A man in the ark was forced to become a king

If mastering the man-made Origin Stone and man-made natural disaster technology is enough for mainland countries to keep an eye on Ursus, then the emergence of man-made gods will allow those countries to directly launch wars to seize it at all costs. Even if they cannot, they will still control this power. Ursus was destroyed, and the Gallic Empire at that time was the end of Ursus.

However, what is puzzling is that war magicians should be a special force directly subordinate to the emperor like the internal guards. With this ability, the emperor still cautiously circles around the nobles in the country?

Even if it cannot be used as usable combat power, it is still a means of dying together. This is enough. It is not as passive as it is now. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss and be shattered to pieces.

What the hell are they thinking?

The more he thought about it, the more Lin Lu felt that the country of Ursus was really confusing. The war with Colombia hadn't even started yet, but he was given a big surprise here.

"It is indeed a giant beast. There are some differences, but the essence is the same. I can't mistake it."

In this regard, Nian has sufficient self-confidence. She has been a god for thousands of years, how could she admit that she is wrong about the same thing as herself?

It's just that this thing...

"However, this thing should have no consciousness, or in other words, no soul. This is a very important point. Without this, it should not be able to truly live. I don't know what it will look like in the end."

"Semi-finished product? A product with immature technology? They are proud enough to be able to do this. This is not an ordinary technology."

Lin Lu rubbed Nian's hair, thoughtfully.

"Well...should we think about how to kill this thing? I feel something is wrong..."

Lemuan said weakly and touched the pink halo above her head, feeling uncomfortable all over.

These people hugging each other... isn't it a bit redundant for them to stand here?She can also make a cameo appearance as a light bulb, which is even more embarrassing.

A few of them were just standing there, not even restraining themselves. How could they be so ignorant... so blatant?

In the delicate atmosphere, Lemuan thought for a moment, moved to the side, and was next to Fiametta. He stretched out his arms and hugged her waist, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

Well, it feels right, that’s what it feels like.

"what are you doing?"

Fiametta's attention was also focused on the huge body that was gradually taking shape below. She noticed that her friend's movements tilted her head, and her big eyes were full of confusion.

“This seems to blend into the atmosphere better!”

Miss Angel explained righteously, and then Fiametta mercilessly slapped the hand hanging off her waist.

"Don't make trouble!"

"With our ability, we can't handle this thing."

Gladia was awakened from her reverie by the noise the two made, and spoke with great self-knowledge.

She glanced to the side, only to find that she was the only one who seemed to be normal. Laurentina lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, while Skadi raised her head and stared straight in the direction of Lin Lu, her eyes empty. Sluggish, that expression can only be described as weird.

stare--

The atmosphere seems to be even worse?

"Ahem, we really need to find a way, but it's not to destroy it directly. This is a very precious sample."

Lin Lu also felt the gaze stabbing at her from behind. She coughed lightly and let go of her arms holding Theresia and Nian.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him. What was wrong with being intimate with his wife?

However, considering that the atmosphere seemed to be changing in a subtle direction, he temporarily stopped this behavior and tried to steer the topic on the right track.

Otherwise, the next development may become strange if this continues.

"Then, should we take it back? That may require your own action. As Gladia said, our strength is not enough to deal with it."

Ceria glanced at Kristen, who looked enthusiastic, then looked around, and sighed inaudibly.

What's going on with this feeling that she and Gladia are the only two normal people in the room?

To be honest, even if there was a continuation of this mission, she didn't really want to continue participating. Although teaming up with these people did a lot of things and the process was thrilling, it was too tiring.

Many times, she felt that she was out of place in the team and couldn't keep up with the others.

Even Lin Qingyan, who has always suffered a lot, has begun to develop in a dangerous direction, which is really hard to explain.

If possible, she wanted to take a rest now. Physical fatigue was secondary, but mainly to relieve mental pressure.

"I definitely know you can't do it."

Lin Lu thought for a while and snapped her fingers: "That's it. I've decided to delay it for a while in Colombia. I'll send a message to Tallulah and ask her and her army to move. Kazdaele's army will also be ready. Preparations to head straight to the hinterland of Ursus."

"We're all here, and we discovered something like this again. Let's adjust the order. We'll hit everyone. Let's kill Ursus first and see how many surprising secrets they hide."

"Well, that's it. Our plan must be flexibly changed according to the actual situation."

'You just don't have a plan, just do it when you think of it! '

Theresia wanted to complain about the so-called 'flexible changes', but she still held back and didn't say it out loud.

Fight Ursus, then fight Ursus.

For them, it is true that they are fighting no matter who they hit. No matter who the enemy is, they are the same. There is not much difference.

Just listen to the plan and so on, there is no need to take it seriously, she knew from the beginning that it was not reliable at all.

Isn't such a big thing as conquering the world decided just by taking a slap on the head?

In comparison, the temporary change of plans was relatively normal, at least nothing messy happened.

Chapter 37 Return to Casimir

"Two glasses of juice, thank you."

The Kuranta girl with her blond hair tied into a ponytail hanging on her shoulders and wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses sat on a stool in front of the bar.

Her voice was very soft, and her slim figure was covered by a wide gray and white hooded sweatshirt. The ears that represented Kuranta's characteristics came out of the specially made holes in the sweater's hat and swayed slightly.

No one would have thought that this girl with big black-rimmed glasses and a somewhat rustic look would be the glorious knight who won the last knight competition.

This was also in line with Margaret's wishes. The reason why she dressed like this was because she didn't want to be recognized.

After all, now she is not the all-powerful knight on the field, but a 'wanted person' who is officially registered with Casimir. If her identity is exposed, she will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

But... I'm afraid no one cares about that now, right?

The shining neon reflected through the glass door of the bar onto the floor, colorful and changing.

The streets were bustling with people, either in a hurry or in exaggerated clothes. Occasionally, a few knights in armor could be seen walking by, causing bursts of exclamations.

...If those things can really be considered knights.

Rather than using that name, Margaret prefers to use words like 'actors' and 'clowns' to describe those guys who have nothing but sensationalism. They are human-shaped propaganda boards launched by the Federation of Commerce, the kind that are flashy. Armor is vulnerable to real sharp blades, and its value is to defraud people of their money.

Disgusting.

I don’t know since when, the city of Kavaleriaki changed its appearance, or in other words, the entire country changed.

The ancient spirit of chivalry was left behind, and the warriors who guarded the territory became puppets on the stage. People began to pursue pleasure and illusory and exaggerated things, and were immersed in the false dreams compiled for them by the Business Federation. Know.

How sad.

She once wanted to change all this, but in the end she was still too young and too naive, wishfully thinking that winning the knight competition would mean she could achieve something.

However, it turned out that she could do nothing.

Personal power is insignificant in front of the big guys who weave the rules. After winning the championship, she discovered for the first time how ridiculous she once was and realized how weak she was.

The price was that she was labeled as an infected person and deported.

However, Margaret didn't think this was a bad thing.

It was precisely because she was forced to leave Casimir that she was able to join the Golden Tree and set foot in this city again today.

This time, she's not alone.

"Your juice, it's really rare to order this in a bar."

Probably because there were not many customers in the store, the brown-haired middle-aged Kuranta owner handed over the juice and did not leave. Instead, he sat down, looked at the street and the crowd outside, and pushed the glass of orange juice forward. a little.

"I... don't like drinking."

Margaret picked up the fruit and took a sip, frowning slightly, a trace of nostalgia flashed through her eyes under her glasses.

"Don't drink. Ha, young people like you are rare nowadays. Why, don't you like it?"

Noticing the girl's slight frown, the boss instinctively felt that there was something wrong with his juice. A slight apology appeared on his vicissitudes of face: "Sorry, I haven't made this kind of drink for a long time..."

"No, it's not about the juice. It's delicious. I just remembered the past."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Hearing that the problem was not with his juice, the boss breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Young people, don't think too much, don't be like us old guys... Oh, this damn world."

"..."

Yeah, damn the world, this country has changed beyond recognition.

Sighing secretly in her heart, Margaret suddenly noticed that some people seemed to be walking by on the street holding banners and fluorescent sticks. She looked at the boss in confusion: "Are there any recent events in the city? It shouldn't be held this year. Time for the knights competition?”

"Hey, what activities can be held? It's true that the knight competition is held once every three years, but those vampires will not give up the opportunity to make money. There are no big competitions, but there are still small competitions."

The boss shook his head, his anger disappearing in a flash.

"This was after the last knight competition. That competition...maybe some people felt that they didn't get enough benefits. In short, since then, there have been more and more small competitions like this, and there have been no big competitions. It’s so lively, but the ratings and stuff are not bad either.”

"Yao Knight, you are still too young to be able to compete with those people. I also went to watch that game at the end. It's a pity. Speaking of it, the one who looks like you seems to be about the same..."

Looking at the street outside the door, the boss murmured to himself, as if he noticed something, and suddenly paused. His eyes fell on the silent girl holding the juice, and his slightly cloudy eyes narrowed slightly.

"Blonde hair, and this feeling... Linguang family?"

"Ah."

Margaret nodded and did not deny it. She had no hope that her simple disguise could deceive everyone, and it would not matter if she was recognized.

Just because she doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble doesn't mean she's really afraid of trouble.

Moreover, she still cares about the honor of her family and cannot deny her identity.

"Bright Knight?"

"Not anymore."

Being expelled from Casimir was equivalent to being deprived of the title of knight. Margaret had a complicated expression and finally shook her head.

"Hey! You are the Glory Knight! Who do those bastards think they are? What qualifications do they have to deny your name?"

Hearing the girl's personal admission, the boss grinned, seemed a little excited, and said disdainfully: "A bunch of moths! Vampires! They have defiled the knights! And those stupid guys, they don't know what they are doing!"

"The fact that they don't let you stay in Casimir means they are afraid!"

"However, it's not a good thing for you to come back now. The Commercial Federation will not let you go in such a short period of time."

"The name of Linguang makes them afraid. If they can't control it, then they will destroy it at all costs. They can definitely do that."

After getting excited, the boss quickly calmed down and lowered his voice: "Leave before they find you. You are still young and don't be in a hurry."

crunch...

The old glass door opened with a harsh friction sound. The blond Kuranta man walked into the bar, sat down next to Margaret, picked up another glass of juice, and raised his glass to the bar owner.

"He's right, long time no see, Mr. Vaughan."

"...Long time no see, Ma Enna."

Boss Vaughn stared at the man in front of him for a while and sighed deeply.

"The power of time, the ranger has become like this."

His sigh came from the bottom of his heart. Look at the man in front of him...

He was wearing a meticulously-kept shirt and tie, and a brown windbreaker. His eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his slightly pale face looked a little tired.

The once high-spirited ranger now looked more like a middle-aged man weighed down by complicated affairs to the point of exhaustion.

Perhaps this is also true.

As time has passed, Casimir is no longer the same Casimir he once was, and the glory of the Linguang family has gradually faded. Only one person is left struggling to maintain it, and the heavy pressure is enough to crush him.

"Seeing how you look now, I really..."

"No one will change, Mr. Vaughn, and I am the same. I don't feel tired because that is what I should bear."

Ma Enna interrupted Vaughn's sigh, drank the juice in the glass in one gulp, and his face that had always been tense became slightly relaxed. For him now, this was a rare relaxation.

Putting the wine glass on the bar, the man with the reputation of Lin Guang turned his head and looked at Lin Guang, who had taken off his glasses, and his tone was as hard as a stone.