Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Another problem is that the teeth of the chain saw are easily stuck with debris. When running at high speed, the gaps between the teeth can easily get stuck with debris, which may cause the chain saw to stop working.

"I'm pretty strong, so I can easily overcome the center of gravity and weight issues. As for the problem of the saw teeth getting stuck easily, because the speed of my chainsaw is very high, and most of its uses are to break through fortifications and defenses, plus my Originium skills to assist, so getting stuck is actually a very small probability event."

"Anyway, I've never encountered that before! Maybe I'm just particularly lucky." Not long after they started drinking together, Huang started to put her arm around Claude's shoulder. This girl was indeed very cheerful and outgoing, perhaps even a little careless.

"If it is used in this way, it is indeed a very suitable weapon. Then, Miss Huang, what tactics do you usually use? Do you attack from the front? But I see that you are not wearing any protective gear, so there should be great risks."

"I think her tactics may be unique in the world." The ace next to her took over the conversation. He took a deep sip of beer, and the beer foam stuck to his beard.

"Her tactic is to ride a flying vehicle to an altitude of 300 meters above the enemy's head, and then jump directly down and smash into the middle of the enemy." As the serious middle-aged man said this, he couldn't help but smile.

"She also likes to jump with her teammates, and every time she scares the other young people."

Claude was very surprised. He had never thought that someone could jump from a height of 300 meters and be safe and sound. Even when he was the head of the legion, he did not dare to be so arrogant. The only time he made a rapid landing in the air was when Hart was hit on the wing. When he stalled and rolled in the air, in order to reduce the weight of his old friend, he jumped off the back of the griffin.

And he was absolutely sure at that time that he could withstand a height of dozens of meters relying on his physical fitness, but 300 meters was definitely beyond his imagination. Although he had never tried it, he would not do such a stupid thing.

He couldn't help but look at the girl next to him with surprise. Could it be that her physical strength had surpassed that of a rank 6 demigod?

Seeing what Claude meant, Huang quickly explained.

"Mr. Claude, don't get me wrong. If I really fell from 300 meters, I would die. The main reason is that my Originium skills can help me cushion the impact, so it's the same as using a parachute. It's actually not dangerous, it's just a little scary."

Claude nodded suddenly. Even if her physical fitness reached this level, it was impossible for all her teammates who landed with her to be so strong. So there must be buffering measures, otherwise her teammates would be crushed into meat patties by the powerful impact force.

But the fact that she dared to jump from such a high place was enough to prove her extraordinary courage. Some people would not even dare to look down from this height, let alone jump.

In such a relaxed and casual atmosphere, Claude chatted with them for two or three hours. He joined their drinking group very smoothly. When saying goodbye, Huang also invited him to spar with her tomorrow. She was also very curious about Claude's strength. This was a good opportunity to hone his martial arts, so Claude agreed without hesitation.

When he opened the door, it was already past 2pm. It was time for the training of the reserve action group A4. Claude hurried to the training ground. He had been chatting too happily today. It wasn't long before the training started, so he sped up a little.

So that night, Kal'tsit inexplicably received several reports from the operators on the ship, telling her that they had encountered a thunderous sound of trampling on the deck and a black shadow flashing by on Rhodes Island, and they couldn't see what it was at all. Kal'tsit, who was known to know everything, also fell into silence. It was not until later that she adjusted the surveillance slow motion that she found out what was going on.

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"Today our meeting is about the issue of rescuing the doctor, which was raised by Amiya. This is a major matter, so all of us must vote."

Still in the same conference room, Kal'tsit sat in a seat and looked at the backbone members of Rhodes Island around her. Everyone fell silent.

Doctor, the former evil spirit of Babel, is well-known in Kazdel. Countless Sarkaz mercenaries chant this name with fear. In their hearts, this man is the embodiment of war and death. This existence, all his actions are for victory, except you, anything can be selectively abandoned. Because of his cold and ruthless, absolutely rational performance, he earned the title of the evil spirit of Babel.

After the assassination of Theresa, the leader of the Tower of Babel, the Doctor was also seriously injured. In order to save his life, Kal'tsit sent him to a device called "Sarcophagus" in the mobile city of Chernobog to maintain his life. Now that the situation of Rhodes Island is getting worse, Amiya proposed to rescue the Doctor and let him lead Rhodes Island to get out of the predicament.

During the voting session after the heated debate, Kal'tsit chose to abstain from voting. She herself didn't know how to choose, whether she should let that person come back...

In the end, the majority of the votes were in favor, so the issue of rescuing the doctor was passed. The next step was to formulate a specific plan.

Rhode Island's artificial intelligence PRTS was relied upon to verify the feasibility of the plan through budget, but the unfortunate thing was that most of the plans were proven to be unfeasible and were on the verge of a deadlock.

Disgusted with the world, he abandoned his wife, Qi Ling,

Everyone fell into speechless silence as they watched the streams of data flash across the large screen in the center.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 70: The Past

The fine marble floor was polished to be as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the scene inside the castle. Heavy and gorgeous huge curtains hung by the windows, with magnificent patterns on every corner. The sun shone into the room through the stained glass on the skylight, which was painted with a scene of a knight killing a dragon.

The walls were decorated with smooth oak boards, which shone with a warm and shiny light under the lights. The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the huge chandelier in the hall, where the energy of the magic crystal was burning, and the gentle light illuminated every corner of the room.

In the center of the spacious hall stood a long table, carved from heavy ironwood, and 10 meters long. Beside it were dozens of high-backed chairs, all polished to a perfect shine.

Claude didn't like living in the castle, it was freezing cold in the winter, and even with many people living there it always seemed deserted. But they had to live here, only the thick walls and tall fortresses here could keep them out of the wasteland when the wild beasts invaded.

That's right, the castle of Grand Duke Corcos was at the forefront of the entire empire, and they had to face the orc army every cold winter. He once asked the previous Grand Duke, his father, why he decorated the hall so magnificently in such a dangerous place, wouldn't it be easily damaged?

But the man who was as strong as a bear just patted his shoulder hard and laughed.

"Of course, because I like to! Who says that if you want to fight with those beasts, you have to make your place look like a doghouse? I like it this way! It makes me happy just looking at it."

Although the castle was decorated so beautifully, he still ate the same way as before. Every week, he and his generals would have a good meal at the long table. Of course, what they called good was not that good in Claude's opinion. After all, it was just throwing a large piece of monster meat into a pot and boiling it, and then sprinkling some spices on it and eating it. Sometimes it was covered with blood.

When they ate, they also talked about military matters. None of them used small knives and forks, because such delicate utensils could not eat such large pieces of stewed meat. They ate meat with iron forks as wide as their palms and daggers in their hands. And they always devoured it in a flash, and they also added distilled fire wine shipped from the interior of the empire, which made people feel like drinking magma in one gulp.

In this extremely cold place in the northernmost part of the empire, the empire's generals have the same temper and personality as blizzards, and they often do things without paying attention to details.

When Claude was little, they always liked to hold him on the table during meals and stuff him with pieces of meat that were much bigger than his head, saying, "A man needs to eat more meat to grow strong." But the taste of the meat they cooked was really unsatisfactory, and every time this happened, his mother would come out and kick his father, then take herself away.

The hall was always bustling all year round, where my father and his generals would command the army and repel the invasion of orcs again and again. Their loud laughter while eating could even be heard by the servants feeding the horses in the yard.

When Claude was 8 years old, he was sent to a training camp to become a reserve of the First Legion, and a sky knight came to pick him up in person. On the day of departure, his mother and father came to see him off. His mother was always a strong woman, she could break the neck of a snow wolf with her bare hands, but she cried that day. His father was wearing his heavy armor, the breastplate alone was as thick as a thumb. There was a hideous scar on his rough face, which almost blinded his left eye.

My father didn't show any sadness. He just hugged me and rubbed his face with his unshaven chin. After sending me away, he had to lead the army to go on the annual winter hunt. Of course, the hunt was for orcs. To prevent them from gathering in large numbers and threatening the borders of the empire.

By the time he climbed onto the saddle of the griffin, he had already returned to his army without looking back. The dense banners obscured his figure. The air knight who came to pick him up pulled him over with his big, gauntleted hands and put him in his arms to prevent him from falling off when the griffin was flying.

"You will be much more powerful than me in the future. After all, you are the son of the Grand Duke." Looking at the young child staring at his father, the Sky Knight also said these words with emotion.

But Claude didn't expect that this would be the last time he saw his father.

Although the orcs in the wasteland were always at a disadvantage in the war with the empire, it was not yet at the point of life and death. In that wild land, the number of orcs was always limited to a certain limit. Once this number was exceeded, a large-scale famine would occur.

Therefore, if the orcs want to develop, they must seize the empire's land. Every once in a while, when the orc population exceeds the limit and can no longer support more people, a powerful orc will rise in the wilderness and become the chief of all orcs. He will call on all orcs to attack the empire for survival, and then they will be beaten to a bloody pulp by the Grand Duke of Colcos again and again.

Then the number of orcs would drop sharply again, and they would have enough food to feed themselves and start planning the next invasion. Countless orcs shed their blood on this line of defense, but they could never move forward. This has become a curse for their race. Failure after failure has made them no longer care about anything else. For them, the only use of the children they give birth to is to die in the future, and it would be best if they could take two children with them before they die.

It seemed that the blood and bones of the orcs awakened the mercy of their gods, and a powerful leader rose up among their race. The Blackblood Broken Fang approached the interior of the empire for the first time.

Claude's father died in the wilderness. He led his army to hold out in the wilderness for seven days and nights, buying precious time for the empire's troops to mobilize. However, the entire army was attacked by orcs who outnumbered them by several times, and was completely wiped out in the wilderness.

At this critical moment, Claude's mother organized the remaining soldiers to defend the castle, successfully dispersing the orcs' forces. Then, under the emperor's order, several legions immediately prepared to march north and stopped the orc army at the border between Colcos and Dolan.

With half of the military power of the entire empire, the orcs were ultimately unable to create a miracle. Except for the Blackblood Broken Tooth who broke out with great force, all the other orcs were annihilated on the land of the empire. However, the territory of Colcos, which they swept through, was turned into a scorched earth.

After the war, Claude was allowed to return to his home, to the castle with blood-stained outer walls. Most of the servants inside had died in the war, and he found his mother in the familiar hall. She was sitting in the chair where his father often sat, staring blankly at the door.

He quickly took off his iron gloves and threw them on the ground, then walked quickly to his mother. His mother's unfocused eyes finally focused on his face. He had become a young man, so he squatted down and was a little taller than his mother when she sat. Then, as always, he lay in his mother's arms, and his mother also hugged his head.

"Jael, my Jarel. You are already a grown-up, a great knight. Your father will be very happy to see you..."

"I will definitely avenge my father."

At this time, he could no longer say anything else.

"Of course, I never doubted it. I believe my child will be an extraordinary person. Of course you can do it... Look, even your father is praising you..."

He didn't look up at that time, but remained silent.

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A few years later, when he stood on his Behemoth with his huge head with broken teeth, he would always think of that evening when the sunset was like a flame. His mother, whose hair was half white, held his head, stroked his face, and said something to him and sighed.

"My child, what are you looking for? Why are you so... lonely?..."

Yes, what was he looking for before? He couldn't go back, so why couldn't he cherish what he had now? It was a pity that when he understood this truth, it was already a little late. But at least, he hadn't missed it completely.

Unfortunately, he was too happy at that time. Just a few years later, his mother also passed away. The strong woman in the snowy land was ultimately unable to withstand the huge grief. She died early due to exhaustion.

My father was an ordinary knight in his early years. He gained his status through constant life and death on the battlefield. He later brought my mother to this northernmost defense line and stayed here for half his life. They didn't have any relatives, only the two of them depended on each other.

And he also lost the last relative in this world.

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"What on earth am I looking for?"

Claude opened his palm and looked at the delicate lines on the palm. As if he was bored and dazed, he observed the beginning and end of each line, and observed their intersection and separation. Then he closed his palm, as if he was grabbing something.

"No need to look for it anymore."

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The white knight in his hand ate the opponent's black king, and the black chess piece fell to the table with a crisp sound. Then Claude's proud voice was heard.

"I won again."

Ace straightened up with a helpless look on his face, picked up the wine glass next to him, and took another sip.

"I'd better not play it for now. I've already lost six games in a row. If I keep losing, I won't dare to play this again."

The middle-aged man with a resolute face shook his head and retreated. Then, under Claude's faintly smiling eyes, another challenger came up.

"Let me give it a try." Scout showed an eager expression and quickly placed the black chess pieces.

"Welcome, everyone is welcome." Claude also started to move, putting the white chess piece back in place.

Another fierce battle in a small space began. Both of them were concentrating, and everyone, including the audience around them, focused their attention on the small chessboard.

But under Claude's calm gaze, Scout still felt a huge pressure. He had no idea whether the move he made was what Claude wanted him to do or what he wanted to do. No matter how bold his attempts were, the other party was always unmoved and easily resolved them one by one.

The game became more and more difficult for him to play, and each move took a huge amount of effort. It was like he was caught in a spider's web, and the more he struggled, the greater the resistance became, until it finally tightened and strangled him.

Finally, it was time to close the net. By the time Scout realized what was happening, the opponent had already won the game and he had no chance to struggle. No matter which step he took, he would be dead, so he simply admitted defeat.

"Mr. Claude, you are too good. It's as if you have already figured out how to deal with me from the beginning! I always feel that every move I make is within your expectations. This game is really too uncomfortable."

Scout complained to Claude that it was definitely not a pleasant feeling to be controlled by the other party at every step. It was like being tied to a place and could only watch the sharp blade getting closer and closer to his chest. He had no way to do anything but wait to die.

"So those guys didn't want to play chess with me anymore, saying it wasn't fun at all. But this is your first time."

Claude stopped pretending and smiled smugly. It seemed like he had quite a bit of fun, and his expression even looked a bit funny.

After Scout was defeated, the rest of the people calmed down. Scout was already one of the best chess players among them. If they couldn't even beat him, they would be asking for trouble. So no matter how Claude looked at them expectantly, no one would dare to take the lead.

"What a shame! If the doctor were still alive, he would be able to rival you, Mr. Claude."

Huang, who was watching with great interest at the side, suddenly said this, which instantly aroused Claude's interest.

"Oh, isn't that doctor here now? He must be very powerful."

"Of course, the doctor is very good at chess. In the past, no one here could match him. But he is not here for some special reasons. I'm sorry, Mr. Claude, I can't tell you this unless Ms. Kal'tsit gives an order or she tells you in person."

Miss Huang looked apologetic to Claude, but Claude supported his chin with his hand, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Doctor?"

The Rise of the Reunion Movement: Chapter 71: The Knight's Ambition

She picked up the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip of the bitter drink, which was the most concentrated black coffee. But the woman with green hair mixed in her white hair drank it all without changing her expression. The slender white fingers of her left hand gently tapped the keyboard, listing one plan and table after another that would dazzle ordinary people.

The green dress she wore revealed her shoulders, and the crystals on it clearly showed her identity: she was an infected person.

Kal'tsit worked without distraction until she finished today's medical record sorting work. After filing all the documents, she had 10 minutes of free time, but she still sat back at her desk, rubbed her temples, hesitated for a moment, took out a tube of medicine from the desk and injected it into the deltoid muscle of her shoulder.

After the injection, she threw the remaining packaging into a special trash can. She looked much better. Then she pulled out the plans one by one from the computer. Seeing the red rejection marks on most of the plans, she felt a shadow in her heart.

It was really difficult to achieve their goal. It was difficult to bring the doctor out of the city of Ursus Empire with their current strength. And as an immortal, Kal'tsit knew very well what they would encounter. If they went to pick up the doctor, the omnipresent and insidious black snake would definitely notice them, which would bring countless troubles.

Feeling a little irritated again, she stood up and wanted to get herself another cup of coffee. But there was a ding-dong sound from the terminal on the table, and she subconsciously sat back down, opened the message, and then raised her eyebrows involuntarily.

5 minutes later.

"Mr. Claude, Ms. Kal'tsit has agreed to meet you. Please go through channel 3."

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Gently knocking on the door of a room he had never seen before, Claude waited patiently for a while until he heard a response, then he turned the handle and walked in.

This is more like a doctor's office than an office. A light-colored curtain blocked off a space next to the desk, which contained various medical equipment. Dr. Kelsey in front of him also had a stethoscope hanging around his neck and a medical operator's armband on his arm, and he looked like he was working.

"Hello, Dr. Kelsey, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Kal'tsit looked at the young man in front of her, at his smooth forehead and narrow eyes. No matter how you look at him, he is a young man full of vigor and vitality, but when dealing with him, she always feels that he has much more experience than that. Not to mention the things he did, even in her opinion, they were not trivial matters.

"Of course, Mr. Claude, you are our important partner, and you certainly have the right to propose plans to us." Kal'tsit remained calm. She wanted to hear what the other party wanted to do.

"Excuse me, Dr. Kal'tsit, do you know someone code-named "Doctor"?"

Kal'tsit did not show any surprise, because she knew very well that with this man's ability, after staying on this landship for so long, it was natural for him to know the Doctor.

"Mr. Claude, I do know the relevant situation, but I don't think it has anything to do with our cooperation." Kal'tsit subconsciously wanted to refuse the other party.

"Don't rush to reject me, Dr. Kal'tsit. You are worried about something right now, right?"

Kal'tsit glanced at Claude before speaking.

"I don't think I've revealed any flaws. How did you see that, Mr. Claude?"

"Based on intuition, that is, guesswork. Of course, I'm sure now."

Kal'tsit's expression froze for a moment, then immediately recovered. But she fell silent for a moment, and Claude continued.

"Your company's operations personnel are lacking a true commander, right?"

"Did you guess this, too, Mr. Claude?"

"No, I can still see that kind of thing, and your company has never thought of covering it up, right?" Claude adjusted his sitting posture slightly to make himself sit more upright.

"Then let me make another bold guess. Is the "Doctor" the former commander-in-chief?"