The miserable life of Arknights

"Steam Knight..." the captain of the parliamentary guard looked at the tall figure in the distance in amazement.

Even though the armor is old and the body is broken, it still cries out for Victoria in his mouth.

Wow—

a sharp jet sound emanated from the steam knight's armor, and he stopped and looked at the breath of kings that Tallulah was holding in his hand.

“...... Victoria. "

Logos' spell hangs around the opponent, and if he tries to act again, he will be attacked again.

"Steam Knight." Tallulah stood in front of several men with the Breath of Kings in hand, confronting the Steam Knight.

She could clearly perceive a line of sight, the steam knight staring at her, staring at the breath of kings in her hand.

"Please stop your attack, knight, we are not enemies."

“...... Victoria.

Tallulah listened to the voice of the steam knight, which was less like a human voice and more like the resonance of a machine.

Thick white steam spewed in front of Tallula, and the steam knight suddenly accelerated, moving even more violently.

The pitch-black knight's armor did not pause under the bombardment of the spell, the armor was broken, and other armor came to make up for it.

Bang!!!

The blade attached to the fire slashed down in an instant, and the heat that burst out made several people unable to open their eyes.

“...... This flame. The barrier released by the golden spell in front of Logos blocked the heat and allowed him to see the situation.

A Draco held the Breath of Kings in both hands, and the Steam Knight's blade rested on her blade.

The ground cracked like a spider's web, and flames belonging to Tallulah swirled around her, forming a stream of air to meet the blow head-on.

Logos looked sideways at the captain of the parliamentary guard on the side, who could have taken the slash for Tallulah at that moment, but... He didn't.

"Knight, my name is Tallulah Yatrias, descendant of Draco, we are not enemies... Uh..." The

floor at the soles of Tallula's feet shattered again, her arms gradually bent, the breath of kings held by her hands was slowly pressed down, and the huge blade slowly closed the distance towards her head.

“...... Is that so. Logos stopped looking at the captain of the parliamentary guard, he could clearly see the serious concerns of the other party, but the other party seemed to have other considerations.

"Victoria."

The Steam Knight just kept repeating the word.

Tallulah suddenly understood that the other party was not taking an oath or shouting Victoria, but because the breath of kings in her hand symbolized Victoria.

Tallulah raised her head and faced the blade that was pressing on top of her.

“..... Can you still hear me, knight?

"I have no right to order you."

"Please also, let us take this sword."

"It's not about who I am."

"Lentinim needs it... No, not Lentinom. "

Children huddled in orphanages need it, war-torn peasant families need it."

"It is needed by workers who use their own blood and sweat as lubricants for lathes, and by citizens who buy drunk in taverns to escape despair."

Tallulah recounted as she grew overwhelmed, the blade of the fire was getting closer and closer, and the flames hovering around her were trying to converge on Tallulah in an attempt to protect her, but Tallulah refused.

What she wants is not to violently defeat the Steam Knights, to defeat these heroic spirits who have been guarding Victoria.

These heroic spirits deserve a promise that Victoria has not abandoned them.

“... Belch...... It is needed by SDS fighters who have stood up for their homeland, and by everyone who wants to avert a catastrophe.

"It's not the storm that it can dispel, it's the fear."

Wow -

"It's not your Victoria, and the Victoria you guard needs it!"

The Steam Knight's blade slackened, giving Tallulah a breather.

“...... Not Victoria.

"So, where is Victoria?"

The roaring voice of the steam knight was filled with confusion and anger.

"So, where is Victoria ?!!"

"Tell us!" The steam knight raised his arm sharply, his speed was extremely fast, and he slashed down in an instant.

"Where is Victoria ?!!?"

Bang – a crisp sound echoed in this empty space underground.

In front of Tallulah stood a man who held his sword to block the sudden slash of the steam knight.

"Enough..." the captain of the parliamentary guard lowered his head.

"Evans, Jones, Wilson, Lynch..."

One name after another came out of the mouth of the captain of the Parliamentary Guard, heard by the steam knight.

These are the names of canonized steam knights.

"Victoria is here, at your feet, on the blade of your sword, in the hearts of all the people of the land of Victoria."

“...... In the glory that you have defended, so... Stop that. "

Huh -

white steam came at you, drowning the figure of the captain of the parliamentary guard.

The captain of the parliamentary guard looked sideways at Tallula, who was breathing, and he was already able to truly support His Highness.

"Your Highness, please back off."

The captain of the parliamentary guard lightly picked the blade of the steam knight, and a hundred times gravity pressed down in an instant, breaking the opponent's blade.

"Allow me also, let me come... Send these old friends... The last ride. "

Victoria... Parliamentary Guard? "Some figures emerged from the chaotic memories of the steam knight.

"We all stood by for Victoria, but His Highness was far more broad than we thought... So..." The

captain of the parliamentary guard flicked his long face and raised his head to look at the pitch-black armor.

"Let's pass, Steam Knight, Victoria is in dire straits."

......

The desert outside Victoria Lentinium

, which was originally a smoky loess, now shoots break through the soil, visible to the naked eye, and flowers bloom for hundreds of meters.

The fierce wind swept the yellow sand from a hundred meters away, burying the 100 meters in the next moment, and everything was like a cloud of smoke in the past, disappearing into smoke.

All splendor and glory will be silent in the long river of history.

Only time is irresistible and eternal.

The earth draws on the power of time and nourishes this already poor land.

Nourishing this has long been fueled by greed, ambition, lust ... The eroded earth.

Depleted rivers roll and waves, scarce land is plastered for thousands of miles....