Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"Get off the stage! Get off the stage! Get off the stage!" The audience began to make a noise. In their opinion, the knights uniting to target the infected were perhaps more like the noble knights in their impression.

Can the infected become knights?

That's funny enough in itself!

"Shut up!" Wild Mane in the audience was already furious. "Bullying the minority with your numbers! Is this your spirit of chivalry?"

Bullying the few with more?

Yes... facing this group of noble knights who were infected, it seemed that they no longer cared about anything. What was the point of using numbers to bully the few? The knights here were originally a group of losers.

For the losers, what does it matter if they use their numbers to bully the minority?

The weak draw their swords against the weaker - this is the reason for this situation.

At this moment, the Rusted Bronze Knight, who they thought would definitely join the hunt for the Infected Knight, kicked the guy who turned and rushed towards the Infected Knight to the ground with a sneer on his face.

"What a majestic sight." Ingra looked at the knight who was kicked over by him and was struggling to get up, as if he saw his former self.

If he had not been defeated by that guy named Maria with one sword, he would have indeed participated in this siege. Anyway, he really didn't care about the infected knight before, and even wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

But...it's different now.

The Rusty Bronze Knight, this name given by the Chamber of Commerce is itself a mockery. Rusty Bronze, Rusty Bronze... It's like he is mocking his family's glory that has long been rusted. He once fell from the clouds to the mud, and relied on knight competitions to restore his original status, but he got this name.

But now, he no longer feels ashamed of this name——

"You're right. Everyone here is a loser. This is a gathering of losers. It's a battle between losers vying for a ticket to the official competition." The Rusty Bronze Knight walked into the encirclement. Under the vigilant gaze of the Infected Knight, he turned around and turned his back to the other party.

"But even losers should have their pride," he said, a mocking smile etched on his face as he faced the enemy's already formed line. "Compared to you bunch of idiots, I think those who openly admit they're losers are more like knights!"

"...Huh?" The Infected Knight was stunned. He was being protected by the Rusted Bronze Knight? Huh?

Isn't the Rusted Bronze Knight the most violent towards the infected? Why would he suddenly come to my defense? And even admit that he's a loser?

Did I just say those words in a moment of anger?!

However, the Rusty Bronze Knight's sudden betrayal was clearly unexpected by the group, and the more serious knight was already at a loss as to how to step down. Of all the knights present, the Rusty Bronze Knight was clearly the strongest. If he joined forces with this infected person, their chances of victory were uncertain. He twitched his lips and said, "Hmph, you guys lack the pride of a knight! Let's work together to eliminate these two guys first!"

"...Ah this..." The wounded knight was stunned. Asking him, a wounded man, to deal with Ingra + the infected knight was obviously beyond his ability.

"...Hmph, I'm not going." The other knight, who had been fawning over Rusty Bronze, also backed off. This seemingly serious knight, though acting reasonable from beginning to end, had actually been conserving his energy the entire time. He'd heard everything being said. How could he possibly follow his opponent's instructions?

"Two cowards." The more serious knight could not keep up the pace and could only snort coldly. The fragile alliance was broken just like that. At this time, the Infected Knight and the Rusted Bronze Knight almost simultaneously seized the opportunity when the three were wary of each other and rushed forward.

The wounded knight immediately forfeited the match. After all, he couldn't defeat the Rusted Bronze Knight to begin with, let alone with an infected person in tow. The situation instantly became a 2v2—and it was a 2v2 where one could easily tell which side had the advantage…

The Rusted Bronze Knight, who had pinned the seemingly serious knight to the ground, turned around and saw that the other guy had been kicked off the ring by the Infected Knight. "Quick move?"

"Each each other."

Although the Infected Knight was somewhat grateful to the Rusted Bronze Knight for stepping forward, at the end of the day, the two still had to fight. He did not let his guard down, but instead looked at the Rusted Bronze Knight in front of him with some nervousness.

"Next...it's our showdown, right?"

"Hmph, I won't let them win. I just think they're clueless, not that you're that powerful." The Rusted Bronze Knight sneered, "Or have you misunderstood something?"

"...I did misunderstand." The Infected Knight had recovered from his previous anger. "You have changed, Ingra."

"Let's talk about that after the match." The Rusted Bronze Knight, Olmer Ingra, raised his axe like a true knight. "Let's decide the outcome once and for all, just like a classic knight's duel."

Chapter 120: Nightmare Chaser

Olmer Ingla's performance made Maria, who was following the game, feel his transformation.

The Rusty Bronze Knight was originally a descendant of a classical knightly aristocratic family. His ancestors had also fought on the battlefield, but his family's decline caused him to feel a huge gap in fortune, and he developed resentment and a desire for revenge towards society, which is why he acted so violently.

This is a typical example of someone tearing up someone else's umbrella when their own umbrella is broken.

It was only after Maria defeated him, under the influence of the sword of repentance, that he re-examined his life. His revolving door had not been in vain. He realized that he had become the kind of person he hated the most. He couldn't say that he had completely changed, but he had indeed changed.

Maria was certainly happy to see this change, as it made her feel that Casimir could still be changed, and she was even more confident in her sister's actions.

However, such a transformation is not something that everyone can experience. After the game, the eliminated knights jointly complained about the tournament organizers' preferential treatment of the infected knights. They also protested against the fact that the infected knights could use Originium skills without adding spell units to their weapons. Although this kind of protest itself was something they could not afford to lose and would not have any impact, it was a troublesome matter for Noah.

It is true that the Infected Knight can release Originium skills without relying on spell-casting units, but since you are so envious... why don't you become an Infected?

In Noah's opinion, this kind of protest is really stupid, but there is no guarantee that some people with ulterior motives will not deliberately impeach him through this protest and further reclaim his rights.

The Chamber of Commerce has begun to come to its senses. From the moment Margaret returned, Noah realized that the Chamber of Commerce seemed to be waiting for an attitude, his own attitude.

At this time, if he showed his loyalty to the Chamber of Commerce and turned against Margaret, the Chamber of Commerce would probably not be stingy with its investment in him, and he might be able to rise to prominence. Even if he resigned from the position of spokesperson, he would probably be reused.

For ordinary people, this kind of opportunity would certainly be a dream come true, as it would bring them wealth and glory for the rest of their lives.

But for Noah, such temptation is indeed unnecessary - you can't promise something to someone who has no future.

Noah sneered as he tossed the protest letters into the trash before turning to Margaret. "Indeed, some people are beginning to wake up, but now you must demonstrate your abilities...or rather, your ability to rally people around you. The burden is heavy."

"It's because it's heavy, so someone needs to carry it." Margaret smiled, "And it's not just me, it won't be just me. At least there's you, right?"

"Hmph..." Noah shrugged, "You're tall, just carry it."

That being said, Noah also knew that he couldn't refuse Margaret's request.

"Bad thing." Noah cursed with a smile.

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"I found Serkiak." Meanwhile, Monique, who was monitoring the Red Pine Knights, finally spotted a familiar figure as she followed Wildmane and the Infected Knight back to their new base. "He's right there at the Red Pine Knights' base. Not only Serkiak, but also the escaped Farfang Knight. Didn't you do that? You actually let her live?"

"We don't have any deep hatred. What's the order? It's to prevent her from participating in Maria Linguang's team battle. I did it. As for whether to keep her alive, we should leave a way out so that we can meet again in the future." Roy casually responded to Monique during the communication. Compared with a high-roller like Monique, Roy is a pure slacker. He rarely does things to the extreme. After all, he knows that his behavior itself is very hateful. In the future, he will also grow old and retire. By then, he has no plan to deal with so many enemies.

Therefore, his style of doing things was very gentle, and he even maintained a basically friendly attitude towards his subordinates.

Of course, more people just thought he was frivolous - which was not wrong, after all, he was eating chips in a bar under the pretext of investigating the Nightmare Chaser.

"Relax, Monique, we're just working, not being assassins," Roy said. "Follow orders, but don't become a slave to them."

"Hmph... Stupid behavior." Monique rolled her eyes. "You're not leisurely drinking and eating snacks right now, are you? While I'm working hard to monitor our enemies?"

"I swear, I didn't. I was diligently investigating the whereabouts of the Nightmare Chaser!"

"You better be."

But compared to this incident, Monique has actually become a little alert. The reaction from above is a bit strange. When hunting down the Flame Tail Knight, the orders from above did not contain words like "must kill". Recently, the reaction from above has been very... ambiguous, and so have the orders.

This reaction is not like the previous Xuantie...

But now she couldn't figure out what had happened, so she could only continue in her original style.

"Boss, another serving of French fries, please! Oh my god! Who came up with this genius idea of ​​slicing potatoes and frying them? Modern society is beautiful because of it."

With a serving of fries and a side of ketchup, Roy could spend the day in the bar, listening to people talking about knight competitions and occasionally mentioning Margaret Linguang.

But Roy wasn't really just slacking off. He had indeed figured out the Nightmare Chaser's whereabouts, and...

——A young hunter embarks on a journey to heaven.

——Starting from the dream, heading to the other side of gold.

The person I've been waiting for has already arrived.

Compared to Roy's calm reaction, the old knight was shocked because he understood the song and knew what the song and the language represented.

"What's going on? Do people who come here have to sing their own entrance song now? Will they have to recite a few lines of poetry in the future?" the old craftsman asked doubtfully. "Old Martin, do you know what these lyrics mean? I've never heard a tune like this."

"How should I know? Anyway, there are guests coming." Old Martin shrugged and responded. "By the way, Old Fu, you don't look right?"

"I... I don't know why, but when I hear this song, my heart just... "

"You're having a heart attack? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" the old craftsman scoffed. "When did you have a heart attack? Last time you said you had high blood lipids. Now you have a heart attack?"

"Batbayar... my compatriots, the last descendants." At this time, the knight in strange armor who sang this song finally came in front of them.

He spoke, as if awakening an ancient race, speaking in a simple language.

"Why are you in a place like this?"

Chapter 121: Nightmare

If Noya were here, she would be surprised, because the song sung by this strange knight was exactly the same as the one she heard in her dream.

This song had troubled her for a long time, along with the shadow behind her. It had rarely appeared recently, and Noah rarely called for it to appear. But it was still there, never leaving, and there had never been any response.

Margaret had also seen the existence of phantoms, but even she did not know what phantoms were.

Noah could only know that this phantom was related to the disappearance of Margaret's parents, and perhaps also to the disappearance of his own parents. Why it appeared and why it followed him was a mystery in itself.

At this moment, the key to this mystery quietly appeared in this small bar.

"How... did you know this name?" Old Fu hadn't heard his own name for a long time. This name was not the name he used now, but the name in the tribe.

The knight didn't immediately respond to Old Fro's question. Instead, he glanced around the bar. The silent knight's gaze seemed to hold a kind of magic, causing the lights to flicker. He stood there, yet seemed illusory, like an unreal shadow, a silhouette detached from the distant river of history. He carried a mysterious aura and power that silenced everyone in the bar.

"Answer me, why do you know this name?"

Old Fu's emotions made the old craftsman beside him wary. Old Fu was once a knight in battle, so his reaction must have been that the other party was either a former comrade or a former enemy. "Old Fu, who the hell is he?"

"..." The knight was silent. He seemed to be still observing the tavern, or rather, observing whether there was an opponent here worthy of his attention. Unfortunately, he didn't find any.

At this time, Old Martin finally found the opportunity to speak, "Sir, would you like something to drink? Whatever you want, I suggest you put down your weapon first."

As Old Martin spoke, the Cavaliers finally responded.

"Pity."

After he said this, he turned and walked away, as if he didn't want to stay here for even a second longer. The anxious Old Fu wanted to stop him and said, "Stop!"

At that moment, the bar's door opened again, and this time, Zofia and Maria entered. Zofia, oblivious to the atmosphere, opened her mouth to ask the old craftsman to continue discussing Margaret's sword and spear. But before she could finish, she nearly bumped her head against the strange knight in front of her. It was just a glance, but Maria immediately tensed up...

There was no other reason, the knight in front of him was...very strong.

In the entire bar, Old Martin might be the strongest in terms of strength, but even Old Martin has never given Zofia such a great sense of oppression.

At this moment, the mysterious knight suddenly stopped and stared at the two people in front of him, especially his eyes fell on Maria.

"Are you... Golden Pegasus?"

"...Nightmare Chaser?" As a member of the coaching staff who closely followed the Knights' Games, Zofia naturally recognized the Knight before her. A rising star in the Knights' Games, Nightmare Chaser was one of the few competitors, like Margaret, who competed as an independent Knight. Zofia couldn't think of any other reason for his sudden appearance in this bar other than ill intentions. "What a shame, Margaret doesn't have time to come here right now. If you're looking for information, forget it."

"Shut up..." At this time, the Nightmare Chaser Knight raised the long sword in his hand and slashed towards Zofia. Maria saw it clearly and protected Zofia at the first moment, using her shield to take the attack from the Nightmare Chaser Knight.

Maria was reluctant to receive this attack. She felt that the opponents she faced all had extraordinary strength. Every time she used her shield to receive attacks from others, she would usually suffer a small loss.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Can I assume you're here to mess things up?"

Attacking Zofia for no reason was in itself a provocation. Not only Maria, but even old Martin was a little angry.

At this moment, the mysterious Nightmare Chaser Knight suddenly spoke.

"No... it's just Pegasus. Only Pegasus with golden blood is worthy of being my opponent and conquered by me." The Nightmare Chaser Knight did not continue to attack. Instead, he said in a mocking tone, "But after Pegasus abdicated, the so-called Kingdom of Knights—huh. You can't even be called warriors, let alone knights. The grassland is weakening, and you... turn a blind eye, Kuranta."

"I don't think I have any reason to let you talk about me!" Sofia drew out the whip blade from her waist, ready to fight back at any time.

But at this time, the Nightmare Chaser looked tired, walked around the two of them, and seemed to be planning to leave.

"Casimir now, are you guys worthy of being called knights? Competing in martial arts in that kind of ostentatious arena?"

"Come as you please, leave as you please? Whatever you mean, aren't you underestimating us?" Old Martin wasn't about to let the Nightmare Chaser go. "I think you'd better explain yourself a little."

"Don't move, kid. I don't want to shoot you directly in the head." Old Fu also reacted. When the other party attacked Zofia, they were already enemies, not friends.

While everyone was on edge, Nightmare Chaser's tone was filled with joy. "Good, at least you still have the will to fight."

The Nightmare Chaser's gaze swept across everyone in the bar before settling on Roy. "Do you want to join?"

"Ah? Me? I'm just passing by to get a bottle of soy sauce. You guys continue." There was no way Roy would get involved in such a fight. He quickly shook his head and continued to eat his fries.

He saw clearly that in this situation, even the Nightmare Chaser Knight, no matter how powerful he was, would not be able to escape unscathed. The old man here was no weakling. However, he was somewhat surprised that the Nightmare Chaser Knight had been able to immediately locate him in the crowd. After all, he looked like a mere bystander.

Is this the nightmare...

Except for that guy Noah, they are all crazy.

Roy sighed in secret, but at this moment... a voice rang out.

It was this voice that made the Nightmare Chaser Knight, who had always looked down on everyone, feel strange emotions for the first time.

He turned his head suddenly and looked towards the door.

The two people who appeared at the door at this time were naturally Noah, who had just finished processing the documents, and Margaret.