Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The burly Koval held a portable heavy machine in his hand. He stuffed a steel nail with a complex mechanical device into it like loading a bullet, and with his other hand, he pulled the alloy ring at the end of the steel cable and pulled the trigger hard against the alloy ring.

With a loud bang, the complex alloy mechanical nail was firmly nailed into the ground. The front end of the nail opened underground, firmly clamping the entire steel cable in this position.

Claude let go and pulled up another cable, doing the same thing.

Soon, more than a dozen steel cables firmly fixed the bar, like a spider's nest. After finishing the work, Koval and his team prepared to pack up and hide in the bar. Claude was about to go in, but he took two steps and suddenly, a familiar feeling made him stop. This feeling was so familiar, as if he had experienced it for decades.

He thought about it for a moment and understood what it was - this was the ether-rich environment that he was extremely familiar with! It was too arbitrary to say that this was ether, this energy was so complex and chaotic. It was completely different from the gentle and peaceful ether, and was full of destructive desires. But this was also the first time he felt something similar to ether in this world.

He looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky formed a huge vortex. The vortex was so huge that it enveloped the city, like a huge mouth in the abyss, ready to swallow everything. And the huge and chaotic energy was in the vortex, pouring down from the sky to the ground.

"Claude, what are you daydreaming about? Come in quickly! A natural disaster is coming." Koval's strong arms firmly grasped the door panel blown by the strong wind and shouted at Claude.

Claude came back to his senses. Although he was extremely curious about this ether-like energy, he knew that now was not the time to explore it. He was not arrogant enough to underestimate the natural disaster. He quickly took two quick steps and rushed into the bar. The moment he came in, Koval slammed the door shut.

The noisy noises outside could be heard from inside the bar. Water was dripping from everyone's raincoats, soaking the floor.

"Okay, now that you've finished your work, come over and have a couple of drinks to warm yourself up." Old Martin called out.

Claude also walked over and took a beer as usual, drinking it in two gulps. He greeted the others and turned to walk towards the basement. He had to figure out what this ether-like energy was and whether it would be helpful to him.

Locking the door of the basement, Claude didn't want anything on him to disturb others. Sitting on the bed, he assumed the meditation posture he was used to, and guided his breathing with a skilled method. In a flash, he had entered the ideal state, and his spirit seemed to have left his body, observing his body from the outside. This perspective could see things that he couldn't see normally, and he could see mixed colors entwined around him.

Such a mixed energy was something Claude had never seen before. The color of ether was light white, and it had no characteristics. It could only become other elements after being transformed by the human body. Moreover, this mixed energy sent Claude a frantic message. Yes, frantic. It also contained a lot of meaningless nonsense that could not be parsed or understood. It was just like the sound of wind and rain in nature, without any meaning, but with crazy emotions.

Claude frowned. He finally saw something similar to ether in this world, but it looked very dangerous. He was not sure what the consequences would be if he used it for cultivation. But he could not give up this opportunity rashly. In the 20 years in this world, this was the only time he had seen such a situation. His current strength was not enough to completely protect his important things and people in this dangerous land. Moreover, there was no such thing as too much strength. Only when the crisis came did one regret having too little strength.

Claude stared at the mixed energy around him and used his mind to guide it into his body. He was very cautious and only attracted a small part of the energy. This little bit of energy entered his body from the outside. He tried to analyze this power to see if he could make it less complicated, filter out some of its impurities, and make it gentler. The mind entered, dispersed the energy, and began to analyze its internal composition. This was not an easy task, and there was a lot of resistance. When the mind entered the energy, it would also be affected by it, and all kinds of negative emotions continued to erode Claude.

Claude remained unmoved. It would be ridiculous to try to shake his will with just this little bit of negative emotion.

The chaotic and disordered parts were continuously separated and released from the body, and the remaining part of the energy ball became smaller and smaller, until it was only 1/5 of the original. Looking at the energy ball that was much milder than before, Claude breathed a sigh of relief. The purity of this energy ball had reached his standard and could be integrated into the body for cultivation.

Guide this energy and let it slowly enter his own bones. Claude, who was already familiar with it, easily achieved the first step of cultivation.

Generally speaking, the first step for a mortal to become a superhuman is to strengthen his bones. This is the safest strategy. As the bones continue to strengthen, the superhuman's ability to withstand blows will be significantly improved. Only after this step is achieved will the next steps be safer. Of course, there are other paths, but those methods will have significant hidden dangers. For example, if a superhuman strengthens his muscles first, when his muscles are strengthened to a certain limit, his fragile bones will not be able to support his body and will be easily broken by his muscles.

Strengthening bones will also greatly improve the extraordinary person's hematopoietic ability, allowing them to recover faster after injury and also improve their physical fitness to a certain extent.

Claude's method is one of the methods used by the Imperial Army. Few armies pursue rapid mass production, because the combat effectiveness of such eager-to-achieve extraordinary people is often worrying. Therefore, the methods used by the army are more focused on building a foundation and are easier to master.

Claude's efficiency in cultivation could not be compared with that of his previous life, but the good news was that the energy he cultivated was inexhaustible. Just like a whale absorbing water, a constant stream of mixed energy was processed in his body and mixed into his bones. The cells in his bones were cheering and reveling, bursting with unparalleled vitality to continuously reinforce the bones, making them more resilient, stronger, and less vulnerable to blows.

The physical talent of this world surprised Claude. The energy was integrated so smoothly without any blockage. The feeling of watching oneself become stronger little by little was addictive. Claude did not notice the passage of time.

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A day later, Claude finally came back to his senses from that state. Of course, this was also related to the dissipation of energy. He jumped off the bed and walked to the mirror. Looking at his body that had grown taller, Claude couldn't help but smile. He successfully reached the first stage of the extraordinary ladder and strengthened his bones to the point where he could accept muscle strengthening. Now his bones have become extremely tough and can withstand several times the force before.

He twisted his body and the sound of bones rubbing against each other came from all over his body. The new bones were cheering.

He turned around, opened the door and walked upstairs. The pub was still the same, but everyone else had left and only old Martin was left.

"Claude, are you hungry? You haven't eaten for a day."

After hearing Martin's call, Claude belatedly felt the hunger in his stomach. This time the hunger was so strong, as if every cell in his body was demanding more nutrition. But his body did not feel tired, like a hungry tiger, hunger would not make it weak, but only make it more ferocious.

Without saying anything, he sat on the chair. "Martin, hurry up and serve the food that can be prepared now."

Martin looked at Claude with some surprise. Claude's tone had never been so urgent. He usually spoke at a steady pace. No matter what the situation was, he always seemed to be calm and composed.

Martin turned around and brought a large plate of toast from the kitchen. There was also some leftover broth from yesterday, which was heated on the stove. This was originally the breakfast he prepared for himself. Claude grabbed the bread, dipped it in the broth and began to eat it with relish. He let the warm food flow from his mouth and fill his empty stomach.

He had always been full of respect for food, and he would not refuse food no matter whether it tasted bad or good. Of course, if conditions allowed, he would still prefer to eat more delicious food. He ate more than a dozen loaves of bread and a large pot of broth in one breath, and the hunger that almost destroyed his sanity slowly subsided.

Martin looked at Claude in surprise. "Even a strong man from Vaifan can't eat so much, why are you so hungry all of a sudden?"

Claude thought for a moment and said, "It has something to do with my Originium skills."

Martin showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, nodded and stopped asking questions.

There are so many different Originium skills in this world, and no one has ever been able to count all of them. So this excuse is almost universal.

Coming out of the bar, Claude looked at the dilapidated streets. After the natural disaster, the entire street was turned upside down. The trash cans on the street were overturned, and the garbage inside was blown all over the street. Many plants and trees on the green belts were uprooted, and some were even blown onto some low-rise bungalows. The accumulated water on the ground had been drained, and the sun in the sky reappeared, shining on the ground, and the water vapor evaporated, showing a hazy scene.

This kind of weather is not pleasant because the water vapor evaporated by the high temperature sun makes people feel very stuffy, but compared with natural disasters, it seems to be bearable.

Miss Xinteleia did not come to work on time today. Now that the natural disaster has just passed, Claude is a little worried that something may have happened to her, so he decided to visit her at the address she gave him.

He picked up some sweets in a newly opened shopping mall. In his impression, girls seemed to like to eat these, and of course, he liked them too.

Carrying the gift, he quickly arrived at his destination at a faster speed than usual. He knocked on the door of Room 302 of a small apartment, but no one answered. Claude frowned. He had called the other party a long time ago, but the other party did not answer. Now she was not at home. Could something really have happened?

He knocked on the door of the neighboring resident. After a while, a tired-looking office worker opened the door, looked at him and said, "My lord knight, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, sir. I want to ask you about your neighbor in Room 302, the young lady with white hair. Do you know where she went?"

The other party looked at him in surprise: "Miss? Sir, what are you talking about? There is a gentleman living next door to me, and he is not a young man."

“…………Is that so? Maybe I made a mistake. Sorry to bother you.”

As he watched the other party close the door, thoughts flashed through Claude's eyes.

………………

"I see. I've really become slow."

Unwrap the gift in your hand, take out a piece of dessert, put it in your mouth and chew it, feeling the gentle sweetness spreading on the tip of your tongue until it gradually disappears.

A New Beginning: Chapter 13 The Show Begins

"Dear citizens of the Great Knight Territory, today is the most important day, because our Knight Special Championship will usher in its final conclusion. The only two remaining players on the field will compete to determine who will be the champion!!!"

"This is a grand event for the Grand Knight Territory, and also a grand event for the entire Casimir. After today, Casimir will have another champion knight!! A new single-word titled knight!!"

"There are already more than 10 spectators in the stadium!! There are still people coming in from all over the place. Outside the arena is already a sea of ​​people!! A sea of ​​​​jubilation!!!"

"Our audience has never been so large. What attracted them? Is it the mysterious and powerful Claude Aite, or the glorious Margaret Linguang??!!!!"

"The audience is getting excited. They are waiting for the main character to appear!! Oh my god, I can hardly hear my own voice. Such enthusiasm!!!"

The sky was clear and the sun shone brightly on the city, illuminating the white walls of the arena.

Claude was still sitting in the waiting area, lying on the sofa, looking very lazy. He tapped his fingers on his arm armor, looking like he was thinking. Generally speaking, as the leader of the legion, Claude rarely showed such a lazy look. But he was in a very good mood and felt very relaxed.

Claude looked defenseless now, but those who were familiar with their legion commander in his previous life knew that this was a manifestation of his inner desire for fighting, and he was relaxing his body.

The frequency of my fingers tapping became faster and faster, and I thought to myself: "It should be soon..."

"The enthusiasm of the audience can no longer be stopped. Okay, time is up! Please enter the venue!!!"

Claude stood up, put on his helmet, gartered his sword, picked up his spear, and walked towards the light outside.

The moment he stepped out of the passage, the original cheers seemed to be amplified tenfold in an instant, and the whole world was filled with cheers, and the sound shook the surrounding walls. Tens of thousands of people's eyes were instantly focused on Claude. So many eyes were focused on the same person. If it were someone else, they might find it difficult to move forward, but Claude still walked towards the preparation position very calmly.

The tall black knight, holding a spear in his hand, walked into the arena in a calm and indifferent manner. He had an aura of rightness, as if he was born to be watched, surrounded, praised, and praised by tens of thousands of people.

This heroic gesture aroused the audience's enthusiasm even further, sparking wave after wave of cheers.

The cheers gradually came from afar, no less than those on his side. A blond figure walked towards him, slowly revealing a graceful figure and a resolute and beautiful face. The bright golden eyes looked at him with a smile.

The sword in Claude's hand danced in the air like a butterfly, and finally rested on his left shoulder. Then he bowed slightly - this was the etiquette of a knight before a duel. Margaret also smiled in return.

The four large screens in the arena suddenly rang a sharp bell. The golden and black figures also charged forward.

No one could see the actual situation of this battle. The golden light covered everything in the field of vision. Lightning flashed continuously along the way. All that could be heard was the crisp sound of weapons clashing. Their figures intertwined and entangled, drawing a group of phantoms that made it impossible to distinguish them.

Their fight was beyond the imagination of most people. Even their movements could not be seen clearly, but the aftermath of the fight was enough to tear the ground apart and blow the grass away, showing a destructive power far beyond imagination.

"Oh my god, what an amazing strength! The two knights have never shown such a level before! Have they been hiding their abilities before?!!!!"

Lightning and thunder were swaying wildly in the field, shattering the earth and tearing the field apart. No staff dared to approach this place at this moment. At this moment, no one could intervene in the fight between them, and they would not stop until one side was defeated.

This battle was so fierce and intense that it lasted for more than ten minutes with no sign of stopping. No one was bored. The sound of weapons clashing lingered in their ears, boiling their blood and grabbing their eyes.

Finally, with a loud bang, the two figures finally separated.

There were no obvious injuries on the two separated people, no blood was flowing, and no armor was damaged.

Claude reached out his hand and stabbed the spear in his hand heavily into the ground. He drew out his sword and saluted his opponent.

"Go, knight. Go and show them your ideals, let them see the light, and pierce the darkness!"

After doing this, Claude raised his hand to signal the referee.

"It's unbelievable. Without a clear winner, Knight Claude actually chose to admit defeat!!!"

The host's voice spread throughout the arena, and an earth-shaking uproar followed.

Without further explanation, Claude picked up the spear and turned to leave the arena. He had already got what he wanted, and he had more important things to do next.

Margaret watched Claude's back as he walked away, her mind full of thoughts. She certainly knew who the real winner was, but now she had to borrow his honor.

“I have received so much help…”

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Xinteleya knew the situation was very bad. They were asked to kill the champion knight who was about to complete the ceremony of being crowned today. She knew what this meant. According to the usual practice of the Business Federation, even if they succeeded, they would be used as scapegoats and thrown out as a useless chess piece to bear the wrath of the entire Casimir.

"I must escape immediately!" She said to herself. Even if she knew what was the right thing to do, she had no choice now. She was just a new pawn of the Wuzhou League and had no power to resist.

Now they were on the road to be knighted. Xinteleya was in a state of confusion, for she knew that this journey would lead to death, but if she acted rashly, it was self-evident what the supervisory team following behind her would do.

"Stop here." A cold voice came from the front.

A black knight stood in front of them, blocking the entire alley, with a transparent raincoat covering him.

"One more step forward and you will die," he declared.

The 30-man Wuzhou League team stopped. They were all elite killers, but they couldn't help but stop their actions. An extremely dangerous aura rose from in front of them, as if what was in front of them was not a passage, but the huge mouth of a giant beast.

Claude told them not to move, but he walked forward, step by step. The sound of his footsteps was like stepping on the heart of the Helmetless Alliance killer on the opposite side.

The killers kept retreating, leaving a helpless white-haired girl behind.

Claude came in front of Cintria and looked down at this petite girl compared to himself.

"Where are you going, my servant?"

Xintelaiya became more and more panicked.

"If you have nowhere to go, then go back to where you work and continue working for me." The voice suddenly became gentle, and Xinteleya looked up at him in amazement.

She was so surprised by the information contained in these words that she even trembled all over.

Claude said no more, passed her, and continued to approach the No-Hero Alliance. In two breaths, the white figure behind him left quickly. The direction she left made Claude smile.

The smile was fleeting, because he saw a green figure chasing after him. A fierce wind suddenly blew in the alley, and a javelin flew towards the green figure with a sharp whistle, and dense lightning was wrapped around it.

The opponent suddenly stopped with a tingling chill, and the spear passed in front of his eyes and hit the ground fiercely, lifting a large piece of reinforced concrete. The electric light wrapped around it made his hair stand on end.

"I said, stop here."

Qing Jin's face was filled with fierce hostility. "Kill him."

The assassins rushed forward, and Claude sighed. The sword light suddenly exploded from the scabbard, and the first few were cut into several pieces in the blink of an eye. It was like a tide hitting a dam, and they were shattered in an instant.

Scarlet blood was splashed on the wall, washing away the dust on it. Broken limbs flew into the sky and quickly fell to the ground, and life disappeared as quickly as snowflakes in summer.

Seeing their colleagues being slaughtered at an alarming rate, the assassins behind them aimed their crossbows at Claude. Before they could pull the trigger, sharp arrows suddenly flew from the sky, killing them one by one. On a high platform of a building, an old knight with braided hair held a bow in one hand and a few arrows in the other, shooting arrows at an alarming rate.

A roar came from behind, and a tall white Ursus rushed into the killers' formation wielding a giant battle axe. With one swing of the axe, he chopped off a head.

With the combined efforts of the three, the killers suffered heavy casualties and soon fled in all directions. Qing Jin was the first to leave. Seeing that things were not going well, he fled at an extremely fast speed.

Blood was flowing freely in the alley, and corpses were everywhere. Claude took off his bloodstained raincoat, rolled it up into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him. Then he was as clean as new.

He looked at the two companions who were walking up to him. "Let's go, let's leave here first, someone will come to clean up."

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The declaration made by the Knight of Glory when he was conferred the title caused a great uproar in Casimir. This brilliant and dazzling knight was like a golden sword that pierced through a fig leaf that everyone knew but could not point out. The Business Federation manipulated the media to cover up public opinion and tried to strangle the Knight of Glory. But the Supervisory Committee confronted him head-on.

The Knights seemed to be divided into two parts, fighting each other. But there was no doubt that the power of the Business Federation had been severely suppressed, and they were losing ground. The situation was very good, and it seemed that the Business Federation was about to disappear completely from Casimir.

Claude knew that this was only a temporary situation. Capital had been integrated into the blood of this country, and it was impossible to remove it. To forcibly remove it would be like forcibly digging bones out of the body.

Capital is an integral part of this country. Although Claude sees it as a manifestation of decadence and backwardness, compared to other forces on this earth, it is already a progressive social structure. No matter how dirty capitalism is, it is more progressive than the slave class.

Of course, capital must be suppressed and it must not grow recklessly. Before a new path more suitable for the country is truly found, it has a meaning of existence.

Someone else has already done this, and it has nothing to do with Claude. Claude also has his own things to do, so he needs to leave the country first.

Ever since he successfully obtained energy under the natural disaster and reached the first level, Claude has been thinking about how to make himself stronger. He now has a guess that the energy is likely related to Originium. In order to confirm his guess, he wants to go to Ursus, where Originium resources are very rich. He heard that there are countless Originium mines in the north of Ursus, and maybe there will be new gains there.

Moreover, it was not easy for him to stay in the Great Knight Territory. He had killed so many members of the No-Head Alliance and stopped their conspiracy. The Business Federation had long regarded him as a thorn in their side. Although Claude was not afraid of them, no one wanted to be targeted every day.

Moreover, his current power is very weak. Although he has not yet decided what to do in the future, it is always right to reserve enough strength to prepare for the future.