People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

As long as I follow Lord Ernst, there will be many more days of fame like this in the future! Jesto doesn't mind giving up this one.

He will go all out to test his current strength, and then, absolutely not wanting to make things difficult for Lord Ernst, he will lose seriously in a way that no one can see through!

"I understand, Lord Ernst. Trust in my abilities!"

Ernst nodded as well.

Well, that's right.

Is it possible that I have such strong faith in your abilities that I dared to let you go all out?

Unlike Chongyue, who doesn't use weapons at all, Manna struggles against Jeston's barbed iron shell defense and has to use special techniques.

But Marna is different. Jeston's tortoise shell is thick, but Marna's sword is not necessarily weak either!

Trust your uncle, it's a super big cup!

"Now, let's welcome our contestants to the stage!"

The commentary drifted into the lounge, and Jeston and Ernst exchanged a glance and nodded emphatically.

"It's coming!"

Those who invade Shelag's territory will be defeated by Je!

........

Meanwhile, in the Great Knight's territory, where the entire city was deserted due to the nationwide live broadcast of the finals.

The infected person, who had never had the chance to set foot in the city center, wrapped himself up completely, not revealing any physical features that would leave a special impression.

Although their current posture is already eye-catching enough.

The words used to describe the Great Knight Territory during the period of the Four Cities Alliance are already quite complex, but in the final analysis, it can be summed up in two words: [extravagance].

Extravagance that is incompatible with the infected, extravagance that has nothing to do with the infected, extravagance built on the bones of the infected.

The more miserable life was in Block Zero, the stronger the shock and the more intense the anger felt by the infected people now stepping onto the streets of the main urban area.

"This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

"Is that a bar? My wife told me she used to work there. Someone confessed to her and rejected her, and that damn guy slashed her with Originium shards! I know you don't want to hear about my wife, but she's been dead for two years. I really want to go in and see where she used to live and work. She hasn't had a single good day since she came with me..."

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

The infected leader, known as the boss, slightly turned his head. The moment his cold gaze met that of the infected who had spoken, the man couldn't help but shiver and quickly said:

"I'm...sorry, I was just joking."

The infected leader then turned around and whispered:

"Stop looking around. We're already attracting enough attention."

To ensure that this operation would only be explained as an "accident" in the future, the "reporters" would not provide them with any transportation. They were parading around like this, and if it weren't for the special circumstances today, few people would be willing to pay attention to these strange people with unconventional attire. Most of the police had also been transferred to the Pegasus Arena to maintain order, and they would have been stopped and questioned long ago.

He had absolutely no interest in bars or anything like that; he was much more interested in the grand arena in the distance, its lights almost illuminating the sky.

The final of the Knights' Tournament was held there.

No one born in Kazimierz is not drawn to knights. The culture of chivalry is ingrained in their blood and soul, and even as an infected person, he is still curious and fascinated by knightly duels.

That must be an incredibly sacred place. Noble knights, upholding their beliefs, fight for their respective lords and ideals. In the clash of swords, their thoughts must surely be conveyed to each other.

He didn't know if it was true or not, but that's how it's written in chivalric romance novels anyway.

Unfortunately, that's irrelevant to those of them who are infected.

He withdrew his gaze and coldly issued the order:

"The maintenance access road to the core city's power reactor switch is just ahead. According to mission requirements, shut it off, and that will complete our mission. Then, we'll split up and evacuate, taking the money back. You can go wherever you want; nobody will bother you! Now—"

His gaze sharpened as he looked towards the entrance to the maintenance passage in the distance, where a guard was watching the live broadcast of the game on a terminal.

"It's coming!"

Chapter 447 The Great Knight's Territory of Four Cities Melts Down!

Kazimir, Great Knight Commander Kavaleriagi, Pegasus Arena.

Feeling the tremors emanating from the steel shield, Jeston, hidden in the shadows, broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he boasted in the lounge, saying something like "Anyone who invades the territory of Shelag will be defeated by Je," he suddenly realized when he got to the field: This is not Shelag, but Kazimir.

It was Jeston who truly violated the territory of Kazimir.

Marner on the other side was truly ruthless; every strike was aimed at delivering a fatal blow to Jeston. Not only that, he was as composed as if he had lost something, leaving Jeston with almost no opening.

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

Jeston asked himself if his understanding of Originium Arts had reached a new level after receiving the blessing of the great god Yeragand. But reality is just so unreasonable. In terms of skill, he was no match for Manna; in terms of brute force, he was no match for Manna; and even in terms of bloodline power, Jeston was just an ordinary Liberi, while Manna on the other side had the Pegasus bloodline and the bloodline of a god!

Don't be fooled by the fact that the people of the gods may seem to be far weaker than before. That's just their own comparison with themselves. When it comes to a true comparison of the Terra races, the Pegasus bloodline, whose "blood even shines with a golden light," is still incredibly powerful!

The advantages are self-evident. At least, the people Jeston dared not provoke in Sherag, besides Lord Ernst, were Miss Quetzalcoatl, who was also from Columbia and served under Ernst.

No matter how thick his shell is, a tornado from Horhaiya can send him flying into the sky.

He didn't learn that miraculous skill of falling from a great height and landing in water unharmed from Saria's teachings!

As both are of divine lineage, it's hard to say whether Manna's or Holhaya's lineage is more ancient, but at least based on Jeston's experience of being slashed by sword, he has to admit that Manna is currently stronger!

"What, Mr. Jesston, aren't you going to use your transformation?"

After swinging his sword once more, completely destroying Jeston's last steel shield, Marna let out a long breath, temporarily stopped slashing, planted his sword in the ground, and said sternly.

Jeston smiled.

They're making it sound like I can use it.

The great god Yeragand has principles; He will interfere with elders of his own kind like Chongyue, but He has no interest in interfering in the battles of the younger generation.

Hmm... If Ernst were the one playing, he might not care so much about principles, but with Jeston, there's no need to.

Since the opposing team didn't use any abilities that transcended the rules, there's naturally no need for our own team's leader... leader to intervene. As for forgetting to turn it off, that's illogical.

The inability to transform is an objective limitation, and Jeston himself does not expect Jeragand to continue to lend him power.

He must demonstrate his worth in order to be worthy of the favor bestowed upon him by Lord Ernst.

If we rely entirely on Yeragand, what's the point of having him? Are the three of us really that amazing? We can't even start the game without him?

So he straightened up, wiped the sweat from his brow, clenched his fists, and the five layers of steel shields once again coalesced around him. He looked at Marna:

"No need to say anything more."

“Mr. Marner, Kjerag doesn’t accept useless people. You need to prove your strength to Lord Ernst, and so do I.”

"Do you know that the position I applied for with Lord Ernst was either the captain of the personal guard or his personal secretary?"

Jesston grinned self-deprecatingly.

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

"Later, Ms. Holhaya taught me what qualities a secretary should have, and now the World Games have taught me what humility is."

“There are too many powerful people on this land. I’ve been able to get to where I am today thanks to a lot of luck, apart from Lord Ernst’s help. So… I’ve given you plenty of time, Mr. Marner.”

"Is the knife sharpened?"

Marner's expression faltered slightly.

His intention to "sharpen his sword" and build up his strength was not hidden. After his match against Dario, he did suffer a serious injury. Even with round-the-clock care from professional medical professionals, these injuries could not be fully treated in such a short off-season.

The injury directly impacted his endurance.

He can still unleash his burst damage quickly with short-range attacks, but he can no longer perform the kind of explosive, rain-down attacks that he used to do after a warm-up, like against the Black Knight and Dario.

To put it simply, it went from a "torrential rain" to a "shower".

Therefore, after forcibly breaking through Jeston's defenses, Marna had to take a short break to recover his strength and regroup.

He assumed that Jesston would answer his questions and even start a conversation with him, unaware of his intentions. Or rather, that he was about to transform into the second stage, so it didn't matter whether Jesston was gathering power or not.

But judging from Jeston's words, he realized that Jeston did not transform, but he also did not interrupt him or take the opportunity to attack him. Instead, he quietly waited for Jeston to "sharpen his knife".

What does he want to do?

Marner frowned, somewhat unable to fathom Jeston's thoughts.

He could never, absolutely never, possibly have imagined that the reason Jeston wasn't attacking was because he was also exhausted!

Marner is resting, and so is he.

The five layers of shields he conjured around him looked intimidating, but they were actually hollow inside, just iron shells. He was still seriously chatting with Marna, while secretly pouring iron into the "mold".

No kidding, if Marner had been a little more aggressive, hadn't rested, and had gone all out to cut one more slash, Jeston would have had no choice but to tough it out with his bare hands.

Fortunately, Marner gave Jeston enough respect, and Jeston was given a short break.

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

Whatever his purpose may be, after this fight, he and Jeston will practically be colleagues. They're both working people, so why bother with all that scheming?

Let's make a cut first!

"It's raining!"

Marna raised his sword and silently uttered the incantation-like word. Familiar points of light, which he had seen during the battle with the Black Knight, surged from the ground, flying into the sky like a torrential rain. The surrounding spotlights seemed to be drawn to them, becoming pale and dim.

The renowned Unarmored Alliance leader Xuan Tie once commented that Margaret's light is like the rising sun in the morning, Snitz's light is like the midday sun in the summer, while Marna's light is restrained, not showing its sharpness, and subtle like the pattering raindrops. It seems harmless, but its essence is closely related to the name "Near Light".

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

Jeston took a deep breath and raised his hand as well, forming five overlapping shields in front of him.

He was on the defensive the whole time, and he had absolutely no chance to counterattack.

But as Lord Ernst's pawn, he didn't need to attack. His duty was to defend Lord Ernst in every way possible, leaving no blind spots!

Do you know what the physical meaning of the Sherag "Iron Wall" is?

"all in!"

"Look, Marna has swung his longsword, the blade flashing like rain. Can Jeston defend against it? Can he? Five layers of shields, come forth! This final clash will surely make the heavens and earth tremble—"

The narration abruptly stopped.

However, his last words still echoed throughout the Pegasus Stadium.

Heaven and earth faded.

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

...........

"We succeeded."

Pulling out a blood-stained walkie-talkie, the infected man wiped away the blood dripping from his head, which was almost obscuring his eyes, and reported to the channel on the other end.

It hasn't been an easy journey.

The Four Cities Grand Alliance, a signature event of the Grand Knights during the Knights' Tournament, has a long history and has evolved to this day. Of course, they are not the only ones who have tried to tamper with the core component, the power furnace energy switch.

Security measures here have been upgraded countless times. While the guards may not be the elite of the elite like Silver Spear Pegasus, they are certainly not the kind of elite that an ordinary competitive knight could mess with.

In addition to the intricate roads and strict identity and access control, reaching the power furnace switch is indeed a long journey.

Unfortunately, the mobile city designer who originally designed the Great Knight's Domain of Kavaleria, and countless engineers who followed him in adding protection to the power furnace, overlooked one crucial point.

The strongest fortresses are often breached from within.

The "reporter" didn't need to spend time unraveling those troublesome certifications, because strictly speaking, the switch for the power furnace was located underground at the headquarters of the Business Federation.

It is quite ironic that this entity, which holds the lifeline of a city, is not under the watchful eye of the Supervisory Council, the legitimate government of Kasimir, but rather beneath the headquarters of the Business Federation.

This clearly shows the extent to which the power of the Supervisory Council has been lost, and it is from this that their anxiety arises.

In a sense, this decision wasn't entirely bad. After all, the Commercial Federation was probably the organization in all of Kazimierz that least wanted the Grand Knights to have problems. This was their foundation; 80% of the Commercial Federation's corporate headquarters were located here. If something happened here, the losses to them would undoubtedly be devastating. From the perspective of organizational interests, they probably protected the switch even more than the Supervisory Council.

But they couldn't help having a mole within their own ranks.

As a director of the Business Federation, and specifically a director of one of its major factions, it wouldn't be difficult for the "reporter" to add a backdoor. The engineer, who was paid by him, was naturally loyal to him, and he would never have imagined that his boss would use this backdoor to let in a bunch of "living Originium bombs."

Manipulate the infected through a walkie-talkie to avoid the guards whose attention is drawn to the World Games, use backdoor access to directly open layers of encrypted security doors, forcibly kill the security personnel who have no way to avoid them, and finally enter the place, turn off the switch, and plunge the entire city into darkness and silence.

Without the control of the core city, the connection between the four cities will no longer be stable, and the plots of land close to the connection will face the risk of being disconnected or even torn apart. If the power outage lasts longer, the entire Great Knight Territory will disintegrate on the spot!