About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Orson whispered to Patriot to be gentler for a while. After all, this game was different from the previous one. The combination of Orson and Patriot was carrying an important mission.

If this gets out of hand, the people from the Chamber of Commerce will take advantage of it.

This time in the confrontation with the Chamber of Commerce, although the plan designated by Orson had quite a few links, there were not many things that could be called 'variables'. The most important thing was that "he was afraid that the Patriot would beat his son-in-law to a fatal rhythm, so he did not stop and just started a big kill."

"Don't worry, I'm not as reckless as you think. Although that battle with you was exciting, I can tell what's more important."

The Patriot muttered a response.

"Senior Patriot, the way you speak..."

"I'm used to pretending."

The patriot whose character is "half a foot in the coffin, and even needs a ventilator to stay alive to speak" cleared his throat.

It is said that pretending to stutter will turn into a real stutter. During this period of pretending to be dead and living in retirement, when Patriot talks to Froststar on the phone, Snow Rabbit will repeatedly ask Patriot with concern whether he is "really just pretending to be dying, and not hiding the fact that the oripathy has become more serious." In the end, he had to call Kal'tsit over to show a physical certificate.

"Even though 2v2 has become 1v1, the game itself still won't... What? This—Okay, okay, I understand."

When Big Mouth Mob was about to announce the start of the competition, a messenger from the Chamber of Commerce suddenly came over to him. After briefly giving some instructions, the host Mob nodded to show his understanding, although he was a little confused.

"A quick announcement—no need to sigh, friends. To make this highly anticipated competition even more exciting, we've decided to temporarily change the winning mechanism to a 'time trial'! This means both players must fight until the timer expires, and any actions taken during this time cannot be used as a form of forfeiture. And the only way to control the competition is with the 'Faith Tickets' in your hands! Want to watch the entire competition in one go? Then don't hesitate to spend your money!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

As Mob the Big Mouth announced the change in the competition format, the crowd in the audience burst into cheers.

Although some people have begun to boycott the Knights due to various recent news and rumors, the arena today is still mostly filled with gamblers, enthusiasts, and neutral spectators who are just looking for fun. They naturally prefer to come to a full-on, enthusiastic, and crazy game.

"..."

The patriot sighed as he listened to the cheers of the audience around him. Casimir today has completely changed from when he was fighting.

After hearing the new rules announced by the host, Orson was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Although I expected them to take advantage of our 'internecine violence' to eliminate two potential threats at once, such a blatant method was truly unexpected. They're simply afraid that our plan might go awry."

The Orson faction was prepared, as were the Commerce Union and the Supervisory Council. The only problem was that the latter had only recently begun its attempt to eliminate Orson and his group, while the former had already begun their "plan" the moment they arrived in Casimir.

"So, Patriot Senior—"

After receiving the action signal from other groups through the headset, Orson pulled out the Scarlet Queen and held it in his hand.

"It's time to 'keep fighting until both sides are defeated.'"

"Get ready, Orson."

The Patriot summoned his spear and gently raised his forehead, looking directly at Orson with his scarlet eyes.

It is this look that has made countless players participating in knight competitions constantly break the record for "fastest surrender/retirement".

"Both sides have squared off! A fierce battle to the death is about to begin. Who will remain standing on the field after the timer expires?"

"—"

“Who on earth can stand tall on the field!!!”

"—"

"Who on earth can stand tall in the arena? Who is it? Who is it?"

"Who can... No, why don't you two start fighting?!"

After revealing their weapons to each other, Orson and Patriot just stood there with their golden bodies lit up, motionless towards each other.

The Patriot/Orson combination has a major mission - to drag it out, and to drag it out as hard as possible.

87. Wake up, let's burn this city to ashes

"What the hell is going on?! The Knights' Competition has officially begun, but neither Orson nor the Deer-Headed Death God are making any moves! What are they waiting for, or are they unaware that the competition has officially begun?"

Big Mouth Mob roared on the stage. No one expected that this much-anticipated battle would start in such a strange way.

Many people in the audience couldn't stand such an inexplicable silence and even started shouting "RNM, give me your money back!"

Of course, for Orson, this was exactly what he had anticipated from the start. He wouldn't actually engage in a fight with the Patriots; he just needed to stall for enough time to keep the Trade Union's idiotic thugs contained, giving the other members more time to handle their respective tasks.

"Oh, I get it! Everyone, please don't start yelling. Although these two players may appear to be standing there idly on the surface, I believe that viewers familiar with the ancient martial arts of the Yan Nation should know that a battle between masters can be won or lost in a split second. They're not stalling for time, but rather anticipating each other's intentions!"

"Wait—what's going on? What did you just say? I didn't say that…"

The host's voice spread throughout the arena, and a small number of viewers who liked to read Yan country's martial arts novels were fooled by his theory and believed it.

As for 'Big Mouth Mob' in the commentary booth, he was completely bewildered. From his perspective, he didn't say those words at all, but the sound inexplicably came out of the microphone.

"I believe that viewers with ninja vision have already seen how magnificent the ongoing battle between the Deer-Headed Grim Reaper and Orson is!"

"What is ninja vision? And what on earth is going on??"

The audience was confused by the host who performed a stand-up comedy in the commentary booth, while a small number of the audience opened their Sharingan and said that the two of them were indeed fighting back and forth in a lively manner.

"As for those of you who possess Stand users, this situation doesn't require further explanation, right? Right now, the [World] is engaged in a close combat with the [Killer Queen]. Whoever lets their guard down first will plunge into an abyss of no return!!"

"What's a Stand user?! Um... audience, there's a problem with our radio equipment..."

The host, sweating profusely, panicked and forcibly turned off the microphone, while a small number of audiences took up JOJO stances, saying "wryyyyyy" and sighing that it was a battle that highlighted the golden spirit and was a hymn to humanity.

Although the host temporarily stopped his "nonsense" after turning off the microphone, another problem also arose - without an official voice channel, the audience became more confused about the situation on the field at this time, and even began to cause small-scale commotion.

Of course, it wasn't that the host suddenly awakened his second personality just now, but that Orson tampered with the radio device before the game, and then used his own frequency resonance + vocal cord simulation to create the effect.

"Well, Senior Patriot, my tactic of 'making a feint to the east and attacking in the west' was quite effective, wasn't it?"

Looking at the arena which was gradually becoming chaotic, Orson put his hands on his hips, feeling very proud of himself.

“It’s a very creative idea, and the actual effect is quite good.”

The Patriot stuck the spear in his hand into the ground while speaking. At first, these two guys at least knew to strike a "pose as if they were about to fight", but now they were too lazy to even strike a pose and just started to slack off.

"The effect is better than I expected. The Chamber of Commerce will probably intervene immediately. The more energy we can divert here, the better. In the end, this will still become a battlefield anyway."

Orson glanced at the audience. At first glance, there were actually a few less agitated "audience members" scattered among the extremely chaotic audience. If you look closely, you can find that these people are competitive knights belonging to different companies.

At the same time, as the arena gradually became chaotic and disorderly, the "spokesperson" Charney rushed directly and violently into the commentary booth.

"What's going on! Is there something wrong with your brain? Take control of this situation!"

"No...I, I don't know what happened. I didn't say those words just now!"

"I don't care if you're completely crazy or not, but within one minute, you have to clean up this mess and let those two damn infected people kill each other!"

"But I-"

Big Mouth Mob had no way to defend himself, and at this time, Charne's cell phone rang.

"Sir? Yes... I have already arranged the plan to clean up the underground arena... Eliminate the Reunion Movement and the followers of the Linguang family? No... Please calm down the Knights. Yes, yes, I know - but there are some minor problems here. No, absolutely not, please rest assured."

The spokesperson, who was yelling at the host just a second ago, suddenly lost his voice after receiving the call. After hanging up the phone, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately dialed another number.

"Speed up the cleanup if you and I want to survive this knight's competition. A branch of the Helmetless Alliance was suddenly destroyed. The enemy must have noticed our intentions."

"No problem, Mr. Charney. Our 'Brilliant Shield Industrial Special Forces' will definitely accomplish anything perfectly—what's with that Filin over there? How did she get in? Wait—she's the cat-eared knight from this year's Knights' Games...!"

The male voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became extremely panicked, and then there was a sound like an object being forcibly twisted.

"Hey, hey—what's going on over there? Speak back!"

The other end of the line became busy. Listening to the uniform beeping sound, Charne vaguely realized that perhaps the Meshko Group... no, the entire business association, might be in trouble, a big one.

————A converted abandoned underground garage somewhere in Casimir————

"Don't be afraid, I am infected just like you."

Inside the underground arena filled with the smell of blood and decay, Rosemary used the "Force to flip the table" to knock a thug who rushed over to her away, then tore open the prison door and released the infected.

"Who are you—No, even if we leave here, where can we go?"

The rescued infected children were not happy about the arrival of this little infected person who was about the same age as themselves. They just asked Rosemary numbly and fearfully where there was a place for them.

“…I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

Rosemary lowered her head slightly, and while whispering an apology, she used her harmless and cute appearance to block the children's sight, preventing them from seeing the explosive adult scenes behind her where various claw beasts were twisted into big bubble curls.

After receiving Rosemary's answer, the infected people all lowered their heads. To them, their lives had ended when they were thrown into this underground arena.

"Although I'm not sure, I believe there's no problem that can't be solved. Perhaps one person's courage isn't enough to move forward, but as long as everyone supports and encourages each other, we'll surely see the day when we can live our lives with a smile."

"Why are you so sure... Where is the so-called future for us now?"

"Because—I was once just like you."

Rosemary raised her head, put aside her hesitation, and showed everyone the courage she gained after experiencing fear and despair.

boom! !

The gate of the underground arena was torn apart. Rosemary looked at the infected people's eyes that were filled with fear but also with a hint of hope, and silently dialed the intercom.

"This is Rosemary, mission accomplished."

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"What, what is that—Guards, guards! Damn it, don't worry about the lives of those infected people, just hold this place and don't let that monster rush in!"

A manager in a suit and tie yelled as he hid in the 'viewing room' made of blast-proof doors. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side were originally set up so that those "powerful people" could watch the infected people being torn apart and bitten by the Originium parasites up close, but now he could only see through the window a "creature" with a light dark green color and an extremely strange shape constantly tearing the cleaners and thugs and guards into pieces.

"That thing... what on earth is that thing!? You guys, quickly come up with something—"

Click! !

“Wow wow wow wow!!?”

Before the man in the suit could finish his words, the tempered glass was instantly shattered by an unknown monster - Mon3tr. Many of the flying fragments directly pierced the man's eyeballs.

"Are you the person in charge here? The manager of Casimir's Wright Biological Company?"

Just before mon3tr was about to rip the man's head off, Kal'tsit stopped mon3tr. She walked up to the man who was lying on the ground, covering his eyes and screaming.

"Massacre the infected. Is this your way of 'making everyone happy'?"

“Help, help me—wait, that voice… you, you’re the one from Rhodes Island!?”

The man who was about to call for help recognized Kal'tsit's voice, and his tone instantly became extremely confused.

"Aren't you supposed to be on standby around the arena, responsible for killing both the infected knights and the deer-headed men? Why are you here—damn it, please save me!"

"Some of my subordinates have indeed been sent there. Please don't worry. We all have our own missions, and mine is to stop the cleansing plan of the underground arena."

Kal'tsit responded calmly, and the man who heard this finally understood that Rhodes Island was not a "partner" of the Chamber of Commerce at all.

"Wait, wait a minute... You're not going to kill me, are you?! You're a doctor, I know very well that doctors can't—Pfft!?"

Before the man could finish his words, his chest was pierced by mon3tr.

"You still don't hide your deep-seated contempt for the infected. I may be idealistic, and I may be hesitant, but I'm not naive."

Mon3tr threw the man's body into a cage full of claw beasts, while Kal'tsit dialed the intercom.

"This is Kelsey, mission accomplished."

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"Aha!"

"Pfft!"

Zofia took back the bloody whip blade in her hand. Beside her lay the cleaners, covering their bodies and wailing.

"Even though I'm just a top-16 competitive knight with a disease in my hand, I'm more than enough to deal with you."

After confirming that there was no one around who could be considered fighting, Zofia walked straight to the cage deep in the underground arena.

"Are you all okay? You're safe now. Follow me from now on. I'll ensure your health... What's wrong?"

Sofia was halfway through her speech when she noticed an infected little girl grabbing her clothes.

"My sister...she suddenly ignored me. Big sister, can you help?"

The infected girl asked Zofia anxiously, and following her finger, Zofia saw another infected person who looked similar to the little girl, only younger. She lay on the stone floor, the cloth wrapped around her arms and abdomen had long been soaked with scarlet, and her chest had long since stopped moving.

"..."

Zofia looked at the dead infected girl before her and silently clenched her fists. She vaguely understood why Orson had told her not to let Maria join this operation. Perhaps the child wasn't ready to face such bloody darkness.

If the knightly tournament is a show and exploitation of ordinary people, tournament knights, and impoverished knight families, then what happened beneath Casimir is a pure torture and massacre that is beyond human nature.

Zofia didn't know how to comfort the girl, so she could only take out the walkie-talkie and dial the frequency.