Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

There were only four broken javelins left in his hands. These were masterpieces of imperial alchemy - wind element crystals were installed at the tail of the javelin, and four iron tail fins maintained stable flight. The spear tip was made of the toughest orite steel, which could easily pierce armor, and then the fire element crystals at the front of the spear shaft would explode inside the target's body.

When using it, you only need to give the javelin an initial velocity, and the wind element propulsion unit will be activated, and the strong airflow will propel the javelin out. - Of course, for safety reasons, this initial velocity is quite high, and only air knights who are all level three transcendents can use it at will. This weapon can not only shoot down enemies in the air, but also bomb troops on the ground. This always reminds him of the missiles of fighter jets in his previous life.

'There are only four chances,' Xu Lin told himself. The elite air knights can accurately hit humanoid targets on their rapidly flying mounts, and he still has a chance to break out - as long as he gets rid of the opponent's commander.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and with a loud thunder, the Blood Eagles panicked and tried to leave this dangerous place, but they calmed down only after the elves comforted them.

Suddenly, the commander of the elves found that the enemy in the encirclement had disappeared. He hurriedly ordered the guards around him to protect him, and the others immediately dispersed to search.

But there was no sign of that human anywhere, and the commander was secretly on guard.

"Roar!!!!!"

A violent roar was heard, "It's from above!"

The commander looked up suddenly and saw a huge figure swooping down from the dark clouds. He was immediately terrified. He threw his spear and blew up three of his guards. The last shot killed his blood eagle. He fell from the sky and was picked up by a griffin and crushed into a pulp.

The griffin flew away, but no elf dared to chase it. Xu Lin knew very well that the elves were a very strict race, and they would not give up chasing him until they saw the commander dead. Otherwise, they would resolutely carry out the commander's last order before being captured, and he would not be able to escape.

“Ding ding ding…!!”

Xu Lin woke up with a start, turned off the alarm on his personal terminal, and let out a long breath.

"Such a real dream..."

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Margaret Lin Guang, she is the eldest daughter of the Lin Guang family, a knight family that once had a high reputation. The reason why I say "once" is because the Lin Guang family has fallen into decline and has not produced an outstanding knight for a long time. If it continues to maintain the status quo, the title of the knight family will be revoked. Her apparent purpose seems to be to become a champion and resolve the crisis of the family, but her real purpose is only known by a few people.

Her family did not fully support her decision to participate in the knightly competition. Her uncle was extremely opposed to it. Moreover, her real purpose was so shocking that it would inevitably bring about a storm.

But she still came here and made up her mind.

"Good morning, fellow citizens of the Great Knight Territory! It's a beautiful day, and the preliminaries of our Knight Tournament have entered the second round! There are only 104 players left on the field, and only 52 will enter the official competition. As long as you lose a game, all your previous efforts will vanish. What a cruel rule! You must invest your money in truly capable players, otherwise you may lose everything!"

"The first one to enter is the Night Knight who had an amazing performance yesterday - Claude Aite!"

"His opponent is the battle-hardened 'Bloodthirsty' Makdor!"

"oh!!!!!!!……"

Players enter!!

Xu Lin put on his simply repaired helmet, checked his equipment carefully once more, and then walked out of the fence gate. His opponent had been waiting for a long time.

The opponent's armor was very sophisticated and provided comprehensive protection, but the chest and arm armor were covered with trademarks, like a human-shaped billboard. This looked very strange in his eyes.

Drawing out his sword, with the blade pointed at the middle of his opponent's sword, Xu Lin was ready. The opponent approached cautiously, holding the shield in one hand and the battle axe in the other, in an airtight defensive posture.

The two sides gradually approached each other, and Xu Lin did not act rashly. The shield was an extremely difficult thing to deal with, and rash actions would lead to flaws. But the opponent obviously did not have much patience and could not help but launch a test.

In an instant, Xu Lin's sword moved. The sharp blade wrapped around Makdor's wrist like a spirit snake, leaving a wound. The axe slipped out of his hand under the severe pain. He took a step forward and hit Makdor's face with the hilt of the sword. Makdor subconsciously stepped back, and the cold sword light pierced like lightning and stopped steadily at his throat, accurately and efficiently.

In the blink of an eye, the winner is decided.

Amidst thunderous cheers, Xu Lin left the arena, unaware that his performance had attracted a lot of attention.

Margaret watched the black-armored knight leave. His exquisite swordsmanship caught her attention. If as expected, he would be a strong opponent for her. She couldn't help but feel happy: it seems that there are still many powerful knights who have not succumbed to the company.

A New Beginning: Chapter 4: The Lord of the Legion

Xu Lin always thinks about the things in the previous world. The 76 years in that world shaped who he is today.

That is war! A war that never ends! The world has long been mired in the quagmire of war, and every race is struggling in it, and no one can escape it.

The races have long forged an endless blood feud, and there is no way to resolve it. Only when one side is wiped out can there be a brief peace. Under the pressure of survival, every race is a war machine, and every life is the fuel of war. No one knows when this situation started, but no one cares.

The human empire he was in was the most powerful war machine. The entire country was extremely specialized for war, and all people were divided into two parts: war and production. Under the leadership of the emperor who was always right, they fought wars in the south and the north. Not many people had seen the emperor, but he had never made a mistake. From three hundred years ago to now, the emperor had never made a wrong decision. No one would question the emperor, and even if they did, they would not express it. Xu Lin had doubts, but he quickly learned to keep silent.

He had never met the Emperor, not even when he was appointed Lord of the Legion.

He may not be absolutely loyal to the emperor, but he is absolutely loyal to humanity, so he will not have any doubts.

He experienced countless bloody battles in his life, and time and time again he turned the battlefield into purgatory with his overwhelming swarms.

As a sixth-rank professional, he possesses great strength, but he cannot fight against the passage of time. His body gradually ages, but he cannot give up his responsibilities.

He didn't hate war, nor did he like it, he was just good at it. But after a long time, he still felt tired.

He always wondered: How would this life end? Would he die at the hands of an enemy? Or would he die of old age in his bed? His life had nothing but war. His parents had died long before him. He had never had a lover, and had never liked anyone. The only thing he was good at was taking lives.

But he didn't expect that fate played a trick on him again and he started a new life again.

Just before the alarm went off, a fair and slender hand turned it off. Xu Lin stood up, put on the clothes at the end of the bed, and finished washing up within five minutes. He tidied his room, put on his armor and equipment, and fastened his belt.

Today is the day when armor and weapons are forged. You must hurry over there as soon as possible and not keep others waiting for too long.

The workshop was far from his residence, but with Kuranta's strength, it only took him a dozen minutes to walk there. The place was not big and was located deep in a narrow alley, so it was quiet and suitable, and also a good place to set up an ambush.

After a careful exploration, I walked into the workshop. It was not as hot as the blacksmith shop. There was only a sci-fi Originium furnace emitting heat, and the rest were various Originium machinery and equipment. It looked more like a factory.

"Oh, brother, you are here."

Koval raised his strong body and greeted Xu Lin.

"Good morning, Master Koval."

"Young man, you can just call me Koval. Forget about calling me master. Come, let me see your stuff."

"Yes, Master Koval."

Under Koval's helpless gaze, Xu Lin walked towards his workbench.

It was wearing a set of black armor, with fully protective front and back chest armor, helmet, shoulder armor, arm armor, skirt armor, and leg armor and iron boots.

"Oh, and this one!"

A pair of iron gloves were put down, with protective oil still on them.

"Put it on and take a look."

It is very troublesome for one person to wear full body armor, so Koval also came to help. He took some effort to put on and adjust the full body armor, and then put on the helmet.

The armor was very comfortable to wear, without any discomfort, which made him very satisfied.

Koval was also very satisfied and scratched his chin with his sharp claws.

"Hey, this is the most satisfying thing I have done in the past ten years."

"Master, I'm here!"

Two blonde Kutalan girls walked out of the alley. They were dressed fashionably, had pretty faces and graceful figures. They were like two golden clouds, out of place in the remote alley.

It was not until they entered the gate that the two noticed Xu Lin, with the observation port on his helmet facing them.

"Master, do you have any other guests?"

Koval reacted and quickly introduced: "Maria, Zofia, this is Claude, I met Maria the other day; Claude, this is Maria, the youngest daughter of the Linguang family, and her aunt Miss Zofia"

"Claude White, you can call me Claude." A very magnetic and heroic voice.

"Hello, Mr. Claude." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Claude"

The two sides greeted each other and had a brief conversation, then Sofia took her niece to wait aside.

"Look at this again!"

Koval took out a 3-meter-long spear. The spear body was made of a polymer material wrapped around a steel core. There were four reinforced blade-shaped iron pages under the huge -foot-long spear blade, which seemed to have a blunt impact effect.

"The spear blade is made of D32 steel as you requested, but the center of gravity of this shape will be a little forward."

“It’s okay, I can handle it.”

Claude (to make it easier to distinguish, I will call him by his current name) looked at the spear in his hand - the standard equipment of the air knight, the lance. Its center of gravity is forward in order to pursue the ultimate instant destruction - a fight in the air can decide life and death in just a split second, so it doesn't need to be particularly light.

This is also the Sky Knight's special skill - lance charge.

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A New Beginning: Chapter 5 Competition Begins

The spear in the hand has fine anti-slip grooves, which can help the user enhance control.

Claude laid the spear flat and thrust it out with all his strength. The spear made a sharp whistle that tore through the air and stabbed a fly by the window. The tip of the spear did not move at all, just stuck the fly on it. No marks were left on the window.

The physical fitness of humans in this world far exceeds that of the civilians in the previous world. Now Kutalan's body is even stronger. His physical strength, explosive power, endurance, and power are enough to rival those of a first-level transcendent. He can even catch up with a galloping horse in long-distance raids. The spear in his hand spins and swings, bringing out gusts of strong wind. He stabs, chops, picks, and smashes, and each move is so simple and direct. There is no unnecessary movement but it carries a powerful spirit that drives the heartbeat and attracts the attention of others.

Maria watched the black knight testing his weapon in the atrium and couldn't help but be attracted, "How amazing! There are no flaws at all."

Zofia also stared at him with a serious expression. "He is very strong. Even I am not sure I can be his opponent. Margaret has a very strong enemy this time. Although I don't want her to win the championship either."

"Why? Winning the championship should be a good thing, right? Although there is no glory in the knight competition nowadays, it can also improve our family's situation and we won't be disqualified from being a noble."

"Maria, you don't understand. Today's knight competitions are no longer a time when you can win the championship by strength. No championship can be won without cooperation with a company. The identity of the champion is determined while the knights are still fighting. Margaret is challenging the order of this society, which will inevitably attract countless enemies and attacks. That's why I am struggling with whether it is right to let her participate."

"Even Mr. Claude, if he does not cooperate with the enterprise, he will not have a good ending even with his strength."

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Putting away the weapon, Claude put a holster made of engineering plastics over the gun blade and carried it on his back - the gun body was connected by a D32 steel connector and could be disassembled into two sections for easy carrying.

Koval took out another bag of javelins. "And this one, brother, your design is excellent, and the performance is very good. The tip of the spear is also made of D32 steel, but because it is a consumable, only a small part of the tip is used."

"Master Koval, I will pay back the fees as soon as possible."

"It's okay, it's okay. Remember to tell me how it feels."

Claude left fully armed. Koval wiped the oil off his hands and walked towards his apprentice with a smile: "Why did you think of visiting an old man like me today?"

"Today I wanted to make Maria a better set of armor. It's time for her to train with a real sword."

"That's great. I have a new idea to try."

Maria looked at Claude who was leaving and asked hesitantly, "Master, who is that gentleman?"

Koval's expression suddenly became serious: "I don't know either, but it's very likely that he is a general."

Both of them showed surprised expressions, "Why is a general here?"

"Who knows? Although he is very polite, he can't hide his temperament of giving orders. And the aura he reveals when he picks up a weapon shows that he is used to killing people. He is definitely a powerful character."

Claude was a sixth-order transcendent in the previous world. At his stage, a javelin he threw could shatter mountains and a sword he swung could tear the earth apart. He was known as a "demigod".

The reason why he is so powerful, besides his talent, is because of "ether". Ether is an element that is omnipresent in the world and is the basis of other elements. Any element is converted from ether.

The reason why extraordinary people are extraordinary is that they use ether to temper their muscles, bones, and even internal organs to achieve all-round strengthening.

In this world, Claude cannot feel the existence of ether, and naturally cannot strengthen himself with the previous methods, but this world also has its own power - a strange power called Originium Art.

A long time ago, Claude discovered that traces of "origin stone" can be seen everywhere in this world. This strange mineral contains huge energy, and the application of origin stone covers all aspects of society. This mineral is so extraordinary that people can even use it to drive the huge mobile city built to avoid natural disasters - terrible natural disasters, with destructive power, in various forms, but after the disaster, a large amount of origin stone will be left behind.

Originium skills can only be performed with Originium, so people here will add purified Originium structures to their weapons and staffs. Of course, there are exceptions - people who have long-term contact with Originium will be infected with "Originium disease", which is a special disease that cannot be cured and is highly contagious. Patients will be eroded and assimilated by Originium, causing severe pain and becoming a new source of infection. Originium patients are therefore discriminated against, but they can use the Originium in their bodies to cast spells directly.

Claude also has his own Originium skills. He can use the Originium mechanism in his weapon to release lightning, attach it to the weapon, or launch it. It is very effective against metal armor. But he doesn't know how to practice Originium skills, so he can only do some basic physical training - such as wearing full body heavy armor, carrying a full set of equipment and supplies to march hundreds of miles.

An hour later, Claude arrived at the arena and calmly entered the waiting area.

The audience's cheers were deafening, and at this moment Claude was facing an uninvited guest.

"Mr. Claude Ater, our company is absolutely sincere. A powerful knight like you deserves the best treatment. As long as you sign this contract, you will get the best training conditions and the best living conditions, with a monthly salary of 5, as well as various commissions, bonuses and other benefits. What do you think?"

Sitting opposite was a Kutalan man in a suit and tie, spotless, with neatly combed hair, looking at him with a warm smile.

"Then what do I need to give in return for such generous treatment?" Claude said expressionlessly.

"Of course, of course, you need to provide some trivial help." "Such as?"

"For example, sometimes we need you to make some small 'concessions' to certain opponents during a match."

"Sorry, I cannot accept this treaty."

The smile on the Kutalan man's face froze; "Sir, do you know what this means? This is a stupid decision. Without the enterprise you will get nothing."

"…………"

Claude raised his sharp eyebrows.

"Sir, I will call you sir in return for the courtesy you just showed me, but if you continue to insult my honor, then I promise that your head will fall into your arms and no one will be able to save you."

The other party did not show any anger on his face, but the man felt a terrible majesty permeating the room. The majesty as deep as the abyss gripped the man's heart and oppressed the man's soul. Like a wild dog under the feet of a dragon, he dared not even breathe, praying that the powerful god did not notice him. Cold sweat fell from his forehead like rain.

The index finger tapped the tabletop, making a regular sound, and each tap struck the man's heart, making a loud sound like a huge bell.