Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 93 Where did the horse come from? ?

It was getting late, and Herag was ready to say goodbye, but Hart didn't want to leave at all. She grabbed the door frame with her hands, desperately resisting her father's pulling. Her strong finger strength even made her fingers and nails sink into the wood, making a harsh crackling sound. Seeing that Hart's face had turned red, but she still stubbornly didn't want to leave, Claude couldn't help but speak.

"It's already so late, why don't you stay here? There are many rooms here, I'll have someone arrange one for you."

Herag wanted to decline, but Hart's eyes lit up and he looked at him eagerly. Herag's tough expression softened after a few seconds. He sighed, worried about his wayward daughter, but still spoke to Claude.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Claude."

"Please don't meet me, Mr. Herag. You are Hart's father, and I will give you my full trust. From now on, you can come and go freely in this city hall. If there is any problem with your clinic, you can always report it to me."

Claude made a solemn promise to him. He never made a promise easily, but once he made a promise, he would always do it. So far, there has been no exception. The city hall fell silent in the middle of the night. The shouts of the soldiers seemed to be thousands of miles away, vaguely inaudible, but Herag could feel the weight of this sentence more. He was once a general, so he naturally understood what it meant to make such a promise.

He nodded seriously to Claude, indicating that he understood his promise.

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After a long voyage, Chernobyl finally arrived at its intended destination. In order to bring the city to a stable stop, it was necessary to slowly reduce its speed. The deceleration process alone took a full four days, and a large number of technicians were required to work closely together in this process. After a series of complicated procedures, the movement mechanism of the mobile city was gradually decelerated.

The Reunion soldiers who were experiencing this process for the first time did not know the specific situation, so when the violent tremor occurred, they all thought it was a natural disaster and climbed out of their beds.

Charles also jumped up immediately. He didn't have time to put on his armor. He just picked up his axe, opened the door and rushed out. His duty was to protect his general. Although the general didn't necessarily need his protection, it was the most important thing in his life. Although he didn't know what was going on with the violent shaking, he had to get the general out of the building.

He rushed to the general's room as quickly as possible and knocked on the door anxiously. But strangely, it took a long time for Claude to come and open the door. After learning the reason why the soldiers got up, Claude didn't know what expression to show, but he had more troublesome things to deal with now, so he told Charles a few words and asked him to appease the soldiers.

Charles knew the reason, so he was no longer in a hurry. Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped in confusion, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"Is this an illusion? Why did I hear the sound of hooves hitting the ground just now?"

But soon he stopped paying attention to this matter. After all, this was the general's room. What could go wrong? He should hurry up and complete the task assigned to him. Don't let those guys line up outside and wake up the surrounding residents in the middle of the night.

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We turn the time back to 30 minutes ago, Claude was sleeping soundly in his bed. The third-level extraordinary people are already able to fully control their bodies, so they don't make small movements like ordinary people in their sleep, nor do they make any abnormal noises. They are too quiet.

At this moment, Claude's hands and feet were all curled up in the quilt, lying flat on the bed. The quilt was not folded at all, as if it was covering a corpse. Only the calm and long breathing sound roamed in the room.

At this time, Claude had a very strange dream, so strange that he thought the black snake had come back again. Many knights would suppress their mental activities after reaching the third level, so that they would not dream during sleep, but Claude did not advocate this practice. In his opinion, dreams are a kind of relaxation for the spirit. After all, people are not machines. Suppressing soldiers too much will cause serious psychological damage to them.

So even though he was dreaming, Claude knew clearly that he was in a dream. At this moment, he suddenly found himself running on a vast grassland, which was nothing, but he was surprised to find that it was not his feet wearing leg armor that were running on the plain.

When he lowered his head, he only saw the slender horse legs covered with black fur and the black hoofs on them, trampling the grass and galloping forward. He stopped involuntarily and looked carefully, and then he found that he seemed to be a horse now.

As his mind moved, a large lake appeared out of nowhere on the grass. He walked to the lake and looked at his current appearance through his reflection in the water.

What came into view was an extremely majestic warhorse, with well-developed muscles wrapped in silky smooth fur, which rolled under the fur as the body moved, exuding a terrifying sense of power. The long mane on the neck almost reached the chest, fluttering slightly in the air under the breeze of the grassland. The slender and strong four legs were nailed to the ground like wooden stakes. On the slender and muscular neck was a head with extremely harmonious proportions, and the piercing eyes on it flashed with golden lightning, which overflowed from the eye sockets and crackled in the air.

If Claude had encountered such a horse when he was a knight, he would be willing to pay thousands of gold coins for it. After all, he had never seen such a majestic warhorse. But if he became like this...

After searching his mind carefully and confirming that the unlucky black snake had not come to cause trouble, Claude finally felt relieved and regarded this scene as a rather strange dream. Putting aside the strange feeling, his current state was still very novel, and he couldn't help but start running on the grassland again.

When he calmed down, he realized how much the horse had paid for running. Every inch of its body was designed for running. There was no sense of obstruction when running. Even the passing wind was singing for him. During his hearty run, he passed through one field after another, leaving the sunset on the horizon.

This kind of free and purposeless running is addictive. He didn't know how far he had run, and there was no such thing as endurance in a dream, until a violent knock on the door suddenly woke him up.

The Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 94 It’s broken, I’ve become a mount!

Claude was awakened by the knock on the door, and his expression suddenly became serious. If it was not necessary, his captain of the guards would not wake him up when he was sleeping. It must be an emergency. He immediately stood up and wanted to open the door, but just after he took two steps, he suddenly felt the sound of hooves hitting the floor behind him.

He turned his head in surprise, and then he saw a very bizarre scene. The horse that had just appeared in his dream was right behind him, and it turned its head in exactly the same way as he did. The majestic warhorse was so tall that it almost filled the room, but its movements now seemed extremely stiff, just as stiff as Claude's.

The air froze for a moment, and only the lightning from the warhorse's eyes crackled in the air.

Claude didn't know how such a big horse appeared in his room silently, and its behavior seemed so strange. Moreover, in his territory, it gave him the feeling of a stone, without any life characteristics, so he didn't notice it when he got up just now.

Claude looked at the warhorse, and various thoughts flashed through his mind. He then analyzed and coordinated them, and suddenly a flash of inspiration exploded in his mind. This possibility surprised him, but it was the most credible one at the moment. He tentatively began to move his ankles, and the black warhorse really began to move its hooves.

Claude suddenly had a strange feeling, as if his body was divided into two. When his brain gave an idea, both bodies moved together. At this moment, he seemed to be both a man and a horse, with two legs and four hooves.

He tried to control this feeling and merge the two bodies into one, and then the majestic black warhorse in front of him began to gradually fade away until it finally disappeared into the air. At this time, he returned to his normal state.

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent. In order to prevent Charles from breaking down the door, he had to open it first. Only after opening the door did he know why Charles was panicking and why the soldiers had to get up in the middle of the night to gather.

He rubbed his eyes helplessly. This was indeed his negligence. He did not arrange for someone to tell the soldiers what to pay attention to after arriving in the city. But now he had a more important problem to solve. Where did the horse come from? If he didn't figure it out, he would not be able to sleep tonight, so he could only ask Charles to call the soldiers back.

Only after the door was closed did Claude continue his experiment. He recalled the wonderful feeling just now and tried to find the horse from his mind. It was not difficult. It was as if he had mastered a special ability overnight. The black horse gradually took shape in front of him.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to touch the strange creature in front of him, but the warhorse also raised its hoof at the same time. Claude frowned, and it seemed that the ideas in his mind would be executed by two bodies at the same time. In this case, many ideas in his mind could not be realized.

He began to try to control both bodies at the same time so that when he made a move, the warhorse would not follow. This was really not easy, as if he was splitting his spirit into two halves, and it was extremely painful, but Claude's strong will drove him to continue.

Then a strange scene appeared in the room, a man and a horse made strange movements, and their movements looked very strange under the shining of two moons outside the window. If someone was lucky enough to see this scene, it would definitely leave an indelible impression on him. The sound of horse hooves trampling the floor could be heard continuously in the room.

The moon gradually set, and the morning sun began to shine on the earth. Claude finally achieved his goal. Looking at the warhorse in front of him that no longer imitated his movements, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A sleepless night did not have much impact on him. He still looked energetic. Crade raised the corners of his mouth. He suddenly had a bold idea, but this idea was not feasible indoors, so he opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he happened to see Tallulah, and Margaret was with her. The two of them ran into Claude and were about to say hello, but Claude excitedly asked them to go out with him, saying that he had found something interesting.

The two of them had nothing to do, so they followed Claude out. Claude walked in a hurry, but he arrived at the logistics department first.

"Beast saddle? General, what do you want that for? We don't have any camels here."

Skov looked at Claude in surprise. The other party just rushed in and asked for a saddle and all the corresponding equipment.

"Just go find it. If you don't have one, make one. Don't worry, it will definitely be useful."

Claude kept it a secret, leaving the three people around him confused.

There really wasn't any beast saddle like what Claude described in the Reunion Movement. After all, most camels were used to transport goods. Their saddles were destined to be unsuitable for riding people, so he had to make one.

Fortunately, with the help of the industrial equipment in this city, it was very easy to make a set of saddles. Then some leather was used as the seat cushion, and elastic polymer materials were filled in it. Soon, a very sophisticated set of equipment was made. Considering the weight, the whole saddle was made of black composite materials to ensure sufficient strength under the condition of lightness. Skov also decorated it with golden curling grass patterns ingeniously, adding a bit of nobility to the whole set of saddles.

Then, under their expectant gazes, Claude concentrated his mind and began to summon the horse here.

As expected, the moment this black horse appeared, it attracted exclamations. Not only these three people, but also some passing soldiers were attracted. They looked at this majestic creature and whispered. Claude picked up the saddle on the ground and quickly put it on the warhorse.

Then he turned around, looked at the surprised expressions of the crowd, and couldn't help laughing. The horse next to him also neighed, bringing the dazed people back to their senses, but Claude slapped his forehead in annoyance.

"I can't control it again..."

Before anyone could ask him any questions, he stepped into the stirrup and sat on it. When he reached out to grab the reins, he realized that the reins seemed redundant. He didn't need the reins to control the horse at all. The horse would move as he wished.

'Well, this is not really me riding myself.'

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 95 My Beloved Horse (Sure!)

Claude sat firmly on the saddle and drove the warhorse forward. The warhorse's heavy hooves trampled on the grass and began to trot slowly. Claude skillfully lowered his body and began to drive it to speed up. The warhorse's long legs moved faster and faster, and the long mane on its neck began to flutter in the wind.

The logistics department was located next to a stadium, so Claude drove his horse directly into the stadium. The huge warhorse, with amazing momentum, rushed all the way and rushed into the gate of the stadium, leaving passers-by with stunned expressions, looking at the direction he was going.

At this moment, Claude was surprised at his own amazing speed. The speed of this black warhorse running at full speed was no less than that of various mechanical vehicles, and even faster than most vehicles. And until now, he did not feel any signs of exhaustion.

That's right, this warhorse consumed his physical strength. After all, it was suspected to be something differentiated from his soul, so in the final analysis, it was still him who was running, just much faster than before. And what surprised him most was that the horse's mass was indeed real. When it stepped on the grass, it would leave footprints on the grass, showing that it really had a terrible weight.

Now the combined weight of him and the warhorse, at the current speed, would have an extremely terrifying impact force if they collided with the enemy. This was exactly why knights were invincible on the battlefield. When they maintained their formation, they could use their extremely powerful impact force to break through the enemy's defenses and open a breakthrough for their own side.

The Sky Knights of the Human Empire are undoubtedly the rulers of the battlefield, but their numbers are few and far between. The real backbone of the Imperial Knights, the real main force responsible for tearing apart the enemy's defenses on the battlefield are the traditional shock knights. There are quite a few such knights in Claude's legion. After all, the total number of Sky Knights is less than 1, and of course the entire First Legion is composed of other arms.

These knights were equipped with the highest product of the Empire's alchemical technology: alchemical war horses. These creatures were placed in alchemical containers from the embryonic stage, and every step of their growth was carefully regulated. The bones of the whole body were also replaced with stronger materials, and finally those huge creatures were cultivated. Each of them could wear heavy armor and carry a fully armed knight. They charged at a speed of more than 80 kilometers per hour. They were tireless and fearless of pain, and could be said to be the best impact mounts.

Claude was once very interested in these powerful war beasts, but he gave up the idea in the end, not for any other reason, but because Hart would be jealous. But the difference between controlling a griffin and controlling a warhorse is not particularly big, not to mention that this warhorse can move according to his will, so there is no difficulty at all.

He even got excited and controlled the warhorse to jump onto the nearby stand and began to walk along the narrow edge. The four horse hooves stepped precisely on the three-inch wide edge without any mistakes, and walked on the dangerous platform as if it were flat ground. He pulled the reins again with muscle memory, and the warhorse jumped directly from the 4-meter high platform. The moment it landed, it stepped deeply into several pits on the ground.

With a gentle push on the horse's belly, the horse jumped up from the ground, jumping three or four meters high, and then landed lightly on the ground. He excitedly manipulated the horse to perform various actions in the field, and Tallulah and Margaret, who followed him, also watched him perform these strange actions.

The handsome black knight sat on the majestic black warhorse, looking so harmonious. The knight and his mount were in tune with each other, and any action they made could be perfectly coordinated. This scene had a thrilling attraction at the moment, and the surrounding soldiers and civilians were attracted involuntarily, and the soldiers spontaneously formed a barrier to keep the civilians out.

Everyone looked at the black beast with curiosity. It looked familiar, but no one could tell what it was. However, the beast's coordinated and beautiful limbs made them exclaim in admiration, especially the dark fur and sturdy body that shone under the light, which had a beauty that transcended race.

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"Okay, time to test the next one."

As Claude spoke, he pulled out a lance from behind him and connected the two sections of the lance together to form a lance more than three meters long. He tied the reins of the warhorse to the saddle so that he could use the lance with both hands. He grabbed the winged helmet from his waist and put it on his head. He reached out and called a soldier, whispered a few words in his ear, and then waited patiently on the spot.

It was always a little inconvenient to breathe in a helmet. A large part of the water vapor exhaled from the mouth and nose would be bounced back by the helmet, and the voice would be particularly loud. Especially the narrow observation port in front of the eyes, which was a necessary sacrifice for defense. It was difficult for ordinary people to wear a helmet all day long, but this was no problem for Claude. As long as he put on the helmet, he would enter a unique state, with a high degree of mental concentration and a higher level of brain activity, which was more like a psychological suggestion.

Soon, a steel target was placed on the sports field, and a strong soldier used a hammer to nail it deep into the ground. Then everyone left the field and gave the entire sports field to him.

The entire stadium was 500 meters long. He looked at the steel target at the other end of the track and started to drive the warhorse under his crotch. The warhorse started slowly on the plastic track. It took only a few seconds for its speed to increase from slow to fast. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black whirlwind.

At this time, Claude did not put the spear under his armpit, but raised it above his head and controlled it with both hands. This method was suitable for attacking the enemy from a high position. He stepped on the stirrups with both feet and pressed his body firmly on the saddle, fixing him and the warhorse together.

The distance of 500 meters was reached in the blink of an eye. The horse had already passed the target before it could even reach its fastest speed. At the moment the opportunity came, Claude thrust out the spear in his hand. The spear was high above and penetrated the steel target without any hindrance, nailing it to the ground. Then he moved the tail of the spear forward from above his body, and used the speed of the horse to pull out the spear blade.

Relying on pure strength, his spear easily penetrated the steel target, just like tearing a piece of thin paper, without even feeling any resistance. This was the terrible destructive power brought by the huge mass and extremely fast speed of the warhorse. In the past, he could never achieve such a degree with a casual attack.

Although I don’t know why I have undergone such a change, it seems that it is not a bad thing now.

He rolled over and fell off the warhorse. The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a sense of unreality. The warhorse had almost become his legs.

A pair of white, slender, but calloused hands pressed on the nose of the warhorse. Margaret stared at the animal in front of her with full concentration. It looked very much like the ancestors. No, perhaps it was also an incarnation of the ancestors. When the humans on this continent were pushing their Originium skills with all their strength, sometimes a phantom would appear behind them, but no phantom could ever become a physical entity.

"Want to go up and give it a try?"

Margaret turned around suddenly and saw Claude looking at her with a wicked smile.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 96: Riding a Horse?

Chernobyl is a very special city, because it is not driven by Originium energy, but powered by the mysterious sarcophagus. This is why it does not have the thorny Originium pollution problem in ordinary mobile city reactors. When its engine, which has been running for a month, begins to stagnate, the speed is much faster than that of ordinary Originium energy engines.

The huge city stopped in a valley, which was a long-selected stop. Not only was it secretive enough, but it could also receive various supplies from Casimir next door.

Workers are busy in various parts of the city. Every time the city is moved, it must be overhauled to prevent problems when it starts moving next time. This is related to the lives of everyone in the city, so no one will be careless about this. The whole city has entered a state of martial law, and fully armed soldiers can be seen patrolling everywhere to guard against possible saboteurs.

The white-haired Kuranta girl was sitting on a billboard. This was the tallest building in the entire city. With her extraordinary eyesight, a large area of ​​the entire city was exposed in her eyes. During the march in the city, in order to prevent the possible supporters of the Ursus Empire in the city, Xinteleya's task was to patrol the city during this period to eliminate this possibility.

This job is very busy. Although all the forces of the entire Integration Movement will cooperate with her, the city is too big after all, and patrolling is very time-consuming. So she hasn't seen Claude much these days. After all, Claude has a lot of work to do, and there are countless things in this city that need him to deal with every day.

But today, her work is completely over. The city has reached the base of the integration movement, and a large number of soldiers will be added to maintain the order of the city. By then, she will not need to work so hard every day.

She stood up and stretched her body, letting the heavy fur cape slide off her arms. She put her longbow on her back and began to brush off the dust on her body. She would go back to her dormitory, wash and dress herself, and then go find Claude.

She tied the cloak made of the beast hunted by Claude on her shoulders again. She couldn't help but look in the direction of the city hall from afar, muttering to herself:

"I wonder what Claude is doing right now? He must be working very hard."

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"Isn't this the incarnation of your Originium skill, Claude? How can I ride it?"

Miss Knight seemed very surprised. In her impression, it was already astonishing enough that the incarnation of Originium skills could have a physical body, but how could it be used by others?

"Just sit on it with confidence. I can control it."

At this moment, Claude was like a boy who had discovered something interesting and wanted to share it with others.

Finally, her trust in Claude prevailed, and Margaret followed Claude's example and stepped into the pedals, then turned over and sat on it with some unfamiliarity. Then she looked around curiously, as if she had never seen such a perspective before.

"Generally speaking, to ride this thing well, you just need to keep your body balanced and don't fall off it. It's easier said than done, but it requires strong body coordination. But I think this won't be a problem for you."

As he spoke, Claude began to drive the black warhorse, and as his will operated, the warhorse began to move forward slowly. Margaret got the hang of it very quickly, as if it was an instinct in her body. She held the reins and began to control the direction skillfully.

As the warhorse began to gallop around the field, she couldn't suppress a smile on her face. Casimir's knights were called knights, but they basically had no mounts. They relied entirely on Kuranta's powerful legs to complete various tactical tasks. For excellent knights, riding a mount was still a novel experience.

Curious Tallulah also stood in front of Claude, looking at Miss Margaret driving the black creature. They had the same ears and tails, which looked a little strange at first glance.

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After running for about 10 minutes, Margaret finally stopped, feeling unsatisfied, and controlled the horse to stop beside them.

"I don't know what causes this phenomenon. If we can replicate this factor, there should be great potential..."

Tallulah thought about it. With this warhorse, Claude's combat effectiveness was improved by more than one level. If every soldier of the Integration Movement could do this, it would be a great breakthrough in combat effectiveness for them.

Claude knew nothing about this either, and the only information he could provide was that he had a weird dream. So they quickly stopped wasting brain cells on this thinking, after all, without enough information, thinking would be useless.

Claude reached out and stroked the horse's long mane, the smooth and warm feel was like stroking a piece of fine silk. It didn't look like a creature made of flesh and blood, but rather like a finely carved work of art.

The warhorse did not react at all. It was now more like a machine, a machine that operated upon input of commands. Its eyes, which were covered with lightning and whose specific features could not be seen clearly, added a mysterious aura to it.

Claude reached out and removed the saddle and reins, then took the warhorse back. Apart from the hoof prints left on the surrounding grass, there was no evidence to indicate that a group of horses had ever galloped here.

"Okay, that's enough fun. I still have a lot of work to do and I need to get it done."

Claude put the saddle on his shoulders and waved goodbye to his companions.

The Rise of Reunion: Chapter 97: Strong and Weak Ursus

Saint Steed Castle, the greatest city in Ursus, a city made of steel, rock and the indomitable spirit of the Ursus people. No city has ever looked so majestic, with towering black buildings that seemed to pierce through the clouds, not to mention the huge black walls that seemed to connect the sky and the earth, covered with countless artillery fire, which could frighten any battle-hardened general at a glance.

In the morning, the huge golden bell in the center of the city began to ring. The clear sound of the bell penetrated the clouds and echoed throughout the city, waking up anyone who was still sleeping. However, the most noble and honorable building in Ursus: the emperor's palace, was silent without any human voice, because of the hidden anger of its owner, and fell into a strange silence.

The palace guards began to open the heavy gate. The operation of the metal hinges and mechanical connecting rods made a lot of noise. The engine ran at full speed and finally slowly opened the two-meter-thick metal gate.

The fully armed black soldiers walked out of the door in an orderly formation. The sound of their heavy boots stepping on the ground was extremely neat and rhythmic. Like a piece of black cloth, they moved outside the city wall without any deformation and began to replace their colleagues from last night.