Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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Claude gained a lot last night. After all, he made 300 million in one trip. Generally speaking, even robbing a bank would not make money faster than him. Although he had already thought of the use of the money, it did not prevent him from being in a good mood at the moment. And this good mood made him even happier after seeing that all his companions returned to their base intact.

Claude patted Faust's shoulder so hard that he was a little unsteady on his feet.

"You did a great job. The guy's appearance in your area was part of our plan, but something went wrong with the timing. Ceobe and Hart didn't arrive in time. I didn't expect that you could handle him by yourself under such circumstances. That's amazing, Sasha."

The dark-haired young man Fidea's face flushed red, and he could hardly maintain his usual indifferent look. He was now scratching his hair. He was not good at dealing with compliments, especially since Claude was the person he respected the most. This made him completely lose his composure and his mind became muddled.

Without torturing the little boy whose brain was about to get hot, Claude soon discovered that a hole had been torn in Margaret's battle robe on her chest. Although he knew that the fact that she could stand here proved that she was not injured, he still asked.

"Margaret, the other party didn't hurt you, did he?"

"We were all unharmed, thanks to the breastplate Maria gave me that blocked the enemy's last counterattack. Otherwise, I would have died with him."

"Really?" Claude's smile became even brighter. "It seems that Maria has read the book I gave her carefully and done a good job. I am such an incompetent master, but I have an apprentice that makes me proud!"

"If you could tell her in person, she would be very happy."

"Really? Then I will definitely find an opportunity. Oh, by the way, the lines on it are damaged. Don't forget to ask Maria to fix it for you, otherwise it won't work next time."

"Oh, Claude." Margaret seemed to suddenly remember something and called Claude: "Grandfather has heard about what you have done this year and asked me to tell you that if you have a chance, go talk to him..."

At this point, Margaret's face suddenly darkened, as if she had thought of something bad, and Claude immediately understood.

"How is the old man's health?"

"He can only lie in bed now, but he is still in good spirits and awake most of the day. The doctors say it is a miracle that he is still alive today."

Claude's brows drooped involuntarily, and his joy suddenly disappeared. He respected this old man who had fought for his country all his life, not to mention that he had helped him so much. This man who had been fighting all his life could not conquer the pain in his body after all.

"I'll go over there later and have a good talk with him. What we're going to do also requires his support. It's really my negligence that I haven't told him the specific plan yet."

The sunlight outside the window was shining brightly, and the green grass was swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if they were whispering something.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 162: Stop and Leave

The front door of Lin Guang's house is still the heavy iron door, painted black. With proper maintenance, it can be used for decades without damage. Especially now that there is a little craftsman like Maria in the family, it is even less likely that the things in the house will be damaged. In the spring sunshine, the black iron door is a little hot from the sun.

Maria had modified the door so that it could be opened directly by swiping an ID card. She gave one to all her friends, and Claude was the first one to receive one. It was said that this was because she was unable to escape many times during the experiment, so she came up with this idea.

Otherwise, based on Claude's understanding of his apprentice, the other party should like to open the door for guests.

I stopped thinking about those messy things, took out my ID card and scanned it on the scanner at the door. The mechanical device in the door automatically released the mechanism and opened the door. I turned my head to look at Margaret who was dazzling in the sun. The two looked at each other, nodded, and walked in together.

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Maria fiddled with the small device absentmindedly, and the two delicate ears on her head also stuck to her head according to her owner's mood. She wound up the spring next to the small device 10 times, then let go and watched it spin and jump in her hand. This is an exquisite knight model that can perform actions such as charging and holding a gun with the power of the spring.

Creating such a complex structure in a gadget less than 10 centimeters in size is enough to prove how outstanding Maria's talent is, but the expression on her face is so bleak and sad. She is not happy at all about what she has made. She just regards this exquisite object as a way to pass the time.

The clockwork knight made of metal ran out of her palm and fell to the ground, but the delicate mechanism inside made it turn over quickly and charge forward on the ground. But Maria didn't care about it at this moment. She looked at the figure who pushed open the door and walked in. Although the time they were separated was very short, she felt her nose sour involuntarily.

Her vision was a little blurry, but the slender figure as a birch tree soon came in front of her. Not wanting to lose composure, she quickly closed her eyes and suppressed the tears that were about to burst out. However, some stubborn moisture persisted in squeezing out from the corners of her eyes and wet an area of ​​her skin.

"Teacher...Master..."

Claude shook his head slightly, indicating that he knew what she wanted to say.

"Come on, Maria, let's go up together."

Claude had already removed his gauntlets. His hands looked very white because they had been covered in armor for many years, but the calluses on them could tell anyone how much exercise these hands had gone through. The touch of this hand was definitely not comfortable, and the hard and rough calluses on it would easily sting the tender skin, but Maria held it without hesitation, holding it tightly with all her strength, as if she was venting some kind of emotion.

"Ok!"

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A handsome but gloomy middle-aged man sat by the bed, holding the hand of the sleeping old man.

His slightly long hair covered half of his face, but one could still see the sharp edges on his cheeks trembling slightly. Obviously, he was not as calm as he appeared. Some intense emotions were being compressed in his heart, firmly locked by his strong will.

His sword, the black sword inlaid with gorgeous gold edges, was leaning against the wall. This weapon that he almost never left behind was now taken off by him and placed away from the bed.

Sofia, who still looks young and is actually very young, leaned against the window, looking at the sky in the distance, wondering what she was thinking.

The old man looked haggard. After the discussion with Claude, he aged and weakened at a very fast speed. The muscles on his cheeks atrophied rapidly, making him look so fragile. Next to him were various advanced medical machines, which were maintaining the old man's life. These expensive things were originally difficult for the Linguang family, who were becoming increasingly weak. However, Maria had now become a famous craftsman, and Margaret had won the championship, which dealt a big blow to the lawless Business Federation. This allowed the Linguang family to restore its previous glory at a very fast speed.

Otherwise, he would have to consider selling some of his family's collections in exchange for funds.

There were footsteps coming up the stairs, but he didn't turn around. He had already seen who was coming from the window. As Claude and the other two climbed up to the second floor, all the members of the Linguang family gathered here, including Claude, an outsider. But no one was surprised by his arrival, and he naturally integrated into this golden family.

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Charge, charge without stopping, the tendons of his legs were on the verge of breaking due to the huge pressure, and the silver armor was stained with the blood of enemies and comrades. The sharp edges of the sword and spear became blunt because they tore through too much armor and bones, but he still did not stop charging, tearing the black shield wall with his own strength, and tearing the strong flesh wrapped in steel into pieces like a joke.

The night was so long, so much blood was flowing on the grassland, but the sunrise still did not come, and there was still a huge enemy army in front of them. Just like this night, it was long and heavy, and it seemed that the sunrise would never come.

The blades of the swords and spears in his hands were already chipped and looked like they would break in the next swing. The armor on his body had been hit dozens or hundreds of times, and even the finest metal could no longer bear the weight. Under his feet were piles of corpses, most of them were Ursus soldiers wearing black armor, and there were also many corpses of his own comrades.

The remaining people were already exhausted and could not fight anymore, but no one fell down. Everyone used his weapons to support himself.

He was so overestimating his own abilities that he tried to stop the huge army of Ursus with such weak force, but he would not retreat, and neither would any of the Silver Spear Pegasus.

This is Casimir's grassland, this is his country, he loves everything here. The birds and animals in the forest are breeding, the wheat in the fields has just been planted, the newborn babies are still crying in their cradles, and the people sleeping in the village are waiting for the rising sun.

If he retreated here, all of this would cease to exist and would be burned to ashes.

He stood up, facing the black steel wave, with wings of light spreading behind him, and endless light cheering for him. As always, he launched his charge a thousand times, with the rising sun chasing after him.

On this day, hundreds of people saw two suns rise.

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The old man opened his eyes with difficulty, and then suddenly laughed.

"You kid... finally knew you were coming."

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 163 Fermentation

Although the old man's body was still weak, his eyes were bright and contained a burning will and belief. This was the old man's last moment, and both Claude and others could sense it. He himself obviously knew this, but he didn't care. He supported his body with all his strength. Mainna quickly helped him up and put a pillow behind her father so that he could lean on the bed.

"Boy, you did a good job. To be more precise, you did a great job. At least in my lifetime, I have never seen anyone do better than you... Even when I was your age, I would not have done better than you. I know you are extraordinary... But I didn't expect you to be able to do this. Our country has such an excellent successor like you... We old guys don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Claude sat silently in front of the bed, looking at the old man. He did not answer him because he knew that the old man did not need anyone's answer now. He was just talking.

"I know you and Margaret have your own plans. I am also aware of the things you have done. Although you have been hiding it from an old man like me, since my granddaughter is willing to believe you, then I will also believe you. After all, if you want to do something evil, there are plenty of opportunities, and I, an old man, can't stop you."

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Cyril spoke for a long time, and he mentioned every aspect. He was just like the old man in every family, who cared about his children and friends and considered every aspect for them. This once sharp knight was now just a nagging old man.

Everyone was silent and listened quietly, but this situation always lasted to the end... The old man suddenly yawned, as if he suddenly felt sleepy.

Claude still said nothing and did not tell the old man his plan as he had expected.

Claude knew that he didn't want to listen. At the last moment of his life, he chose to believe his family and Claude. So he didn't want to listen to Claude's plan, so as not to add to his troubles. At this last moment, he chose to leave peacefully, and it would be best if nothing could disturb him.

So Claude chose to respect his wishes.

"Ah... huh..., it's useless. You can't even hold on for a moment... my son."

"I'm here, Father."

"I wanted to stop you. I already have a son and daughter-in-law whose lives are in danger, and I can't let another son suffer the same fate. But now I feel that this idea is a bit petty. The knights of the Linguang family will always carry out their will. There is no need for me to stop you. After all, if it were me... I would do the same thing as you. But... remember to protect yourself, and don't come down to accompany me too soon..."

"And my granddaughters, you two have found your own paths, and you have enough ability and virtue to make the right choices, so there is no need for me to say that nonsense to you. The rest of your life belongs to you, so at least don't let yourself regret it."

"Zofia, you're not young anymore. Staying single is not a good idea..."

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"I'm a little sleepy, please don't disturb me, let me have a good sleep."

Cyril laughed and sent everyone out, remaining alone in the room.

In the spring forest, birds and animals are multiplying, and on the vast plains of Casimir, wheat seeds are sprouting. Newborns are growing up healthily, and people in the village do not have to worry about war and can live on this land through their own efforts. This land is not lacking in black parts, but he believes that everything is hopeful.

The time is right, suitable for taking a break.

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The current situation is very strange. The Wuzhou League, which has lost its organization, can no longer be the eyes and ears of the Business Federation, which also means that the Business Federation now has no reliable channels to obtain information. They can't even figure out who their enemies are, nor can they filter out the real part from the complicated information.

Suspicion and caution were brewing among them. Merchants never really trusted their so-called partners, especially when there were no obvious external enemies. The most likely to stab them in the back were the so-called partners. They were very wary of the Supervisory Committee and the knight nobles, the only ones who could compete with them in this city. Now it seemed that they had forgotten to be wary of the so-called "own people".

The city began to show signs of chaos, and every wealthy businessman felt a terrible omen. As businessmen, their instinct made them start to avoid this risk. But this behavior instead contributed to the chaos in the city. In just a few days, the city's public security began to deteriorate. Although it was not much better before, now some people dared to kill people in broad daylight.

Because the police cannot afford to offend either side, they tend to stay away from these street fights. Civilians also quickly learned to stay away from places that are not right and take responsibility for their own lives.

Of course, even though the public security has deteriorated, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the civilians of Casimir to watch the knightly competitions. The arena is still crowded with people, and the seats are still full. The spring drizzle wets the neatly trimmed lawn, and the knights in gorgeous and exaggerated armor are fighting each other in this place.

The city has 4 large arenas and 10 small arenas. Dozens of games are held in the city every day, and the audience will choose the knights they support and watch the corresponding games. Countless tourists come to the city every day, and they are attracted by Casimir's famous knight culture.

It can be said that Casimir is very strong in soft power, and knight competitions are a popular program all over the world, with loyal fans in every country and every region. In the past, business associations could use this opportunity to make a fortune, and this is also a feast for the entire Casimir.

But this year's Knights' Championship was different from previous years, although it was still prosperous and grand. Even the Knights participating in the competition began to notice this, which gave the competition an unusual atmosphere from the beginning.

Only the audience continued to cheer for the knights as usual.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 164 Farewell

The silver armor is fixed on a wooden frame and has various intricate patterns on it. Each pattern is connected to each other. It does not look obvious from a distance and can only be discovered by careful observation when approaching.

A small chisel was carving new patterns on it. In order to leave a mark on this solid alloy, the tip of the knife was made of the latest material. With his own strong strength, Claude did not use a hammer, but only three fingers to complete the work.

This is a very beautiful pattern. It is a peculiar plant with trident-shaped leaves and thin vines. The leaves and vines bend into beautiful curved lines, which are smooth and elegant. There are already several such patterns on Claude's armor, and today he decided to add another one.

Although the fine spring raindrops are gentle, they will inevitably take away the temperature, making people feel cold, and in most cases, it will also make the sun temporarily disappear.

This is very suitable weather, and the reason why it is suitable is that it matches people's mood at this time.

Cyril Linguang, the greatest knight in Casimir in modern times, passed away yesterday. The news shook the whole city. He had countless friends and admirers in Casimir. Even the Knights Tournament was suspended for a day because of the news. This was unimaginable a few years ago. The knight economy was involved in the country's economy. No matter what happened, it was difficult to affect it.

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However, under the joint pressure from the Supervisory Commission and other forces in Casimir, the already overwhelmed Business Federation was unable to resist and passed the proposal. This undoubtedly exposed their weakness once again, and also made countless people with ulterior motives set their sights on them.

This is of course fatal and harmful, but they have no choice now. If you are not a Casimir, it is difficult to understand the influence of the name Cyril Linguang in this country. On the day of his death, Casimir will make way for him even if something terrible happens. Even if the Ursus army invades now, his funeral will be successfully completed.

Every expeditionary knight order sent their representatives to this city to bid farewell to this great knight with the most solemn etiquette. The Silver Spear Pegasus Knights, who had received news of Claude long ago, came here led by their leader himself, with a squadron of their most elite knights.

The Linguang family's house could no longer accommodate so many guests, and Cyril's body had been moved to the most solemn and large hall in the city. The Linguang family would receive guests there, and Claude put on his armor after completing his work.

After the last piece of armor was fastened, the pattern began to emit a golden light, which spread along the chest and then gradually dimmed, and it looked no different from the armor of the Silver Spear Pegasus officer.

He had left most of his weapons in the workshop, only carrying his sword. He was worried about leaving the sword somewhere else, so he never left it since he got it, even sleeping with it under his pillow to prevent it from causing any big news for him.

This usually bustling workshop had now become extremely deserted, and even the Originium furnace had long been extinguished. The owner of this place was curled up on a bench outside, letting the cold raindrops pat his cloak and let the raindrops flow slowly along his smooth fur.

Claude came to the figure and stretched out his hand to ruffle the golden hair tied by the black bow, just like he did several years ago when he was still in this city.

"Let's go. Margaret is still waiting for us."

Maria did not say anything, but silently held Claude's hand. The rain was getting heavier, but it was firmly blocked by the thick fur cloaks they were wearing, and not even a drop could stay on it.

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"coming?"

"coming."

"You should have come a long time ago."

"It's not too late now."

Claude reached out and put the helmet on his head, and at the same time pushed the tassel hanging in front of him to his back. The tall knight next to him was dressed similarly, and the two stood in the same row.

Behind them, the silver-armored knights stood solemnly in the spring rain. The sharp edges of their swords and spears formed a shimmering flash, as silent as a group of lifeless sculptures, but firmly grasping the attention of everyone around them.

"According to your speed, you should have arrived last night."

"There was a small incident when I was leaving, and we had to clean up some uninvited guys, so it took some time."

"Then it should be cleared up, right? What we are going to do here cannot be disturbed by anything else."

"It's been cleaned up. Cassos is watching over there. Don't worry."

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The flashing lights on the street were reflected by the silver armor paint of the knights, making the street brighter. The two of them waited here silently, and they didn't even move their necks when talking to each other.

But what really surprised Pigassos was that even the elite knights behind him did not hear their conversation. Although he knew that his deputy captain had many tricks, he was able to refresh his knowledge every time and come up with a bunch of new things that he had never heard of.

The strange patterns on the armor of the Silver Spear Pegasus were one of his achievements. At first, he did not believe that just carving some patterns could enhance the armor's defense and even add more functions...

As for the result, the patterns on his armor are naturally the result.

The crowd began to stir, and the knights formed a square to maintain order. The city has implemented traffic control, and non-essential vehicles will be stopped on the road. The roads in this city will only serve one purpose today, and countless people will ensure this.