Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

Do not go gentle into that good night...

Noya was whispering her favorite poem, while Kuro was behind her, pushing her wheelchair.

You should burn and roar at sunset.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

She walked up to her own execution platform, but was as calm as if she was attending a tea party.

This is not the end, this is not even the beginning of the end, this is just the end of the beginning.

"The Casimir Knights Special Championship, the final, the two champions who are highly anticipated are already full of confidence!" The words of Big Mouth Mob have been heard, and Noah suddenly remembered that this host could only host some small competitions in the past, and he didn't expect that he could now step onto the big stage of commentating the finals.

Mob the Big Mouth is a small figure, but Casimir is made up of thousands and thousands of small figures like him who are climbing up the ladder... Many people have never remembered that it was not knights or merchants who truly built the land of Casimir.

But these thousands and thousands of little people——

"Two infected! Two champions! Two great knights! This match will be remembered for all eternity! It will surely move everyone's heartstrings!"

"Please allow me to declare! The 20th Casimir Knight Special Tournament, the Duel Tournament Finals! Officially—Open!!!"

The two knights standing on the field stared at each other, though the Blood Knight's eyes were somewhat more complex. He was curious. Why did Noya trust this knight so much? As if she could only block the Commerce Union's final poisonous arrow for her, she could restore Casimir. What kind of person was she? Reckless? Determined? Or... a fool?

The Blood Knight didn't know, but he wouldn't let him off the hook—not only out of professional ethics as a knight, but also because he wanted to know if Lord Noah had trusted the wrong person.

Click——

The Blood Knight suddenly took off his helmet, and this action surprised many people. After all, generally speaking, the Blood Knight would only do this after a complete victory.

Including the Brilliant Knight, Margaret subconsciously wondered after seeing this scene. "You..."

"Knight Yao, I'm glad you can hold on until now." The Blood Knight looked at Margaret Linguang. In fact, she was still very young. Although she had become a great knight who could stand on her own, she was still too young.

"Thank you." Margaret responded politely.

"Many people don't understand your choice, but I do," the Blood Knight continued. "You want to be a beacon. You know you can't destroy this era—even if you could, it would be meaningless. So, you hope your light can illuminate the path for others. You hope to be like your grandfather... to become the sun of Casimir, allowing the crawling ones to stand up again and the oppressed to straighten their backs."

"..." Margaret did not respond, but she knew that this was the first time a knight had told her dream to her face.

"A respectable spirit of sacrifice... Brilliant Knight," the Blood Knight sighed. "In your eyes, I see no trace of the dust brought by so-called ideals."

This seemed to be a pleasant conversation, but the next moment, the Blood Knight's expression darkened.

"But I don't think all sacrifices... are reasonable!" The Blood Knight's hostility suddenly locked onto Margaret. The Blood Knight who was chatting with Margaret about his ideal in the previous second, turned into a bloodthirsty Shura the next moment.

"I will break you—break your heroism," the Blood Knight roared. "I will be here to stop you!"

Chapter 200: The Martyr's Sword

He had to stand in front of Margaret Linguang, even though he knew that she was right and could really lead Casimir to become a better person and could do better than himself.

But the Blood Knight must be stopped here, as he is the last obstacle on Margaret's way to her ideal. Only by overcoming the reality can she reach the future.

Now, the Blood Knight is a reality, an almost impassable barrier.

But now it has nothing to do with ideals, reality, or even honor. For the first time, the Blood Knight now feels that he is not fighting for victory or survival, but to protect others - even if it is just a friend he has met only a few times and has only just confided in each other.

But he felt that this was unfair—

Just as Noah felt that this was unfair to Margaret, Dikaiopolis also felt that this was unfair to Noah.

Fate should not take anything away from her again. Fate should at least favor this strong girl once - at least once!

If fate doesn't intend to do it, then... do it yourself!

The Blood Knight knew that this was the funeral she had arranged for herself. No matter what the outcome, Noa would die completely in Casimir. She would never be able to return to her hometown, and everyone here would regard her as a disgrace.

Although her intentions were good, no one would vindicate her, and no one except those who knew the inside story would understand her.

Both the knight class and the capitalist class would completely drive him into a situation from which he would never recover for their own benefit. The Blood Knight understood this, and so did she.

This is so fucking unfair!

Axe blades and swords collided, light and blood, Fengti and Kuranta, champions versus champions, one wrapped in anger at fate, the other clinging to her ideals. Their wills and strengths clashed fiercely, sparks flying. Margaret, gleaming with brilliance, descended like a true golden Pegasus. Her previous injuries fully healed, she reached a new level. If before she was slightly inferior to the Blood Knight, now she stood on their same level.

The sound of weapons clashing was endless. Speed, strength, Originium skills, ideas, will, everything was brought to the table, sparking in this duel.

Mob's commentary could no longer keep up with the changes in the battle situation. Most of the audience was immersed in the fight between the two and cheered.

However, during the confrontation, both of them realized that they were evenly matched - it would be difficult to determine the winner if this continued.

"I was surprised after returning to Casimir." The sword and spear of the Knight of Glory directly penetrated the blood shield, but before it touched the blood knight's armor, it was blocked by the blood knight's axe handle, and then followed by an upward slash. Margaret had to retract the sword and spear, and changed the stab to block. Immediately, the light shone brightly, and the lightsaber - a skill that Maria had practiced for a long time and could only be released after accumulating energy for a long time, was used by Margaret casually.

However, the Blood Knight reacted in time, turning his blood into a rope and tightly tying Margaret's lightsaber.

"I met many knights with faith in their hearts. They have not lost themselves in this era. I can still see the glory shining in them."

"—Virtue will always exist. This city hasn't reached this point yet. But..." The Blood Knight clung to his sword and spear, but his axe was also firmly held down by Margaret's hand. So he swung his right fist, trying to achieve a surprise victory. "Virtue cannot change this era!"

The lightsaber on Margaret's sword spear suddenly shattered, and the impact of the shattering broke free from the blood, allowing Margaret to escape - avoiding the distance of the Blood Knight's punch.

"I just want to prove one thing, prove one thing in this decadent knightly arena!" Margaret said confidently, "Prove that even now—knights still exist."

"...I know." The Blood Knight gritted his teeth. "The Knights do still exist! It's just that—they are not recognized."

Your light is indeed shining, but are there some people who are being overlooked under your light?

You illuminate the gems on the ground for people to pick up, but when you dare to stand in front of others - when you are immersed in justice and righteousness, have you ever looked behind you!

Chivalry cannot save this complex era.

Margaret, you can't either -

If you think you can do it, then defeat me here—tear apart my soul that represents reality and compromises with reality!

The Blood Knight still harbors anger in his heart—

"You handed pickaxes to the weak, teaching them how to break through rock walls, but you didn't teach them how to build a new home on the ruins." The Blood Knight's angry voice violently impacted Margaret's heart. "You awakened the Awakened, making them realize they were trapped in a miserable iron cage, completely ignoring their suffering! And yet you think you've done them justice!"

"Since someone has woken up, there might be a way to break the prison—" Margaret didn't back down. "Reality, reality is indeed an iron prison, but if we don't break through reality, how can we reach the future?"

"Casimir's future? Does Castimir's future really have what you want?!"

"At least I should go and see!"

Boom——

Dust exploded, and the two knights' full-strength burst made the earth tremble. Blood was wrapped around the blood knight's axe blade. Every question he asked seemed to be questioning himself.

Any resistance will inevitably result in sacrifice. The blood of those who were awakened by your light - can you really not see it?

Can you really not see those who are ready to give everything for you?

These anger, these questions, and these sorrows were condensed in the Blood Knight's slashing blows, making him almost ignore the pain brought by the excessive use of Originium skills. His blood rushed, his anger exploded, and every blow seemed to be cutting through this era.

Do you see it - Knight of Glory, the blood on my axe blade is what will flow from those awakened ones after you resist.

Are you really at peace with yourself?

"Answer me!!!! Brilliant Knight!!!"

"Light... respond to me." The Knight of Glory suddenly drew a sword from his waist. This sword had never appeared on the Knight of Glory before, and people did not realize what this sword meant.

But at this moment, Lime, who was watching the broadcast, suddenly froze in his eyes.

That is……

"The Martyr's Sword. The heirloom sword of the Kirilet family..."

It is said that this holy sword can only be drawn by a true knight, and it will only respond to the wielder when he is unwavering in his goal.

It was a ray of light—

It was a ray of light that could perfectly offset and absorb any damage, and then double backfire.

Ding--

With a crisp sound, the Blood Knight's axe blade was directly chopped into pieces, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Chapter 201: Poisonous Soil Blossoms

The Sword of the Martyr is a weapon as famous as Casimir's and the Yaoyang Sharp Blade of the Linguang family.

During the Uka War, the Sun Blade was damaged by the attack of the last pure-blooded Wendigo, the nearly invincible Bodracasti. Although it was later repaired, many people believed that the Sun Blade, which represented eternal victory, had been broken. Therefore, the status of this sword in Casimir became so... unique.

This sword is the sword of the head of the Kirilet family. It is said that it is a sword that can choose its own master. If you want to pull it out, you must be clear-headed, determined, and a true knight.

There are many legends about this sword. Some say that the person holding this sword can dissolve all attacks and double the counterattack on the opponent. Others say that this sword can protect the user from harm. Such legends linger around this sword, making it a treasure that many people dream of.

One of the reasons why Lime wanted to take the sword was that if he had the sword, the leaders of the Knights Association would most likely agree to let the Kirilet family restore their original status. He believed that no knight could refuse the sword of the martyr.

And now, the owner of the Sword of Martyr... has been found.

The moment Margaret drew out the sword, Lime understood Noah's intentions. No wonder she resisted his arrangements so much, and no wonder she trusted Margaret so much... for the sake of a promise to always take care of the Lin Guang family.

——The family heirloom sword has already been given away, what else is there to say?

"...Sword of the Martyr..." Even the Blood Knight had heard of this miraculous sword that was passed down in Casimir. Now it actually appeared in Margaret's hands. No wonder Noah was so confident that Margaret would win.

The knights in this city all understood what the unsheathed sword meant.

What does the knight holding this sword represent?

The sword was said to have been kept by an elf and given to her beloved to protect him from harm.

Now, of course, the sword would be here—and only here.

"...That girl must have already prepared to give the sword to Margaret." Ms. Russell didn't know whether to be happy or worried. This sword was of great significance. Perhaps Margaret didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.

If the Kirilet family only has women in this generation, they will give this sword to their husbands who are going to war.

It represents the hope that he will be safe and sound.

I guess Margaret really doesn't understand this affection?

Russell was not wrong. When Noah gave the sword to Margaret, he said that he was lending it to her temporarily - and he also specifically reminded her that it could only be used at critical moments.

When the Martyr's Sword was unsheathed, it looked like a perfectly ordinary sword, the kind few would notice if it were tossed on the street. But once it was unsheathed, the faint silver shimmer of the blade was enough to startle everyone. Margaret, holding the sword, hadn't yet grasped the gravity of the situation. It wasn't her fault, though; after all, the Kirilet family's traditions, known only to a select few, hadn't spread beyond the outside world.

And Noah was talking about borrowing at that time——

When the audience was surprised by the unsheathing of the Martyr's Sword, some curious people had already discovered the strangeness of the sword, which immediately set off a new wave of enthusiasm.

Although Noah couldn't see... she felt it the moment the sword was unsheathed. A smile appeared on her lips. She really wasn't worried at all whether Margaret could pull out the sword. If Margaret couldn't pull it out, then no one in the world would be able to pull it out.

"Kuro, I said Margaret could pull it out, right?"

"...Indeed, I underestimated her." Kuro looked at Noya's smug look and complained. To be honest, she had tried too - but didn't pull it out.

Perhaps she had never considered herself a knight, or perhaps there was something else, but she did not receive the sword's recognition.

But Margaret did it, and in a sense, she did lose.

"...I didn't expect Noah to give me something like this..." Margaret looked at the Martyr's Sword in her hand, feeling a little helpless. She immediately put the sword back into its sheath and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know this sword was... the Martyr's Sword. I thought it was just a gift from her."

"Are you planning on fighting me without this sword?" The Blood Knight knew that the Radiant Knight felt that his victory with such a powerful weapon was unfair, so he abandoned it. "...A good weapon is a good weapon. Being able to wield such a powerful weapon is already one of your strengths. There's no need for this."

"No, I won't use this sword this time." Margaret shook her head. "I'm very grateful to her for giving me this sword. I also know she doesn't want me to get hurt, but this time is different."

"...Really?" Seeing Margaret put away the sword, the audience seemed to realize Margaret's decision and cheered even louder. After all, whether or not to have it and whether to use it are two different things.

No, it means I uphold martial ethics and do not intend to rely on the power of the sword to win.

Yes, it means that the Radiant Knight holds the right to use this sword, which is part of her strength.

This kind of martial ethics is obviously more admirable than using the power of the sword to win. Holding the sword and spear in both hands, Margaret spoke again, "Come on, Blood Knight——"

Blood seeped out of the armor and coagulated on the axe handle, turning into a blood blade that was completely different from the previous one - for the Blood Knight, not having an axe blade was not a big deal.

The two knights stared at each other, the power beneath their armor stirring restlessly, a strong emotion filling their hearts at the same time.

Now is not the time to discuss the sword, or the consequences and the future.

Now, it's time to decide the winner.

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Not afraid of hardship and darkness.

Purity, tenacity, dedication, sacrifice.

These excellent seedlings have to grow in this soil full of corruption.

Perhaps we made a wrong decision.