hero?it must be me

"You mean Tiantu? Whose Tiantu? Yours? Or your so-called [Khan]?"

"After all, in which corner of the earth are your glorious compatriots living now?"

"You once called yourself Kexue, so where is your Khan?"

"If you are afraid, back down."

Zheng Qi raised his head and looked down at Tuo La who was lying face up on the ground.

"Let your Khan, come forward."

"..."

【Where is your Khan? 】

That was a question from fellow countrymen.

【Where is your Khan? 】

That is a question from the opponent.

【Where is your Khan? 】

This is……

[The history of Khan has passed for thousands of years, you can only see him in history books, kid. 】

Memories of the past, turning back in Tuo La's mind.

It is said that when people are approaching death, they will involuntarily look back on their life.

[Timid Xue?They are the servants of the Khan, the most valiant warriors on the land. 】

[Khans did conquer many places, but they also did many things that hurt others. 】

[Spreading fear is the nature of nightmares.The desire to conquer is the Khan's appetite. 】

【However, Tola...】

【Now, it is you who live on this land, Tuola, you will definitely find what belongs to you——】

"Clang."

Only half of the helmet remained and was thrown aside.

The young Nightmare, leaning on the long-handled sword in his hand, wobbled and got up.

"Father."

"Strong enemy."

"tutor."

"dream."

Every time he uttered a word, he trembled slightly as if he was about to fall to the ground.

However, he stood up straight in front of Zheng Qi after all.

"I actually wanted to find these things in this city, hmph..."

"It ends here."

Tuola turned the big knife in his hand violently: "Dream, it's time to wake up!"

"It's just a souvenir—"

"My journey to heaven is drawn by me, and it has long been doomed!"

In a trance, a melodious singing sounded in Tuo La's ear.

[The young hunter embarks on a journey to heaven, starting from his dream, to the other side of gold...]

"My family is dead, my people are lost."

"Where is my Khan you ask?"

"At this--"

In that never-ending singing, Tuo La's blade pointed directly at Zheng Qi's head.

"Khan, just above the tip of my knife."

Tora laughed.

Carefree, wanton, loud.

Like a song.

Like thousands of compatriots buried in the dust of history, they are singing along with him.

The young Nightmare laughed and cried—

"I am my own Khan!"

Immediately, he launched a charge towards the powerful enemy in front of him.

"--Come!"

"call."

Zheng Qi raised the corner of his mouth.

That smile was like a predator showing its fangs.

"Now, you can be called fighting with me!"

The light of the knife is cold and bright, like a sharp peak leading thousands of troops.

The ghostly fire is heavy, like the gate of hell slowly opening to the world of the living.

The galloping nightmare, and the unparalleled tyrant.

The two sides collided suddenly——

Chapter 272 Chapter [-]: Can't win at all?

What kind of battle is this?

The content of the duel competition is a one-on-one competition between two competitive knights.

So, at this very moment, can the battle that is going on in the Casimir National Arena really be called...one-on-one?

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Accompanied by Tuola's high-pitched battle roar, the same passionate roar resounded in the black-red fog that surged around him and covered a radius of more than ten meters.

No, not just a roar.

footsteps.

The rustling sound of armor and flesh.

——At this moment, in the black and red mist, it seems that there are thousands of troops galloping together, shouting to kill!

That is a remnant of thousands of years...

That was Khan's unstoppable iron hoof!

That is the magnificent army that once ravaged the vast grassland!

And what is blocking the front of this army?

The dark green flame flickered silently.

The giant body, which was already [-] meters high, seemed to become bigger and bigger in the obsession with the dark green flames.

Every time they took a step, people seemed to be able to see that the giant body had grown a bit more.

Every time he took a step forward, in the black-red mist, there seemed to be countless figures who were knocked off their backs.

The dark green giant, like a mountain moving against the raging tide, is overturning this nightmare army that once shook the earth with every move.

But the black and red army is still advancing one after another.

But the dark green giant is still moving forward.

Is this a one-on-one competition?

Is this a knightly competition?

People are fortunate to witness a story that can only be seen in those knight novels or picture books in this Casimir National Arena today.

The warriors gathered in groups, fearless of death, and launched a desperate charge against the monsters they knew they were invincible.

Death, Courage, Destruction, Succession, Fighting, Meeting—

In the end, under the rubbing of blood and strength, everything was composed into an epic movement.

"What, what an amazing Originium technique!"

Big Mouth Mobu exclaimed: "Whether it is the illusion created by Nightmare Knight or the unexpected fire spell of Hao Knight, they all show frightening power!"

"...Is that really a hallucination?"

Staring at the scene on the field, Titus, who was watching the game from the audience, couldn't help but murmured: "It's almost like..."

"...like, a real war."

Lime pondered: "A war between mortals and monsters."

"Mortal? Is that how you define this awakened young nightmare?"

Miss Russell asked softly.

"That depends on who you compare with."

Rhyme shook his head.

His gaze was fixed on the dark green figure who was still extremely eye-catching in the black and red mist, as if he could burn everything in the room at any time.

"As long as the monster is worthy of its name, anyone in front of him can only be a mortal..."

It really was a one-on-one fight.

But this confrontation has already left the scope of the so-called knight competition.

Those redundant rules have never been taken seriously by both sides in the field from the very beginning.

Breaking free from the shackles imposed by the so-called "civilization", the nightmare of the grassland and the tyrant of the dead have stepped into the dimension of "barbarism" together!

"Boom!"

Another collision.

The dark green flame engulfed the black and red fog, just like the messenger of the world of the dead walking close to the blood-watered soil of the battlefield, bringing real and eternal gifts to the living.

Take away, die.

Even the nightmare who fought in all directions, even the brave and fearless Ke Xue, even the iron-hoofed Khan, could not refuse this gift——

Even Glory, who once lived in Tola's dream, can never escape, death.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

Relying on the long-handled sword in his hand, Tola was panting heavily.

He didn't dare to relax a bit, otherwise it was difficult to guarantee whether his body, which was sore and hot at the moment, would collapse immediately.

He wasn't sure if he would collapse to the ground and faint the moment his spirit relaxed.

Being burned by the dark green flame, compared to the damage the body suffered, the dull pain that seemed to come directly from the depths of the soul was even more unbearable.

It was like being scorched by a raging fire, but also like being beaten by solid ice.

Contradictory, but painful enough.

It was so painful that even Tuo La was not sure how long he could last.

Can't win at all.

Such thoughts floated in Tuo La's mind.

But it's okay.

It's just that he can't win, he was already mentally prepared.