People in Terra, governing a weird little country

As long as he followed Lord Ernst, there would be many more days of fame like this in the future! Jesdu didn't mind giving up this one.

He will go all out to test his current strength, and then he will never embarrass Lord Ernst, and he will lose seriously in a manner that no one can see the clues!

"I understand, Lord Ernst, just trust in my strength!"

Ernst also nodded.

Well, that's right.

Is there a possibility that I really believe in your ability, so I dare to let you go all out?

Mainna is different from Zhongyue. Zhongyue did not use any weapons throughout the whole process, so it was a bit difficult for him to deal with Zeston's barbed iron tortoise shell defense, and he had to use special techniques.

But Mainna is different. Jeston’s tortoise shell is very thick, but Mainna’s sword is not at all disadvantageous!

Trust uncle, super big cup!

"Now, let us invite the contestants to make their grand entrance!"

The commentator's voice came into the lounge. Jeston and Ernst looked at each other and nodded heavily.

"It's coming!"

Anyone who invades Kjerag's territory will be defeated by Je!

........

At the same time, in the Knights' city, the streets were deserted because of the national live broadcast of the finals.

The infected people who have never had the opportunity to step into the city center wrap their bodies tightly, not revealing any physical features that would leave a special impression on others.

Although their posture at this moment is eye-catching enough in itself.

The words used to describe the Grand Knight Territory during the Four Cities Union period are complex enough, with bright lights, wine and women, and a life of decadence and extravagance. But in the final analysis, it can be described in two words - [extravagance].

An extravagance that is incompatible with the infected, an extravagance that has nothing to do with the infected, and an extravagance built on the corpses of the infected.

As miserable as life was in Plot Zero, the infected people who now walk onto the streets of the main urban area are deeply shocked and furious.

“I really came here at the right time!”

"Is that a bar? I heard from my wife that she used to be a waitress in a bar. Later, someone failed to confess his love to her, and that damn guy scratched her with a fragment of Originium! I know you don't want to hear about my wife, but she has been dead for two years. I really want to go in and take a look. This is where she used to live and work. She hasn't had a good day since she met me..."

"What's the point of going in? Your wife won't come back alive! Tsk, boss, if you ask me, since our mission is to create chaos, why don't we set this place on fire as well? It looks disgusting!"

The leader, the infected person known as the boss, turned his head slightly. As soon as his cold gaze met the infected person who was speaking, the person couldn't help but shudder and said quickly:

"Sorry, I was just joking."

The leading infected person then turned around and whispered:

"Stop looking around. We're already conspicuous enough."

In order to ensure that this action will only be explained as an "accident" in the future, the "reporters" will not provide them with any means of transportation. They are now parading around like this. If it weren't for the special circumstances today, not many people would be willing to pay attention to these weirdos dressed in non-mainstream styles. Most of the police have also been transferred to the Tianma Arena to maintain law and order, and they would have been stopped and questioned long ago.

He was not interested in bars or anything like that. Compared to those, he cared more about the large arena in the distance whose lights almost lit up the sky.

The final of the knight competition was held there.

No one born in Casimir does not yearn for knights. The culture of knights is rooted in their blood and souls. Even as an infected person, he is also curious and fascinated by the knight duel.

It must be an extremely holy place. The noble knights uphold their beliefs and fight for their respective masters and their respective ideals. During the clash of swords, they will surely convey each other's thoughts, right?

He didn't know if this was true, but that's what was written in knight novels anyway.

Unfortunately, that has nothing to do with these infected people.

He retracted his gaze and gave the order coldly:

"The inspection passage leading to the power reactor switch of the core city is not far ahead. According to the mission requirements, extinguishing it will be considered as completing our mission. Then, we will evacuate separately and take the money back. You can go wherever you want at that time. No one will care about you! Now-"

He fixed his eyes on the guard at the entrance of the maintenance passage in the distance, who was watching the live broadcast of the game with a terminal.

"It's coming!"

Chapter 447: The Great Knight Leads the Four Cities to a Meltdown!

Casimir, Grand Knight Leader Kavaleriaki, Pegasus Arena.

Feeling the vibration coming from the steel shield, a drop of cold sweat dripped from Jeston's forehead while he was hiding in the shadows.

Although he boasted in the locker room that "whoever invades Kjerag's territory will be defeated by J", when he really got on the court, he suddenly realized: this is not Kjerag, but Casimir.

It was Jeston who actually committed the crime against Casimir's territory.

The opponent, Mainna, was really ruthless, and every strike was aimed at "giving Jeston a hard blow". Not only that, he was so steady as if he had lost something, and he hardly left any loopholes for Jeston.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

Jeston asked himself, after experiencing the blessing of the great god Yelagund, his understanding of his Originium skills has reached a higher level, but the reality is so unreasonable, in terms of technology, he is no match for Mainna; in terms of brute force, he is no match for Mainna; even in terms of bloodline power, Jeston is just an ordinary Liberi, while Mainna on the opposite side has Pegasus bloodline, the bloodline of the gods!

Even though the power of the gods' people now seems far less than in the past, that is only a vertical comparison among themselves. The real horizontal comparison among the Terra race is that the Pegasus bloodline, whose "even the blood shines with golden light", is still strong!

There is no need to explain the bonus. At least, the person that Jeston dared not to provoke the most in Kjerag, besides Lord Ernst, was Miss Quetzalcoatl, who was also from Columbia and served under Ernst.

No matter how thick his turtle shell is, a tornado from Holhaya can send him to the sky.

He didn't learn from Saria that miraculous skill of falling from a high altitude and landing on the ground without getting hurt!

As both are of the bloodline of the gods, it is hard to confirm which bloodline is older, Mainna or Holhaiya. But at least, judging from the feeling of being chopped by swords one by one, Jeston has to admit that Mainna is stronger now!

"Why, Mr. Jeston, you don't need your transformation?"

After swinging the sword again and completely destroying the last piece of Jeston's steel shield, Mainna let out a long breath, temporarily stopped chopping, stuck the sword into the ground, and said calmly.

Jeston smiled.

It sounds like I can use it.

Lord Yelagund has principles. He will interfere with elders of the same clan like Chongyue, but he has no interest in intervening in the fights of younger generations.

Well...if it was Ernst who played in the game, he might not care so much about principles, but for Jeston, there is no need.

If the opponent didn't use the ability to transcend the rules, then there was no need for our brother...sister to take action. As for forgetting to turn off the power, it didn't make sense.

The inability to transform is an objective limitation, and Jeston himself does not expect Yelagund to lend him power all the time.

He had to demonstrate his own worth to be worthy of the gift given by Lord Ernst.

If we rely on Yelagund, what's the point of him? Are the three of us really that good? Can't we play the game without him?

So, he stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, clenched his hands, and the five-fold steel shield condensed around him again, and looked at Maenna:

"No need to say anything more."

"Mr. Maenner, Kjerag doesn't accept useless people. You want to prove your strength to Lord Ernst, and so do I."

"You know, the position I applied for to Lord Ernst was the captain of the personal guard, or personal secretary."

Jeston grinned at himself.

"Lord Ernst rejected me. I was confused at the time."

"Later, Ms. Holhaiya taught me what qualities a secretary should have, and now the International Games has taught me what humility is."

"There are too many strong people in this land. I can get to where I am now, apart from the help of Lord Ernst, the rest is more or less luck. So... I have given you enough time, Mr. Maenna."

"Have you sharpened your knife?"

Maena's expression was slightly stunned.

His intention to sharpen his knife was not hidden. After the match with Dario, he was indeed seriously injured. Even if there were professional medical doctors to take care of these injuries around the clock, they could not be cured in such a short offseason.

The impact of the injury on him is directly reflected in his endurance.

He could still quickly launch short-axis bursts, but he was temporarily unable to do a situation like when he fought against the Black Knight and Dario, where after a warm-up, he could launch a barrage of strikes.

To put it simply, he changed from "heavy rain" to "rain showers".

Therefore, after forcibly breaking through Jeston's defense, Mainna had to take a short rest to recover his strength and regroup.

He thought that Jeston would answer his questions and even chat with him, but he didn't notice his intention. In other words, he was going to transform into the second stage, so it didn't matter whether he accumulated power or not.

But from what Jeston said, it seemed that he had noticed it. He did not transform, but he did not interrupt himself and take the opportunity to attack himself. Instead, he quietly waited for himself to "sharpen the knife".

What does he want to do?

Maina frowned, somewhat unable to guess what Jeston was thinking.

He must, absolutely, absolutely could not have imagined that the reason why Jeston didn't attack was that he had no strength left!

Mauna is resting, so is he.

The five-layer shield he formed around him looked intimidating, but in fact it was hollow inside, just an iron shell. He was still chatting seriously with Maenna while quietly pouring iron into the "mold".

Seriously, if Mainna had been a little more aggressive, without resting, and tried to strike one more time, Jeston would have had no choice but to use his body to withstand the blow.

Fortunately, Mainna gave Jeston enough respect, and Jeston also got a short rest.

And now, just as Jeston said, Mainna's knife is sharpened.

No matter what his purpose is, after this fight, he and Jeston can be considered colleagues, they are both workers, so why should they calculate so much?

Just cut it first!

"It's raining!"

Maenna raised his sword and silently uttered the words that sounded like a spell. The familiar light spots that he had seen during the battle with the Black Knight emerged from the ground and flew towards the sky like a rainstorm. The light of the surrounding spotlights seemed to be attracted and became plain and dim.

The famous leader of the Wuzhe League, Xuantie, once commented that Margaret's light is like the rising sun in the morning, Snitz's light is like the scorching sun at noon in midsummer, and Mainna's light is restrained and subtle, like the pattering raindrops. It seems harmless, but its essence is closely related to the name "Linguang".

The scorching sun and the hot sun can shine on people, and the raindrops can also wet everyone they touch!

Jeston took a deep breath and raised his hands as well. Five layers of shields overlapped and blocked in front of him.

He was on the defensive the whole time and had no chance to fight back.

But as a chess piece of Lord Ernst, he doesn't need to attack. His duty is to help Lord Ernst defend from all angles!

Do you know what Kjerag's "iron wall" is in the physical sense?

"all in!"

"Look, contestant Mainna is swinging down the long sword in his hand, the sword light is like rain, can contestant Jeston hold on? Can he hold on? Five-layer shield, come out! The final confrontation will definitely make the world pale in comparison—"

The voice of commentary stopped abruptly.

However, the last sound from his microphone still echoed throughout the Pegasus Arena.

Heaven and earth faded.

As if to echo this exaggerated description, the entire venue fell into darkness and silence in an instant.

...........

"We succeeded."

Pulling out the blood-stained walkie-talkie, the infected person wiped the blood that was dripping from his head and almost blurring his eyes, and reported to the opposite channel.

It has really not been easy along the way.

The Four Cities Alliance is a regular feature of the Grand Knights during the Knights Competition Specials. It has a long history and is of course not the only ones who have had evil thoughts about the core of the power reactor energy switch.

The security measures here have been upgraded countless times. Although the security guards are not the elite among the elite like the Silver Spear Pegasus, they are definitely not something that ordinary competitive knights can mess with.

Coupled with the intricate roads and strict identity authentication, it is indeed a long journey to reach the power reactor switch.

Unfortunately, the original mobile city designer who designed the Grand Knight Cavaleriaki, as well as the countless engineers who came after him to add protection for the power reactor, all overlooked one thing.

The strongest fortress is often breached from within.

The "reporter" did not need to spend time to unravel those troublesome certifications, because strictly speaking, the switch of this power reactor was located in the basement of the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

It is ironic that this thing that controls the lifeblood of a city is not under the nose of the Supervisory Council, the legitimate government of Casimir, but is located underground in the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

This shows that the power of the Supervisory Committee has fallen into the wrong hands, and this is also the reason for their anxiety.

In fact, in a sense, this decision is not entirely bad. After all, the Business Federation is probably the organization that Casimir least wants the Grand Knight to lead. This is their foundation. 80% of the business headquarters of the entire Business Federation are located here. If there is a problem here, the loss to them will undoubtedly be devastating. From the perspective of organizational interests, they may protect the switch better than the Supervisory Committee.

But I can’t help but feel that there is a traitor in my family.

As a director of the Business Federation, and a director of one of the major factions, it was not difficult for the "reporter" to add a backdoor. The engineer was paid by him, so he was naturally loyal to him. He would never have thought that his boss would use this backdoor to release a group of "living Originium bombs".

Control the infected through the radio to avoid the guards who were attracted by the International Games, use the backdoor permissions to directly open the encrypted protective doors, forcibly kill the security personnel who are inevitably avoided, and finally enter here, turn off the switch, and plunge the entire city into darkness and silence.

Without the control of the core city, the connection point connecting the four cities will no longer be able to remain stable, and the plots of land close to the connection point will face the risk of decoupling or even tearing apart. If the power outage lasts longer, the entire Great Knight Territory will disintegrate on the spot!