Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

Drake is not Sakota, and cannot share each other's joys and sorrows; and he, who has always been willful and reckless, really cannot say any effective words of comfort, so the only thing he can do is this stupid way.

"If you feel pain about the fate that has been inflicted on you, if you are really angry about what the Ursus people have done... then you point your sword at me... towards the person who is supposed to teach you how to reverse death. How to save Alina... I am so admired by you but have done nothing, and I have an empty reputation, so I question——"

"——Why, you weren't with me at that time! Ozwald!!"

She roared and smashed the heavy sword in her hand at the man in front of her.

"Always... I have always been yearning for your story... I regard you who can bring hope to everyone as my goal... my... hero... but why?!

Aren’t you [able to do everything]? !Aren't you the leader of our Drak clan? !Then why were you not there when I needed you most? ? ! ?If you were here at that time... If you were here... Alina... How could Alina die! ! "

"What the Red Dragon Lord...what the leader of the northern guerrillas...you came to me when I had already lost my family, friends, ideals...I had nothing, what's the point of it?!" !”

He asked as if his soul would be torn apart.

At this moment, Tallulah forgot about any skills, and just used her primitive impulse to swing the blade at Ozwald Artoris in front of her again and again, as heavy as a mountain.And the latter endured it without dodging.

Ozwald just listened to Tallulah's roar, taking every blow she threw and allowing her to pour it into herself, thus savoring the taste of the Source Stone skills that reflected the master's spiritual essence. .

Regardless of whether the parry is successful or not, the moment he comes into contact with Tallulah's big sword, Ozwald can accept her intense anger, hatred, unwillingness, pain, despair, sadness...

Everything she owns is here, in this heavy sword that fell randomly - the source of that weight comes from here.

In addition to the heavy blade, the flames also surged along with the turbulent waves in the heart of its owner, igniting the wilderness, the earth, and even the world itself.

"That's right, that's it, Tallulah Atrias...you don't need to worry about anything...you don't need to hide it...and there's no reason to bury it deep alone..."

"It doesn't matter if there is no one who can listen... As long as you swing the sword... Vent, release... If this makes you feel a little more relaxed, just continue... Continue until everything is over Until the end..."

"I'll take it all, that's what I can do for you."

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Or it could be a thousand, or it could be ten thousand.

I no longer remember how many times I swung the weapon in my hand, let alone how much time had passed. The blood-stained sword finally fell from Tallulah's hand again, on the charred and desolate ground. superior.

Also fallen was the man holding the sword.

"Do you feel more relaxed now?"

After wiping away the blood that fell from his head and blurred his vision with the back of his hand, Ozwald asked the dragon girl in his red-stained vision.

Facing his words, Tallulah just lowered her head and answered in a low voice like a child who had done something wrong.

"...I'm sorry, Ozwald, I'm sorry..."

"It's nothing, this is my choice; if anyone is wrong - it is still the same sentence, [I was wrong because I couldn't comfort you]. After all, if I had been by your side earlier, many things would have been different. It’s going to get better, that’s true.”

Ozwald sat down next to Tallulah.And just when he raised his hand to help Tallulah smooth out her messy hair out of habit, he saw the blood on his hand, so he gave up immediately.

But before the red dragon could put down his hand, Ozwald saw Tallulah hugging him and burying her face in his chest.

Her body was trembling slightly; although Tallulah's expression could not be seen, she could sense her... well, uneasiness.

So after thinking about it, Ozwald hugged her and whispered.

"Listen to me, Tallulah. This world is a bastard; it always takes away important things from everyone. This is very sad, but there is no way around it. Because of this, there is no reason to obey it. ...If you hate it, say it out. If you hate it, scold it. If you are angry, raise your sword and question it like before... No matter what, there is no need to endure it alone and hold everything in your heart——

——You, it’s okay even if you cry.After all, we are the same family, right? "

The comforting words, together with the heat that warmed the body, slowly flowed into the girl's somewhat cold body, pulling the shaky, almost dead heart from the pain of despair and injecting new energy into it. vitality.

It was at this moment...the already unbalanced emotions surged out like a bursting tide. She lost her family, friends, and ideals...the girl who had almost everything taken away by fate hugged the girl in front of her tightly. Of the same race, big tears welled up from her eyes; in the gradually intensifying sobs, they slid down her cheeks and fell on Oswald's chest, soon wetting a large area of ​​his clothes, but he didn't know what to do about it. He only cares about holding the girl in front of him and gently patting her back that was undulating and shaking violently due to crying.

Ozwald gently repeated the soothing whisper, and bright but not hot flames slowly burned down from his horns, covering Tallulah's sadness like wings or clothes, spreading his own temperature. To this girl who has nothing.

However, when the crying in his arms gradually subsided and turned into intermittent sobbing... and finally calmed down, Oswald thought for a moment that Tallulah had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and her grasping... The hands on Red Dragon's chest moved again... tightly and forcefully, as if they were afraid that he would disappear; with a coughing cry, he whispered: "Don't... don't die. ..Oswald...promise me...please...don't...I can no longer just have—"

Perhaps it was the extreme fear that prevented her from actually speaking the last words; but when Ozwald heard her voice and subconsciously looked down, he could clearly see these dim gray pupils surrounded by bloodshot eyes. A desperate plea.

"Ah, don't worry, I won't die..." He turned around, held her hand, sat down beside the bed, and said warmly: "Don't worry, whether it's a god or a demon, these are all things I have already done. The hurdles I have crossed cannot take away my life.

Maybe I can't complete the future in your hearts, but I can only guarantee you the tenacity and possibility of life - I will not die, Tallulah.I'm here for you and you'll see me when you want to see me...until you don't need me anymore. "

Perhaps she gained a bit of stability from the other party's protection, and coupled with her mental and physical exhaustion, Tallulah, who was extremely exhausted, finally curled up and fell asleep... taking off all her defenses, exposing all her weakness and vulnerability. The one who came out fell asleep like a child, shivering from time to time.

However, even as his consciousness sank into the deep ocean, the hands holding on to Oswald's clothes still did not dare to relax in the slightest - as if they were afraid that everything that happened now was just a dream. After she wakes up, she will lose this warm embrace and return to the hell where she alone faces a cruel fate.

Ozwald didn't say or do anything about it.

He just sat there, wrapping his wings and hands around the girl wrapped in fear and despair, letting her, abandoned by the world and about to drown, hold on to his last and only life-saving straw.

The king of Drac just stared at the dark night sky in the distance without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking. Only the flames burned on his body and gradually spread down.

Burn away the wind and snow, burn away the darkness...

Like the only sun in the night.

ps: Damn it, when I was taking a nap in the afternoon, I dreamed that I was stomping away with the hateful Sakaz demon clan; I fought with the blood demon king and held him down, but the despicable king of scavengers But he sneaked up on me from behind, and what’s even more despicable is that he has no physical body. If he hits me, he will turn into something like mold and poison me. The only effective way is to use the Origin Stone technique, and just use Drak’s magic to manipulate life phenomena in reverse. He will be in great pain if he is separated from his old life... I have to admit that these two people are very despicable.

However, judging from Theresia's relaxed afternoon tea with Teacher Date outside the battlefield, and her argument with Teacher Date earlier, it seems that the timeline is before the Kazdaele Crusade 200 years ago... I feel like this can be regarded as a book. The origin of Zward and Kelsey's acquaintance ()

ps2: There are still nearly three days to unblock the ball, hurry, hurry, hurry.

The Legend of King Arthur of True Terra - The Last Day of Qi Castle: 96 Sunrise in the Snowfield---Nightmare of Massacre

As a fighter, she faced a sad farewell. .

But this is only the beginning.

She would see that the land she had devoted everything to fight for and make better did not need the warriors she fought for.

She would see that all the pain and sorrow she had knocked out her teeth and swallowed blood in order to let go of all the thoughts and actions of hatred had come to naught.

She will understand that even if she firmly believes in the bottom line and dignity of the human heart, they will only spurn everything they respect; life, dignity and ideas are meaningless.

From then on, her (its) destiny will come to an end (prologue)

[Let me walk this last bit of the road with you...is that okay? ]

[how?Feeling lonely?Obviously I will come over soon and reach "you", right? ]

[No... I just... ugh... okay, indeed, you are right, I am indeed scared...]

[Haha, I have become unexpectedly clingy; but it doesn’t matter, after all, I do feel a little tired now, so, this kind lady, can you help me go? ]

[Um...]

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This is a very small village, so small that no infected pickets have come here for three years, and there is no profit or water to be extracted.

Just like the village where Tallulah's grandparents once took in her.

However, there are no "grandparents" in this village, and there will be no "Alina"

What this village has is a microcosm of what truly belongs to the Ursus Empire and the land of Terra, or it can be said to be the cruel reality.

——The wheat straw residues and warm grass husks that can be seen everywhere after winter seem to have disappeared and cannot be found anywhere.

There is nothing left in the garbage dump except everyday garbage.

The granary whose ground was dug into pits was filled with extremely high-density sedimentary Origin Stone fragments, but they did not come from machines that processed exhausted Source Stone... In fact, they should not have been placed here in the first place. Where food may be contaminated.

But the most conspicuous and silent thing...are the marks on the granary door and walls.

...the scratches left by a person who suffered from hunger, thirst and deception, and the most desperate struggle before death...just like the accumulation of Originium on the ground, it is the last proof that life remains in the world.

"They keep infected people here."

Looking at the villagers kneeling in front of them, it was as if they could not hear their frightened begging and shouting for mercy; Tallulah spoke to Ozwald in a voice as cold as stagnant water.

If the village had simply driven away the infected and not allowed them to enter their homes, then this would have been a common occurrence dozens or hundreds of times.

Even if they directly attack the infected and kill them... it is not worth saying a word, because this is nothing more than an ordinary scene among the thousands of tragedies that are staged on Terra every day.

Even if they hypocritically made some deals with the snakes, she could understand that after the infected people left, they reported the information to the pickets in exchange for a small bounty to improve their similarly difficult lives... From the perspective of putting themselves in their shoes Understand the difficulties of those at the bottom, and then eliminate those who are the real oppressors.

"But these people deceived them, gave them false hope, let them stay in an empty warehouse, locked the door, and starved them to death." The future tyrant bit Ya and said.

"Even if the infected are so hungry that they can't even use spells... they come here begging. They have no plan or intention to attack, no strength to resist... they are just like dogs, abandoning their dignity and begging for a handout."

"——But these dirty, dirty, and despicable villagers sealed the warehouse until the Source Stone crystals inside stabilized with the cry of life, and disposed of the corpses of the infected and various dried Source Stones together... ..."

Because he is infected?

wrong.

This is just like the villagers using the excuse that they are also living a miserable life to wrap up their crimes. They are all excuses!

The real reason that prompted them to do this was just because the people in the village saw that the infected people who came with tractors to exchange supplies were so hungry... and saw that they were unarmed.

Just do it because it's... convenient.

You have been like this from the beginning and have become accustomed to it.

Even if the people who come here are not infected but ordinary people, this village will do the same thing.

"I hate these vile people."

Apparently the nobles who owned several nearby settlements had been killed in the great rebellion, and the situation was in chaos. These people's villages had not been managed for many years.Under such circumstances, these untouchables...naturally...killed people who had nothing to do with them.

And as long as there is even a little bit of goodwill in the dark and dirty hearts of these people... they can still let the infected people go in the end.

But the fact is that the entire village, whether old or young, male or female... all listen to the wailing of the infected and remain indifferent until they die - as long as there is still a little bit of goodwill, this group of people will not be like this vicious.

As long as such people still live on this land, there will never be peace in this land.

"I hate them, so I kill them all."

A smile appeared on Tallulah's face.

"I listened to their begging for mercy, cursing, and pleading...just like they listened to the infected...burning these guys to ashes."

"You have family, you have relatives, you have places you want to go? So what... Since they turned the infected people into ashes with no bones left, I will let them become ashes that don't even know where they are floating!"

The tyrant looked at the ants in front of him cruelly and happily. The dark fire of hatred was like a beast that had been opened from a cage. It roared excitedly and finally drank blood, and wrapped its tentacles around the body of the nearest villager.

Starting from the fingertips, burning bit by bit, until the carbonized flesh and nerves can no longer convey even a little pain signal... But it doesn't matter, after the hands and feet, the core torso and organs are not damaged. Under the circumstances, human life is far more tenacious than imagined.

It doesn’t matter if you faint when you can’t bear it, the pain that follows will wake you up;

Watching him whine and cry, foaming at the mouth; even his teeth were chewed with too much force, looking like he just wanted to die but ignored him.

No matter how many more these guys kill, it won't be enough;

No matter how many times I kill them, I will never feel like I should forgive them;

Ravage and burn... This is the incarnation of hatred and anger, the most satisfying and enjoyable pleasure for a tyrant.

Starting from these people, starting from this village...the flames will spread to the snowfield, Ursus, Longmen...eventually——

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The dark fire of hatred belonging to the tyrant was extinguished in the golden red flames of another dragon.

"Why? These guys don't deserve forgiveness..."

"——No matter where we are, people are the same."

Facing the unwilling look in the black dragon's eyes, Ozwald spoke in a rather casual and emotional voice, seemingly completely unrelated to her question.

“There are two types of people who have climbed up from the bottom of society. One type is well aware of the suffering at the bottom, and they try their best to take care of and sympathize with the weak people who were once like themselves, and even try to change the upper-level system, even at the cost of their lives.

But there is another type that doubles the abuse they have suffered on those who are lower than themselves, treating them viciously without showing a trace of mercy. This is the villain gaining power.

And I have always been the most reluctant to see a villain gain power. "

"Let me show you something interesting, honey."

Holding the black dragon's shoulders, Ozwald said with great interest.

Although she didn't understand, she looked at the man in front of her and nodded silently. After letting the man calm down her hatred, her tail slowly wrapped around Ozwald as a habit, waiting for his next move. .

What the red dragon does is not very complicated.

However, the members of the integration movement were summoned, told everything that happened here without adding any detail, and held a referendum on whether to destroy people in this village that would naturally not have any refutation.

But the problem is after that...

Faced with the public outrage that although some people abstained, there was actually no objection at all; Ozwald simply ordered that several crypts be dug and reinforced himself; while imprisoning the villagers in them, he also unexpectedly went to There were enough supplies for everyone to save for three days and one person for a month, and he said to these guys the blessing of "try to survive, everyone".