Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Unfortunately, I haven't received any professional training. I just learned as I played after becoming a Cavalier."

The Blood Knight did not choose to press his advantage. He seemed to have no doubt that he could defeat the Nightmare Knight, so he did not mind giving his opponent a rare chance to catch his breath.

However, this does not mean he will show mercy.

The Blood Knight took a half step back, and blood seeped out from the gaps in his armor, condensing into trickles in the air, enveloping his weapons, and turning into blood-red blades beside him.

The Nightmare Knight understood that the real battle was about to begin, but his condition was worse than ever before.

"Nightmare Knight, if that's all you've got, you'll never be able to defeat me." The Blood Knight's tone wasn't cold; it was simply domineering and confident.

"Are you mocking me?" Nightmare Knight was furious.

The Blood Knight denied it, saying, "I am stating the facts because, compared to you, I have a reason to win, while you keep saying that you want to defeat everything and follow the Khan, but you don't know why you want to win."

Khan? Nightmare, where is your Khan! Bring him forward!

The Nightmare Knight's breathing became increasingly rapid.

He felt he should be angry; he was supposed to be angry.

But his mind became increasingly confused, as if many voices were echoing in his ears.

Batbayar, the Radiant Knight, that little girl from Rhodes Island, Qilin...

No one could understand why he stubbornly followed the so-called Khan. Everyone said that he didn't actually know what he wanted to do.

Why does no one understand me?

He was the last nightmare on this land, and his mother told him that he should be proud of his bloodline.

He should... no...

The Nightmare Knight's weapon hung limply to the ground, his shoulders slumped, and he suddenly found himself lost in his memories on the field, in front of the imposing Blood Knight.

Khan, Heavenly Path, Mother, Clan...

"Perhaps you are all right."

The Nightmare Knight murmured, "The Khan has vanished into the river of time, the Nightmare race is declining, my mother perished under the fangs of beasts, and my kin are lost in this land."

The Blood Knight's brow suddenly furrowed beneath his helmet.

For the first time, this nightmare revealed its inner confusion without reservation, yet the Blood Knight sensed an unprecedented determination in it.

The Nightmare Knight's voice grew louder and louder:

"My mother always said that I should be proud of myself, no matter when or where."

I, Tuola, my name means 'grassland'.

My mother gave me a choice: she made me the final nightmare, a follower of the Khan, or she gave me the choice to live as an ordinary Kuranta.

The Khan no longer exists, but this is my choice!

Black Originium Arts were brewing around the Nightmare Knight.

"Following the Khan, following a figure long since vanished into the river of time, may seem foolish and blind to you." The Nightmare Knight suddenly opened his arms, leaving himself wide open. "But that is my race, that is my pride. I have never been cowardly because of the Khan's disappearance, I have never been discouraged by the abandonment of my people!"

Black mist enveloped the arena, and shadows coalesced behind the Nightmare Knight—one, two, three…

With flags fluttering and bugles sounding, an army, a nation, and a piece of history are brought back to life!

At this moment, the Nightmare Knight inexplicably remembered something someone had said.

There was never a Khan in this world, or rather, everyone is a Khan.

The Nightmare Knight pointed his blade forward, aiming at the Blood Knight:

"Khan, you are right on the tip of my blade!"

I am my own Khan!

"A breathtaking choice."

The Blood Knight did not back down or change his mind because of the Nightmare Knight's awakening: "But is this your reason for abandoning the present, fighting like a madman, even at the cost of your life?"

"Ridiculous, you simply lack the courage to face your fate."

The Nightmare Knight did not refute.

When he made his own choice and understood his decision, he also came to understand the knight before him.

The Blood Knight would not agree with his choice, because their paths were different.

He doesn't need anyone else's approval.

The blade falls, symbolizing the army's will to attack.

The pitch-black fog engulfed the Blood Knight's blood-red armor, and the Nightmare army launched their charge. The direction in which the Nightmare Knight's blade pointed was the direction in which the Nightmare race would conquer.

Countless weapons came at us.

The Blood Knight understood that those shadows were neither illusory nor illusions.

But he remained standing still, relying solely on the blood blade he had condensed to fight the Nightmare Army. He was waiting, waiting for the Nightmare Knight himself to attack.

The black mist swirled back, and the blade fell.

The Blood Knight's armor shattered, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. The immense force forced him to retreat for the first time, almost causing him to kneel down.

The Nightmare Knight who unleashed this attack was not satisfied; he had thought that his peak strike would have injured the Blood Knight even more severely.

“Well done, you hurt me.” The Blood Knight successfully locked onto the Nightmare Knight in the black mist, “but my blood has also stained your weapon.”

Beneath the Nightmare Knight's helmet, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He realized that, just like his previous encounter with Toran, he had once again suffered from his youth and lack of practical experience.

But this time, he was neither angry nor ashamed. His will was unwavering, and he launched his counterattack.

The blade fell, tearing another piece of flesh from the Blood Knight's body.

The giant axe swung up and slammed down hard on the Nightmare Knight's shoulder.

The two men unleashed their most fervent fighting spirit.

In the black mist, the Nightmare Army clashed with Blood Blade, as giant axes and blades slashed down.

The Nightmare Knight knew that if he didn't dodge the next attack, he would surely die.

However, this time, the Nightmare Knight did not hastily choose to dodge as he had in his previous battle with Qi Lin.

He is a nightmare, he is the epitome of fear, he is the one who makes his opponents run away out of fear!

His will was stronger than ever before!

Armor shattered, and blood stained the bodies of the two people standing opposite each other.

Chapter 478 Heroes of the Infected

Blood dripped onto the field, blooming into a sea of ​​crimson flowers.

For the first time, the Knights Arena fell silent. Even Mob, the big-mouthed commentator, temporarily forgot to give his commentary and held his breath, watching the two figures on the field like statues.

The Blood Knight swayed slightly, taking a half-step back. His steps were unsteady, and his giant axe hung limply at his side.

Blood continued to flow from his wounds, and he no longer had the energy to control it with Originium Arts.

Opposite him, the Nightmare Knight's blade hovered in the air, the tip still stained with the Blood Knight's blood.

Everyone was watching the Nightmare Knight, anticipating his reaction.

But one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time continued to pass, but he made no move.

"I am the Blood Knight." The Blood Knight suddenly raised his arm. "I request permission from the tribunal to communicate. He has already passed out. Any further delay could be fatal. Announce the results."

Everyone couldn't help but stand up and step forward, staring in shock at the figure that had lost consciousness but was still standing.

It was a nightmare that emerged from the river of time, carving indelible marks into everyone's hearts with its sharp edge.

The judges exchanged glances, and for some reason, felt a genuine sense of fear when they decided to declare the Nightmare Knights defeated.

But the facts were undeniable, and the federation had not sent any news, so the referees dared not think too much about it.

As Mob excitedly announced the results of the match, before he could even shout out the winner's name, the quiet arena was as if a large amount of cold water had been poured over a boiling pot of oil.

The deafening shouts surged forth like a landslide and a tsunami.

"Blood Knight!"

In a corner of the arena, behind the fence set up specifically for the entrance and exit of the infected knights, figures rushed onto the fence.

"Blood Knight!"

"Blood Knight!!"

"Blood Knight!!!"

In the arena, the voices of ordinary citizens and noble knights were completely drowned out by the shouts of the infected knights.

In the city, the infected erupted in a cry from the depths of their souls, shaking the city made of steel and concrete.

At this moment, the name of the Blood Knight resounded throughout every corner of the Grand Knight Territory, dominating the entire city.

Amidst the shouts, the Blood Knight slowly raised his hand, gesturing to the audience.

The shouts rose even higher.

Blood Knight turned around and looked at Nightmare Knight, who was still standing in the same spot. Then he looked up and saw Radiant Knight silently watching him from the corner of the audience.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Mob felt his heart almost stop beating. He glanced around, secretly turned off his microphone, and then shouted to join the shouting crowd.

Inside a building in the city, Viviana quietly watched the television in front of her, listening to the shouts echoing throughout the city.

"This is Margaret, the hero of the Kazimierz infected."

Viviana put her beloved poetry books into a cardboard box. In her room, boxes of all sizes and her packed luggage were neatly arranged.

Viviana sealed the cardboard box with tape and murmured to herself, "Margaret, how are you going to deal with this persona that overlaps with you?"

Inside the Control Yuan building, Russell turned off the television.

Even in this quiet and solemn building, she could still hear faint shouts.

"Dicaibolis... alas."

The silver-speared celestial horse standing beside her seemed lost in thought and did not respond to Russell's mutterings.

Inside the federation building, amidst cheers in the background, Markowitz handed a proposal to McKee.

"These...were your suggestions?" McKee asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, based on Qi Yan’s suggestion… and the information gathered by the Unarmored Alliance,” Markowitz replied.

McKee was surprised: "As a media professional, I have great respect for your proposal."

But as you know, these public opinions are just a soft safety net…

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Markowitz waved his hand, “but I have a vague idea of ​​what the future holds for this country. It will end soon, and neither of us needs to worry about it.”

The community of infected people is the area with the loudest shouts in the city.

Qi Lin even had to borrow earplugs from Ye Zong to feel a little better.

Wildmane was so excited that he was almost oblivious, hugging Qi Lin and shaking her constantly, which Shuangxing couldn't pull away no matter what she tried.

"Blood Knight has won! This is what an infected knight should be like!" Wildmane shouted. "Next, as long as Radiant Knight defeats Wind Knight, it will be two infected competing for this year's championship."

This was a blatant trampling of the dignity of those high-ranking noble knights, tearing away their last veil of pretense; the infected had won a resounding victory!

Amidst this excitement, Gray remained remarkably calm.

She glanced at Wildmane, then turned to Sona beside her and asked:

"The Control Yuan contacted you a couple of days ago, what was the result?"

This concerns how we should act from now on.

Sona grinned, scratched her head, and chuckled dryly: "You've probably all been following the recent news, right?"

Seeing everyone nod, Sona continued: