Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

Rete sanguine male

Under the evil web of blood

Prae ·ista ·honos

in front of this glory

Sanguine·sanctum·prae·ater

Holy blood before darkness falls

Rete ·sanguine·male

Under the evil web of blood

Prae·ista·honos

in front of this glory

Sanguine ·sanctum· prae ater

Holy blood before darkness falls

Ortor·morti

wake up from death

Esti primoris

Become the most noble blood lord

E si·prae·se·brie horror·sanguine

From the Holy Grail filled with horrific blood

Ortor·morti

wake up from death

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Seeing the red dragon's figure being engulfed by the waves that began to draw spells, the old winter spirit wizard immediately controlled the blood tide in an orderly manner and built a scarlet furnace around the red dragon.

Then, he respectfully and humbly took out a dim staff, fully immersed himself in the entire spell, and started the next stage of operation.

On this high tower that once belonged to the Twin Queens, every talisman and every strand of Qi is now soaked with his hard work, connected to the already boiling and rolling energy in this high tower, and integrated with him. The flow and spread were controlled like an arm; so that later on, every time the old winter spirit sat down and breathed out, it would trigger a rumbling resonance throughout the tower, as if it were a living thing.

This place has gradually become his "domain".

And there are eleven more areas like this among these medium-sized mobile cities!

————Since the twin queens overthrew the Witch King more than 20 years ago and re-established and enfeoffed the existence of the tower nobles; every mobile city that provides for the survival of the residents of Leitania has built twelve high towers to provide for the nobles. They live, work and live.Therefore, the locations of these twelve towers are the important heart and brain of the local city.

Of course, these towers are under the responsibility of the "knights", police and gendarmerie of the nobles who live there, and are even guarded by the organized group of magicians who are exclusive to the nobles in the towers.

But a skinny camel is always bigger than a horse.

As the Witch King's remnant army, even though it has lost the power to confront Leitania head-on, it is still a weak force that can only be shown in a duel between the twin queens and the directly subordinate national imperial army. A medium-sized mobile city, it will not be too difficult to capture it.Not to mention that the leader of these veteran warlock groups who are also experienced and tempered by war is Heinrich, a mixed-blood winter wizard who has been famous during the Witch King's reign. If he wants to fight against it, he has to rely on the twins. Only one of the queens can lead the team.

Before Ozwald arrived and did not know about it, the Witch King's remnants used various means to enter the city, and quietly killed and captured twelve noble towers.

Then, by inscribing a series of necessary witchcraft inscriptions on the inside and outside of these towers about release, diffusion, control, backflow... etc.; and then through the process of connecting and cooperating with each other like Casimir's Silver Spear Pegasus. method; these twelve towers are like twelve signal broadcasting stations, covering every corner of the city with the scope of the spell.

And of course, the only one who can ring the opening bell for such a 'grand celebration' is the [Witch King]!

The Pellow nobles who were deliberately retained were the switches.

When the red dragon, who knew nothing about this matter, was forced to kill by the old winter spirit, and took away the life of the first person... the disappearance of the first dead person started, and the situation he had suffered was the same. The deprivation of life also fell on every resident in the city under the influence of the entire witchcraft circle.

And when the real spell started to work, the calmness and restraint that originally enveloped the city to prevent prey from escaping from the dinner board also failed; the once confused residents of the city regained their minds, and clearly discovered that their bodies were Presented changes.

The specious black edges and corners like ore disease pierced the skin from the body, but did not bring any blood - because the liquid that was originally one of the symbols of vitality was also losing its temperature and drying up, along with the bones and muscles. become hard.Even if you want to use the Origin Stone skills to resist this 'curse', you will only feel helpless and futile, and may even 'irritate' the opponent, further aggravating the speed of body collapse.

Everything you can see is everywhere, no one can escape, no one is immune... but at the same time, no one knows what is happening.

The pain from the distortion of the body, the panic when encountering incomprehensible things, the despair when a living thing is facing death...

All kinds of physical and mental pain tortured tens of thousands of victims in the city, causing them to collapse and cry, praying for salvation from any existence within their knowledge that could save them, such as the Twin Queens - and finally , maintaining this posture was frozen, becoming a statue that eulogized despair and pain and demonstrated the terrifying great deeds of the Witch King.

In less than 10 minutes, all the life in this medium-sized city was exhausted through the large-scale witchcraft carefully prepared by the witchcraft team in advance, and all the internal personnel who could not escape were turned into mere appearances. The remains of the statue.

Just as the irritable King of Sorcerers decades ago deconstructed and reshaped the Gallic envoys throughout Leitania into statues and sent them back to Gaul to express his anger towards Gaul - these are all It is a "gift" that will be given to the twin queens for signature.

As the essence of giant witchcraft plunder, this essence that was squeezed out after gathering the life and spirit of the entire city was dispersed into twelve towers through the reflux spell... There is no doubt that [-]% of them are The remaining [-]% of the fine wine provided to the noble Witch King was used as food for the slaves to compete with each other according to their level and strength, and a new round of blood-devouring feast began internally.

[The Witch King will not tolerate incompetence and weakness]

While these minions were fighting for each other, the "Witch King" had already finished enjoying his wine in the furnace.

In the room at the top of the central tower, the huge bloody cocoon suddenly burst; and together with the countless waste blood that had lost its vitality, the red dragon's roar of hatred almost turned into substance:

"Hein...Rishi!!!"

"I am here, Your Majesty."

Facing the anger that hit his face, the old winter spirit took a step forward.

ps: It is said to destroy the city to extract energy, but in fact the nature is closer to summoning spirits ()

If you don’t want to be King Arthur, you’re planning World War II in Leitania: 12 The Crucible of Life

The blood cocoon formed by the spell of the Old Winter Spirit Source Stone was by no means as beautiful as he said; it was like being locked in a forge, extremely hot and stuffy.

Of course, the dreary high temperature is nothing to Drac. After all, as a race born to use explosive fire, it is natural that the red dragon has excellent resistance on this road.Not to mention an individual like Ozwald who performed exceptionally well after messing around in his own way.

But even so, he was in agony, maddening pain.

Source Stone skills are a power closely related to the spirit; and whether a person's spirit is excellent or not is often closely related to his or her own health - therefore, when a large amount of life is forcibly poured into the furnace with the extraction of spells, those who The most profound 'spirit' at the moment of death inevitably flows into it.

"Well... shut up... don't say any more..."

Terror, anger, sadness, guilt... went deep into all kinds of things... dark... divine... tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of madness rolled up like a whirlpool... all kinds of words that seemed like curses. In the furnace, it is flowing around him.

...As a [human], conscience is also suffering in this whirlpool, and the flames of distress and anger are also ignited - because of the atrocities committed by the Witch King with his own pair.

The outside and inside echoed and merged with each other... so much so that it was difficult for the red dragon to distinguish whether the whispers in his ears came from the city residents who had been taken away by the Witch King's spell or from his own unconscious words.Or maybe it could be said that his hatred for the Witch King's remnants has never stopped, but it reached its peak today after witnessing many deaths.

It was even impossible to tell what kind of existence he was who was forced to press the switch.Whether he is considered a victim or a perpetrator like these remnants of the Witch King... At this moment, Ozwald did not have the courage to distinguish.

But one thing he knew;

If you want to let go, where should you vent your anger and hatred?

"Hein...Rishi!!"

The blood cocoon, which was already fragile after the completion of the spell, was torn from the inside. The red dragon fell from it, regardless of the smell of blood all over his body, and roared at the winter spirit who looked down at him calmly:

"I'm going to kill you! You fucking na--well, ahem! Uh... vomit..."

But he couldn't control the flames rising in his throat, and vomited and erupted on the ground beneath him;

More than that, his whole body was in a strange kind of weakness; he was so limp that it was even difficult to support his upper body with his arms.

Not to mention the Origin Stone skills that he could pick up at his fingertips like breathing before... No matter how much he tried to throw a ball of flames or thunder at the old winter spirit's face, there was no result.

But if it is said that the Origin Stone Skill cannot be activated, then the flames vomited out at the beginning and the frost that is spreading crazily along the limbs released from the ground cannot prove the existence of the Origin Stone Skill.

"The [Furnace] technique has not been completely completed yet. The huge spirit and energy are flowing in the body, so the king is still in the boiling stage of the Origin Stone skills; including the body, it needs to be carefully sorted out before it can be stable."

The ice was broken, and the tower was destroyed by the source stone skill that prevented the red dragon from rioting with interference spells; the old winter spirit explained the current situation with his calm voice that had already been heard by Ozwald.

"Clean robes will be brought to you soon, please wait a moment until then."

But Yun Danfeng's attitude, as if he was not the one who controlled the life-stealing spell, would only make the red dragon even more angry.

"Is this what you're talking about?! Using a fucking medium-sized mobile city with a population of [-]?!"

"Why do you have such a reaction? It is a matter of course for the Leitanians to devote their lives to the Witch King's magic. Rather, it is a great honor to say that their insignificant lives can become a little bit on the path of the Witch King's return."

"Contribution to your horse!"

Even after living in this Terra for so many years, Ozwald has already integrated into the world and can hold his nose.

He can follow the old red dragon's undeniable order to take over the name of Artoris and become a weight on the road to choosing the king, because as a member of the 'family', while enjoying rights, he has unshirkable obligations; he can also During these six years of wandering, I was forced to train to be able to calmly watch people who had nothing to do with me lose their lives in front of my eyes without any disturbance in my heart. I also learned to discuss and do things in an understated manner like other people on the road to Terra. The 'killing' thing...

But to let him casually destroy the entire city's creatures, just for the sake of saying "Your theory has reached a bottleneck, try to practice it"...

What a joke! ?

"Those are living people! They are breathing and talking just like you and me! They are not numbers that can be changed on a piece of paper!"

"But it's no different from numbers. They are all things that have been changed by hand; besides, they are just a group of rebels who succumbed to the skirts of the twin queens. It is natural to kill them all."

"...Chi...His...Huh...That's really awesome, huh!?"

Hearing the words of the old winter spirit, the sound of "Hehe" suddenly sounded in the red dragon's throat; it took him a long time to recover and take his next breath.

"Should I praise you like this? Do you praise a mixed-race guy like you for doing such a good job?!" Ozwald laughed angrily.

Why the fuck is this awesome guy not going to surprise the tower where the twin queens are?Even if it is to avenge the murder of the Witch King, you should choose a city that is directly loyal to the Twin Queens instead of such border towns where their glory cannot immediately touch them, right?

Okay, let’s take a step back. If you, the remnants of the Witch King, have the ability to start a head-on battle with the Twin Queens, and then start this extortion in order to attack the enemy’s strength and replenish yourself, he will hold his nose and endure it.

It turned out that it was just for this kind of bullshit 'training'...Oswald couldn't see any strategic significance in this.

But even if what happened today was not as simple as the old winter spirit said, but had a profound meaning that he would not tell, then Ozwald would not have any understanding!

However, no matter how vehemently Ozwald argued with the old winter spirit, the other party only responded with a mild response to such scoldings.

"Thank you for your compliment. I am honored by it."

"I'm fucking!!!"

"You're a bit out of your mind. It should be noted that the most important thing in witchcraft is to stay rational. It seems that your training is still lacking.

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"...Ah, that's right."

He was trembling, and his teeth were clenching because he was biting too hard.

"Maybe it's like you said, I'm still too young, unlike you who are over a hundred years old and can't accept many things; or maybe I have a different relationship with you from the bottom of my heart... forget it. ,so be it."

There was no need to continue the argument, and he realized that these remnants of the Witch King might be even more hopeless than the Three Virtues of the past. Ozward closed his eyes with a tired expression.

Then a decision was made.

A decision that you may regret countless times in the future, but at the same time you will make the same decision no matter how many times you are given another chance.

"Get Lapland at the beginning"

If you don’t want to be King Arthur, you will plan World War II in Leitania: 13 Give the evildoers capital punishment and condemn yourself.

The red dragon stopped talking to people. Whether he was looking at the remaining statues of the dead or walking back, he remained silent and expressionless; even after returning to the Witch King's stronghold, he He locked himself in the fortress (cage) he was assigned to, and even the Black Knight could not see his face, and he lived in isolation like this for several days.

In this regard, the old winter spirit did not have any initial resistance, and accepted Ozwald's behavior with almost tacit approval, which was extremely weak in the eyes of the Witch King clan and must be spurned.

Of course, this behavior, which seemed to be autistic because they could not accept the destruction of the city, naturally aroused criticism from the Witch King's remnants - especially those of the younger generation who joined because they worshiped the legend of the Witch King, and they laughed mercilessly. With.

But this "joyful smell in the air" didn't last long.

Soon, when the sun rises and sets for the fourth time.After being silent for a long time, the red dragon opened its own door. There was no trace of shadow or anxiety in his expression. Instead, he was in a very happy state. He walked out of it humming a ditty about a legendary giant...

(きこえるか、きこえるだろう、はるかな、咁き~~~~)

This is very wrong.

That red dragon, which has always had a gloomy face since it was forcibly captured, as if it had eaten dozens of kilograms of source stone worms alive, would actually show such an expression?

Whether it was the new generation, the aristocratic party or the old royal sect’s warlock group; everyone who saw the red dragon again noticed something strange at the first moment.

The one who was originally despised, ridiculed and criticized by everyone behind the scenes, thinking that it was all because of a certain mixed-race winter spirit's old eyesight that he took the position. All he had to do was to respect him verbally and attentively...even if he could win in battle The 'Witch King' whom he had killed and replaced by the Lieutenant General suddenly became unfamiliar, and an extremely disharmonious atmosphere enveloped his whole body.

It's not that I didn't think that it was just an appearance that Oswald forced to put on after he couldn't bear the blow.So soon, with various instigations and the promotion of cadres, the test pieces were quickly sent out.

But what was unexpected was that the red dragon, which had always adhered to the principle of self-defense and counterattack in the past, would not take action if it was not forced, now chose to take the lead in attacking... Even the provocation has not started yet, it just stood there He was killed immediately in front of him.

"Don't stand in the way of eating, you idiot. Don't you know I haven't eaten in four days?" After wiping away the blood on the soles of his feet with the clothes on the body, the red dragon left these words; with the same words he was forced to take away his life in the past completely different initiatives.

And this is just the beginning.The beginning of another atrocity that will also be completed by his own hands...