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

A father violently raped his child, and the mother over there wiped away tears while comforting her son. The sister who lost her parents held her brother's hand, and then covered his ears to prevent him from hearing such a terrible speech.

What's more, they wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but unfortunately, before they took the first step, the soldiers of the Integration Movement on the side drew their swords and made threatening movements.

In the crowd, the atmosphere of fear and sadness continued to permeate, almost driving people crazy, and this was exactly what Mephistopheles wanted. What he enjoyed most was the sight of these people struggling to die.

"I know you're scared because being burned really hurts, it hurts."

The white-haired boy drawled his voice, and then continued.

"However, I am not an unreasonable devil. We infected people have humanity, unlike you Chernobog people who eat people without spitting out their bones..."

Speaking of this, Mephistopheles seemed to be recalling some bad past events. His pupils narrowed slightly, and then he pointed at the long knife thrown on the ground.

"If any of you...if you don't want to be burned to death, you can use this knife to escape in advance?"

Hearing Mephisto's words, some of the survivors who had originally had hope in their hearts changed their expressions. They were trembling all over and did not dare to imagine the horror that was about to come to Huai'an.

"Well, isn't it generous of me to allow you to choose how you want to die?"

The white-haired boy laughed again, and for a moment, those bad memories occupied his mind.

He thought of hiding in the sewers but still being caught by the infected pickets and taking away his companions who were beaten to death. He thought of the miners who were imprisoned in the Ursus mine and oppressed to death.

Yes, he has shown his kindness enough. You must know that many of the infected people do not even deserve to choose a decent death.

One minute passed, and there were still only cries in the crowd. No one stepped forward to pick up the knife, which made Mephistopheles feel a little bored.

"Eh? Doesn't anyone need it? It's not a friendly act to waste other people's kindness, right?"

He shook his head helplessly, and then gave instructions to the members of the integration movement behind him.

"Since they are unwilling to do it themselves, I have no choice but to trouble you."

"Go ahead and get what we have prepared."

Following Mephisto's order, these infected people brought fuel and accelerants from nearby and poured them on the ground.

Soon, the pungent breath of chemicals poured into the nasal cavity, and these survivors cried even more fiercely.

"Well, this does seem a bit cruel."

Mephistopheles seemed to have thought of something

"If they are burned alive, we won't be able to make integrated movement patterns. It's better to let them die."

On his face, a bright smile that made people shudder.

"My fellow citizens, take up arms and feel free."

The infected cheered and drew their weapons.These people are Mephisto's hand-picked subordinates, and each of them has a strong hatred for ordinary people.

"Mom, I don't want to die."

A little boy cried in his mother's arms.

"No, I don't allow you to hurt my family."

The trembling man opened his arms and blocked his wife and daughter.

When the infected approached civilians and were about to carry out a killing, an accident happened.

In the distance, in the shadows beyond the reach of light and brightness, something was approaching.

"hiss······"

An infected person felt cold all over, and he seemed to hear the sound of a beast panting.

"call···"

Darkness spread along the ruined road until it reached the toes of these infected people.

A dazed black dot slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Chapter 1: Kill, kill, kill!

There was silence, the whole street fell into silence, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of hunting wind.

"Hula————"

The strong wind swept the dust and sand, filling people's vision, but even if the sand was blown into their eyes, these integrated movements did not dare to stretch out their hands to rub it for a moment. Their bodies were stiff and they stared at one place.

A few hundred meters away from everyone stood a small dot. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to notice it.That little dot just stood there, but it made everyone present feel their hearts in their throats.

No one knows what it is, only the fear engraved in the deepest part of the gene is awakened and ignited.They were afraid, but they didn't know why they were afraid. It was as if what stood in the distance was [fear] itself.

Slowly, the black dot took a step forward, but he moved dozens of meters in an instant. At this time, someone with sharp eyes finally saw his appearance clearly.

A fur coat, black military boots, and several windpipes were tangled messily, like tentacles. On his face, a ferocious mask was embedded. However, when the infected people wanted to take a closer look, they felt that the mask seemed to come alive. They saw the flesh sprouts entangled and squirming on the shadowy face.

"Nei...nene..."

Among the survivors, a young noble pointed to the dark shadow. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to spit out some words, but he was stuck in his throat. There was a consciousness warning him that if he said that Forbidden words, everyone present will die.

The person who arrived at this moment was an internal guard. He was Lin He's original appearance after he came to this world.

Sometimes, Lin He believes that justice will eventually defeat injustice, and those who are unjust will eventually meet their own retribution.Therefore, he did not kill Tallulah himself. He believed that instead of strangling an ambitious man to death with violence, it would be better to let the land kill her.

But Mephistopheles was different. His pure evil and his behavior that was more contemptible than a thug made the player Lin He feel sincerely angry.

He originally wanted Hongxue or Alina to kill Mephisto, but when Lin He saw what Mephisto did, Lin He found that he had underestimated Mephisto's malice.

Such behavior is almost anti-human.

So, he didn't wait any longer. Instead of letting him continue to kill more innocent people, Lin He chose to take action here and strangle this poor and hateful infected person with his own hands.

"...It's really lively."

In front of everyone, the inner guard stretched out his left hand, and on the cuff, there was an embroidery of a soaring black eagle. The inner guard made his identity clear, and he did not bother to hide it.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Not far away, Mephistopheles gritted his teeth. Since the riots in Checheng, he had been going smoothly. No matter whether he was bullying civilians or inciting riots, no one had ever dared to stop him.

This dark figure made Mephisto feel sincerely ashamed, because the moment the inner guard appeared, Mephisto felt fearful.

It was as if he was back in the past, back to the time when he was lonely, helpless and at the mercy of others.

This is not right!

Now that Mephistopheles has his compatriots, he has power, and he can take revenge at will and bully those who have oppressed him.

To wash away this shame, this damn Ursus must pay the price.

"My compatriots, take him down for me!"

As he spoke, Mephistopheles used his Origin Stone skills to provide buffs to his men, making them extremely strong and unafraid of pain.

Lin He stared at the infected people rushing toward him. He could smell the blood on these people.

On them, Lin He could hear the cries of the dead and the wails of the Ursus.

These clips made Lin He and an internal defender feel angry.

So, the dark figure put his hand on his waist and pulled out the scarlet saber from his waist.

For an internal guard, except for those powerful and stubborn enemies, there is only one situation where he will draw this saber.

That is, he will carry out the will of Ursus, and he will judge on behalf of the monarch of Ursus.

Many infected people involuntarily slowed down in the middle of their charge. They looked at the inner guards and felt that the person standing in front of them was not a living person, but something bigger and majestic.

That is, a king, or... a country.

"Killing, rioting, incitement."

The inner guard spoke, his voice was muddy and corrupt, like the echo of the abyss.

"If you think that violence can answer all injustice..."

He stepped forward, drew a perfect arc with his sharp blade, and the cold light suddenly bloomed. With just one blow, he killed all the first batch of integrated movements that rushed up.

"Then today, Ursus will no longer cover up its brutality and its bloodshed."

The headless corpse was dripping with blood, while the inner guard stood in the rain of blood. The scarlet blood flowed along his leather clothes, leaving no trace behind.

The blood gathered at the soles of his feet, condensing into the shape of tentacles.

Fear was everywhere, sliding down Lin He's fingertips and spreading, almost engulfing everyone.

The sharp blade of Ursus protects the glory of Ursus and the future of Ursus. They represent the will of the king and the empire, and they have always done so.

But now, an internal guard comes forward. In this place with neither glory nor future, he wants to protect the people of Ursus.

This time, the sharp blade was drawn out of its sheath, not to assassinate princes and nobles, to exploit spirits and demons, or to defeat silver spears and cavalry. All he wanted to do was to protect those frightened and desperate survivors.

"No, no, how is this possible, how is this possible?"

Mephistopheles looked at the figure. He could not imagine that the inner guard actually had such power. He just raised his sword and struck, and the warriors of the Integrated Movement fell like wheat waves, unable to even make the slightest struggle.

Soon, the first team was almost wiped out. When the last soldier struggled to retreat and fell to the ground, the cruel infected person began to cry and beg for mercy. He struggled to crawl forward, but was killed by Lin. He grabbed his head.

"When you begged for mercy, did you recall... the civilians who were burned alive by you?"

The inner guard asked. He exerted a little force, and the skull deformed in his hands, making a creepy "clicking" sound, and then the brains burst open.

A confused corpse fell to the ground. After doing this, Lin He raised his head. He turned his gaze to Mephistopheles, to him and his other troops.

"You guys, have you figured out how to die?"

Blood and minced meat slid down Lin He's palm, and his voice was like a devil's whisper, spreading into the minds of every infected person.

A biting chill filled the air, while fear and despair spread behind Lin He, swelling, and finally turned into a huge monster, almost destroying the rationality of these infected people.

Chapter 111: No mercy

Facing the inner guards approaching them, these infected people retreated subconsciously. Behind their masks, there were frightened faces.

They were thugs who had killed infected people with a grin, but when these thugs faced creatures that were far more powerful than themselves, they showed a cowardly look.

They should run away, they should run away, this Ursus soldier is definitely not something they can resist, absolutely not.

I don't know who took the lead. The first one dropped his weapon and turned around to run towards the end of the street. Then, almost all the infected people turned around and ran away in all directions.

"Retreat, retreat quickly! How can we resist such power!"

A frightened infected person shouted. He seemed to have lost his mind. While tearing off his mask, he pulled off the logo of the integration movement, as if in this way, he could escape the fate of being killed.

With a "bang", the infected person hit something. He raised his head, only to find that the person standing in front of him was their commander Mephistopheles.

The white-haired boy showed an angry expression. He was like a cat with explosive hair, clenching his fists tightly.

"You...useless trash"

"Who allowed you to leave!"

He suddenly raised his hand and activated his Origin Stone skill.

In the air, bright crystal-like dust appeared. They dispersed following Mephisto's instructions, and then adhered to the infected.

Later, these infected people felt itchy all over their bodies. They scratched desperately until their flesh and blood were bloody, but they could not stop the itching.

Soon, Mephisto's Originium skills took root in the infected people. The skin of these infected people began to turn white, and clusters of Originium penetrated the skin one after another.

"Ahhh...no, leader, you!"

Many infected people want to beg for mercy, but their thinking ability is being rapidly deprived of them. The Source Stone is squeezing their life force and turning their organs into Source Stone.

After the severe pain, there was a powerful force. Mephistopheles forcibly catalyzed the ore disease in these infected people, deepening the infection symptoms while also improving the herd's combat capabilities.

The situation seemed to have been reversed. Dozens of monsters with ferocious faces stood in front of Mephisto. They obeyed Mephisto and did not feel pain or fear. They were natural killing machines.

"Come, look, look at my masterpiece!"

The white-haired boy waved his arms, his expression was crazy, and he looked like he was possessed.

He decided that after subduing this pretentious Ursus soldier, Mephistopheles would tear his tendons, and then use the Origin Stone to transform him into an infected person, so that he could taste the pain of the infected person.

Less than 50 meters away from Mephisto and his herd, Lin He held a knife in both hands, and the small bloody snake under his feet slowly wrapped around the tip of the knife.

Everything is under Lin He's control, but Lin He does not intend to kill Mephistopheles so easily. He wants this madman to taste the same pain and despair as his victim.

"Come on, your dirty fate!"

Lin He spoke, his voice was sharp and majestic, like a god issuing a sentence.