The miserable life of Arknights

“...... Something that doesn't. Markowitz wasn't angry at the other party's tone.

"In that case, there will be a lot of questions to ask." The left-handed knight looked at the chasing knight standing on one side of the arena, and just stood there, letting all the lights be avoided.

It's even stronger than the last time we met, and it's really an enviable talent.

"Monsieur Charne is in a hurry, and I haven't had time to ask him many things."

"Do you want to ask?" The left-handed knight looked at the Yao knight standing on the other side, and the other party's gaze also happened to be on him.

"I have some connections in the business federation ... If it is not convenient for you, I can help you ask about the penal colony of Charne. For

a long time, Markowitz did not make a sound.

The left-handed knight looked sideways at the current spokesperson, "Don't get me wrong, losing to Yao Knight again made me realize one thing.

"I'm no longer the Titus Poplar who defeated seven knights with one hand."

"Before I retire, I have to make friends with you spokespeople.... Why put on that expression? The

left hand did not shy away from saying what he was going to do next, retire.

"To be honest, I just didn't expect that the main force of the Knights of the Elite Helmet Order, once had hope to enter the final four and win the title of Great Knight.... There will also be an unsolicited mention of the day of retirement. "

Markowitz has witnessed the once glorious left-handed knight, that unruly stubbornness.

"You on the field.... Is it so .... Arrogant, I thought you..."

"It's tragic to be a competitive knight, Markowitz. Off the field, we are also human beings, and we also have to find a way back for ourselves. The

left-handed knight's tone was smooth, and he figured it out the day he lost to the Yao knight.

"It's time to be content to be able to fight on all fours to this day..."

"The ideal is over, Markowitz."

......

The two knights looked at each other in the arena.

Host Mobu: "The two people who faced off today have a lot to offer!" Not only that, but this is also a matchup between independent knights that has not been seen in several Majors!

"No corporate sponsorship, no training and support from the Knights!" Polish armor and polish weapons only on your own!

"However, they are still on the stage of the Major, and not only that, but there are also former champions, the resurrection kings who are all watched."

"Please, young legend, champion from the Linguang family, Yao Knight Margaret. Presence!

"On the other side, the race that only exists in the history books, the rare Kuranta, the descendants

of the god of war of the old era" "Even if you look at the long history of knightly competition, it is only a special case of this one, pure blood, pure horror and power!"

"The lone ranger from the depths of the steppe, the last cowardly Xue, the chasing knight Tora..."

"Their introduction is too pompous, isn't it?" Linguang and the Demon Knight stood opposite each other.

"Yao Knight." The Demon Knight slammed his long-handled knife into the ground and plunged it firmly into the concrete floor of the arena.

An ancient salute was made to Linguang: "I wait for this moment... It's been too long.

"Casimir's knight, disappointed too deeply, the only one worthy of my respect is not a knight."

"I've heard Master Fergwald mention you, the Knight of Chasing." Linguang removed her sword and spear from behind.

"What are you looking for?"

“...... Find the meaning of my destiny, embark on the path of heaven.

"Then have you found the meaning of your heavenly path?"

"Not yet, Pegasus, how I wish you, you are my meaning." The chasing knight pulled out the long-handled knife, countless gravel flew up, setting off layers of soot, and the blade in his hand cut the ash layer apart.

"Come, Yao Knight, you will be my last journey in this city."

Bang!

The two rose with the trend, and a ripple came out under their feet, and the rubble that had settled on the ground was shaken.

The blades met, and the shrill collision sound could not affect the actions of the two.

Neither side used the source stone technique, pure martial art, pure weapon collision.

Without any bells and whistles, collisions in their purest form.

Bang!!

The heat generated in the collision finally exceeded its limits, creating a violent explosion.

The figures on both sides flew out from the thick dust, bringing out a line of smoke like a fire arrow.

The air flow swept through the two and finally dissipated.

The smoke cleared and a giant pothole appeared in the middle, the biggest in the history of this Major.

Moderator Mobu: "I can't put into words how I feel at the moment. "

The power of the Yao Knight is already well known, but the Demon Knight! This warrior carrying an ancient past! He showed his amazing skills!

"The movements of both sides are more exaggerated than any action movie, like thunderbolt-like body moves, powerful chopping!" Just 10 minutes into the game! The arena is devastated! In the middle, because of the excessive grappling, an explosion occurred, blowing up the biggest pothole of the year!

"This is the Nightmare Knight, such a martial art, there is no doubt that he is a champion-level player!"

"It was a really good game." Even Markowitz, who did not know how to be a powerful martial art, was amazed.

"That nightmare skill in using weapons, I've never seen before. Similar to a conquest knight, but not the same .... Not. The left-handed knight saw a figure that made him speechless.

"What's wrong? Your Excellency Titus? "

“.... It seems that an unexpected viewer has appeared... It seems that the rumors of that night are true. The left-handed knight's hand gently flicked, pointing in one direction.

"You mean?! Belch! Markowitz looked in the direction the left-handed knight was pointing.

In the back corner of the spectators, there is a silver light, sacred, and the entire Major Championship arena caters to it.

Even if his presence is incomparable, he is drowned out by the cheers and shouts of the audience at this moment.

"It's the first time to see a Major so closely, it's really amazing... Gag. Silver Gun Sky Makain looked at the arena and the audience and couldn't help but scold.

"So in your opinion, these two knights on the field, Nightmare and Pegasus, how strong are they?" Russell, who accompanied Kain to the Grand Prix, asked, trying to get answers from the silver gun pegasus who had never experienced the influence of a corrupt city.

“...... I have to admit that it is indeed a wonderful martial art. Kain recalls the previous competitions.

"That nightmare horse is not a battle-hardened warrior, but some kind of obsession almost led him to become a real warrior."