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

In the distance, Tallulah slowly let go of the flag, letting it be burned by the flames and turned into ashes.

Only then did she reveal a cold smile. She wanted to sacrifice the entire integration movement and turn it into fuel for war.

"No... Tallulah... you can't do this!"

Alina stretched out her hand with a desperate expression, trying to catch the dying figure.

She woke up.

This is a pure white room, filled with the smell of disinfectant.Alina's body was plugged into several life-sustaining devices. In addition, Herage also purchased instruments to detect her physical condition from the black market.

Now, these instruments made a sharp alarm sound. After hearing the movement, the iron door was gently pushed open, and a gray-haired old man walked in.

"you're awake."

Herage spoke as if stating something insignificant.

A year after he made the deal with the guard, the unidentified infected man finally recovered from organ failure and regained consciousness.

He didn't know if this was a good thing. According to the inner guard, Alina had an important mission, but what could the girl in front of him, who had difficulty even standing up, do?

"who are you?"

Alina showed a cautious expression. She had been unconscious for so long that Alina almost forgot what she had experienced.

"Herag, a warrior, is also the owner of this clinic."

The white-haired old man spread his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, but Alina could clearly feel the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier in him.

No matter what, I should try to get out of here, find Tallulah, and find the Integration Movement.

Thinking like this, Alina wanted to control her body to lift the quilt, but she tried several times, but her left hand never obeyed.

Finally, Alina switched to her right hand and she smoothly lifted the quilt.

What appeared in her sight was the empty left sleeve.

"What I need to tell you is that your thighs and arms were cut off by weapons. Even though the doctors tried their best, they could only reattach your thighs but not your arms."

Herage glanced at Alina with pity. He knew that Alina would find it difficult to accept this fact.

The next moment, the gray-haired girl struggled to get up from the bed. Although her movements were clumsy and it took a lot of effort, she did it.

"Thank you for saving me, Mr. Herrag."

Facing Alina's trembling right hand, the white-haired old man showed a complicated expression, and then slowly held it.

"For your health reasons, I do not recommend that you exercise immediately. You have been in a coma for nearly a year and you need rehabilitation."

Herage motioned for Alina to lie down again, and then took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket.

"Patient No. 001 has regained consciousness. Please evaluate her health condition."

Soon, Alina heard footsteps coming from outside the door. It was the sound of a doctor carrying a medical kit.

In the following time, the doctor conducted detailed tests on Alina's physical condition and customized a recovery plan for her.

Even the smallest leg lift was difficult at first, but Alina persevered.In the days that followed, Azazel's patients could often see a gray-haired girl undergoing rehabilitation exercises accompanied by a doctor.

Falling down again and again, getting up again and again, time passes day by day.

In her free time, Alina often reads newspapers or communicates with those infected.This young girl wants to be as knowledgeable as possible and understand current affairs, and she knows that time waits for no one.

Two months later, Alina has basically recovered her mobility. She has almost become the king of children in the Azazel Clinic. Every sick little infected person is willing to talk to her. She has a magical power. Always able to keep people calm.

At the end of 1096, Alina decided to bid farewell to Azazel and embark on the path of finding an integrated movement.

Alina knew that Tallulah's path needed to be corrected, and she was afraid that her best friend would go astray.

Herage stopped her.

"Alina, I don't know what kind of mission you are carrying, but now is not a good time for you to leave."

As he spoke, the white-haired Liboli took out a newspaper from his pocket. The newspaper contained a notice that Chernobog had begun to impose restrictions.

It is said that Ursus will hold a high-level meeting near Chernobog, and most of the nobles, including Emperor Ursus, will attend.For this reason, the security forces of nearby cities have to be mobilized.

If Alina chooses to set off at this time, she is likely to run into the inspection team and be sent to the infected factory after her identity is exposed.

For this reason, Alina had to temporarily shelve her plans and choose to stay in Azazel for a few more days.

At this time, there was already an undercurrent surging in Ursus. The integration movement going south had unknowingly arrived at Chernobog. Tallulah was about to complete the deal between herself, the nobles, and the inner guards.

On the other side, the emperor of Ursus, Fyodor, who had a high reputation among the people, finally received the oracle.Feodor chose to believe in his divine allies. Perhaps, this would be his closest chance to the glory of Ursus.

People with different demands and goals gathered together, making the already confusing situation even more difficult to understand.

Can the infected, Ursus, this land really have a good ending?

Chapter 81: God, you mean it!

If we want to know Emperor Ursus's plans, we must move forward in time, to a few weeks ago.

At this time, Fyodor had just completed a wave of major purges.After experiencing the assassination, the emperor spared no effort to liquidate the nobles involved in the matter.

Fyodor was not afraid of the assassination, he was just angry.

He was angry at the deaths of the civilians who stood in front of him, and he was extremely angry at the corrupt nobles who were so greedy that they couldn't feed them enough.

Feodor knew very well that unless these shameless nobles were dealt with, Ursus would not see the light of day.

Under his assignment, various intelligence agencies began to work, and the nobles took action after hearing the news. Some fled to neighboring countries, and more people chose to introduce the scapegoat.

In the end, Fyodor got a result. Three counts were responsible for the assassination. Two of them hanged themselves in the room, and the remaining one was crushed to pieces in a car accident while escaping.

"This is a deception, a betrayal."

Fyodor sat on the chair and coldly threw the document on the table, knowing very well that these three counts were not the masterminds.

After many days of work, he felt overwhelmed. The emperor rubbed his eyes tiredly, and then picked up another document.

This is a document related to the infected factory, written by Speaker Witte himself.In the document, Werther told the emperor about the living conditions of those infected and suggested some improvements.

At the end of the article, Witte said: "Your Majesty, my subordinates and I have carried out regular education for the infected people, with the purpose of making them feel the grace of Ursus. I believe that these infected people are not useless."

Werther was a capable minister and official, and Fyodor trusted his judgment. What's more, the emperor had already seen the power of the infected with his own eyes.

After handling these important documents, Feodor had the time to look through local documents. As usual, he flipped through them casually and found that there was nothing new.

Suddenly Fyodor stopped, pulled out a file, and began to read.

"miracle?"

Fyodor looked at the photos in the file. He looked at the mess and thought of Sunset Canyon for a moment.

The same inhuman destructive power is also praised as "god-like power."

This news made Feodor's heart become excited for a moment. He had a vague guess, but it still needed to be verified, so he continued to flip through the documents.

Documents sent from local authorities are often delayed, their arrival date is not fixed, and those specious documents will be backlogged for a long time.Soon, Fyodor found a few more documents, and he arranged them one by one.

"A blind girl in Fidoy City restored light. The girl said she saw gods in the darkness."

"The bandits that plagued the village of Muir were wiped out overnight, and the villagers gathered to thank the gods."

"..."

Documents like this would appear from time to time, and Fyodor's frown was relieved.

"Is it you, my friend? Have you conquered that terrible and unknown enemy?"

Fyodor recalled the terrifying sights he saw in his sleep: the vast and vast star gate, the gods confronting the unknown.

"Yes!"

In a daze, from a higher space, Feodor heard a response. The voice had the majesty of a god, and he was instantly impressed.

His consciousness was becoming calmer and his body began to relax. Fyodor slowly lay down and fell asleep in a comfortable position.

When Fyodor regained his sight, he found that he was standing in front of a huge map. Fyodor stepped forward and found that it was a map of Ursus. Every city and every village is marked in detail.

Then, Fyodor saw a touch of blackness, a touch of deathly silence, a chaos that seemed to be able to swallow up the entire Terra. It condensed a figure beside Fyodor, and this pure white world was also injected with life.

"Ah, my friend, how glad I am to see you again!"

The emperor's eyes widened in surprise. He wanted to take off his hat in greeting, but found that he was not wearing one.

The moment he saw this god, Fyodor felt sincere joy and peace of mind.The god knew Fyodor's ambitions and was willing to help Fyodor.

The phantom nodded slowly, and motioned Fyodor to look at the Ursus map hanging on the wall.

Fyodor pasted the map. He looked at the vast land of Ursus, looked at the villages and mobile cities, and then remembered the faces of those nobles.

After years of war and layer upon layer of exploitation by the nobility, how are the people of Ursus living?How to recreate that illusory glory?

As if receiving some kind of guidance, Fyodor felt that he had realized the god's intention.At this moment, the map began to flash, reappearing the scene that Lin He had seen before.

As a result, Fyodor saw natural disasters coming and turning the Ursus people into infected people, who were soon persecuted to death; he saw the small nobles dominating the local area and oppressing the common people wantonly; he saw this The land is eating people, greedily chewing the flesh and blood of the Ursus people.

"Can such Ursus be called great?"

Faced with the god's question, Feodor remained silent.

As emperor, he felt that he had done a lot, but his actions could not shake this land of suffering.

Corruption continues to flourish and tragedies keep repeating themselves.

The dark shadow waved slightly, and the whole scene changed dramatically.This time, He and Feodor stood on a battlefield together.

Yellow sand flew up, and the two armies collided with each other, instantly dripping with blood. The city defense guns and high-speed battleships kept roaring, and death and disaster descended.

"Is this Ursus and... Great Yan?"

Feodor keenly noticed two flags, one was the double-headed eagle of Ursus, and the other belonged to the ancient empire.

This scene made Emperor Ursus feel uneasy. He knew the situation of Ursus better than anyone else. A big war might temporarily alleviate various conflicts within Ursus, but it would be tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

A hole cannot hide a hole, and the trick of adding more water to noodles and more noodles to water no longer works.

"A storm, a conspiracy, has enveloped Ursus"

The god spoke with a majestic and majestic voice.

"Your ministers, those warring factions, are going to provoke a war, a real war."

In Lin He's sight, the face of the tall man in black robe changed. He suppressed his fear and uneasiness and asked the gods.

"So, my friend, where do the Ursans turn when faced with the dark clouds of war?"

In a daze, Fyodor heard a contemptuous laugh.

How domineering and fearless is this, Emperor Ursus thought to himself.

I'm afraid, in this person's eyes, human wars are just some ants fighting against each other.

"Remember the promise I made?"

Feodor's eyelids twitched. He suddenly realized something and his whole body became excited.

"You mean, make Ursus strong again?"

Lin He nodded, clapped his hands, and following his order, the scene changed again.

With tall buildings and busy traffic, the whole world seems vivid and active.Here, Originium Disease can be cured, and the contradiction between infected and non-infected people no longer exists; here, even civilians can enter the Duma, and politics is not a plaything of the nobility; here, no one will suffer from hunger, and no one will suffer from hunger. People deserve to die in an dishonorable way, and every Ursus has his or her own worth.

This is the future promised by the gods.

"Therefore, you should purge the rebellious ministers and darkness."

There was no fluctuation in the god's words, but Fyodor could faintly smell the smell of blood. Of course he understood the meaning behind these words.

"Are you saying that the opportunity has come?"

Feodor secretly clenched his fists, as if he could seize Ursus' future in this way.

Everything seemed unreal to him, but Fyodor was willing to believe in his spiritual friends.

"Yes, the time of judgment has come."

Lin He spoke coldly

"Those warlords and warmongers on the other side, you no longer need to make excuses, let them do it!"

"I will break those sharp blades and those flags with my own hands."

After hearing the words of the gods clearly, Feodor's breathing became rapid. For a moment, he hesitated because he didn't know whether he would be a holy king or a sinner.