Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

"Huh...huh..."

Sweat and blood mixed together, and fell on the scorched earth blackened by blood along with the blazing wind, making a harsh evaporation sound.

....It's very heavy, both the sword in the hand and the wrist itself holding the sword.

The feet were no better.Every time I lift my legs, it feels like I've filled it with lead, and when I fall down, it feels like I'm stepping on clouds or water, so light that I don't feel at all solid at all...

The chest is tightened, breathing is difficult, and even the hearing is gradually becoming silent; the thumping heartbeat like a big bell echoes in the brain, and together with the sharp tinnitus, it forms something extremely disgusting...

Ozwald knew what kind of situation he was in now; in terms of physical strength, although the exhaustion was serious, it was not to the level that a Draco like him could not even lift a sword.

But the problem is that mentally I don’t want to fight.The brain that has been messed up by the power of the evil spirit is constantly sending signals of extreme war weariness to the body, "speaking" "words" that will make you stunned even if you die... suppressing all thoughts and decisions, As the most primitive and important instinct of life and creatures, this thing called [fear] is like a violent poison eroding the body.

Along with it comes anxiety, depression, and irritability.Confused, painful...

"Why... I have to fucking have to suffer this kind of thing..."

Mumbling, Ozwald, who was in a daze, looked at the monsters in front of him, as if he had seen all the things that made him unhappy in the past;

He was chased by the Dog Basket Killer from Aslan's Court throughout Victoria (*) and hid for ten years; he finally escaped from Victoria, only to be fucking caught by Heinrich's gang. When he Mother’s Lao Shi Zi Witch King is a meal replacement;

The Black Knight had just won the Casimir Major Championship. A few days later, he was disgusted by the handling of the infected by the National Assembly. He respected the old hero Cyril Linguang, but he had to kill the Comet Knight who had no grievances. ; Then after only living here for a few years, I was targeted by idiot Aslan’s people again, and the round table, which was flourishing with delicious food and drinks, could no longer control it and continued to be a coward;

Hiding in the ice field of Ursus, he just wanted to help people who were living a hard life, but he saw the oppression problem in Ursus, and then he was tortured by thousands of rabbits... Damn it, it was really him Damn it! !

All the big and small things came to his mind, making Ozwald feel a sense of unknown anger.The severe lack of self-control in his trance was hard for him to endure. He cursed angrily at the monsters he was fighting, asking why he had to get involved in a bunch of shit when he just wanted to live a happy life. , just one sentence, why? ! !

But as an enemy of civilization derived from the power of evil spirits, nearly implementing the second of the three elements of monsters [unintelligible] and [unable to talk], and also having a similar number of [unkillable] crazy Carters, how can it be possible to answer the red dragon? Already?Rather, if the red dragon still had some sense of normalcy, how could he possibly criticize and complain to these monsters?

In the end, there is only one answer.

The feelingless monsters waved their fangs and claws, taking advantage of the red dragon's poor condition to knock away the long sword in his limp right hand, and then used the huge explosive force of their hind legs to hit Ou. Ziward pushed his whole body away, and he fell to the ground and rolled several times; then he opened his mouth and bit down on the arm he subconsciously raised, and the sharp incisors easily penetrated the flesh and cut the bones.

Blood splattered and bones broke.

Looking at the monster that was crushing him and trying to eat him - the red dragon made a "crash" sound in his head that only he could hear, and a tight string was broken at this moment.

Coming from the left, the curved dragon claw suddenly landed on the head of Carters. The huge force even caused the tip of the claw to pierce the fur and crack the bones... But surprisingly, Ozwald did not look like He killed it like before, but ignored the pain and used strength to lift it up. He then moved his right hand, broke off the incisors that penetrated the arm, and then clasped its lower jaw. He began to exert force, creating a series of jaw bones. Dislocated sounds.

"Crack!!"

Under the constant pressure, the joints of flesh, skin, and bones are stretched to the limit.And even though the sharp claws on its limbs swung by this monster left bloodstains on its body that were as deep as the bone, the red dragon didn't feel anything.

Then, with the fierce light in its eyes becoming more and more exposed, the red dragon roared again with increased strength, and this moment came before him——

Roughly using the corners of the mouth on both sides as the baseline, everything below it followed the sound of flesh and blood tearing and bones breaking, including half of the mouth, the entire jaw, and part of the skin on the neck and chest. The movement of the right hand was torn off.

The blood shot along the broken arteries like sharp arrows, dyeing Drake's silver hair red, and then dripped down by gravity.

Then, the red dragon, half of its body covered with blood, threw the jawless rabbit body as a stone with one hand, and controlled the life phenomenon of the wreckage with the same chaotic Origin Stone skills as its consciousness, causing it to produce A horrific explosion of flesh and blood.

"Heinrich... you big damn cats!!! I will... kill you all... ha!!"

Roaring about the existence of the enemy that he once hated, the red dragon had a crazy smile on his face. He penetrated the chest of Carters who wanted to attack him from behind with a backhand claw, and tore it alive from the middle. .Then without hesitation, he pounced on the next target, tearing out its spine with its head.

Not only that, every corpse killed by the red dragon, or the remains of the severely injured but not dead, will become a flesh-and-blood bomb due to his violent Origin Stone skills, expanding and exploding.

And bathed in blood like this, letting his thoughts run wild in extreme fear, the red dragon.Something turbid and sticky began to spread in his eyes.The leader of the round table wielding the knight's sword disappeared, leaving only the humanoid terror beast intoxicated with killing.

Even the human form is hard to define as the killing continues.

Fiery flames swirled around Drak's body, flowing out from the inside of the body and returning to the body. The melted earth, stone and debris were extracted and controlled, turning into a scale-like carapace attached to the body, making the man who originally lost his weapon Ozwald's attacks became more blunt and heavy; at the same time, he also created weapons that did not exist like wings, but could be used for defense and attack at this moment.

"..."

Metatron saw all this, but had no intention of stopping it. He just picked up the red dragon's long sword given by Lao Linguang during the battle, and after paying more attention to it, Continue your own battle.

After all, Ozwald cannot use empathy to share stress like him.The pressure from the long battle with Crazy Carters and the influence of the demonic power continued in his heart, which was really a huge burden.

Therefore, like now, the madness after bottoming out may be a blessing among misfortunes.It allows him to release some of the pressure accumulated in his body, and at least he will feel better mentally.

Although this is just the second best among the worst and not too bad.

"Hold on, son of prophecy."

With three hundred evil hearts, even Wuhuang is at a loss: 24 Battlefields Outside Civilization [-]

The battle continues.

General Metatron, holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, was cutting off the heads of Carters one by one with his sword. At the same time, the sound of the trigger being violently pulled continued to be heard, and the flames were burning. The shots completely destroyed the remaining remains that were still able to move and attack.

On the other side, there is the real dragon who is increasingly addicted to violence.Abandoning the sword blade, he only used his claws wrapped in molten scales to tear the opponent's hand raw, bathing in blood... Even the destructive elemental spells were gradually used less and less.

From a long-term perspective, this method is definitely not rational. Too much waste of physical energy and energy is not conducive to such a fierce battle where the number of enemies continues to flow and seems to be endless - but Ozwald urgently needs this at the moment. Ways to vent and release the many burdens accumulated in the heart.In this way, his spirit, which has reached its limit, will not be destroyed before the physical load.

So even after the anger in his heart gradually subsided and his intelligence returned to a slightly relaxed brain, Ozwald still chose such an indulgent battle.

It's just like the two people's spirits gradually falling into the abyss in the long tug-of-war.

As time goes by, something more terrifying is awakened by the increasingly pungent "smell" here, and after becoming aware of it...

"There's more than an hour left, it's going to be dawn soon, hold on! Oz!!"

Shouting loudly, Metatron once again opened the clasp of an incendiary bomb, and then used this powerful Lateran weapon to rush forward desperately while Carters' firepower was reduced due to the reduction of his gun. Then he stuffed it into its mouth, and then kicked it back into the group of rabbits.And almost at the same time as the explosion, a violent fluctuation came from behind Sakota! !

Sweat instantly soaked the clothes on his back like water that had been opened, and his heart beat at an unprecedented speed that could cause colic.

Even though the inherent empathy of their race is weakened, it can still make Sakota like Metatron feel creepy and overwhelmed... The overwhelming terror of death sweeps through his body.

"This is it!" "The boss?!"

There will always be such exceptions in the world.

The quality that is already excellent enough, coupled with the same huge quantity, will have a higher chance of giving birth to an individual existence that is far superior to the rest and can reach the top of the pyramid with unimaginable [power]...

And because of the "halo" effect of the sudden increase in pressure after the red dragon's appearance, he subconsciously looked at the real owner who caused the commotion and found that - just like this terrifying fear, he was taller than his peers, excluding the long ones. Carters, who has ears and a body that is close to three meters tall, has a power that is not inferior to that of Lin Guang's long knight Snitz, or the wolf that day; and if we talk about the ferocity and madness of being a monster, then this oppression The feeling is even higher than them! !

"Heading towards you! Oz, I'll come to save you right away!" "Damn it!!"

As the two screamed, the giant Carters monster, which looked around at them, attacked Ozwald.

Sprinting with seemingly unstoppable power, he even killed his own kin along the way; his legendary level of physical fitness made the originally long distance between each other covered in a very short time.

Listening to the loud sound of "Bang!", Ozwald was held tightly and pushed forward, and most of the 'scale armor' originally wrapped around his body was destroyed.

In the past, facing an opponent like Snitz and Wolf Warrior, Ozwald had basically no chance of defeating him.But in a one-on-one situation, it is not difficult to deal with him, or even inflict serious damage, with his magical ability as the Witch King; it is even more natural to protect yourself!

But after four nights of continuous high-intensity fighting, his current condition, both physically and mentally, can only be described as terrible. Coupled with the stronger fear pollution possessed by legendary level monsters, It's hard to even have a third of his usual strength left, making it really difficult for him to fight against him.

The personal front collapsed rapidly.The hastily organized spells could not do any damage to this monster. At best, they could only burn or freeze part of the flesh and blood, not even hindering its movement.

“Crack, click—!!!”

Using the sound of scraping teeth as its roar, the monster completely suppressed the red dragon and almost fell to the ground. The monster immediately opened its huge mouth and bit Ozward with its sharp teeth; but the latter naturally did not Maybe just sit back and wait for death.

He held his forehead with his left hand, and pushed his jaw with his right hand to barely stop the opponent's biting; at the same time, Ozwald stared into the monster's pupils, and Draco's Origin Stone skills were inputted crazily into his hands and pushed by him. It lived in the head, raising the internal temperature to hundreds of degrees, boiling all the tissues in the rabbit's head, causing white smoke visible to the naked eye to burn out of its seven orifices!

But how can this monster, which was born due to the power of evil and feeds on the fear of civilization, have any [key organs] in the normal sense?

Be it the brain or the heart; even if both of them are destroyed, as long as the maximum damage is not done to Crazy Carters' body, it cannot be regarded as killing these monsters at all.

Therefore, although the rabbit's brain has been burned to almost maturity, the destructiveness of the evil creature to civilization still makes the body continue to attack, waving its unfettered forelimbs, and scratching Ozwald's body with its claws. Celiac!

There was no way to dodge. The five pointed claws shining with cold light, after destroying the red dragon's defensive ice layer, penetrated directly through his stomach and tore it open!The intestines, stomach and liver were inevitably penetrated and damaged, and the fragments flowed out along the wounds.

"Ugh!!"

Blood surged up to his throat in an instant, and the severe pain caused the red dragon's eyes to burst and he almost fainted.

In order to prevent his body from being further torn apart by the sharp claws and damaging his chest and the still intact organs inside, Ozwald was forced to use his right hand to grab the front paw that was still stuck in his body - but this way His behavior was not much different from drinking poison to quench thirst; the forced defense to protect the internal organs allowed the monster's head, which originally required two hands to withstand, to be victorious and bitten off.

Although at the critical moment, Oswald tilted his upper body regardless of the aggravation of the abdominal injury, so that the head that was about to be bitten escaped from being bitten; in exchange, except for the position where his arm was connected a little bit, his entire shoulder blade was Even the left side of the body had been chewed off nearly an inch of flesh and bone.

Having lost the entire left shoulder, the left hand was almost useless. At the same time, looking down from the terrible wound, even the heart was faintly visible in the scarlet color.

"Otswald!!"

At the cost of being hit several times on his back and leaving his skin and flesh torn apart, Metatron finally rushed forward after slashing dozens of Kats and slashed directly at the leader of the monster with his sword.

The exquisite and powerful swordsmanship not only cut off half of the head that was still chewing the flesh and blood in the mouth, but also cut off the giant monster's front claws from the palm;

Then, under the combined burning of the red dragon's fire and Sakota's brilliance, this abominable monster finally stopped moving.

But this is by no means a victory that brings a smile to one's face.

With three hundred evil hearts, even Wuhuang is at a loss: 25 Battlefields Outside Civilization [-]

"..."

"........."

"........."

There are no words.

Even though the battle has ended with the rising of the fire sun, there is only an annoying silence in this warm light.

Sitting next to Sakota on a small chair made of dry trees, Oswald's body was shivering slightly due to the cold that was inevitably caused by excessive blood loss.

Last night, the Carters monster, who was suspected to be the leader, bit off his left shoulder, and almost destroyed the organs in his abdominal cavity... Such injuries were undoubtedly a serious injury even for Drake, who had a strong vitality.It can even be said that Ozwald is not dead at this moment. It is the result of his learning the Witch King's genealogy and his spellcasting ability far surpassing that of his fellow members of the same level.

And even after several hours, the wounds that were bandaged with torn clothes provided by the old people in the village were still dripping with blood - the regeneration rate was extremely slow.

Not only because of the serious injuries, but also because of the stains caused by fighting the power of evil spirits. This mental problem affected the physical body, making the ability to perform insufficiently.

This drak was exhausted both physically and mentally; it urgently needed a long time to recover.

But even if there is improvement before sunset, all that will be greeted by then is a new round of losses.

Because of this, Metatron, who was the only spectator here, felt increasingly anxious.

"Maybe this is all my fault..."

If I, who already knew that my future was uncertain, could have used a more determined attitude to stop the loss when I first entered the ice sheet because it was impossible to do, and used my strength to drag him back to the civilized land, then this reckless and reckless action would not have happened.

And if you can do better, leave behind those troubles and confusions that have been entangled in your heart.So whether it is the weak people in the village who are unable to fight and fled here from Ursus, or important nodes like Ozwald that are closely related to the prophecy of the Lord, they can be saved, and they will definitely not be called those hateful people. Demonic filth hurts them...

The problem lies with myself, because of the problems that I have been unable to solve...

"Lord, why do you want to leave a corner of your destiny in the hands of an ignorant guy like me... Why do you want to give me, a 'coward' who will only live up to your grace, such a heavy mission? "

I can't find a reason to move forward, and I haven't made any progress for decades; I only know how to use the most stringent precepts to imprison myself, and how can I do well when I am trapped in the shackles of "Ahimsa" like a cocoon? Already?

If we choose a better candidate, no matter which one of them is Gabriel or Ullie, here, everything will be... No, it's not right.Since the Lord has chosen me, there must be His considerations... It’s just hard for me to understand... and I shouldn’t question it because it only adds to blasphemy...

So, what to do?

"Lord, what do you want me to do..."

The clenched right fist wrapped in his left palm was placed in front of his nose, and he pressed his lower lip forcefully; Metatron racked his brains and thought.

According to the current situation, they have been tainted with too many 'flavors' after fighting Crazy Carters for a long time, and being in the ice field is as dazzling as a beacon in the dark night;

Or, take Ozward alone, and the two of them still have the possibility of escaping; as a price, all the ordinary villagers will become the prey of Carters, who was attracted by the recent killings.

Or, just for the sake of those villagers, continue this deadly battle with no end in sight, dragging Ozward to death here.

Either way is an unacceptable outcome for him.

He didn't want the crucial corner of the prophecy to be destroyed, so he couldn't let Ozwald die here; but logically speaking, as Sakota, a believer who spreads the glory of the Lord, he was even less likely to give up. More innocent lives.

The difficult choice made him feel painful, and his already terrible mood because he could not find answers to similar questions was even more shattered.

"Otherwise, we should choose to retreat today, Oz. As for those Carters who catch up, it depends on the situation. If there are too many and we can't get rid of them, let me stay and break up the rear... After all, as the former leader in Rutland At work, I still have some last resort... When the time comes, take them as far away as possible. Although some of them will definitely be caught up, this is a matter of luck; at least I believe you will be able to survive. , after all, the prophecy said, uh...so?"

If you must choose someone to sacrifice for something, then the only person who has the decision to decide is yourself.

So Metatron made his choice, amidst the difficulties that neither of them could let go of.

But his inquiry received no answer.

Looking at the red dragon's silent figure with its back to him, Metatron knew.That's not because the red dragon is in deep slumber so he can't answer, but because the latter will not accept such a denial that is definitely not a good solution after hearing it.

And after being silent for a while, the red dragon's voice finally sounded softly and fell into Metatron's ears.

"...Now, from what standpoint do you say these words?... Meta. As a comrade-in-arms? Or do you abide by the teachings of advising people to do good, even if they are strangers who have just met each other? They will also worry about their life and death, and even devote themselves to the virtue...

Or, unlike the two who can still overlap and make up for each other's shortcomings, now you are just a believer who strictly abides by your god's prophecies and executes them without hesitation, and the content itself is irrelevant... "

"What's the meaning?"

His mouth was slightly open, with a hint of astonishment on his face.

Metatron stared blankly at the red dragon who asked about the starter because of his decision; and the latter also looked at him, turned his seriously injured body with extremely slow movements, and said: