People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

"I have no intention of continuing to shed even a drop of blood for the glory of Ursus, but if it is an infected person, then I can answer you."

"My sword is still sharp, my intuition is still sharp, and I will fight this war until the last drop of my blood."

At this moment, the old man's whole body was exuding a golden luster, and Lin He seemed to see the general standing under the military flag, holding a sharp blade, confronting corruption and corruption until now.

"At this moment, you are as dazzling as Ursus's brilliance"

The two inner guards stood at attention and expressed their highest respect to the general with the old Ursus military salute.

"Also, what happened to the female infected last time?"

"We have tried our best, but she will still be in a coma for a long time due to organ failure caused by excessive blood loss."

"This is what the doctor told me"

Lin He nodded, knowing that this was the best result.

In the dark night, the inner guard looked into the distance, towards the lower city area filled with infected people.

"General, where do you see Ursus' future?"

Herage thought for a moment.

“It depends on the infected person”

Lin He nodded, then shook his head

"Yes, but not entirely."

"The future of Ursus is in the hands of the new nobles and the infected"

"If you want to establish an order, you must destroy the old order. Without the new aristocracy to reform the productivity of the Originium industry, the liberation of the infected will be impossible."

In the city of Chernobog, the upper town is brightly lit and resplendent, while the lower town is smoke-filled and dilapidated. They are like two cities.

"General, one day, the infected will get the same rights as ordinary people. One day, they can stand in the sun and proudly declare, 'I am a glorious member of Ursus.'"

Herage narrowed his eyes, and he began to try to understand the meaning behind Neiwei's words.

Now that this internal guard has publicly expressed his view on giving human rights to infected people, that is to say, the new king of Saint-Jun Castle has changed his attitude. Will he start to carry out reforms?

Herage didn't know whether this was a good thing. Any reform must be accompanied by labor pains. He didn't know what this labor pain would bring.

"Then, I will use these eyes to witness"

Herage was very old, and he was used to waiting.

In the past, he was waiting for the opportunity to defeat his enemies, he was waiting for the wise king to pardon him, and he was waiting for life to get better.

In the confrontation with fate, Herage had lost everything he could, and even so, he would never compromise.

Chapter 26: Where the Knife Points

In the wasteland dozens of kilometers away from Chernobog, a team of infected people set up camp. They were preparing to trade with nearby villages and rest here.

Tallulah couldn't help but sigh. After walking for more than a week, they finally encountered a village near the city that did not reject the infected.

It was almost a coincidence, even like a well-prepared trap.But they have no choice but to step into it.

The guerrillas' supplies have been exhausted, and the morale of the soldiers is also very low. If they don't get supplies anymore, I'm afraid some infected people will choose to leave and betray.

Thinking of this, Tallulah frowned, and the darkness deep in her heart began to prick her numb consciousness.

"Alina..."

Girl whispers

"Tallulah, our reconnaissance team was attacked!"

The messenger pushed open the tent and hurried in.

The gray-haired woman hid her cowardice and sadness, and she regained her majestic expression.

"Where? Who hurt our compatriots?"

She followed the footsteps of the messenger and walked outside the camp.

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After leaving Qicheng, Lin He continued to march on the snowy field. He felt a familiar and strange aura, which seemed to have the same origin as Lin He's power.

"Inner guard, and more than one"

Lin He felt their fluctuations, as if he had touched the pulse of the demon fragments.

As one of the most elite forces in Ursus, the inner guards rarely appeared in pairs. Lin He had a vague guess in his heart. He hid his figure and disappeared into the ice and snow.

In the infected camp, a confrontation full of gunpowder had reached its peak. Tallulah stood at the front of the team, staring at the two inner guards.

A biting chill that eroded the soul followed the inner guard's sight all over Tallulah's body. She felt extremely cold, as if she was being watched by some kind of dangerous predator.

The confrontation became more and more anxious, as if a fight would start at any time. At this moment, a violent vibration was heard not far away, like a giant marching on the earth.

Then, a huge figure more than two meters high slowly advanced. He held a halberd in his hand and held a shield horizontally. Every step was like a drum beat, and every breath was like a storm.

The Patriot, a legend known only to a select few even in the military north, was a true hero and a proud rebel.

"you···"

The inner guard's expression changed, and he showed a rare emotion of fear.

"Only two inner guards are not enough to kill me. If you want to continue to be our enemy, it is best to have three people together."

The patriot held his halberd high, the cold wind whistling along his back, and the snowflakes flying, as if swearing his surrender.

Just when the infected felt relieved about the arrival of the patriots, a vision happened.

Without warning, dark fluff began to fall behind the inner guard. The strong wind stopped in an instant, and the white snowflakes fell one after another and became as dirty as mud.

The gloomy atmosphere slowly expanded, just like the rising tide of the sea. It spread without reservation until it spread to everyone's heart.

A pair of invisible hands strangled the infected people's throats. They felt their breathing tightened, their hearts beating faster, and an unknown fear spread among everyone.

When everyone turned their attention and looked behind the inner guard, they saw two twisted dark shadows. Those shadows were messy and meaningless, but they revealed a strange aura.

"New... Internal Guard"

Tallulah spoke with difficulty,

The two newly added interior guards were even more weird. Their sense of oppression even passed through the Patriots' giant shield and penetrated into everyone's heart without reservation.

"Damn...form up, gather up!"

The shield guards raised their hands high, holding their thick shields firmly in front of them, as if they were facing the evil spirits of the north, or fighting against a hundred eyes and a thousand limbs.

"114····【Secret Word】"

The inner guard turned on the radio and reported the information to his companions. Then with a solemn expression, he looked at the two dark figures standing at the end of the snow.

"We did not request additional personnel and the operation was completely confidential."

"So, who are you?"

In the distance, two figures slowly approached. Their clothes were engraved with the patterns of the Ursus royal family. They were Lin He and his phantoms.

"us?"

Lin He chewed the word carefully and spoke indifferently.

"We are the sharp blades of Ursus"

The inner guard was silent. He motioned to his companions at the back of the team to come forward until they reached him.

"Whose will are you following? Do you know what you are doing?"

The infected were stunned. They found that things were different from what they thought. The two groups of internal guards seemed to be unable to deal with them, and they fell into internal strife.

In any case, this matter was beneficial to the infected, and they decided to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.

"doing what?"

Lin He repeated the inner guard's words, which made him feel extremely ironic.

"Killing, lust, and exploitation are endless, but Ursus needs more than that."

"When the sun rises, Ursus will no longer need darkness."

Dark snowflakes were flying around Lin He, and large drops of blood dripped down his coat, ferocious and bloody.

Not far away, the inner guard slowly grasped the handle of the knife

"The glory of Ursus shall not fall"

What responded to him was the blood that was about to spread to the soles of his feet

Countless shadows surged behind Lin He, filled with boiling malice and shrouded the two inner guards. They saw the sea of ​​blood churning and the demon falling. Intangible fear and tangible pressure intertwined before their eyes.

Something began to cling to the inner guards' will, violently tearing apart their rationality, almost crushing and annihilating their souls, and even the demonic fragments within their bodies fell into brief chaos.

"You are... you are..."

The two inner guards opened their eyes in disbelief. They seemed to be looking directly at some unexplainable great existence. That existence was weirder and more twisted than the demons in the North and the spirits of the Foehn Wind and Hot Earth. It was like something from a mythological epic. Fragments of hypocrisy.

The two inner guards quickly realized the fact that since they had access to the god-like [Immortal Black Snake], His Majesty the Emperor in Holy Horse Castle could also do the same.

If the Neiwei and Kosich reached an agreement through a war, then what deal did His Majesty the Emperor make with the being in front of him?

They dare not guess.

"Is this... His Majesty's decision?"

The inner guard spoke, with a little more hesitation in his tone.

"It's Ursus' decision"

Lin He raised his head. Behind him, the darkness kept churning, and countless figures emerged. The inner guards seemed to have witnessed the beginning of an era with their own eyes.

They saw innovation coming to Ursus, and reconciliation between the infected and ordinary people.

They saw corruption and corruption driven away, and fresh blood flowing into the land again.

In the end, everything dissipated, and Lin He coldly drew out the sharp blade

"Where are your ideals and ambitions? Let them come forward!"

Chapter 27: You and your ideas make me laughable

"Philosophy? Ambition?"

The inner guard spoke, his voice hoarse and hollow.

"Weapons don't need this kind of thing. Weapons only need to kill and punish."

There were rustling footsteps in the distance, and three dark figures approached. They were like rainwater flowing into the ocean, standing silently behind the leading inner guard.

"What we want to protect is the future of Ursus"

The five internal guards formed a formation, forming the shape of a spearhead, pressing their sharpness and fear towards Lin He.

How to describe this picture in words?In the ice and snow, dark figures stood majestically. They drew their sharp blades and decided to carry out Ursus' will.

"Sword and fire are necessary, even if His Majesty doesn't want to do so now."

The inner guard slowly stepped forward, raising the Ursus scimitar in his hand.

"If going against his will makes this country a better place, then we are rebels."

In the mind of this interior guard, memories of the past flooded into his mind.

Since the time of the first emperor, the great king has spared no effort in his own glory and splendor. He turned Ursus into the continuation of his own hands. He held a sword in one hand and a flag in the other. So, people of different races and languages ​​gathered in Under his banner, they fight for a common future.

It was such a prosperous era. The monarch took over the crown from the Holy Castle. Wherever he looked, it was the territory of Ursus. The towns and villages grew and prospered under the lines he drew. The huge army crushed the ancient Society creates a greater existence.

"We are the sharp blades of Ursus. We will break and crush its rotten branches. We will cut off its shackles. We will make it great again."

The inner guard's voice sounded like he was talking in sleep, and his mask glowed scarlet.

In the distance, Lin He shook his head slowly. He knew that words could not achieve understanding. This was not a battle of wills, but a battle of routes.

The battle for routes will never end.

"When you wanted to maintain the dignity of this huge country, the emperor leaned down and listened to the cries of the people."

Strong black energy surged behind Lin He, and it took the form of Feodor.