The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

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Candle Knight fell silent for a moment.

"I'm sure you won't have the bad habit of breaking your mouth, so it's okay."

"Actually, I am the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman somewhere in Letania."

Shocking news!If unscrupulous media such as the Red Wine News find out, the whole city will be shaken by gossip.

However, the reaction from the other side was.

"Oh."

Sang stretched out his hand, indicating to continue.

Regarding this point, Viviana suddenly felt inexplicably lost and relieved, and then she continued.

"My identity is a disgrace to my family, so since I was a child, I was locked in a dark tower. In that high tower, I couldn't hear the bustle of people in the downtown area, I couldn't hear the hawkers' cries, I couldn't see Vehicles rolled over the ground, and I was only accompanied by darkness surrounding me from all sides."

San listened in silence.

"Fortunately, my mother would occasionally bring me a candle. Through the faint light, I could read poetry, prose and novels from various countries. Among them, my favorite is Casimir's literature about knights..."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Originally, before I grew up, as my father's weakness and taint, I should have been secretly exiled or executed in secret, but none of this happened. I was brought to Casimir and entrusted to be raised by a war knight."

Head tilted a little.

"Because of the precedent of the Triple Crown Black Knight, as a Leitanian, I also have the opportunity to become a knight. With a little talent in magic and luck, I can continue to win and get to where I am today."

"Now, in the eyes of most Kasimir people, I can indeed be regarded as a knight."

But she couldn't be happy.

Because from the very beginning, when she knew that as long as she won, she was very disappointed when she knew that as long as she won and kept making those gamblers who bet on her get money, she could get the knighthood.

This is not what she expected.

Cavaliers shouldn't be like this.

She tried to do something, donating all the income she earned through knight competitions to the development of impoverished areas in her hometown, but what this undoubted good deed brought her was not a reassurance and satisfaction feedback, but a false emptiness .

She has never experienced the suffering of those people, and she has not even seen their lives. Whenever she donates a large donation and wakes up from the castle under the service of the maids, what she feels is never saved. Whose satisfaction is but mercy to the beggar.

"Stop."

When she said this, Sang called her to stop.

The cold pupils that seemed to have been calm all the time were burning with a little bit of anger and unhappiness at this moment.

This rare emotion made Candle Knight suddenly think that he had said something wrong, but before she could ask, Sang spoke first.

"Sorry to interrupt you. But there is no need to continue. My emotions have nothing to do with you, it's just... your story makes me feel familiar, and the coincidence and repetition of fate is still disgusting no matter how many times."

"Oh, really……"

"I almost understand your problem, but that's up to you to solve."

The beautiful and holy one is isolated from the world, doubts the incomprehensible but does not want to delve into it, lacks the courage to break free and change, covers itself with charity and nobility, gazes sentimentally at the tower of suffering, but dare not take a step forward.

"Aspiration is the farthest distance from understanding. If you want to get close to a knight, you'd better think clearly about what "knight" really means. "

Spreading out the book in his hand again, Sang suggested with the last sentence.

Viviana couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

【You are more like a saint than a knight】

At this moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

Facing the predicament, the Saintess will pray to the gods, praying for a miracle to open up the future, standing still and looking forward to the salvation of the light.

And knights...will choose to face it head-on, even if the front is suffering or death, they will choose the path they have chosen without regret, and sacrifice their lives for the most important things to them.

This is the difference between the two.

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Chapter 11: The Abyss

Just when the two had nothing to say, the color TV on the side suddenly lit up.

"Oh, the signal is finally good. Today's match was a heavy one for me."

The boss took a sip of his coffee and watched the knight competition on the screen intently.

[Blood Word Knight Diaros Khosrow VS Rusty Copper Knight Olmer Ingra]

On the screen, a strong man in well-dressed clothes and a one-handed ax is aggressively launching an offensive.

Rusty Bronze Knight Olmer Ingra, the youngest son of the ancient knight family Ingra, a great knight known as "The Butcher of the Arena".He is a brutal man known for his style of play and brutality. He mercilessly maimed and killed countless knights in the arena. However, he has always relied on corporate donations to avoid the sanction of the jury, and he is still active in the arena.

As for his opponent, Sang Weiwei took a second look.

Sophisticated armor with a clear age difference from the mainstream, but as a man, he uses a petal whip, a weapon with flexibility and bleeding as its core.

At this time, he was holding up the big shield of the famous family in his left hand, defending like a tortoise from the enemy's violent offensive, and patiently waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

"What's the matter, you have been hiding behind the shield, you useless coward! After I smash this turtle shell of yours, I will tear off your arm, squeeze it into a meat paste, and stuff your throat!! !"

The insulting provocation reached the ears of the Blood Word Knight, but even so, his rhythm was not disturbed by the other party's provocation, and he continued to wait for the opportunity to appear.

And back to the bookstore.

Candle Knight looked at the fierce battle and spoke like an explanation.

"Blood Word Knight, like you, Mr. Fran, he is an independent knight who just appeared recently. With his steady fighting style, he has also stabilized his position in the fierce competition, but this time he may be dangerous. Rusty Copper has not known recently Why did the strength improve so much that even the left hand was defeated by him, this battle—too much, Mr. Fran, what do you think?"

But just turned his eyes away from Diaros for a moment.

He spoke calmly.

"Not in the stream."

Taking advantage of the moment when the strength of the rusted copper was getting old, the shield in Khosrow's hand suddenly exerted force.

"What! You bastard!"

The huge impact caused Rusty Copper to lose its center of gravity and take a few steps back. Taking advantage of this flaw, the whip turned into the most vicious snake, hitting the weakest part of the Rusty Copper armor three times in a row.

The metal was shattered, and the beautiful and cruel petal whip directly brushed over a large piece of flesh, and blood gushed out like money, dyeing the arena here with bright colors.

Rusty Copper covered his bleeding stomach, growling and cursing unwillingly.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the battle is won or lost.

The audience, with their wallets on Khosrow, has begun to cheer.

In an instant, there was a loud noise that could still be heard even in a bookstore.

"ended."

Not interested in this kind of battle, San turned his eyes back to the book in front of him.

"No, not yet."

Candle Knight asserted.

"..."

Although her will and beliefs are extremely weak, her strength is barely enough, so she shouldn't say any ignorant nonsense.

The gaze turned again.

Just when Diaros was about to declare victory, the half-kneeling rusty copper suddenly stood up grimly, with a scarlet evil light shining in his eyes.

Dialos watched him vigilantly with a petal whip in his hand, but he didn't take advantage of the time when he stood up to beat the dog in the water and attack.

"Admit defeat, your injury is no longer enough to sustain you."

But he didn't care about the opponent's good words and persuasion.

A gust of black air visible to the naked eye suddenly burst out from Rusty Copper's body, and at the same time, a black flame suddenly burned on his battle axe.

And this strange origin stone skill is the support for Rusty Copper's recent surge in strength.

"I...I'm going to kill you!"

Only a loud bang was heard, and the figure of rusty copper blasted out like a cannonball.

The giant ax entangled with black flames slammed heavily on the already scarred shield, and the most exquisite famous shield was directly cut with a conspicuous gap.

Good weight!

Dialos gritted his teeth and supported it with difficulty.

The black flame seemed to have weight.The flame and the impact of the ax are superimposed together, achieving the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! ! !

Under the storm-like offensive of rusty copper, Diaros has no power to resist, just like a candle overwhelmed by the rainstorm, it may go out at any time.

His life is already a dying candle in the wind!

The shield was chopped and cut piece by piece by the battle axe, but Diaros still held his shield tightly, even throwing away the weapon and changing to holding it with both hands. open.

Because he knew that even if he only released the shield for a moment, he would be mercilessly chopped up and slaughtered by the black flame's battle axe.

But there was a limit. Finally, the trembling arms could no longer support the weight of the shield.

As the ax knocked away most of the broken shield, the weapon that was about to take his second life was about to fall.

come on.

Khosrow speaks with blood.

He mustered up the courage to face death.

But death did not come.

Due to the effect of bleeding, the missed blow only shattered a large area of ground beside him.

take this opportunity.

"I abstain."

After rolling, pick up the whip and jump directly from the arena to the auditorium.

No matter how crazy Rusty Copper is, he doesn't have the guts to continue fighting in the audience.

The black inflammation slowly disappeared.

Covering the bleeding wound, the pupils that were as scarlet as the blood stared at him.

"You ran away coward, you wait for me, one day... I will pull out your spine in full view! Crush your head while screaming!"

The terrifying murderous intent swept across like a wave, and even faintly affected the emotions of the audience. It wasn't until the referee plucked up the courage to announce his victory loudly that the cold air was blown away with a loud cry.

They cheered the knight's name, even though his figure looked more like a bloodthirsty beast than a knight.

But who cares?It's fine if you win.

Lowering her head, Candle Knight Viviana sighed deeply and rarely.

What is such a person, such a knight, really worth?

She turned her head to look at San, who had been silent since the beginning.

In an instant, an indescribable fear instantly dominated her heart.

Expression, no change.

Action, not spawned.

His eyes were still calm.

But even so, even without saying a word, the invisible pressure still surrounds him.

fear...

Because pure.