The miserable life of Arknights

"As for Margaret..."

You seem to see her differently. Russell looked at the Linguang on the field, the spirited knight.

"You should be sharper than I am, Grandmaster. Margaret her, she is very different from before. "

The Demon Knight and Linguang stopped for the first time since they clashed.

Host Mobu's hearty confrontation came to an abrupt end, and the stormy action finally stopped for the first time!

"Don't these two need to breathe!?" Is this an action that ordinary people can make!? "

Shhhhhh

"Whew... Call...... Concession. Linguang breathed slightly, the fight just now was the best she had since playing in the Major.

"You really... Compared to that Excellency, it is even more exciting! "The Demon Knight has never been so excited, and this is completely different when he met Tianshuo before.

Compared with being completely crushed, he pointed out his mistakes one by one, as well as the flaws of martial arts and the imprisonment of thinking.

Let his martial arts, source stone skills be more exquisite, let him understand what kind of road his path forward is.

Or this kind of battle makes the Demon Knight even more painful, he is still just a nightmare who has not grown up and is lonely.

Coming to the city to find distant blood relatives, in order to get a little information, a touch of comfort, makes him feel that he is not alone.

When he finds Fergwald, when he sings ballads in his native language, when he excitedly converses in the ancient language of his homeland, but the other person only listens but does not respond in the same language.

He felt empty, an emotion he had never felt before before walking through the entire Casimir.

"You know what? Legend has it that the khan once lost to a pegasus with golden blood when he was young. "

“...... I'm curious, is there really a Kuranta with golden blood flowing in this world?

"Unfortunately, the blood on my face is red." Linguang wiped the blood left on his face.

"Whew... The warm-up is over, Yao Knight. The chasing knight stood the long-handled knife in his hand in the air, and the bright red armor emitted a light that faintly suppressed everything in this arena at this moment.

"Since you're not a waster..."

Linguang heard her own violent heartbeat, and the air was solidifying, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"Uh... Ahem... Hiss. "Only after I was relieved did I realize that I had forgotten to breathe.

Forgetting to breathe because of fear.

Linguang clenched the sword and gun in his hand, why did he feel fear.

Every audience and every knight at the scene felt some kind of strange depression.

"This..." exclaimed Silver Spear Tenmakhain, "this kind of momentum, more mature, on the battlefield general—unmatched." "

Nightmares, alas." Russell closed his eyes and sighed.

"Since you're not a waster... Then let reality make way for me. "

Bang bang bang ....

All the sounds of the scene disappeared, and only the sound of the heart pounding remained in the ears.

Linguang's whole body emitted a dazzling golden light, and this was the first time she subconsciously used a spell in the arena.

The intense light is like the heir of the sun, illuminating the boundless night.

But even if the light was extremely dazzling, the young nightmare never wavered for half a step.

Knight athletics, as the name suggests, are just athletics.

But Linguang felt it in an instant, it was the breath she had ever felt in those most powerful enemies.

Act of God.

The wailing, roaring, the blood of the rebels, the dying struggle.

The young nightmare did not step through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

But his lineage gave him an innate knowledge of dominating fear, pure blood.

The Demon Knight looked at the dazzling light, the arena had been divided, light and night.

"(Old language) The young hunter embarks on a ♪ journey"

The knight of the chase raised the long-handled knife and slashed at Linguang, and the night wrapped the long-handled knife, and the illusory blade appeared from behind Linguang and slashed together.

Bang!

The head and tail of the sword fend off the opponent's attack.

"From dreams to the shore ♪ of gold" The

weight of the sword and spear dissipated, leaving only a knife mark.

Bang bang bang....

The acceleration of the heartbeat made Linguang awake again, the sword and spear stood upright, blocking the horizontal slash of the chasing knight with the handle of the gun, and the violent impact swept up a layer of qi waves, and light and darkness were intertwined, bursting out.

(ancient language) holding a halberd ♪ stained red with the blood of blood relatives, "

Dang! While! While!

The illusory blade kept striking the sword and spear of Linguang, and the sword and gun sank into the concrete floor.

"(The ancient language) drowned in scarlet sorrow ♪" Golden

light surrounded the sword and spear in Linguang's hand, rolling up ripples and shattering the shadows attached to it.

The figure of the chasing knight dissipated and stood in its original place as if he had done nothing.

"Whew... Call...... A sense of oppression like a natural disaster, shouting, roaring and resentment... All fear fills the body and mind. The sweat from Linguang's forehead slipped and dripped into the cracks in the ground.

The tragic song tells an ancient story.

Moderator Mobu "Hair, what happened?" "

Is this some kind of spell!? After casting some kind of source stone technique, everyone in the arena felt, uh, indescribable feeling!

"But! With a single step, the chasing knight stirred up a layer of qi waves, which slapped on the man-made stones. It was directly shattered!

"What a powerful blow! Yao Knight actually retreated in embarrassment!

"A blow that even champions can repel ! A blow to repel the radiance! No matter how shining the brilliance is, can't it resist the invasion of nightmares! "

There was no cheering, everyone was immersed in that emotion.

"That blow...," the left-handed knight muttered.

"Do you see something?" Markowitz has limited eyesight and only feels very strong.

"Change to an ordinary knight, already dead, even if it is me, I can only be crippled, and then end." The left-handed knight got up from his seat and looked at the two people under the field, "He's here for real." "

“...... It's genuine and commendable. Kain said, making a standard chivalric salute to the arena.

"It's just a lost child, it's pitiful..." Russell felt the emotion, and everyone resonated with it.

"What? Uh, sure? Moderator Mob received the announcement.

Moderator Mobu: "Emergencies! The spell that the Demon Knight has just unleashed is believed to have affected the audience and the referee!

"This is a clear violation of the third and seventh rules of the knightly competition rules!"

"'Competitive Knights shall not harm or threaten the personal and property safety of spectators in any way' and 'Competitive Knights shall not interfere with the subjective judgment of the referee in any way'!"

(Damn, I think it's far-fetched to say it myself, can't they pick a better time!)

) "The game is over!"