Zofia looked at her leaving figure, sighed, and walked to the tallest oak tree in the backyard. She reached out and touched the gradually blurred sword marks on the tree stump, as if with nostalgia and sadness.

“Margaret, it would be nice if you were still here, then your sister wouldn’t have to…ah.”

In the sky, a falcon flew against the scorching sun, leaving behind a long and clear cry.

This is Casimir, a country located in the western part of the continent, bordering Ursus. It is the birthplace of knight culture.

Today, it is controlled by the Business Federation, and capital and entertainment are eroding every corner of society. Knights have become tools of capital, actors on the Internet and on the stage, and the long-standing chivalric code is gradually being forgotten by the people.

195. To clear up the entire royal city

The sun shines through the dense leaves, casting tiny shadows on the street. The slender girl runs wildly on the top of the building, her pale white hair fluttering, symbolizing the birth of a new legend in the parkour world.

Bai Jin is running away. If she can, she would rather not have the title of “Cavalleriaki’s latest runner”.

It had been a long time since she had been hunted like this.

I couldn’t find the target, or even see where the danger was, but it felt like a cold dagger was always against the back of my neck, never leaving.

It seemed that if he slowed down a little, his head and body would be separated in the next moment.

Who is it?

Xinteleya’s sports vest was already soaked with sweat, outlining her budding and graceful figure more clearly, making her look alluring… Damn, she had no time to pay attention to her image.

Even if you are exposed, you have to keep running. What’s more, you haven’t exposed yourself yet.

So, we can’t stop no matter what.

will die!

She gritted her teeth, wondering who was chasing her.

……

“Look, she looks like a puppy.”

W was sitting on the rooftop of the building, watching Platinum from the No Helmet Alliance running desperately on the roofs of the houses below, playing with an Originium bomb and laughing.

“I think we should start as soon as possible,” Lappland chewed a piece of Syracuse pizza, which tasted relatively authentic. “We need to register the intelligence of all the major forces here in detail before the master comes to Casimir.”

“You take on the identity quite naturally.”

“What do you want to bring in? I’m the master’s dog.” She adhered to the natural law of the jungle, and since she couldn’t break free from the collar, she would just obey. Being protected by a strong person she recognized was not something she found difficult to accept.

W was silent. She had been numb to the strange composition of her team for the umpteenth time. They were all Akado’s lackeys.

Well, technically, she is now.

Askalon’s voice came over the radio channel. “Qingjin from the No Helmet Alliance is almost here. Do we need to leave some news for them to take back?”

Texas’ voice was a little unclear, and the sharp sound of metal rubbing could be vaguely heard from her side. “Ignore them. If they dare to stop us, just knock them down and take them away.”

“How strong are the competitive knights?” W asked curiously.

“Good are mixed together,” Texas swung his sword to fight with the enemy. The burly man looked weak and powerless in front of the power armor reinforced with active metals. The advantage of his physique was gone. Whether it was strength, mobility, or even fighting skills… This was an all-round crushing.

She single-handedly defeated an entire order of knights sponsored by multiple corporations.

What is it called…

Knights of Tarkov?

Texas glanced at the flags hanging on the walls of the hall. With her half-baked Casimir language, it was difficult for her to figure out the meaning of these ancient words that quoted local allusions.

Well, after fighting to this extent, I should be able to negotiate terms with the sponsors behind this knight order.

There are more or less troublesome guys in the Knights. The damage to “Sekiro” is not optimistic, but the advantage of active metal is that it can automatically repair itself as long as it absorbs blood. It can even use blood instead of Originium to provide power.

Without the assistance of PRTS, I always felt a little uncomfortable. Texas crossed the sword and scraped it across his arm. The blood on the blade slowly disappeared. The armor greedily absorbed all the blood it could touch.

Perhaps they could fight a few more fierce battles. She looked at the competitive knights lying on the ground around her and nodded with satisfaction. She thought it was enough.

*

Akado stood on the deck, looking at the increasingly lush mountains in the distance, and felt relaxed.

The quill is gradually growing, and Rosemary will be her best helper. Even if she faces the Lord of the Royal Court, there must be room for escape.

Power armor is constantly being updated and upgraded, and perhaps in the future, they will even be able to compete with the oldest legends on the land of Terra. But now they are still too young and too immature.

The Blood Demon’s eyes fell on the flag of the Federation of Colombia flying on the top of the ship.

Soon, he would be able to give the Sarkaz some breathing space, so that they could find a direction for development and even a way to join the international community…

Once the soil for his habitat is completely solidified, it will be time for him to go to Londinium to settle accounts with those treacherous ministers.

All subjects who disobey the will of the Demon King will be punished according to the ancient laws of the royal court.

Those who deserve to be put to death shall be put to death, those who deserve to have their hands cut off shall have their hands cut off. Those who deserve to have their noses cut out and their eyes gouged out shall all be punished.

Then, he would usher Amiya to the throne.

Since this is Theresa’s expectation, Akado will fulfill it unconditionally.

He never forgot that he originally lived to carry out Theresa’s will.

I have also never forgotten the pure white girl who mourned for the dead Sarkaz people time and time again at night.

For the suffering of the Sarkaz people and for the broken crown, he has made the nations of Terra pay a heavy price.

The Witch King died, Aslan’s king and the army of nightmares were killed in the hot land of the Fyre, and the emperor of Gaul was beheaded. The saints of Lateran fell in the yellow sand, the princes of Ursus disappeared one after another, and Casimir’s silver Pegasus bled in the mountains. Then a century passed, and the world forgot about Akador.

He will make everyone remember how noble and lofty the Demon King is.

Akado can use his shoulders to support the glory of that crown.

196. Intermission: New Year’s Bunny Girl

Amiya stood in the training ground, looking down at the dark magic slowly dissipating from her fingertips. A little further away, a humanoid stake was split in two with a slight friction sound.

Krusil clapped woodenly. It was time to spend money on new exercise equipment. Liquidity, liquidity, that’s how you run out of it.

The doctor gritted his teeth, signed his name under the list of training ground update materials submitted by the shopping mall, and then stamped it heavily. This is military expenditure, we can’t save it!

“PhD!”

Amiya pushed the door open and walked in.

The little rabbit had just taken a bath and was wearing a fitted dress. Her face was flushed and her neatly combed long hair was scattered on her shoulders. She was holding a stack of documents and leaned close to Skadi intimately, with a warm smile on her face.

Seeing Amiya smiling so happily, Skadi’s depressed mood also improved a lot. “Do you have any good news you want to share with me?”

“Yes!” Amiya nodded repeatedly and handed the document in her arms to Skadi. “This is a very popular topic on the Rhodes Island network recently.”

Skadi opened the document and saw two words written in black and white: “Spend money…”

“It’s New Year’s!” Amiya slammed her hands on the desk angrily, “Doctor, don’t do anything weird at this time of year!”

Skadi hesitated for a few seconds and said, “You’re right, it’s time to celebrate the New Year.”

She glanced at a piece of printed paper in the corner of her desk, which was a two-month financial report of Kulushil.

Alas, we have to put up with Miss Klushel’s working capital, as she often abuses her power to embezzle funds to buy those new robot toys.

Especially buying a Gundam… Damn, it was she who proposed this idea to Akado, but it ended up draining the wallets of many operators in Rhodes Island.

Especially Klushie, this bastard even lied about sales to buy the latest limited edition Gundam model of Exia… The most important thing is that she is not willing to lend it to me to play with!

Then I should reduce her purchase quota, no, I should just shut down some of her channels, at least my beloved figurines and Gundam models won’t be covered in dirty oil…

I’m not mixing these babies with motor oil!

Klushel looked at the deck decorated with lights. The red lanterns were warm in everyone’s smiles, but the cold wind of early spring blew deep in her heart, making her hands and feet cold and chilled to the core.

When she thought of the Sea Cow Gundam that would be released in two months, she was suddenly filled with grief and sorrow. But when she thought of her own inability to resist the doctor’s dictatorship, she was left with only helpless rage.

“Koloshiel, don’t just stand there, come and help!” Several operators were loading fireworks, but the operating procedures of the Originium detonator were too cumbersome and complicated. With the knowledge level of these rough guys who had not been to school for long, this task was still relatively difficult.

“Here I come, don’t rush me, stabilize the bracket,” the girl sighed, “hand me the wrench and the igniter.”

The deck was bustling with activity, and the operators, who had worked hard for a year, were looking forward to the New Year.

Especially the newly joined Integration Movement. The infected children in the tundra had never seen such a scene before, and the enthusiasm they showed even touched Logos. He rolled up his sleeves and jumped onto the field to engage in a hearty mage showdown using fireworks instead of Originium skills.

*

“Really… do I really want to wear this?” Yelena stood in the doctor’s office, feeling a little shy.

She had never worn anything so daring… revealing.

The thin cloth could not cover anything at all. It clung to the body and outlined the curves clearly. The entire lower body was almost exposed to Skadi’s gaze, with only the vital parts covered by the rectangular cloth.

From the base of the thighs downwards, there was nothing to see, revealing the snow-white skin and perfect leg curves. The ball-shaped furry tail trembled timidly at the point where it was erect.

Skadi hugged her friend’s slender waist, rubbed her cold body, and her hands restlessly slipped under Yelena’s cheongsam to caress her jade-like thighs.

“Oh, that’s so weird!” Yelena blushed and tried to break free from Skadi’s clutches, but the other party could only let go regretfully.

Skadi rubbed her cheek with the hand that had just touched Yelena’s thigh. It felt cold. “Anyway, this is a folk costume in Yan Country, called cheongsam. It’s not something that violates moral customs~”

She laughed, “Don’t worry, Amiya and I will wear this too… Many female operators in Rhodes Island like to wear this kind of special and ceremonial clothes during the Spring Festival.”

“In addition, if nothing unexpected happens this year, there will be an activity segment where Amiya will lead the team in dancing on the deck in a cheongsam. This is the design I am most proud of!”

Right?

Skadi found that Yelena had run away at some point.

The door of the office was open, and a female doctor with long emerald hair stood by the door with a blank expression on her face.

“Go on.” Kal’tsit said meaningfully.

“What?” Skadi played dumb.

“Starting with Amiya, describe your ideas and plans to me in detail.”

“Her Majesty, spare my life.”

197. Pray for me

2:13PM, weather/sunny.

In the territory of Grand Knight Casimir, in the east of Kavaleriaki, there are endless wheat fields. Employees of the Landon Abbey Agricultural and Trade Technology Co., Ltd. drive sprinkler trucks and release huge jets of water at the winter wheat on the ground.

The tender ears of wheat swayed as the water washed over them.

The warm sunshine illuminates a peaceful and beautiful scene. Suddenly, a spring breeze blows in, bringing coolness and gentleness that makes people feel comfortable.

The blonde girl from Liberi walked along the gravel path wearing a straw hat, her white dress fluttering in the breeze. She stroked her long hair that was tousled by the morning breeze, her red and blue eyes glowing with joy.

“This is a rare growth. If it continues like this, there will surely be a good harvest,” Xidejia thought and prayed devoutly.

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

The harvest of our fields is given to us this season.

Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours forever.

Amen.

She loosened her clasped hands, opened her eyes, and saw the mess on the ground.

Eh? !

Xidejia was stunned. The dark shadow that covered the sky and the earth covered the wheat field. The strong wind blew the soil into pieces. The wheat that was growing well fell crookedly, revealing its messy roots.

Her prayer…was it too soft, and the great Lord didn’t hear it clearly.

Hildegard wondered if the Lateran religion’s beliefs were deaf.

No, no, no, Kami is omniscient and omnipotent, he must be testing me!