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

The flying snow in the sky stopped, the darkness and chaos temporarily retreated, and the golden rain of light fell.

There was an explosion of extremely sharp and vast Origin Stone skills. Herage raised his sword and made a slashing motion.

"brush----"

The whole world became completely bright, sounds were killed, and sight was cut off.

The Ursus soldiers maintained their charging posture, but they could no longer touch their heads.

Blood soaked the soil and fear continued to spread.

Herage looked at the soldiers in front of him and their commander.

"Those infected, where are they?"

Ivan's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he could already see the huge gap.

"Over there····"

When Ivan turned his head, trying to point out the direction for Herrag, he saw the infected prisoner swaying in the firelight.

Even on the run, Ursus' soldiers still did not forget to execute the infected.

The commander froze on the spot, looking frightened and desperate.

The snow and wind suddenly fell, and Herage's eyes became very cold.

"You all deserve to die"

He picked up the sword again and charged towards the crowd.

Even the mythical hero would not have done better than Herrag. The sword flashed across, and the detachment was torn apart by him. Ursus' soldiers were avoiding him as if they were avoiding natural disasters.

In the distance, Lin He used his clones to deal with deserters while controlling the frost to extinguish the flames of the building where the infected were imprisoned.

This battle has lasted for 10 minutes, and it's time for a decent ending.

The inner guards advance, they sow the kingdom, they soak the land, they plant despair.

With a deafening roar, the entire camp was razed to the ground.

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In the early hours of the morning, the headquarters of the Third Army received a distress message from the Seventh Battalion. They immediately dispatched troops to support them. When the reinforcements arrived, every officer showed a look of horror.

Ursus' military tents fell one after another, and the ground was covered with stumps and broken blades, and piles of pitch-black snow.

When the news of the death of an entire camp of soldiers reached General Joseph's ears, the general was frightened. He rushed to the battlefield with his own soldiers. Through the ruins, he felt a sense of despair that could not be described in words.

Looking at the dark snow that had not melted completely, General Joseph was sweating, and he thought of an extremely terrifying guess.

The new emperor took action. He was beating Joseph. He was warning the commander-in-chief of the Third Army.

Except for the Emperor's sword, no army in Ursus could silently eat up an entire battalion in the heart of the Third Army.

No, this wasn't just a beating, this was a clear threat.Joseph heard that the new emperor had changed recently and he was no longer indecisive.

Fyodor was telling him that if Joseph dared to disobey the Holy Will again, the sharp blade would slit his throat without hesitation.

"General, a new batch of infected people have been caught, I don't know..."

Facing the adjutant's doubts, Joseph waved his hand irritably.

"Send them to Chernobog and let the politicians divide them"

Those easy benefits are no longer attractive; they become dangerous and troublesome.

He frowned. This general was always cautious, even to the point of being cowardly.

No, no, he must do something, he must obtain His Majesty's forgiveness.

As a senior general, he relied on this caution to avoid major purges again and again.

"Now, arrange a high-speed battleship for me. I want to return to Holy Castle to report on my duties."

Inside Chernobog

After Count Boris read the message sent by the army's eyes and ears, he took a deep breath.

"Such a thing could happen to the Third Army?"

The situation became blurry, and he couldn't decide whether it was an internal struggle for power or a threat from the outside.

As a new nobleman, he benefited greatly from Fyodor's decrees, and processing plants and manufacturing plants created countless wealth for him.

In order to deal with possible threats, Boris felt that he needed to prepare in advance.

A few days later, the factories controlled by Boris announced that they would improve the treatment of infected workers. He improved the meals of infected workers and provided them with holidays to weaken the resistance of infected workers.

After tasting the sweetness, the new aristocrats fell in love with the cheap labor of infected people. They found that squeezing and utilizing infected people was more effective than killing infected people.

Chapter 53: The sky breaks through the clouds

In the Winter Palace, Speaker Witte followed his attendants to Feodor's chamber. He found that except for himself, no other nobles were invited.

Seeing Werther's arrival, Fyodor smiled warmly and waved his hand to signal the attendant to leave.

"Witt, you're here"

Werther stepped forward and found that Fyodor had prepared hot tea for him.It can be seen that the emperor is in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, this is Ursus' financial report for the current quarter."

After taking his seat, Witte took out a stack of materials from his briefcase, which he would use to report to the Duma next week.

Fyodor took it but didn't look at it. He knew it well.

"Witt, how was the inspection of the infected factory?"

A week ago, as a representative of the nobility, Witte began to look around various cities to inspect the implementation of the new policy.

Speaker Witte picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip.An imperceptible smile appeared on his tired face.

These days, he has traveled all the way and inspected five mobile cities.Following the local mayor, Witte got a glimpse of the living conditions of the infected through the glass.

To be honest, the current situation of those infected is much better than Witte imagined.

The new aristocrats are not stupid. They also know that cows can only produce milk if they have enough grass to eat.

The infected were strictly supervised, and each of them had a bed to sleep on and a quilt to keep warm.During meals, food is distributed based on output.

Witte saw that although the infected people were tired, they were not desperate. Their food and clothing were provided, and they did not have to worry about being executed at any time.

When they noticed that a big shot came to inspect, these infected people stood upright. They sang "The Emperor is the Savior of the People" loudly, and their faces covered with Origin Stone were full of love for life.

It is true that the life in the factory is not very good, but these infected people are satisfied and they are extremely grateful for the emperor's charity.

For the infected, even the slightest bit of equality is enough to be engraved in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, those infected are fine."

Once upon a time, Witte also wanted to solve the increasingly acute conflicts between infected people. He also wanted to treat infected people in a more decent and humane way.And now, Fyodor did it.

Although the steps were small and the results were minimal, Ursus did shake its shadow a little.

In a country like Ursus, it is very difficult to carry out reforms. The interests of the new aristocracy, the old aristocracy and the military are intertwined. Even if you want to intervene, you will be excluded.

After hearing Werther's answer, Fyodor nodded with satisfaction.

As the check and balance of Parliament, Ursus had little conscience left, Witte was a capable minister, and Fyodor did not doubt his judgment.

"In addition, Your Majesty, the source stone output and military output of Ursus have been improved. You can replace the army equipment at the appropriate time."

“Infected person rebellions have decreased in various places, and even the number of infected picket attendances has dropped by 30%.”

In general, Fyodor's new policy has achieved certain results in the short term, but it is not perfect and needs to be corrected step by step.

Feodor smiled. He had not experienced a relaxed mood for a long time since he came to power.

"Werther, our days and nights were not in vain."

In the past few months, Fyodor has repeatedly argued with the military and the old aristocracy, and he has suppressed several secret uprisings.

Fortunately, the new nobles who had tasted the sweetness chose to side with the new emperor, and they used red gold and source stones to silence the military.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your decision is absolutely correct."

Werther recalled that night. He recalled the emperor's majestic and firm words on the phone, and he felt extremely relieved.

Winds and rains may come and beat Ursus, but their emperor has grown.

Fyodor stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and let the cold air and snowflakes invade the room.

He took the first step towards reform, after which Fyodor strengthened his determination.He recalled the prospect that the gods had described to him, and he couldn't help but feel heroic.

"Witt, tell me, when can we restore Ursus to its glory?"

Werther walked to the emperor's side, and he and Fyodor faced the wind and snow together.

"I do not know"

"But as long as we continue to move forward, the corruption and depravity will be swept away by us."

Fyodor stretched out his hand, caught the falling snowflakes, and then made a fist gesture.

"Werther, we can definitely do it."

On the face of the new emperor, the spirit of a hero emerged.

"If the officials are corrupt, we will choose capable ministers; if the army is incompetent, we will appoint good generals and train good soldiers; if the people are ignorant, we will civilize them."

Different from the tyranny of the late emperor, Werther felt more vitality and heroism in Fyodor.

"Witt, we will definitely defeat the shadow left by the late emperor."

The cold wind was blowing, and the speaker looked into Fyodor's eyes, he was in a trance.

In those eyes, Werther seemed to see flames, which were sporadic firelights as tiny as gravel.

However, this flame is clearly going to ignite the entire Ursus, and it is clearly going to dispel the darkness in the entire Ursus.

Werther opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but an inappropriate voice came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, General Joseph asks to see you"

Werther nodded to Fyodor, opened the door, and then said to the attendant:

"Let General Joseph come in."

In the room, Fyodor calmly returned to his seat, put away the tea set, and regained his majestic appearance.

Joseph, the commander-in-chief of the Third Army, was a timid man who had escaped the purges many times and also sat on the sidelines during the great rebellion.

Not long ago, Fyodor heard that an unexpected incident had occurred in the Third Army, but Joseph kept it secret very well and did not have any more useful information.

A tall soldier with a loyal face walked into the room. He came to Fyodor's seat and stood respectfully.

"General Joseph, sit down"

Fyodor patted the empty chair, but Joseph did not dare to sit down.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty."

Emperor Ursus raised his eyebrows

"Oh? You are the humerus of Ursus, what are you guilty of?"

Joseph looked calm on the surface, but he was a little unhappy in his heart.If the emperor hadn't sent internal guards to kill his soldiers, Joseph would not have come all the way to report on his duties.

"I was not strict in running the army, which resulted in the death of a battalion of soldiers trying to quell the rebellion of the infected."

Feodor showed a thoughtful expression. It turned out that the Third Army had lost a battalion. No wonder the martial law has been so strict recently.

However, if it was just such a small matter, there was no need for him to report it in person.

Unless... there's something else hidden in this matter.

Under inertial thinking, Fyodor quickly thought of a possible answer.

Perhaps, it was the god who caused trouble and created opportunities for Fyodor.

Thinking of this, Fyodor tapped the table lightly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly

"Is it just... that the army is not being run strictly?"

Although they were just a few words, Fyodor's words made General Joseph unable to lift his head. He took a deep breath and knelt on the ground.