Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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I had a good gathering with the elite operators in the evening and introduced my old friend to them. Everyone was upright, so it was pleasant to get along with them, especially Koval. He and Ace were now brothers. The two patted each other on the shoulders, and when they found that the other was unshakable, they praised each other's strength.

And Claude finally had time to rest. He lay on the sofa with a cup of coffee, watching the noisy crowd with a gentle smile on his lips, and all the stiff bones in his body relaxed.

Casimir's new chapter: Take a leave

I climbed the mountain all day today, and my bones are all broken. I really don't have the energy to update, so I'll take a day off. It just so happens that the Casimir chapter is about to end, and the author also wants to prepare for the following plot (°`°〃)

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Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 175: Strange and Familiar

"Nothing to do today."

As the stone slab continued to vibrate, Claude quickly figured out the message to be conveyed. Chernobog still had no problems. Tallulah and Alina were both very capable people. As long as they had the corresponding knowledge and were honed for a period of time, they would be able to handle all the affairs of the city very well.

But this peaceful situation made Claude feel a little overwhelmed. He had hoped to find something to do. After a period of extreme busyness, he had formed a psychological inertia, and suddenly he felt uncomfortable when he was idle. But his companions were too good. Whether it was Chernobog or Casimir, there was a dedicated person in charge of each matter, and there was no mistake.

Claude is actually a very pure person. Decades of war have tempered his spirit to be as tough as iron. In general, he is quite different from ordinary people. He doesn't have any hobbies to speak of. The only things he likes are armor and weapons and fighting with others. Because he has never lacked wars before, he has not noticed it yet, but now that he has free time, he finds that in such a peaceful day, he doesn't know what to do.

In fact, there are many things that can be done. After all, this city is a city with a lot of entertainment, but he has no interest in those. If he participates in the knight's tournament, with his current strength, it will be difficult for the whole of Casimir to find an opponent who can match him.

...No, maybe there are still a few, but after all, they are comrades fighting side by side, and he is embarrassed to suddenly say that he wants to take action against them. He still needs to do some psychological preparation.

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…Done.

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"So this is why you came to me out of the blue?"

Pigassos looked at his deputy speechlessly. No, the other party should be his superior now.

"A knight should practice martial arts during his free time. You can't be so lazy. Fortunately, there is no competition in this arena today, so we can use it."

Pigassos hesitated to speak. Even he could see that there were many girls around Claude who had feelings for him. But at this great opportunity, as a young man, he did not consider the issue of Casimir's next generation, but came to him and told him to hone his martial arts and let him fight him. Is this guy's head made of iron? Is it filled with armor and weapons?

But then again, he had to admit that what the other party said made sense. It had been a long time since he had a truly hearty fight, so he followed.

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The spear barrel chopped down heavily with a terrible sonic boom and hit a sword spear. The surrounding air fled from this terrible place, radiating out layer after layer of sound waves. The ground under Pigassos' feet cracked inch by inch, causing his legs to sink directly into it, and stopped before reaching his knees.

The sword's spear was pressed into a terrible arc, and it looked like it could break at any time. But the best quality light alloy still firmly supported this terrible force. As the spear rebounded, the blade slid towards Claude's neck with a silver arc, but Claude returned to defend in time and used the spear to deflect the attack.

In the entire huge arena, there were only two silver rays of light colliding with each other. The airflow created by their rapid running was enough to cause a strong wind in the arena, and the airflow created by the spear blades was enough to cut through the thick soil in the arena. The two knights used all their strength and fought each other without any reservation.

Another round of fighting. Claude turned slightly to avoid the stabbing sword and spear, and his spear took this opportunity to bite Pigassos' throat like a poisonous snake, the sharp spear tip flashing cold light, and Pigassos calmly used his arm armor to slide the spear away, letting the terrible poisonous snake float away from him. But the next moment, his helmet was hit hard, causing his body to shake slightly, and he quickly retreated to distance himself.

It turned out that at this moment, Claude used the force of the opponent's attack to rotate the spear and hit the opponent's helmet with the spear. He continued to grab everything in front of the opponent. The trajectory of the spear formed a hemispherical screen in the air, and at this moment, they touched each other tens of thousands of times, bringing out a shower of sparks.

The knights' masks did not reveal any emotions, and the two men attacked without showing any mercy, as if they wanted to kill each other.

With their extremely fast speed, they kept fighting in the arena, leaving the entire venue in pieces. If they needed to repair it later, it would definitely cost a lot of money, and of course the loser would have to pay for it...

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"The cost of repairing the site will be borne by you, the leader. I'm leaving now."

Claude was in a good mood, he put away his rifle and put it into the gun bag behind him. The whole field had been plowed by them, and the originally neatly trimmed lawn was now turned upside down. Of course, he didn't have to worry about these, someone would naturally pay for it.

"Where are you going? Are you going to fight with someone again?"

"Of course, Margaret is next. I planned that this morning."

Claude was surprised to find that Pigassos suddenly showed an ambiguous expression, which was somewhat relieved, somewhat annoyed, and perhaps even a bit of disappointment.

"Then go ahead, I believe you can handle it..."

"okay."

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They came to the street where Lin Guang's family lived. It was already bustling here. After all, Margaret was now a famous person. Claude was still wearing his old armor and helmet, so no one could recognize that the knight walking on the street was Casimir's highest military commander.

Claude swiped his card to open the door and walked in. At this time, Margaret should have finished her day's work and was training martial arts in the backyard of the mansion. It was a perfect opportunity.

Claude walked briskly around the backyard, but didn't see her. He looked around and found that a small house had been added here at some point. The outside was covered with cedar boards and the roof was covered with tiles. It looked quite retro. Claude focused his attention slightly and indeed noticed a strong heart beating in the house.

He smiled slightly, without thinking too much, and pushed the door open.

"Margaret, I have something to talk to you about. Let's..."

"........."

Claude began to regret his rashness. It was indeed Margaret who was in this hut. But she was changing her clothes and armor at the moment. She was only wearing a sports bra, revealing her strong and fit body. When she saw him suddenly barge in, there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

The door was quickly closed, and Claude disappeared from the room in an instant, as if he had never been there.

A familiar yet unfamiliar plot happened around him, just like a dream.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 176: Stuck

Claude stood in the courtyard of Lin Guang's house, not knowing what to do next. It seemed that he should just leave so that Margaret wouldn't see him when she came out of the house, which would make both of them more embarrassed. But leaving like this would seem even more rude.

While Claude was struggling, the scene he had just seen appeared in his mind. Margaret had obviously just finished training, and there was still a lot of sweat on her body. The crystal clear sweat slowly flowed down her tight and smooth skin, flowing along those obvious lines. The light from the narrow window reflected on her body, bringing this scene with great visual impact. Claude's powerful memory instinctively engraved this moment completely in his mind, and due to some instinct, it played repeatedly in his consciousness.

His heart beat slightly faster, and the blood flowed much faster. Claude felt an inexplicable itching in his chest, and there was a subtle throbbing in his heart. This familiar yet strange feeling made him feel a little nostalgic, like suddenly eating a snack from his childhood again, and he felt that the taste was different, but he couldn't be sure if it was really different.

He shook his head slightly to regain his consciousness. Claude's serious character made him decide to wait for Margaret to come out and apologize to her in person for his impoliteness.

Time passed by minute by minute, but for some reason, Margaret did not come out for a long time. Claude could not help but start to have wild thoughts. Just when he had guessed that Margaret had fainted in this room for unknown reasons, he finally heard the sound of the door hinge turning.

Claude slowly raised his head, as if to give himself and the other party some time to buffer. Then he saw Margaret's face. The girl's pretty face still had a faint blush at the moment, but she still smiled gently at him.

"Good afternoon, Claude."

"Good afternoon, Margaret. Just now..."

"Please don't mind it. I don't take it to heart. Ahem! ... If possible, maybe we can forget what happened just now together."

The blonde girl interrupted him quickly, and Claude immediately understood. The two of them tacitly stopped talking about what had just happened, as if Claude had just arrived here.

"So, Claude, what is your purpose here?..."

"I was going to say how about we have a long-awaited competition? ... But if you don't have time, I'll come next time."

Claude's words were not very fluent. He still had a strange feeling lingering in his heart, which made him retreat for the first time in a long time.

"Of course, no problem. I actually had the same idea. I didn't expect that you, Claude, thought the same thing as I did."

Margaret agreed readily. Just as she said, she had had this idea for a long time, but she just never had the chance.

Claude also immediately came back to his senses and returned to his normal state.

"I know of an arena that has probably not been renovated yet. It would be perfect..."

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Before Pigassos could find some staff to tidy up the area, he saw Claude coming back, and he brought Margaret with him.

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

"This place has already been renovated by the two of us anyway, so we can use it again. That way, we only have to spend the money for the renovation once."

"...As long as you are happy, I will ask someone to come and fix it tomorrow."

Pigassos shook his head and left. When he passed by Margaret, he reached out and patted her shoulder, as if he meant something.

After cleaning up the venue a bit, the two looked at each other, smiled in tacit understanding, and then backed away. They didn't stop until they reached the edge of the arena.

A countdown began to appear on the large screen next to them, and the two men leaned over and held their spears horizontally.

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Night fell on the arena, but it was not plunged into darkness. From time to time, the light that lit up completely illuminated the space here, and also illuminated the figures entangled and fighting each other.

There was no light at all. The two men relied only on their keen senses and the scenery that was illuminated from time to time to judge their own and each other's positions. They focused on using all their skills to compete in martial arts in this vast arena.

This is entertainment that belongs only to warriors, and it is the romance that can only be felt by those who devote their lives to swords and fighting. In the hearty fight, two people can feel each other's heartbeat and perceive each other's existence very clearly. At this moment, it seems that there are only two of them in the world, so that they can understand each other's will from the sword.

The spear spun in the air and came down with the force of thunder. The spear shaft deflected the blow at the moment of contact, and the spear blade slashed towards Claude's neck with a cold light. However, Claude only took a small step forward to resolve the crisis, and shortened the distance between himself and Margaret so that only the spear shaft hit his armor.

Before Margaret could launch a counterattack again or distance herself from him, Claude, who had no other thoughts in his mind, subconsciously made the next move:

He grabbed Margaret's arm, then bent down, trying to throw her over his shoulder to the ground, and Margaret reacted in mid-air and reached out to grab him, but his armor was slippery and she could only hug his neck. Claude stomped the ground hard to regain his balance, but now Margaret was hanging on him.

The fierce battle lasted from the afternoon to the evening, and both sides had exhausted their physical strength. Margaret was panting heavily at this moment, and her moist breath hit Claude's ears, making his ears feel a little hot. At the same time, both of them stopped their actions and maintained their original state for a while.

There were sporadic sounds in the darkness. It was the sound of Margaret slowly moving away from Claude. After what happened in the afternoon, both of them had developed a lot of immunity and quickly regained their composure.

"I was so engrossed in the fight that I didn't realize it was already this late... Shall I take you home?"

Claude opened his terminal, checked the time, and straightened his battle robe before asking Margaret.

"Ok."

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The two men left the arena in the dark night, leaving behind the arena area that had been turned over again, without even the sound of insects.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 177 Accident

It was the same length of road, but Claude always felt that this road was particularly long today. He could hear the heartbeat of the girl next to him, steady and strong, but a few beats faster than usual. A frozen and slow atmosphere began to surround the two of them, making them feel a little uncomfortable.

/So the two people who had a good relationship did not talk to each other during the journey. For both of them, this was an unfamiliar emotion, making them at a loss.

The street lights would illuminate a section of the road, but there would always be a dark interval in between. The two of them would silently shuttle between the light and darkness. The vehicles and pedestrians passing by would always focus their attention on them, but their speed was so fast that those who saw them would not have time to think about it.

The journey was not short, but they still arrived at Lin Guang's house in just a few minutes. Claude stopped in front of the door, and Margaret took two steps forward and turned to look at him.

Both of them knew what to say now, but even Claude was a little cautious at this time. In his heart, Margaret has always been a reliable comrade, worthy of his back, which is a high evaluation for him. The other party has always been a trustworthy friend, and he will not pay any special attention to the other party's identity as a woman.

But the accident this afternoon was like a window paper that broke through, making him realize a fact: Margaret was a beautiful, tall woman who met his aesthetic standards very well. This made his mentality subtly different.

"Well, good night Margaret, I should go home too."

Claude coughed a few times, adjusted his expression, and then said goodbye to the other party.

But Margaret's behavior was a little different from usual. There was obvious hesitation on her face. Under the light of the street lamp, her skin was whiter than snow and her lips were redder than usual.

Finally, the expression on her face changed rapidly, from hesitation to shyness, and then to determination. The knight finally made up his mind.

"Claude, I have something to tell you."

"Of course, no problem. Go ahead, Margaret. I'm here to listen."

Claude hesitated for a moment, which was very rare, but he quickly realized that if he did not answer, it would be an insult to Margaret's determination, so he quickly prepared himself.

"Claude, I'm sorry for you..."

boom! !

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the roof next to them, as if something had been hit hard. The two were startled and looked towards a tall building next to them, but there was no movement at all.

The two men waited for a long time but saw no movement. Claude and Margaret looked at each other, then Margaret stayed where she was, holding up her sword and spear to defend, while Claude took a running start and directly jumped over the tall building, breaking a few tiles in mid-air and quickly reached the roof.

In the quiet night, the place looked ordinary. There was nothing special, only the sundries piled up by the residents and a huge water tower. But when Claude took a few steps closer and turned to the side of the water tower, he suddenly saw that a footprint had sunk into the water tower, kicking a deep dent in the thick steel plate of this huge water storage device.

This should be where the loud noise came from, but the person who made the noise is nowhere to be found. He left no extra traces here, not even any extra smell. But Claude squatted down and looked at the small footprint, thinking.

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Margaret still stood vigilantly at the gate, carefully watching the slightest movement around her. Given their current status and time, any abnormality was worth noting.

brush!

A sharp arrow suddenly appeared silently beside her and pierced straight into the ground beneath her feet. The arrow feathers and the arrow shaft were completely sunken, leaving only a small hole. She immediately raised her head and looked into the distance, only a white figure flashed by in the dark night.

Margaret's eyes flashed, and she immediately chased after him. Although she didn't know who the man was, his style of behavior was very similar to that of the assassins of the Wuzhou League. It was very likely that there were still remnants of the other party in the city. No matter what the situation was, she had to investigate it thoroughly.

The white figure was like a powerless white butterfly, floating freely among the tall buildings, and Margaret was chasing closely behind it. Soon, the two came to a remote park.

In order to give a good impression to tourists from afar, all the trees in the park have been carefully selected and pruned. Each one is the same size and height, just like they were processed and produced in a factory.

The white figure stopped between the two trees, revealing only a corner of his cloak, deliberately showing his position to Margaret.

Margaret stopped warily, but the man turned directly between the two trees and showed his face to her without reservation.

"...Ms. Xinteleya, why are you...?"

The blonde female knight was in great shock, because the enemy turned out to be the petite Miss Cintrea. Although she had never met her, she knew that she was one of Claude's companions. But why would Claude's companion lure her here in that way in the middle of the night?

But Xinteleya's face was cold and she had no intention of chatting with her at all.

"What did you want to say to that guy just now?!"