Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Cyrillic?"

"I mean, I still want to see him, I want to see that kid..."

Cyril's hands suddenly clenched and became as hard as iron. "Not only him, I also want to see my granddaughter, to see Margaret...!"

"Fuck the knight, I'm not fighting for glory, but for myself!" He sneered, and his voice didn't sound like a horse, but rather like the roar of a carnivore.

As the Linguang family has been passed down to this day, the blood of the gods' people has faded. Cyril Linguang is over fifty years old, and his body is no longer as strong as before, but at this moment, the body hidden in the armor still speaks of his will.

He swallowed the blood that was rushing up his lungs and slowly looked at his comrades: "The Knight...will be abandoned!"

"But, not now! Now Casimir can only rely on us!"

"There are only seven of us. Our communications have been cut off. We are all alone here. Outside are numerous ambushes set up by that jerk Hellagur, including elite soldiers, shield guards... and possibly even those monster-like Emperor Blades!"

"But I don't want to die yet, comrades..." He raised the flag high and pointed it at the distant plain, "I want to live!"

"We must not only survive, but also kill those hateful Ursus without a single one left!!"

"Let that self-righteous Hellagur see the Silver Spear Pegasus's final struggle! Let Bodrakas feel the powerful blow of our knight! Let Ursus see Kuranta's wrath!"

Cyril stuck the flag back into the ground, his eyes burning as he spoke each word.

"Casimir will never perish!"

It was the darkest hour of the night, and in the darkness, his words struck the ears of every frustrated knight.

The knight turned around, with the sound of steel ping-pong. One hand grasped the fluttering Pegasus flag, and the other hand slowly opened and closed, grasping the spear.

He left the fortress, and when he left there were only seven people, these were the only remaining Silver Spear Pegasus in the fortress.

The seven weak Kuranta trampled the grass on the plain and charged towards Ursus's camp. Herag was prepared, but he still sighed in surprise:

"Pigassos of the Silver Spear... Only seven people dared to launch an attack."

The artillery fire roared like thunder, and an iron wall of shield guards spanned in front of the Pegasus.

This is a gamble. If the Pegasus cannot break out, the shield guards will stop them, and the elite Hundred Battles Vanguard will take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, and they will be stripped of their strength bit by bit in despair.

Hellagur is worthy of being Hellagur, standing calmly in front of the double-headed eagle flag of Ursus.

Ioletta followed Cyril's steps, and when the man roared, she shouted too.

Their guns hit the shield's iron wall, and at that moment, dawn broke, and the first ray of light shone on Cyril's face.

Light also bloomed from his body, a dazzling light that poured into the limbs and bones of Ioletta and every comrade!

A second dawn has emerged on the golden plains of Casimir!

This is incredible in many war histories. Any historian would sigh that Casimir was about to perish after seeing the situation between Casimir and Ursus at that time.

However, Cyril Linguang changed the situation of the war and defeated Hellagur, who was at the peak of his power at that time, and almost took his life. If Bodrokast had not arrived in time, a famous general of Ursus might have died.

The seven Silver Spear Pegasus broke through the blockade and found a total of 42 comrades. They fought all the way back, suffered heavy casualties, and finally only seven people returned to the Grand Knight's territory.

Of the original seven, only Ioletta and Cyril survived.

To this day, Casimir still praises this incredible victory, and it was because of this qualification that Ioletta was promoted to Grand Knight.

But the day that left the deepest impression on her was the dark night when an old knight roared fiercely, carrying with him his dissatisfaction and anger towards the world, as well as his attachment to and expectations for the world.

No one remembers that night except myself.

Suddenly, Ioleta Russell heard wailing, and from the tall colonnade, she could see Kane, the backbone of the Chamber of Commerce, screaming miserably and struggling weakly with his legs.

And in the audience, the devil who controlled everything watched the capitalists' struggles with boredom.

The flickering neon lights shone on his face, mixed with the rain, like a tomb.

Zhuang Ning stopped laughing and had no desire to speak. He didn't let anyone get close to him and just watched quietly.

How many tall buildings are there in this great knight's territory?

Maybe no one has counted them, just like no one would count the number of trees in a jungle.

In the designated business district, the screens hanging high on the buildings silently played the scene of Kane's death. All the citizens who came back to their senses from the fear saw the man's death in various places.

His legs were drooping, he was incontinent... Even though he was all-powerful in Casimir when he was alive, he died in such an embarrassing way.

After dealing with this person, Zhuang Ning turned his gaze away.

The light shining on Ioletta Russell's face meant it was her turn.

The characteristic of the Great Knight Territory is the knightly competition, but most of the knights in battle look down upon such trifles.

The warriors on the battlefield, braving the Ursus artillery fire and the Leitanian spells, have reason to despise the fake battles on the stage.

At first, Ioleta Russell felt that this was an insult to her and to all the knights. Is there any more vicious result than letting the leader of the knights die on live broadcast?

But when she went on stage, she no longer thought so. Zhuang Ning didn't care about the so-called glory at all. He could treat the loser in a more brutal way.

But he chose to duel, just to show that tiny bit of respect.

As for the live broadcast, his purpose was to expose it in broad daylight. He wanted to completely destroy Casimir's will to resist. There was no better option than killing the leader in public.

After figuring this out, Ioletta finally had no more worries.

Just as Cyril once told her, the era of knights was over, and all she had to do was die like a knight.

Ioletta Russell is an octogenarian, as calm as an ancient well, but when she stood on the podium in armor, bathed in thousands of spotlights, a little passion incredibly emerged in her heart.

All eyes are on you.

Even though there was no one in the stands, she knew that the entire Knight Territory was watching her tonight.

It was like the most grand farewell ceremony.

"Doctor...please allow me to call you that."

"random."

"Thank you for what you have done... Finally, can I ask you a question?"

Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment: "Do you want to ask me how I will treat Casimir's knights?"

"Yes."

"After my trial, Casimir probably doesn't need knights anymore."

Zhuang Ning said softly, noticing the change in the old man's expression, and added, "Maybe some knights will be left for competition? This is also a feature of Casimir."

"Can a knight like that be considered a knight?" Ioletta shook her head.

"What is a knight?" Zhuang Ning sneered, "What is a knight?"

The question resounded and penetrated everyone's ears.

In the audience, Margaret and Margaret stood aside, the only two spectators of this showdown.

In addition, there are hundreds of thousands of eyes staring at the images captured by the camera.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhuang Ning said: "If knights can represent a kind of glory, then jockeying knights can certainly represent it as well."

"If chivalry is a virtue, then jockeying can possess it."

“A jousting knight doesn’t have to kill anyone, so he can focus on honing his skills instead of plundering other people’s treasures.”

"From some perspective, perhaps they would be more suitable for the definition of knights - just like no one would question our lovely Margaret."

Zhuang Ning opened her mouth quietly, "Grand Knight Commander, why do you think they are not knights?"

"——What is a knight in your mind?"

Ioleta Russell instinctively wanted to refute, but in the end, she chose to remain silent.

"Cyril, is that what you think?"

She closed her eyes, nodded, and raised her spear. The tip of the spear was stained with blood several times and was already rusty.

Ioletta did not dwell on those silly questions any more. She just moved forward and charged forward, as if she had returned to that dark night more than 20 years ago.

The feeling of aging disappeared, and she imagined holding a flag in her hand, the flag fluttering in the night.

She gathered under this flag, with thousands of troops behind it. She launched a charge, walking at full speed, gathering all her strength in her right hand holding the gun.

"A knight is a noble being who illuminates..."

In the dead silence, the old man uttered a low reply, freed from the long shackles.

In the blink of an eye, the gun broke through the barrier of air, and Ioletta Russell felt as if time had stopped, allowing her to observe the Demon King in great detail.

There was no longer any insult or mockery on that face, but instead a hint of surprise.

The Originium circuit preset on the tip of the gun was activated, and a brilliant stream of light burst out, covering the drones and spotlights, and gushing into the sky.

That was the light emitted by the old man who squeezed out his last bit of energy, like dawn, dyeing the night with a golden color!

In the frozen time, she approached step by step, and finally the Silver Spear Pegasus completed her strongest attack as a knight in the most standard posture!

However, the gun was still held down by one hand.

The rough palm grasped the tip of the gun, added strength, and a sound of collapse was heard.

A low sigh flowed: "It's amazing."

The dawn shattered under that wrist, leaving no trace, leaving only two people standing silently in the arena.

Scorched by the overly hot light, the arena was left with shocking charred marks.

Zhuang Ning looked at the hand that was holding the tip of the gun. It had a wound and was bleeding.

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and looked at the old man in front of him.

Ioletta Russell remained standing, like a statue, with no breath coming out of her mouth or nose.

The last Silver Spear Pegasus died, and that blow really drained all her energy.

"So amazing." Low praises were heard again in the arena, "This is the knight."

Chapter 14: Why did Ursus fall down before he even used any strength?

There was complete silence on the stage. Zhuang Ning lowered his head and looked at his palm, which was emitting eerie white smoke.

The power of defense only lasts for a moment, and after that moment, everything disappears.

But Zhuang Ning still felt a little pain.