There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Barely able to keep his balance in the strong wind, Mob shielded his eyes with his hands and spoke with difficulty.

As the "lucky guy" closest to the two, he faced the aftermath of the collision and was the most affected.

The buzzing sound in his ears made him very irritated, and all he could see was a vast expanse of white, with only some vague outlines visible.

After blinking continuously, the scene in front of him was recorded in Mob's eyes, making him feel confused.

The two men who had been so aggressive just now were now standing on either side, each taking their own stances. They looked just like when they first entered the arena, but...

Didn’t they just charge up their ultimate move?

How come it's like going back to the past?

Is his brain blown out by the wind?

Click...

"wrong!"

Waking up in time, Mob looked towards the source of the sound.

The gun and sword in Margaret's hands!

The spear and sword wrapped in light made a slight crisp sound, and then, in full view of the crowd, it broke in the middle.

"Sister's weapon... is broken? It's been strengthened to that extent, how could it be damaged?"

Maria, who was outside the field, watched this scene and murmured to herself with a look of disbelief on her face.

She knew exactly how strong Margaret's weapons were, after all, she was the one who maintained them every day.

The strength of the weapon material is top-notch, and his sister's source stone enhancement skills are also top-notch, but such a peerless weapon was broken on the field.

"Phew...very impressive...I almost lost."

The Blood Knight stood in place, holding his axe in his hand, and looked at Margaret with a smile.

His helmet was destroyed by Margaret, leaving half of his face exposed, his dark skin marked by marks left by the scorching sun.

The axe in his hand was covered with blood scabs and was held in front of the Blood Knight's chest.

Looking at Margaret's broken weapon, the Blood Knight tapped the blood scab on his axe with his index finger. In an instant, a sound even more delicate than the sound of Margaret's spear and sword breaking rang out.

Click...click...click!

The blood scab peeled off and turned into a useless object falling to the ground. The Minoan axe wrapped inside turned into fragments bit by bit starting from the axe tip.

By the time the sound ended, the Blood Knight's hands were empty.

"Both...both weapons are broken? What kind of intense collision was this?!!"

With his mouth wide open, Mob looked at the two people in the field in disbelief.

Everything has happened since the Knights' Games began, even deaths, but this is the first time weapons have been shattered like today.

Both of their weapons were made by master craftsmen, and Margaret's weapon came from the army, but even so, it was still damaged in the collision with the Blood Knight.

The battle between the two has reached another level.

"...Amazing! This is the first time I've felt that fighting here is actually a pleasant experience."

With his hands hanging naturally, the Blood Knight looked at Margaret.

The rusty taste of blood lingered in his throat, the heat of the blood stimulated his body, and the will of the blood drove him to continue fighting!

"Many knights fight for wealth, some for fame."

"And me, the infected, we're just fighting to survive. Every victory means one more day of living, no longer having to rummage through garbage dumps for food... Whew! That kind of life is truly inhuman."

"What about you, Brilliant Knight? What are you fighting for? What experiences have you gone through that have made you so obsessed with this?"

Moving his sore arms, the Blood Knight took off his helmet as if no one was around and threw it aside.

"... Tragedy."

Inserting the broken weapon into the ground, Margaret raised her right hand, and brilliant light bloomed in her hand, with the prototype of a weapon condensed in it.

"I've seen cities crumble in natural disasters, the infected slaughter innocent civilians and pile up corpses as a warning."

"I've seen poor people abused and toyed with by bounty hunters, and I've seen parents sell their own children just for a few dollars."

"I have seen much suffering in Casimir that I could never have imagined, but... I have also seen a group of people... crawling forward in the midst of suffering."

"I am not alone! Dikaeopolis!"

The light condensed into shape, and the scorching sun was held in Margaret's hand. The faith and pain in her heart turned into motivation at this moment, driving Margaret forward.

"After seeing all this clearly, do you still choose to return to Casimir and rekindle your narrow ideals?"

The wound on his body began to bleed again, and in the hands of the Blood Knight it turned into a chopping axe.

"Yes."

Margaret nodded, her eyes showing no sign of wavering.

After getting the answer he wanted, the Blood Knight inexplicably felt his shoulders relax, as if an invisible burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Then... you are no longer narrow-minded."

"Final blow, Brilliant Knight, come! No need to drag out the outcome! Thinking is the right of the victor!"

The Blood Axe drew a perfect arc in the Blood Knight's hand, and the axe tip was aimed at Margaret.

Only then did he realize...

Lin Guang is still Lin Guang. Her departure is not an escape, but a growth. When she feels that she can take on responsibilities, it is time for her to return.

Before that, he will take responsibility for everything!

"Blood Knight Dikaiopolis, you are a great knight."

"And it will be an honor for all of Casimir if I can compete with you."

Yaoyang held her hand, and Margaret held her head high and looked straight at the Blood Knight.

"Margaret Linguang, the family motto is...Don't be afraid of hardship and darkness!"

"Ah..."

Listening to Margaret's "self-introduction", Dikaiopolis chuckled and muttered the Minoan language, his own native dialect.

"Tonight...I will no longer have to keep the peace to myself!"

Volume 7: Chapter 56: A Wandering Half Life

The clash of spells is more intense than that of weapons.

The scorching sun burned the blood, causing it to scab and peel off continuously.

But the Blood Knight was able to maintain the stalemate by continuously drawing blood from his body to replenish it.

Looking at Margaret bathed in light, the Blood Knight felt an inexplicable surge of strength in his body, supporting him to continue.

All the distracting thoughts in his mind were swept away. Now he just wanted to decide the winner with Margaret. He wanted to see if he was better than Lin Guang...

What on earth is going on!!!

The golden spears and swords were dazzling, illuminating the pitch-black arena and standing in the night sky like a bright lamp.

In the reflection of the light, the Blood Knight kept retreating, and the Minoan Axe in his hand, which was condensed from blood, followed the fate of the previous weapons and was gradually crumbling into sand.

"The Blood Knights... retreat! Casimir's bloody goblet! The leader of the Knights of the Red Lantern! Blood Knight Dikaeopolis!"

"He...backed off?!!"

The sound waves on the sidelines came one after another. Looking at the battle below, Mob was a little bit unbelievable.

In his opinion, it was not easy for Margaret to reach this point without the support of the company, and the same was true for the duel with the Blood Knight.

Compared to Margaret, who had only participated in the knight competition once, the Blood Knight had been fighting in this arena for a long time. After Margaret won the championship, he relied on his profound foundation to win the championship in one fell swoop.

The Blood Knight had the best conditions in terms of experience, weapons, and logistics, but even so, he was still defeated by Margaret's sharp edge.

Judging from Mob's discerning eyes, these two are both truly talented, and there's no such thing as a match-fixing, so...

Did the Blood Knight really lose to the Radiant Knight?

The disappointment flashed by, and Mob became excited.

He's not a fan of anyone; he's truly neutral. It doesn't matter to him who wins. Such a wonderful match, as long as there are no regrets, whoever wins...

Is it important?

off the field.

The Pegasus that had already reached this point looked up at the bright light like the morning sun and stopped at the same time.

"...It's dazzling."

Pigassos, who was sitting on his adjutant's horse, sighed.

"Margaret's brilliance shines brighter than ever before. Losing her will be a great regret for Silver Spear."

"Just looking at this, she is a rebel after all."

Speaking with a regretful tone, the already elderly Pigassos shook his head.

Silver Spear Pegasus is a soldier, and a soldier's duty is to obey orders. Between justice and orders, they can only choose the latter.

But Margaret is different. She seems to be a born rebel, resisting all injustice and is a true knight.

But such a person is not suitable to be a soldier.

Forcing her into the army would only destroy her, which was why he didn't intervene when Margaret was expelled.

It was easy for the Silver Spears to save an infected person. As long as Cyril asked, he could go to the Grand Knight Territory alone and bring Margaret back.

But he didn't.

He respected Margaret's choice, just as Margaret had chosen to leave Silver Spear.

But the friendship between the two will not fade. Cyril saved him, and now he chose to come here, isn't it just to protect Margaret?

"Form a formation and surround this place!"

Holding the spear and sword upside down, Pigassos gave an order and the silver spears lined up in an orderly manner behind him immediately dispersed and surrounded the knight's stadium in groups of three.

"Miss, go ahead and leave the rest to us."

Nodding to Talina who was waiting on the side, Pigassos said in a low voice.

Cyril was not the only one who saved his life, Russell was also one of them.

"You can just call me by my name..."

She moved her mouth, and facing the old hero's address, Talina felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She had corrected him countless times on the way, but Pigassos still insisted on calling him that, and there was nothing she could do.

He is her elder and is on the same level as her mother. Can she still go back on that?

Well, if you can't afford to offend someone, you can afford to hide away!

Nodding, Talina dismounted, handed Chesby's mount to the adjutant who had given up his horse, and then walked into the venue.

There is still enough time now. It seems that the video is almost over. If I work hard, I should be able to catch up.

I had promised Maria that I would go watch her sister's game. It would be terrible if I broke the promise.

Talina walked through the ticket booth at the entrance with ease and walked in openly. None of the security guards standing guard at the door stopped Talina.

They stared blankly at the silver-armored knight in the distance, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

This...is the Great Knight Territory going to be wiped out?

After looking at each other, one of them picked up the walkie-talkie at hand and prepared to report the situation inside, but just as he picked up the walkie-talkie, his companion next to him pressed him down.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just work, it's not that serious."

"Yeah, yeah, go back and pretend you didn't see it."

"Come on! Let's go into the pavilion and rest."

With someone taking the lead, the others came forward, held the confused guy, threw the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground, and hurried into the pavilion.

Are you kidding? How could they not recognize Casimir’s national knights?

They just work for the Chamber of Commerce, not die for it!