hero?it must be me

At his age, gaffes like this are almost uncommon.

However, the current situation is really worthy of his reaction.

— and not just because of a replay of the Great Partition.

"This is impossible...unreasonable! Where's the military advisor? Where's the person monitoring the knights?!"

McGee roared angrily, "Where were the expedition knights mobilized by the Supervisory Council before when they reported last time?"

Some employees found the information in a hurry, and then reported a number tremblingly.

"570 three kilometers..."

McGee's facial features were almost twisted together: "The marching speed of the regular expeditionary knight squad is too fast, and it is impossible to make it in time...Quick...quick...Could it be that the Prison Council secretly mobilized another one? "

It stands to reason that the only knights who have been mobilized recently are a team that the Supervisory Council had previously announced would be conducting border military exercises in response to Ursus's recent bad actions.

But the team that is entering the city right now...

"……and many more."

McGee's face was filled with astonishment and a trace of fear: "What is the record for the fastest march of the Pegasus with the Silver Spear?"

Immediately another employee took action, and the information McGee needed was quickly in his hands.

Looking at the record, McGee's hands were shaking, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and wet the paper documents in his hands.

"He, they disguised their army identification code...even, armor and spears?!"

McKee muttered to himself.

But why?

Why is it—

Suddenly, an idea took shape in McGee's mind.

He suddenly raised his head: "Where are the Silver Spear Pegasus going now?!"

McGee, who got a response immediately, was stunned again.

"...You mean, the Champions Wall exhibition hall?"

Chapter 242 Chapter 72: Do you want to fight?

"I can accept this answer. But in this way, I have to ask you a second question."

Ms. Russell said with a smile: "As Zheng Qi, what is your purpose?"

"It's not like the children of Hongsong, who want to liberate the infected through hard work."

"It's not like the eldest daughter of the Linguang family's generation, trying to show people... a way."

"You're more like, uh..."

Speaking of this, Ms. Russell seemed to be a little undecided for a while.

She looked at Zheng Qi and subconsciously considered her words.

"Come to fight."

"……Um?"

"I'm here to fight."

Zheng Qi responded calmly.

"Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"

Zheng Qi raised his head.

They were chatting and walking just now, as if they had unknowingly arrived at the exit of the Champions Wall exhibition hall.

Zheng Qi just followed the exit, looking at the end of the darkness straight ahead.

"I know that sounds absurd to you."

"From infancy to youth, from youth to youth, and to one day becoming a so-called adult..."

"With growing up, the so-called [immaturity] of [wanting to win in a fight] that should have been gradually forgotten..."

"After becoming an adult—"

"Will become less craving for candy."

"I will no longer be willful for a beloved toy."

"I will no longer simply cry and cry because of a failure."

"After becoming an adult, it seems that the whole society will tell you what changes you should make."

"This change, even for me, is no exception."

"But even so..."

Zheng Qi grinned slowly.

Like a sleeping baby in its mother's arms, it smiles instinctively because its instincts are satisfied.

That smile looked so happy and reassuring.

"—But even so, I still left 【Fight】."

As Zheng Qi's voice fell to the ground, light lit up from the end of the darkness.

Is that moonlight?

How long has it been since people in this city, in this great knight's territory, have not been illuminated by the clear and flawless moonlight?

With the prosperity of electric lights and artificial lights, modern people have gradually forgotten the color of moonlight.

And at this moment, in this city that was finally briefly surrounded by night——

The silver brilliance bloomed dignifiedly.

across the wilderness.

through the crowd.

Travel through the city known as the City of Knights.

With a smell of earth.

Armored spears made of flesh and bones.

With the countless heroic souls who have been sleeping on the battlefield.

——The knights, from the distant border fortress, with silver light, from the deepest part of the darkness, came to Zheng Qi in a group.

That is a knight not recognized by this city.

Just as the knights did not recognize the city.

But now, in this endless night, they are like silver spears piercing through the deep curtain.

Without any cover up, they just appeared in front of everyone in such an upright manner.

Conquer knights.

Even the most uninformed people in Kavaleriaki will understand the difference between them and competitive knights the moment they see this army.

However, not everyone can recognize the precise nature of this team.

Silver Spear Pegasus.

Even among the conquest knights, it can be called a special unit.

There is no other reason, and it can be summed up in just one word.

Strong.

The strength of the Silver Spear Pegasus is the strength of Casimir—to describe them in such words, they may be more than that, but they are by no means inferior.

And Zheng Qi's gaze at this moment was fixed on the groups of silver celestial horses.

Because he could feel that when the silver pegasus appeared at the end of his field of vision, the attention of these silver pegasus was concentrated on him as if they were all in one person.

Both sides, in an instant, stared at each other.

"...So, how?"

Zheng Qi slowly pulled out his hands from his pockets.

-

"Report! Part of the communication loop has been repaired!"

Hearing an employee's urgent report, McKee immediately issued an order: "Connect to the deputy judge of the National Council."

Soon, the communication was connected.

"Your Excellency, Deputy Judge."

McGee said in a solemn tone: "You know what I'm going to say, this group of knights who are on the expedition entered the Grand Knight's territory without permission, which has violated the second act—"

"The former deputy judge of the National Council, Du Ke, has been detained in accordance with the law on suspicion of multiple crimes."

The voice on the other end of the phone was not the deputy judge's voice that McKee was familiar with.

"Please calmly organize every next sentence, Your Excellency the Speaker. The Grand Knight is in a state of emergency due to a major power outage, and the Correctional Council has the right to send troops to the city when the city is in a state of emergency. Do you have any questions?"

"...No. Excuse me, sir."

McGee's face was pale, eyes closed, and he stood there stiffly, listening to the sound of a little electricity coming from the phone after he actively hung up.

"Mr. McKee?"

"……Um."

Facing the inquiry of Markowitz, who is also the spokesperson, McKee responded lightly.

"Communications are basically restored...Looking at how busy everyone is, what do you think the phone is?"

Unlike McGee, Markowitz's performance is very calm.

... No, rather than being calm, it would be better to say that he was not surprised by the current situation from the very beginning.

Hearing Markowitz's calm tone, McGee unconsciously turned to look at him.

"The phone...of course it's a communication tool...?"

"Do not."

Markowitz replied calmly: "The telephone is the spindle and plow of modern society, and they weave this modern society."

"A sign of greatness, Mr. McKee."

"..."

At this moment, McGee suddenly felt an aura from Markowitz.

A few months ago, the man in front of his eyes was just a failed entrepreneur, nothing accomplished, a yes-man.

McGee knew about the fact that the deputy—the former deputy judge Duke was willing to assist him in punishing the past crimes of the Rusty Bronze Knight Ingra on the condition that he murdered the former spokesman Charney.

But he didn't interfere much.

On the one hand, although he is also a spokesperson, McGee is not obliged to help for that.

On the other hand, he believes that Markowitz's behavior is a bit superfluous, because everyone knows the behavior of the National Council.

However, at this moment, looking at Markowitz's calm profile, McGee suddenly realized.

He had seen this kind of aura in many people before.

And those people, either were smashed to pieces in the changes and games——

Either survive and become part of a certain [form].

-

Street lights flicker.

The colors of neon have returned to this city that has taken a nap.

Under those lights, some people are so out of place.