this is my ark journey

In Linhaixueyuan, it is easy to want to die, but in Casimir, it is very difficult to want to die, but looking at those empty eyes, they are not completely alive, they can only be called the living dead.

"Fortunately, a few sparks have drifted here, allowing some people to see through the lies fabricated by countless chicken soup."

Ren turned into a deserted alley, his body burst into flames, and he turned into a fully armored wolf knight. He came to a door and knocked lightly.

"Who?!"

A vigilant female voice came from inside, but before she had time to come and observe, Ren made a little effort, and he took down the entire door.

The room was not big, and several people were sitting around and flipping through something, while a girl with red hair and red tail kept standing up, obviously stunned.

The cold knight was standing at the door, the sword and spear behind him were so eye-catching, the girl was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand to take the sword, but as soon as she touched the hilt, a trace of thunder from the floor bounced her back.

"If I were you, I wouldn't attack a warrior knight." Ren Zhang Zhang came, that outfit, the aura exuded, a proper Casimir killing machine.

The people in the room didn't dare to move at all. The young girl had been trained as a knight. She couldn't even hold a sword, which showed the strength of the comer.

"Your vigilance is too low. According to the decree just promulgated by the National Council, you will be sentenced to five years in prison for reading this." Ren raised the red booklet and threw it on the table like this, then looked at the girl:

"You want to use this thing to teach me how to do things?"

It was this red squirrel who stuffed the booklet that day, and several people in the room cast resentful looks, apparently they had persuaded the girl not to touch the knight.

The squirrel girl flicked her fluffy tail and bit her lips: "The National Council is their mouthpiece. Isn't it a sign of guilt to ban this book? After all, two war knights passed by the town, of course they want to test Let me know what you think!"

Conquest knights are too rare, and I heard that each of them hates business and competition.

"Looks like you're disappointed to find us gone?"

"I'm even more disappointed now. Even if you are a competitive knight, why are you also a running dog? Just because most of your food comes from the Chamber of Commerce?" The girl was threatening, like the last roar of a dying person.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the few experiences in the arena had already made her realize that the comers were unfathomable, and she could kill all of them with one finger.

"You have never left the Kaliska collar in your life, why do you question it?"

Ignoring the warning eyes of her companions, the girl said loudly: "Because I look at the essence through the phenomenon, how many knights have joined the arena these years, how many families have put down their lances and picked up their abacus, and in the field of the business association, they can only obey other people's rules. the rule of."

Ren looked at her with a little surprise in his eyes. The talent is good. At a young age, he can see the rotten foundation of this country from some appearances.

Why does Casimir exist?It comes from the iron hooves and spears of knights, from the pursuit of honor and noble morality, but morality has been corroded by money, and lances have been dulled by interests.

Casimir's traditionalists were distraught, but powerless.

"Last question." Ren was neither sad nor happy, and gently raised the red booklet, "What does what you said have anything to do with this thing?"

"Because knights come from the people, as long as they have character, know how to use their power, and see who they are fighting for, everyone can become a knight!" The girl replied seriously.

These words are a bit outrageous. Knights are supreme in Casimir. Even if they are weakened in modern times, titles and status are also a symbol of power. As for ancient times——

Everyone in the Chamber of Commerce had to kneel down and call out Lord Knight, that is the aristocratic class with territories and castles.

Seeing a little girl talking eloquently, Ryan was already full of interest.

"What's your name?"

"Sona!" The little squirrel puffed up its chest.

"Are you infected?"

"Yes, in the face of natural disasters, the Kaliska knights who were supposed to protect the weak left their posts without permission. I was unlucky and got infected." Sona put on a sad smile on her face, and said to herself: "This Such a man is not worthy to be called a knight at all."

Ren nodded. The long-term education gave the Casimirs a natural sense of admiration for the knights, but this admiration is being weakened by the business association, such as the game video he saw.

Should the Cavaliers do whatever it takes to win?There is no righteousness in fighting, there is no good or evil, and it is just for points and cheers. It is more appropriate to change the name to gladiator or football player.

Just a plaything of capital.

"Honor and virtue are indeed illusory, but there are always some people who can't forget that Kasimir has indeed reached the critical point of life and death." Ren slowly got up and put away his sword and gun, "Your idea is very good, knights are not a kind of Occupation, let alone distinguishing between high and low classes."

Sona raised her eyebrows, thinking that this kind of words could only be said by old antiques decades ago, but she also realized that the visitor was not looking for trouble.

"But ideals are not enough, we have to tell the truth to all Casimiris."

"You want to fight against the Chamber of Commerce?" Sona was taken aback. These monsters had reached into every class, using legal and illegal means to eliminate all opponents.

There were of course troubles, even a warring order, but no one could make a sound.

"Yes, they are extremely powerful, but darkness is darkness after all, and hypocrisy is hypocrisy after all. Starting from one place, they can finally pierce the dark curtain. They can control public opinion, but they can't stop the mouths of the Casimirs." Ren The voice is joyful.

"You are not an ordinary war knight." Sona finally came back to her senses, her voice was full of excitement, "What do you want to do? Do you scold them in the award declaration of a regional championship?"

After waiting for so long, finally a decent knight dared to stand up against this hand.

"No hurry, greed will bring opportunities, we just need to wait for a while." Ren glanced at the people in the room, they were just some imperceptible sparks, and he didn't even understand the manual of the integration movement.

Why does he want to participate in competitive competitions, and act under other people's rules? Ashes' instinct is to break the rules.

"Sona, what do you want to do with me?"

"I think!" The little squirrel replied without thinking, and then asked again: "I don't know your name and title yet."

Serious knights all have titles, and Ren was not from a wild family at first glance.

Ashes didn't answer right away, he closed his eyes, and found himself in an invisible abyss, where there were no demons with claws and claws, and there was no abyss lord here.

But everyone here is a devil, everyone can become the master of the abyss, and the breath called capital is eroding the world unscrupulously.

He conquered the visible abyss of Kazdel, but came to the invisible abyss of Casimir.

"Just call me Wolf Knight, Artorius."

Chapter 340 Six I Give You Justice!

The summer is bright, and the colorful flags of the Kaliska collar ring are fluttering.

There are arenas everywhere in Casimir, the country of knights, but the venues for training for battles have long been commercialized. Points matches, exhibition matches, and rounds of bad luck are staged. Cheers, the lord made a lot of money from the tickets and sponsorship fees, and various companies took the opportunity to promote their products, and all kinds of advertisements made people hard to guard against.

It was just an exhibition match, but there were no seats left. Vendors were selling goods in the auditorium, and various billboards had been erected.

"Kafka Knight Training Camp, with professional knight instructors, three months to fulfill your qualifying dream!"

"Want to become beautiful? Want to gain more fans? Welcome to Skaji Plastic Surgery Hospital!"

It was a group of demons dancing wildly, making the arena smoky, but the town that had been depressed for a long time suddenly became lively, and people with a little money in their pockets bought tickets. No money is no problem, Metz Bank will considerately provide small loan business , by the way, recommend another set of competitive lottery tickets.

Buy who wins, when to win, how many times can side A hit side B, Ren stared at the lottery in his hand in a daze, feeling that the gaming industry has developed to the extreme.

Gambling dog will die.

He crushed the lottery ticket, pulled up his hood and looked at the arena. He had to admit that Casimir's knight competition was extremely developed, and he had thoroughly understood human nature, and he could always find something to watch.

One side is the Sarkaz Knights who have been in the limelight recently, and the other side is a famous local noble lady. The organizer unexpectedly revealed Grenati's identity as an infected person.

As a reserve knight, Grenadi can participate in the exhibition match according to the current policy, and everyone knows that the infected will make the Originium skills stronger, which inadvertently makes Gambler a little more courage to fight.

Grenadi wins, the odds are [-] to [-], and the odds are [-] to [-] for the third round. Others have clearly told you how strong you are, but Sarkaz is not too strong, which always makes people feel ' Evenly matched' illusion.

' But how could it be possible to win. Ren shook his head and saw players from both sides entering the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome Moore of the Wither Knights! His current record is one win, one draw, and two losses. Even without a title, he is still a future star!"

Amidst the shouts of the host, a Sarkaz about two meters tall appeared on the field in various man-made terrains. He was equipped with average equipment and held a thick-backed machete, but his strong figure was a bit scary.

"Moore! I want to give birth to you!"

"Tear her apart, you will definitely get the title within two years!"

"Hehe, this guy can't win. I've studied it. His movements are clumsy, and Miss Grenadi's hand cannon is designed to deal with this kind of clumsy knight."

Various voices came from his ears, and Ren looked quietly, and saw five or six Sarkaz in the same armor in the arena. They were both excited and cold.

As a half Sarkaz, Ren understands the entanglement of these people too well. On the one hand, the inferiority complex of the demons is overwhelmed by cheers, and on the other hand, he is a strong man, but he is uncomfortable being treated like a monkey.

Four senior centurions, one thousand commander, nothing more than scum, but more than enough to destroy this town.

Ren didn't take it seriously, and looked at the short, lonely figure on the other side of the arena.

"Now, please allow me to introduce——Grenati from the Cavaliers of Kaliska! Even though she is suffering from ore disease, even if she is expelled from the family, she has the best heritage of the family, the most rigorous training, and more Have a heart eager to prove yourself!"

This undisguisedly peeled off the scars of others, turning the miserable point into a selling point, Grenati frowned, and stepped into the venue silently.

The arena erupted into cheers again, some felt sorry, some lamented, and some cheered wildly.

Casimir's attitude towards the infected can only be regarded as indifferent. After all, infection with ore disease is also a value, and many high-risk occupations can lower wages.

Ren turned his head and glanced at the VIP seat on the right. On it were the branch president and a group of Kaliska family directors. They were whispering to each other, but they didn't have any worries.

very pitiful.

He thought of the street girls in the slums. These noble knights were indiscriminate, and they could sell everything in front of capital.

"To use money to find Metz, this exhibition match is fully sponsored by Metz Bank, and all spectators will receive an interest-free March voucher, let us give cheers to the director of the Metz Bank's athletics department—" the host After reading the slogan like a cannonball, he opened his right hand and pointed to the VIP table:

"Mr. Gray Metz!"

"Long live!!"

A wave of cheers erupted in the arena, and the sound waves swept through like a storm. On the VIP platform, a middle-aged man in a suit stood up and waved his hands reservedly to the surroundings.

What does it mean to pay back the money after selling it to someone? Don't you have to pay it back after three months?

Ren shook his head again, feeling that this bloodless knife was much better than Ursas's sharp saber. After finally listening to the lengthy advertisement, he heard a horn sound, and the competition officially started.

The Sarkaz knight took the initiative to meet him, while Grenati raised his hand cannon and bombarded the opponent's knife with accurate shelling.

The thick-backed machete was immediately covered with cracks, and Sarkaz rolled sideways in embarrassment, avoiding the second shell.

"The sound of the cannon resounds, and the victory is close at hand. It is indeed the inheritance of the Kaliska family! The Moore knight can't pull out the spare knife, he is in danger!"

The host reported the battle situation, and the big screen in the arena kept showing close-up replays.

"The third bombardment! It's dangerous! The betting outlets are open again, those who want to change their bets hurry up!"

There were constant bewitching voices amidst the gunfire, and Ren noticed that many people around him had stood up cursing. He propped his head up and looked at the slightly boring battle.

Grenadi was well-trained, always kept a distance, blocked the flying broken knives with a shield, and fired with a hand cannon, forcing the enemy to be unable to approach, and the joy of victory gradually appeared on his face.

This micro-expression was captured by the big screen, and more people exchanged bets.

"Stupid boy, I'm playing you." Ren sighed, thinking that this competitive knight still needs to have the spirit of acting. If it were him, he would be able to go up in seconds, and the Chamber of Commerce would not have to lose his underwear.

At this time, the cannonball sounded for the fifth time, and Sarkaz still dodged in embarrassment, but this time he stood up abruptly, pulled out the saber at his waist, and sprinted forward frantically.

"Moore's knight has finally charged. No, Grenadi's hand cannon still has one round of ammunition. Will the winner be decided here?"

All the people around were bulging, staring intently at the field, only to see Sarkaz charging in a Z shape, the girl glanced at it, and pointed the hand cannon to the ground.

boom! !

A cannon sounded, and the impact force bounced it more than ten meters away, and the machete cut through the afterimage.

Sarkaz was a little confused, turned his head to look, and saw the girl was reloading the hand cannon.

"Exquisite combat skills! Using the impact of the hand cannon to maneuver quickly and take time to reload, Grenadi's winning rate is getting higher and higher."

"defeat him!"

"Procrastinate for a while, I won't be able to decide until the third round!"

All kinds of chaotic roars sounded, and Ren saw Sarkaz looking at the rest area of ​​the Knights, and the commander nodded slightly.

almost.

Ren got up and walked towards the arena along the steps. The spectators who had already entered a state of frenzy did not notice him. Before he took a few steps, the situation in the arena changed suddenly.

Sarkaz charged again, facing the shells in a straight line.

"Knight Moore is going desperate, can we tell the winner!?"

Reckless move.

Grenadi was not disturbed by the host's voice, she had already simulated the opponent's forward route in her mind, and pulled the trigger while holding the shield.

boom!

The first shell blasted up dust, forcing the enemy to dodge to the right, but just as his feet landed, the second shell hit the upper body, passing over the shoulders, and shards of iron flew away.

"Press, block the road, and then—" The girl's mind was full of her grandmother's teachings. She didn't retreat, and almost pressed against the enemy's chest, blasting out the last round of ammunition from the hand cannon.

Boom—boom!

The chubby cannon came out of the chamber, but Sarkaz cut it off with a grinning grin, dividing the cannonball into two parts from the middle.

"Terrible luck, the Moore knight actually cut the cannonball, isn't this something only in TV dramas?"

The host's voice came into her ears, but Grenadi's pupils shrank. She realized that it was not luck at all. They hadn't paid attention to the solid shells from the beginning.