Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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Standing on the open space at the top of the mountain, Claude looked at the beautiful yet ferocious long sword in his hand. His wrist began to turn, and the long sword emitted a sharp whistle that tore through the air. A flower of death composed of sharp blades bloomed in the air. The next second, the flower condensed and turned into a slender sword blade.

"What kind of sword is this?" The girl standing nearby looked very interested.

"Mercy, I call it mercy."

Claude's voice was as cold and hard as steel.

A New Beginning: Chapter 32 Execution

Claude sighed, he stopped and turned around to look at the figure following him.

"Miss, why are you following me? I want to go back."

The petite girl with yellow hair was three meters behind him, staring at him eagerly. She had been following him since a while ago. When they first came down from the top of the mountain together, Claude didn't worry much because there was only one road. Until now, he was almost at the village, and the child was still following him.

Seeing Claude turning around to ask her, the yellow-haired girl looked a little flustered.

"Go back, miss, go back. The remaining food in the package is for you." Claude looked at the other party speechlessly.

But what made Claude feel helpless was that the girl seemed to not understand what he said and still followed him. No matter what he said to her, it was useless and she was brought all the way to the village.

"Claude, you're back...who is this girl?" His companions saw the girl as a matter of course.

"To be honest, I don't know either. This child herself doesn't know who she is."

So both of them came to the front of the yellow-haired girl. After staring at each other for a while, Claude spoke first.

"Miss, now that I'm here, you should tell me why you are following me."

The yellow-haired girl held the weapon in her arms, and seemed a little hesitant, but she still spoke.

"I want to follow you. I want to find my own name."

"Then why are you following me? I don't know your name, young lady."

"This is my name, but I don't know it, so I want to find someone who knows it. You are a very capable person, you will definitely find it." As she spoke, she took out a battle axe from her bag.

Claude took the battle axe in her hand with some surprise. There were indeed a few words engraved on it. But unfortunately, he didn't recognize these words. They looked very strange. In his previous memory, there was no such structure of words. But this battle axe was indeed an excellent weapon, and it looked very sharp and tough.

Xinteleya next to him also frowned and looked at the words on the weapon for a long time before hesitating and speaking.

"This looks like Minoan writing."

"Really?" Claude turned his head and looked at her.

"It should be correct. I've seen it once and it's very similar to this one." Looking at the girl's expectant expression, she added.

"Of course I can't recognize it. I don't know what it means. I've only seen this kind of writing before."

Looking at the girl's lost look, Claude felt a little reluctant, but still reminded her:

"We don't know what this text means either. Are you sure you want to come with us?" Claude had already decided to take her with him if she agreed. He thought about it for a while, but he still couldn't leave such a child who lacked common sense in such a place. No matter how good she was at fighting.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The girl nodded quickly.

"It's very dangerous to follow us."

"Don't be afraid. I will help you beat the bad guys. I'm very powerful. To deal with them, I only need two 'bangs, snaps' and it will be solved!" As she spoke, the girl pulled out a weapon from her package and gestured with it in her hand.

Looking at this lively and lovely girl, Claude couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I'll leave it to you then."

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"Where did you get this sword?"

The Mercy in Claude's hand, as expected, caught the attention of Cinderella. She looked at this gorgeous sword curiously. Not to mention the material, just looking at the workmanship, she could be sure that this was a very expensive sword.

"I guess I got it because of someone's request." Claude was a little hesitant, but still took out the booklet in his arms and handed it to his companion.

Xintelaiya flipped through the book in her hand, and her expression became gloomy as she read. After reading the last page, she raised her head and looked at Claude.

"You're going to go, aren't you?"

"of course."

"Then I'll go too." She said without any hesitation.

"Me, me, me, and me! I'll help you beat the bad guys!"

"Okay, come and help me." Claude's expression involuntarily became gentle.

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In this world, there is no shortage of desperate criminals outside the mobile city. Because of the extremely harsh natural environment, anyone who can survive in such a situation, even if he is a scavenger, is a fierce person who dares to risk his life. In some individual cases, some of them can develop and form an organization, or a gang.

This kind of organization is born and dies at will in the wilderness. They may be wiped out at any time by a sudden natural disaster. But when one organization is destroyed, another one will always appear, because the mobile city can never accommodate everyone. There will always be people who struggle to survive in this wilderness to join them.

Tire is such a person, he is the leader of this gang of 130 people. Tire, he doesn't know what his parents look like, he has been crawling in the ruins since he can remember. Because his life is like a tire, hard and tough, he can't die, so an old man gave him this name.

The small settlement of dozens of people lived in this way until a few years ago when they suddenly had good luck. A respectable man in leather and leather shoes came from nowhere and needed them to do some dirty work. In return, he gave them sophisticated weapons and equipment. Everyone had at least armor and a standard long knife. According to the other party's request, they attacked a transport convoy and nearly half of the people died. Only then did they hand over a large black iron box inside to him. Afterwards, no one came to track them down. After all, anything could happen in this wasteland, and they kept the equipment for themselves. Relying on equipment that was far ahead of other settlements, they quickly swallowed up other scavengers in the area.

They don't produce anything, they just rob whatever they need. Relying on this way of fighting to support the war, they quickly became the most powerful gang in the area. A few days ago, some of his men went out for a walk and had some fun in a place. They didn't dare to hide it from him when they came back, but he didn't do anything to them. After all, he often did this kind of thing, and it was really a trivial matter for them.

Sitting in a simple house made of iron sheets, he scratched his damaged armor. The original armor had been dilapidated after long-term use, and now he had to weld rusty iron plates on to barely maintain some defense.

He was very strong, of course he was not this strong since he was a child, but because he killed that old man, well, he should let me call him father. After killing him, he became the leader and could eat good food, which made him stronger. The stronger he was, the more he could rob, and the more he could rob, the stronger he became. This was the simple truth in his mind.

He took a piece of meat from the iron plate in front of him and gnawed it in his mouth. He had to eat more. The more he ate, the stronger he would be. Others would not think of killing him and replacing him as the leader. He ate all kinds of meat here. After all, sometimes. This was the only way to go without food, and he had long been accustomed to it.

It suddenly became noisy outside, and he frowned in displeasure, wondering which fool disturbed him while he was eating. He reached out and picked up the heavy battle axe next to him. This axe was the best weapon in the entire settlement, so of course he was the one to use it.

He kicked the door open and just wanted to yell at the guy when he walked out. He was determined that if the guy did it on purpose, he would chop him in two with an axe. But what he saw made him shut his mouth involuntarily.

A slender black knight, wearing airtight armor, was looking at him through the observation hole of his helmet. On the blade of his spear, he was holding one of his men high up. Blood was flowing down the blade. The man who was stabbed had already stopped struggling.

Looking at the uninvited guest who was lifting a man up with a spear with one hand, he very wisely stopped and let his men rush forward.

The knight's bloodstained visor tilted slightly. He seemed to find it interesting. He flicked his wrist and threw the corpse on the gun, knocking down two people. Then he broke the gun into two pieces and put it away. His movements were so calm and calm, as if the scavenger who was about to chop his face with a machete and an axe did not exist.

Without making any sound, the arrows, as black as the night, pierced through the two fastest rushers and nailed them to the ground. Before they could react, arrows with black light on them kept shooting at them, and at least one person fell to the ground with each shot, and sometimes two or three people were strung together, shooting them up from the ground and nailing them to the wall.

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The knight's black gauntlets suddenly stretched out and steadily caught the axe that was chopping towards his helmet.

Tire watched as the knight on the opposite side began to bend his axe horizontally. He tried to resist, but the terrible force even made his tendons feel a tearing pain. He gritted his teeth, his eyes began to emit red light, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of red mist. The power increased more than twice at this moment, but it still did not change his situation.

The black gauntlet grabbed his fist and began to exert force.

“Crack! Snap! Crack…”

A horrifying sound was heard, and he felt unbearable pain in his hands. His finger bones were crushed one by one and his flesh was squeezed into a ball.

"what!!!"

He finally began to scream. He didn't want to fight anymore. He just wanted to survive. He wanted to leave, but his hands were held tightly.

“Pah!! Crack!!”

Claude's boots slammed heavily into the knee of the opponent in front of him, making a crisp sound of bones and tendons being torn apart, and his entire right leg was bent forward. He reached out and grabbed the guy's hair, then raised his knee and slammed his face heavily onto his knee. There was another crisp sound, and his entire nose was sunken. Snot, blood, and liquids of various colors mixed together on his face.

Looking at the completely immobilized enemy with satisfaction, Claude drew out an evil and gorgeous long sword from his waist. Or should it be called mercy, and he would show mercy to this guy and destroy his pathetic existence.

He took two steps, walked around behind the guy, raised the long sword in his hand, and watched it reflect the moonlight. The blood color on it became particularly dazzling. It was trembling with excitement, awakened by the bloody smell around it. The enemies around had been slaughtered, and everyone else escaped through the back door. But Claude was not in a hurry at all, as if he was not worried about them escaping.

He raised the Mercy in his hand and aimed it at the exposed back of the sinner's neck. In the instant before he chopped it down, he suddenly felt the center of gravity of the sword in his hand change dramatically. The blade tore through the air, making a sharp whistle, and simply cut off the neck in front of him without any hindrance.

The huge and fat head fell from the neck, and blood spurted out from the cavity, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. However, not much blood spurted out, and it turned into blood mist and was sucked into the blade, making the silver-white blade reveal a hint of blood. The corpse in front of him suddenly turned pale, and Claude couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand.

The knight's sword, which was originally slender and sharp, has become a vortex sword with a fan-shaped tip and a thick blade. It has become much heavier all of a sudden. I really don't know where the extra mass comes from. Claude looked at the sword that had become silent again, and his heart moved slightly. The silver metal on it visibly turned into a fluid state, changing shape according to his will.

Claude's attention was immediately drawn to it. He directed the metal above, constantly changing its shape, making it wider and longer, or thinner and shorter.

After some testing, Claude discovered that the sword's ability to change form was not infinite. It could only add a limited amount of mass. After a certain limit, it could not become heavier, and after a certain limit, it could not become lighter. But this was also an unexpected surprise for Claude.

With a slight movement in his mind, the long sword in his hand turned back to its original form, and then was put back into the scabbard by Claude.

Walking out of the back door of the camp, what came into view were the corpses lying along the way. They seemed to have been hit by powerful projectiles and died instantly in one blow. Their bodies were in a very tragic state.

Looking at the yellow-haired figure running towards him from a distance, waving and jumping, Claude wiped the blood off his body and then went straight to meet him.

A New Beginning: Chapter 33 Casimir

He released the accelerator with his right foot and lightly stepped on the brake to slow down the car, then slowly stopped it next to a boulder. Driving in this desert filled with yellow sand, the car was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the black hand nail touched it, leaving a clear palm mark.

Claude got out of the car, shook off the dust on his hands, raised his head, and looked at the moving city that was as majestic as a mountain in the distance. The black silhouette under the setting sun was still clearly visible even from such a distance. The huge moving city was now in a state of stagnation, because it consumed a huge amount of energy to operate, so it was basically stationary at ordinary times.

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"It's amazing that you can drive something like this."

Claude couldn't help but sigh. This kind of thing also opened his eyes. What kind of excellent energy can drive such a behemoth? Originium is almost omnipotent in this world and has become the pillar of industry supporting this world. He couldn't imagine that if the Originium in this world disappeared one day, would the people here still be able to maintain this civilization?

"It's not as powerful as you think. The mobile city is very heavy. It takes several weeks to warm up. So if there is no advance notice from the Messenger of the Scourge, even a mobile city cannot avoid the Scourge."

Xinteleya also got out of the car and untied the headscarf wrapped around her head. She shook off the sand and dust on it. Their other companion was still lying on the back seat of the car, sleeping soundly, wrapped tightly in a blanket, with only yellow hair and big pointed ears exposed.

"We are finally here. I wonder what Casimir looks like now."

After taking one last look at the huge mobile city, Claude began to pack up. It was almost night, and it was time to eat and sleep. With such bad road conditions, it was better not to travel at night.

A bonfire was lit next to the car, and Claude boiled a pot of water on it. Then he said hello to Xinteleya, grabbed his javelin and walked out. Thanks to someone's huge appetite, their food had long been exhausted, and they basically relied on hunting to survive every day. Brick

Now they only eat meat or dried meat every day, and a little dry bread. Fortunately, they don't have to live a hard life tomorrow. As long as they get to the Knight's Territory, they can have a good meal.

Pace across the field at a moderate pace, observing the small black dots on the distant horizon to see if they are prey.

Soon he found his target, a group of herbivores that looked like deer, rummaging through the remaining dry grass. Claude squatted downwind from them and slowly approached the target. But he didn't need to get too close. When he was about 70 meters away from them, he stood up. The animals were startled at the same time and looked around alertly, but it was too late.

His body was as taut as a bow, and he threw the javelin in his hand fiercely. The javelin hit an animal like a crossbow, nailing its body to the ground. The other animals immediately scattered, using their four slender and powerful legs to escape at high speed.

He quickly came to the wailing prey on the ground, drew the long sword from his waist, and quickly killed it. The moment the blade left the prey's body, not a drop of blood seeped out, all of it was absorbed by the sword.

Looking at the wound that was not bleeding at all, Claude smiled slightly.

"There's no need to bleed it."

He carried this large prey on his shoulders. He had just carefully checked it and found that there were basically no signs of Originium infection on this group of prey. This was basically enough for the three of them to eat for two days.

Put the meat into the pot, add some leftover vegetables found in the village to make a pot of broth. The rest is put on the fire and made into barbecue. The seasoning is basically only some leftover salt. After such a simple cooking, the taste of wild animal meat is not bad, but it can only be said to be edible. But the few people are not spoiled, even if they eat it for nearly a month, they can still enjoy it.

Especially the girl that Claude met on the road. Her appetite was unexpectedly good. It seemed that no matter what it was, as long as it was not poisonous, it was a delicacy for her. Now she held the roasted leg meat in one hand and the broth in the other. She took a bite of the meat and drank a sip of the broth, eating very quickly. Her mouth and chin were covered with grease, which shone in the firelight.

Soon she ate nearly half of the prey, and of the remaining half, 70% was eaten by Claude. The rest was Sintelaia's.

The remaining organs, bones, etc. were thrown away from the camp to avoid attracting anything else.

The most obvious benefit of this girl joining them was that she could take turns with them on duty, and everyone could sleep an extra hour or two. But Claude was in no hurry to sleep, he took off his arm armor again and painted on it with paint.

Although he was not a powerful character, this incident left a deep impression on Claude, and he wanted to record it. The fine brush traced the inside of his forearm, and soon a long sword was drawn on it. It was the Mercy hanging on his waist.

After waiting for a while until the paint was dry, he put the arm armor back on. Now he was the one keeping watch, and he was not sure if there would be any danger, so he should be careful. He liked the sound of burning wood in the campfire, which made him feel very quiet around him. And this kind of quietness made people feel safe, which meant there was no danger.

Amid the crackling sound of the bonfire, the sky gradually brightened.

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At the entrance of the mobile city, armored soldiers holding crossbows were on guard, and everyone who wanted to enter the city had to go through inspection. The team was divided into two, one for people and the other for cars. The progress was not fast, because everyone would be carefully questioned, and the doctor would give you a simple physical examination to prevent the infected from sneaking in.

Claude's car was also in the middle, following the car in front. The stereo in the car was playing music, and they successfully connected to the network near the mobile city. The music in the car had a beautiful and soothing tune, giving people a relaxing feeling of walking in the spring breeze. In this case, they were not in a hurry, and they slowly moved the car forward while looking at the scenery.

At this moment, Claude, who was driving, suddenly found that a man was pushed out by the guard. He loudly explained something to the guard, gesturing with his hands and feet, but the guard was unmoved and shook his head at him. Seeing that there was no other way, the man turned around and left dejectedly.

Claude's ears moved slightly and he clearly heard the discussions of the people in the queue next to him.

"That person seems to be infected! Let's stay away from him."

"This infected person is crazy. He knows he is infected, but he still wants to go to the city."

"That's right, that's right! Does he still want to harm others? ......"

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Claude seemed to have thought of something in an instant, and quickly turned around and spoke to the blond girl who was lying in a daze on the back seat.

"Miss, are you infected? Infected people are not allowed in here."

"What is an infected person?"

Looking at the confused expression on the child's face, Claude thought about it.

"See if there are any stone-like things growing on the body. If there are, then that person is infected."

"Oh, I have that! It hurts when it first grows out, but it makes me stronger!" The child told them with a boastful look on his face, as if it was something to be happy about.