Tomorrow's Ark, the Personnel Commissioner Does Not Do Personnel

On TV, the harsh words of the Ursus reporter continued.

"Facts have proved that Marquis Boris is such a self-respecting imperial moth who enjoys the achievements of ancient science and technology alone. It will only hinder Ursus's great steps again. For the emperor we are loyal to, our invincible army will wipe out all integration movements. ..."

Suddenly, it seemed that because of the bad signal, there were fluctuations and snowflakes in the live broadcast from the reporter.

Afterwards, the screen was completely distorted and turned off.

Then, with a flash of light, the TV screen resumed.

Appeared on the screen... three red and white hairs?

Afterwards, the three dull hairs got farther and farther away, and a face with a smirk appeared on the screen.

"It's that Sarkaz!"

"W!"

Among the operators present, many people who participated in the Qiecheng retreat directly exclaimed, and Meteor, who was sitting not far from Wang Qi, even directly shouted her code name.

"Really, what are you farting? Hasn't your emperor been emptied, and who is he loyal to, Ursas—hey? Is the signal connected?"

W's familiar smiling face appeared in the picture, her arms stretched out behind the camera, her bulging breasts squeezed on top of the camera, as if she was playing with the camera.

"Should this line be connected here? Is it clearer now? By the way, I saw this brand on a shopping platform. It is from Victoria. I didn't expect Ursus to have this product. The dumping of products is really serious. The aristocrats keep saying that they want to protect local brands.”

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that some button was mistaken, and the video of the camera turned upside down.

All the operators in the cafeteria, including Wang Qi, tilted their necks to one side.

"The wire—inserted—inverted——"

Not far away, Rhodes Island camera master Xiyin operator was annoyed by this layman's behavior, and excitedly patted the table.

Of course, the shooting speed is very slow, very slow.

"Hey, hey, don't move around, W, the broadcast has already started, we have to hurry up! Kingslayer, come on!"

"I'm not a dog, you f—"

In the screen, a black shadow flashed past, and W was thrown out of the screen.

"Quick, quick, fix it, Faust."

Then, a cute white-haired little boy and a somewhat gloomy black-haired little boy appeared face to face in the picture—Mephisto and Faust.

"Ah, those two children."

The doctor was also staring at the TV, and she felt that her previous doubts about the integration movement might be answered at this time.

"Unplug this cord, plug it in here, and press the button here - done!"

Soon, under Faust's operation, the camera returned to its normal position, and the two retreated from both sides tacitly. Before leaving, Mephisto did not forget to face the camera (?>ωo ?) It's cute.

In the end, the camera gradually changed its focal length, making the blurry scene in the distance gradually clearer.

In the picture, a very serious podium appeared, with three microphones placed on it, and behind the podium was the panoramic view of the dilapidated city of Chernobog and the clear and bright sky of Ursas.

And on the podium, a dragon girl stood quietly.

She has silver-white hair, bright gray eyes, long black horns, and a handsome face.

She stood in front of the podium, staring intently at the camera, without a teleprompter or manuscript.

Wang Qi has seen her face countless times in the game, but this is the first time he has seen her in Terra.

"Talulah—"

A crisp voice came from the top of Wang Qi's head. When he raised his head, he found Amiya standing behind him for some reason, gnawing a carrot in his mouth while watching TV with a solemn expression.

There was a faint confident smile on Tallulah's face, not as stern as in the game, but her eyes were piercing, as if she contained enormous power.

Afterwards, the dragon girl opened her mouth and began to speak in a calm but powerful tone.

"My compatriots on Terra, hello, I am Tallulah Atrias, the leader of the Integration Movement."

Immediately afterwards, Tallulah took a deep breath, as if brewing a dragon's breath that could burn the entire world.

"I am here, on behalf of the integration movement, with the infected and non-infected, workers, serfs, slaves and citizens who are oppressed by feudal kingship, theocracy, capital and violent groups all over the world.

To Casimir's monopoly plutocrats, Victoria's royal power stealer, Kazdel's feudal puppet king, Columbia's anti-human scientific research group, Ursus' bloody warlord, Lateran's ignorant theocracy, and Yan Kingdom, Dongguo, Rem Billiton, Iberia, Sargon, Bolivar, Minos, Sami, Kjerag, Letania and Syracuse...all regimes, collectives and Individuals, make a manifesto! "

Amidst the confusion and surprise of all the operators, the chopsticks in Wang Qi's hand fell onto the dinner plate.

He seemed to see iron burning.

Section 41 41. Fighter Talula.

Three minutes ago, Chernobog Municipal Television, Mayor's Lecture Room.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the agreed time is coming, we must complete the broadcast of the signal in time, all teams in various parts of Terra are ready, the local garrison will attack the TV station soon, if the broadcast is finished one minute earlier, one less person will be saved sacrifice."

"I know I know, but this is an imported product from Victoria. For the money of a whole set of camera equipment, we can prepare equipment for three shield guards. Understand, my mother is doing it!"

Dazzling lights, buzzing speakers, chaotic manuscripts, neat seats.

Tallulah stood in front of the podium, carefully looking at the manuscript in her hand, her gray eyes scanning back and forth, reciting the eloquent words at a glance.

It's been a long time since she stepped into the spotlight.

The last time it was like this was many years ago.

At that time, she was still under Kosche, facing those disgusting warlords and nobles, making meaningless speeches at dinner parties like a clown.

But today, Tallulah speaks out of her own will.

A few seconds later, she buttoned the manuscript, and looked at the Ursus girl with light blue hair beside her with pleading eyes.

"Well, I want to throw these manuscripts into the sky and burn them to ashes, so as to show off my strong memory in a handsome way, Miss Anna, is that okay?"

"Don't even think about it, this is what I've been revising for two days in a row—and, call me the truth, comrade."

"Oh... Comrade Truth."

Stared at by Xiong Xiong with big dark circles, Tallulah agreed weakly, holding the manuscript with both hands, and handed it to the other party respectfully.

Anna Morozova, code-named Truth, is a high school student in Ursas, but she is like-minded with the current integration movement-the writing level is very high, and Tallulah even suspects that she is also a student of the teacher.

"Although our final result may be to die under the siege of any regime, but in case, one day we can win, this manuscript may be a precious historical relic."

Taking out a book with a red cover from his arms, Truth carefully folded the manuscript symmetrically and pressed it in.

For this, Tallulah just blinked and gave a thumbs up.

"It's okay, death doesn't belong to the working class."

"You are a ghost working class, the daughter of the feudal rulers of the two countries, the former Gestapo who was raised by militaristic lunatics, no matter what you do, you have nothing to do with the working class."

The truth spit out without hesitation, and the smile on Tallulah's face immediately became a little awkward. Ever since she met that person, she no longer concealed her origin.

"If I hadn't really seen your actual performance, I would have thought you were some kind of rich lady with a lot of fun. There are not a few people who do this... At least you are really doing something."

Adjusting her glasses, Truth never expected that she would actually leave behind those friends she had known not long ago and go deep into this place alone, risking almost certain death—but she did not regret it.

"Even the kind of person you're talking about has the possibility to go further, and I didn't volunteer to be Kosiche's adopted daughter and was trained to be a secret policeman..."

Shrugging her shoulders, Tallulah had already memorized the manuscript, taking advantage of the short time before the communication was connected, she relaxed a little.

"I'm a newcomer to the Longmen. If it wasn't for the old bastard Black Snake, I would be the legitimate heir claimed by Victoria of Yan Kingdom now, and I could go to study in Victoria with my lovely childhood sweetheart sister—it hurts!"

Before she finished speaking, Tallulah's ear was grabbed by a cold little hand.

"Haha, you are still a childhood sweetheart, and you are still declaring that after today's speech, these countries will regard you as a thorn in their side. Guess which side will get your head first?"

There was a hint of sullenness on Frost Star's face, but then he was relieved.

"Anyway, when you return to normal, what 'Chilong' did will become black history. I will ridicule you that day. It is best to let you do more stupid things."

While speaking, Frost Star was still adjusting the equipment on her body - besides her white coat, a lot of metal equipment like brackets had been added at the moment.

Froststar and the Snow Monster team called this large staff equipment "Winter Scar".

"We must prepare for the worst—those warlords have long colluded with the Black Snake, and many Ursus troops who have infiltrated our army will not turn their backs because of your speech, unless you don't go to Longmen."

Having ensured the stability of "Winter Scar", Frost Star cast her eyes from the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the entire Chernobog.

"But those monsters who are loyal to the imperial power and Ursus don't think so. Once they make a speech, they will take you as the priority to kill-you know what I'm talking about, my dad and I may not be able to block it live."

Tallulah's face sank like water, but then, she smiled again, a confident smile.

"Then let them come, the revolution is not a dinner party, and I am not standing in the spotlight to be a national idol-Kosiche is not entirely wrong, this is a world full of violence, and we will also act violently , to open up a new path."

Lifting the long sword at hand, Tallulah thrust it into the floor.

"As the teacher said, throwing away the rigid dogma is the most suitable path for us Terra sentient beings."

"Okay, time is almost up, W, don't mess around, don't mess up the camera - and the video for the interlude, those bombardment guidance drones that we shot down, and the interviews with the citizens are all filmed What's wrong, we have to put this shit pot back on Ursus' head."

"Talulah, get ready, 3,2—"

The kingslayer's countdown sounded in his ears, and everyone retreated from the range of the camera, leaving only Tallulah standing in front of the podium.

For a moment, Tallulah's thoughts went back to many years ago.

Tallulah thought of the traveler she met in the snow field, he was unshaven, his clothes were torn, and he was dusty.

He is an over-healthy ordinary person with outstanding knowledge and profound knowledge. He understands the real situation of each country and city-state, has more in-depth contact with the lives of the people at the bottom of each country, and understands the disease of this continent better.

Ursus, but the last stop of his journey around the world.

It has nothing to do with race, has nothing to do with nationality, and has nothing to do with origin stones and ore diseases.

"Fighting for the Infected" is nothing more than a folly that pushes powerful allies to the opposite.

For thousands of years, countless empires have relied on inciting hatred among nations and discrimination against the infected to divide and disintegrate the most terrifying and blind power in the world.

The power of mortals, the power of the people.

The real enemies are not ordinary people who fear or even persecute the infected.

The compatriots of the integration movement are not only those who suffer from ore disease. All the oppressed, those who do not have enough food and clothing, and those who work hard for a living and do not get the value they deserve for their labor are all compatriots of the integration movement.

The real enemy is in the ramparts defended by the Ursus army, in the towers of Letania, in the steam castle of Victoria, in the Chamber of Commerce of Camisil, and in the magnificent palace of Dayan... ....

The real enemy is on that dry shore, in that temple.