blood demon; be careful if you damage the lobby, your chairman will have no place to hold a meeting and you will be expelled."

Seeing this situation, Ozwald kindly reminded the Blood Demon.

However, his kindness was obviously not accepted by the latter; this could be seen from the increasing vibration in the lobby.

"Before you, the gods and ancestors, crawled all over the earth like maggots and built those weak towers and fortresses, were all the creatures on this earth controlled by us?"

Hearing this, Ozwald was stunned for a moment, then frowned, thoughtfully waiting for the next words from the Blood Demon Lord.

"You couldn't help but rush here from your hiding place after hearing the regent's plan. You still care about the crowns of the red dragons and want to become the patron saint of Victoria? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Oswald's fingers are jumping with great anticipation"

"Osward Artolis; your existence is unnecessary!"

"Oswald's Eyes Shine with Great Light"

"You will see the descendants of Drak; what they will show in Londinium is the angry attitude of the Sakaz people like us!!!"

As he spoke, the Blood Demon King gently raised his fingers, as if raising a crystal wine glass, or matching the beat of a piece of music.

The strong smell of blood, which was more than ten times stronger than when he came in, penetrated into the nostrils, and bright red filled the entire field of vision.

[Shadow] jumped up from his feet, and the extremely thick blood was like a monster with teeth and claws, shooting towards the red dragon, shattering the crown belonging to Drac hanging on his head, surrounding his body like a cage Nailed through the marble seats of the parliament, sealing off the space where the red dragon stood up.

But Ozwald felt no fear at all, only joy.

Oh, yes, yes!That’s right!That’s right bro, that’s what it tastes like! !

'Ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong dong don't sound I don’t know what it is yet)——----Dong-------'

Under the command of DNA, Ozwald, who had already switched his brain melody to "The Roar of the Big Monster", couldn't hold it back anymore and raised the corners of his mouth to give high recognition to the Blood Demon King's wonderful performance.

He wiped his warm cheek with his fingertips and took a drop of blood from the wound.At the same time, he asked a very distressed question:

"Hey, if that's the case, can we reconcile?"

"Reconciliation? Now? Are you kidding me? Little brat of the Red Dragon family!"

——With the sudden increase in the tone of the Blood Demon Lord, the blood roared with the owner's anger, rushing from the ground, from the wall, and from above the head.

But then, Sakaz noticed something incompatible with the blood he manipulated... It was sparkling and crystal clear, like the finest rubies. The hot droplets were not "similar to those around them". "Blended together, but until it passed through the sea of ​​blood and pierced the center of his eyebrows.

For a moment, his mind seemed to explode, and an indescribably sharp "chirping" sound refilled Sakaz's brain.

"Don't be too misunderstood, Blood Demon. What I said was that you came to beg me for reconciliation."

Ozwald looked at Sakaz who was covering his head with his hands and said contemptuously.

"If you continue to be so ignorant, I will kill you with a booger next time!"

Ps:

Turning the Pool: 31 Battle of the Four Kings (Forcing True)

How to describe it, that kind of sound.

It was as if 1000 million birds and animals of different types were having a noisy party as much as possible, during which noisy equipment such as electric saws, welders, and lawn mowers were used as tools... ...After all of this was mixed, it was compressed into the brain in less than a blink of time, and then exploded.

Because of this, this sharp, nauseating sound destroyed all the blood demon's thoughts, leaving him with only the biological instinct to guard against danger still functioning, and almost losing all movement abilities.

Maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes?

It wasn't until the Blood Demon Lord, who had no ability to judge the passage of time, woke up from the torture, and his painful brain could once again clearly distinguish the figure of Drac, that he covered his head with his left hand and Sakaz heard with a sinister expression - —

"It's really tricky. If it were an 'ordinary person' like the Silver Spear Pegasus or the Great Flame Forbidden Army, that moment would have been enough for him to die because he lost control and was commanded by the will I injected into him to burst out with blood all over his body. It turns out that you just broke some capillaries in your nose. Hmm... Is it because you Sarkazis often suffer from another innate will, so you have a tolerance, or are you more powerful? Blood magic."

The red dragon tilted its head slightly and squinted its eyes in a provocative arc.

But it was after his reminder that the Blood Demon, who had been absentminded for a few seconds, discovered that two streams of warm liquid were slowly sliding down from his nasal cavity following the constraints of gravity, even staining his chest red. The pale clothes in front.

This made him startled and angry.

As a man with the ability to manipulate life phenomena, Drac would use his own blood as a medium and weapon to carry Origin Stone spells. Although this practice was rare in the history of this clan, it was not unheard of.It is normal for there to be three or five strange voices in the crowd that advocates explosions and firepower.Not to mention that in the information and instructions given by Traces, it was mentioned that this red dragon had been trained as a second-generation Witch King by the group of fellow dead remnants of Leitania, and had grown from hybrid blood. It's normal to learn something from Wu's hands.

but!ask!question!yes! !

As a member of the Blood Demon clan who has mastered the path of blood for 1 years, I, as the [Lord of the Royal Court], was actually countered with a drop of blood?

Whether it was on the battlefield more than 200 years ago or in the canyon not long ago, I had always used my blood to twist the limbs of others and ravage their lives. Now, instead, others use their blood as weapons to twist their bodies (even if it is just a few insignificant blood vessels). rupture, but this is also proof of the success of the other party's spell)? !

What a joke! ! !

"——You have to pay the price for your provocation, arrogant red dragon."

An overwhelming tide of blood surrounded the entire cathedral; this glorious place that had never withstood the pressure of time after thousands of springs and autumns was now wailing and trembling due to the anger of a demon, and could not stop the falling of the rock named Rock. and tears of dust.

The roar of blood destroyed the marble seats and the sandalwood square table, like the extended tentacles of some kind of monster, or like the closed ferocious sharp teeth of a giant beast, hundreds of them chasing the retreating red dragon.

After making such a big fool of himself, this time the Blood Demon had no more fun in his heart. He watched every suspected counterattack of the red dragon with vigilance; he poured his will into the sea of ​​blood, so that they could face Drak. When operating life phenomena, he can also use more rapid changes to eliminate the rising temperature - he will never give the opponent any chance to escape!

"In front of me, you have no room to turn your back!"

"It does seem that way."

Hearing the words of the Blood Demon, Ozwald nodded slightly and admitted that movement inside such a "narrow" building that was completely enveloped by the other party was severely hampered. He really could no longer turn his back to a Sarkaz King. Your spare time.

[Then, I won’t run away]

With a sudden stop, he stopped his hind legs.The shoulders, which are not a whole structure but separate cloaks, also rise high in response to the sudden inertia. The lightning bursting from the corners looks like the wings spread out behind the red dragon, and a terrifying and huge shadow is projected on the wall of the lobby.

Under the hostile and cold gaze of the Blood Demon, Ozwald took an active step forward.

White and perfect crystals condensed in the air moistened by the blood sea, and they fell one after another.

When the red dragon takes its second step;

The boiling blood like fangs and thorns stayed in the air, and no matter how hard it tried, it still couldn't touch the target that was so close.In the end, it collapsed, fell, and was shattered due to this unwilling will.

So the red dragon took the third step; firmly letting the boots on his feet step on the hard but smooth scarlet solid that reflected the lightning.

After the red dragon lifted his feet for the fourth time and landed, he stood at the entrance of the lobby and gently tapped the ice on his side with the fingers of his right hand.