People in Terra, governing a weird little country

This is also the reason why, when watching the match between Whip Knight and Peace Knight in the Rose Arena, facing the "injury for injury" battle strategy proposed by Jeston, Zhongyue chose to smile slightly and remain silent.

Because with him, you don't even get the chance to exchange injuries for others.

You can attack as much as you want. If you can't see through it in advance, I will lose. I know you want to do this, so I have been waiting for you for a long time!

For Jeston, this fight was very frustrating!

They had the blessing of the great god Yelagund, and had such a cool start, but now they were being beaten and couldn't even fight back. How could this be possible? Wouldn't this bring shame to the great god Yelagund and Prime Minister Ernst?

No, he, Frostblade Jeston, must fight back!

Gritting his teeth, Jeston decided to start his second stage ahead of schedule!

He instantly removed the tortoise shell defense around him, blocked a sweeping kick from Zhongyue with his arm, and took a straight punch from Zhongyue with the iron armor on his chest. Enduring the fishy sweetness rising in his throat, he smiled at Zhongyue, who had already noticed something and began to distance himself.

"Sequence time!"

The low hum was drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, and along with it, the body of Jeston disappeared from Zhongyue's sight.

"Disappeared?"

Zhongyue subconsciously looked in other directions, but before he could even react, Jeston was already in front of him!

This speed is wrong!

Zhongyue sensed a sense of disharmony almost immediately, but the crisis before him did not allow him to calm down and think. He quickly raised his hand, used offense as defense, and hit Jeston's chin with a rising dragon.

But at this moment, that sense of incongruity appeared again.

Right in front of him, Jeston's figure disappeared again like a ghost, and the rising dragon punch he had already thrown naturally missed. Almost at the same time, Jeston appeared beside him, and the iron element in his hand turned into a pitch-black blade, slashing towards Zhongyue's side.

"!"

Zhongyue's pupils shrank, his heart tightened, and he instantly chose to lie on his side, supporting himself with his hands, and avoided Jeston's knife by a hair's breadth. Then he kicked at Jeston with his legs, hitting Jeston's arm that was in a blocking stance, and instantly knocked him back several meters away.

After doing all this, Zhongyue jumped up from the ground, brushed the dust off the corners of his clothes, and looked at Jeston with his brows tightly furrowed.

"The speed is so weird."

He finally had time to think about the strange feeling of disharmony.

If the normal means of charge is to use the legs to rush towards the enemy at an extremely fast speed, although it is very fast, if you watch it frame by frame in slow motion, you can still find the trajectory of his charge. Then Jeston's charge is like pulling the gun frame by frame!

There is no process, only beginning and end.

Only in this way can you avoid his eyes and catch him off guard!

This was also the reason why Zhongyue felt uncomfortable. But if Jeston's charge had a detectable trajectory, he should be able to react. His body's warning would allow him to predict the landing point on the charge trajectory and defend himself in the first place. But Jeston had no trajectory, so it was naturally difficult for him to predict.

But how can a person's advance have no track? This is not in line with common sense.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal, Chongyue immediately made a judgment.

There are two situations. One is that Jeston can teleport and teleport himself over a short distance, thus achieving a trackless advance, because it is essentially a "flash"!

The second possibility is that Jeston's charge has a trajectory, but for some reason, it is difficult for him to detect that trajectory.

This is really unheard of. How much else has Jason hidden?

Zhong Yue frowned and considered for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Jeston, who was panting and seemed to be consuming a lot of energy. He suddenly said:

"Is it [time]?"

Jeston's expression froze for a moment, and then he finally revealed an expression of admiration from the bottom of his heart:

"As expected of a martial arts master from Yan Country, you can see through it so easily. It seems my disguise is indeed not good enough."

Zhongyue nodded in satisfaction.

Did he see it?

No, at least not completely sure.

Zhongyue couldn't tell whether Jeston's trackless advance depended on space or time. But he was sure that Jeston could only do this with these two spells when his reason and perception were not affected.

So, I just cheated.

Judging from the results, all is fair in war, and the deception worked out.

Time magic, this is really amazing. There is no such magic on Terra, right? This ability is more like the impression of a giant beast that masters the rules in Zhongyue's mind.

Mr. Jeston, you hid it very well.

At the same time, Kjerag was on top of an unknown mountain.

[Time] Already awake.

Realizing that his power was being called upon, he opened his eyes rarely, intending to see who his subordinate Ernst was fighting against and why he needed his help.

Although Yelagund cannot be considered powerful among these giant beasts, a giant beast is still a giant beast. Even the weakest giant beast is not something that ordinary mortals can touch.

Even with Yelagund's buff, Ernst's subordinates still couldn't defeat him? [Chronology] I'm a little interested. Is the opponent too strong, or is Jeston too weak?

So, He followed his own strength and cast a glimpse of the beast.

"Hiss—this feels so familiar?"

Looking at Zhongyue standing opposite Zeston, [Time] was a little confused.

He could confirm that he had never seen a life like this one before him, but the familiar feeling coming from the other party reminded him all the time that he must have known this person in his previous life! And judging from the majestic aura revealed by the other party, he seemed to be a giant beast?

I just don’t know why, it seems also very incomplete?

Could it be that someone killed him and the gold coins exploded? That's not right. The opponent's aura is obviously a fragment of the original body, not an ordinary person like Mostima or Ursula who holds a divine weapon. There are only a few behemoths that can still become incomplete behemoths after being blown into pieces. [Sammy] is fine, who else could it be? I haven't heard of anyone blowing up.

[Timeline] I was thinking and thinking, but before I could come up with a clue, I suddenly heard the other side speak:

"Is it [time]?"

At that moment, [Chronology] suddenly felt the dial get cold, the battery go numb, and even the hands start to tremble.

Oh my god, box!

Wait, calm down, [Time], maybe it's because a mortal like Jeston doesn't know how to use your power secretly, which led to it being exposed too quickly. After all, not everyone has the same affinity with you as Mostima, and can control this power freely.

Well, that should be the case!

[Timeline] Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the next second, I heard Jeston also speak:

"As expected of the martial arts master of Yan Country..."

In the second half of the sentence, [Time Sequence] can no longer be heard.

Because his dusty memory was suddenly awakened at this moment.

The martial arts master of Yan Country? Yan Country? A giant beast with a similar aura to mine, very familiar but so old that I can't remember it. Moreover, it is very strong, and it can still turn into a small giant beast after being blown up...

[Time]'s thoughts suddenly stopped. The next second, a cry of surprise resounded through the nameless peaks of Kjerag, as if a thunderclap had occurred in broad daylight!

"Fuck, I'm old!"

Chapter 408: Sammy: It’s time to go, years old!

"Yes."

Tianma Arena, in the audience seats.

The middle-aged man from Elafia with twin horns on his head stared at Zhong Yue on the field, exhaled a breath of cold air, and there seemed to be some fluctuation in his calm eyes.

Compared with the attire of the surrounding Casimir people, his thick fur leather coat naturally seemed a bit out of place in the entire audience. Many Casimir people had already cast their eyes at him, but they did not dare to approach him easily because of his excessive majesty and coldness.

Only the blue-haired man sitting next to him seemed to be quite interested in this "foreigner" who could be identified at a glance. After hearing his vague sigh, he took the initiative to speak:

"Brother, what is years old?"

The Elafia man turned his head slightly and glanced at the blue-haired man who was winking at him, as if he was looking at something, but soon he turned his head back in disappointment.

This made the blue-haired Kuranta a little overwhelmed.

"This old man, you look unfamiliar. Are you a foreigner? Where are you from? Ursus?"

"Don't ignore me. As the saying goes, meeting is fate. We are so lucky to sit together. How can our fate be shallow? Let me introduce myself. My name is Roy. I'm a local and a veteran knight competition enthusiast!"

Roy laughed and boasted in a somewhat meaningful tone:

"Don't disbelieve me. I have seen all those famous knights! The Blood Knight, the Black Knight, the Candle Knight, I can see them as long as I want to. Aren't you interested?"

"Let's talk about it in advance. I'll charge you for it~"

Roy grinned, pretending to show a greedy smile.

This trick works almost every time he tries it.

After all, which foreigner who came to Casimir didn't come for the knight competition? As long as they came for the knight competition, who wouldn't want to meet the big stars in the knight competition?

Those who love beauty like Candle Knight, those who admire strength like Black Knight, and even for the infected, there are Blood Knights who can pay for them. Although people are divided into different classes, money is equal in front of capital.

Besides, Roy did not lie. As long as he wanted to see the Blood Knight, the Black Knight, the Candle Knight, and the other knights, he could certainly see them.

Rather, it was that they didn't want to see Roy.

Because the Helmetless Alliance is a group of knight killers.

Roy was very confident in what he said. In the past, even the most vigilant people would have been tempted after he said this.

For foreigners, it would take too much time and money to meet those famous knights through normal channels. Only "scalpers" like them can give them a little hope, right?

But what Roy didn't expect was that this time, after he finished speaking confidently, what greeted him was not the excited or conflicted expressions of the Elafia men, but a pair of cold eyes.

"You want to lie to me?"

The man spoke calmly, showing neither doubt nor anger, but rather a hint of surprise.

The people of Casimir are really open-minded.

He thought so, and then finally gave his name:

"You can call me, Sammy."

"Sammy?" Roy was stunned.

Although he seldom travels abroad, he knows something about Terra. Sami, should it be the name of a country?

I remember it was to the west of Ursus. I heard that place was very backward. Colombians have been developing Sami in recent years and built a small resort in Chapat, which has given this country a little presence in the land of Terra.

However, compared to Kjerag, which is also a small country but has caused a lot of trouble, it is far behind.

Roy shook his head in his heart. It seemed that the strange man in front of him didn't seem like a "fat sheep" that he could make a fortune from.

Forget it, let's just chat. This guy seems quite interesting.

"Are you Sami?" Roy asked.

Sammy nodded slightly, then shook his head.

What does it mean?

Roy was a little confused. Could it be that Sami used to be Sami, but now he has immigrated and is no longer a Sami?

Sammy had no intention of answering it, because the concept was actually quite complicated and might sound a little horrifying when spoken out.

To put it roughly, "Sammy" belongs to Him.

To be more precise, the entire country called "Sami", along with its flowers, trees, ice and snow mountains, are just parts of His body lying on the ground, resting and recuperating. Sami is Him, but He is not completely Sami.

Kelsey described him in the Rhode Island edition of a Victorian scholar's "Land Patrol" that has not yet been published: The premise of discussing Sami's geography is to recognize the essence of Sami - this is the place where a giant beast that survived the ancient war lies. The body of this giant beast is so large that it may be a unique case in Terra today. It can even be said that a considerable part of everything that people discuss today that happened in Sami happened on the scarred back of this creature.

Therefore, the huge body of this giant beast, which is difficult to describe in words, certainly cannot come to this foreign land.

The form He showed before people today was just an incarnation, a human form that He had created based on the model of His beloved Snow Priest Ektielnir and at the suggestion of Ammatalu.

This was the first time in tens of millions of years that he had left the Sami land in this way and come to other places on this earth to take a look around. He was not good at communicating with others only because he lacked relevant experience and knowledge. He himself could be described as kind.

Otherwise, Roy would have turned into an ice sculpture the moment he revealed his slight malicious intent.

Instead of being as lively and active as he is now, Sammy just thinks he is very interesting.

"If you are not interested in knightly competitions, why are you here?"

Roy asked again.

Upon hearing this, Sammy looked towards the audience seats on the other side.

That spectator stand was a little special, with not many people sitting in it, and it wasn't even full. Given the enthusiasm of the Casimir people for knightly competitions, this was something that would never happen in such a large-scale competition.

The knights surrounding the seats indirectly reflected the identities of the people in that area.