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

"What should I use to respond to your injustice?"

"The leader of the infected, the source of riots, the instigator and deceiver, the righteous [Tallulah]."

Hongxue narrowed her eyes. She felt the expanding heat, and at the same time she felt the malice coming from [Tallulah].

She is different from Alina. Alina wants to correct Tallulah's mistakes. She wants to find the fighter she once was.Hongxue appears here to find justice for those civilians and innocent people, and to correct the path of the misguided integration movement.

"Oh? What do I see, a...rebel?"

Tallulah retreated calmly until she came to the wall, and then took off the sword she had thrown.

Hongxue nodded, she signaled Alina to hide behind her, and then aimed her crossbow at Tallulah.

"Yes, if the flag loses its way, if the platform gathers dust, I should rebel."

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Hundreds of kilometers away, in the outskirts of the mobile city of Petersburg, a military town in Ursus, a scheduled military exercise was about to begin.

In order to prepare for the scheduled war, all the major dukes and military leaders were present. All of these people were leaders of the war faction and important figures in the army.

At the same time, the nobles, big and small, also tried their best to smoothen their relationships. They put their heirs or children into the army to find official positions for them, so as to win promotions.

In a tent for big shots to rest, two dukes were sitting. They shared a channel and asked eagerly.

"Inner guard, how is the situation?"

There were only a dozen hours left before the time they scheduled with Kosich.

There was a "hissing" noise from the other end of the intercom, and then there was a hoarse response.

"The snake is born."

"The snake is born" is the secret code, which means that everything goes well and the war will break out.

In an instant, the two dukes showed satisfied expressions. They stood up and walked to the tent together, ready to start reviewing the troops.

Soon, tens of thousands of Ursus soldiers began to gather. These soldiers belonging to the Third Army were the humerus of the main war faction. It was with this strong force that the old nobles and officers could gain a foothold in the Parliament.

Standing on the military parade platform, the three dukes were all determined to win. Behind them, there were dozens of earls and marquis.

As a high-level military exercise in Ursus, except for the emperor who still stayed in the Holy Castle, almost all the top leaders of the main war faction came.

And just when the Dukes were about to issue an order for the troops to march out and show the glory of Ursus, a young man appeared in the corner of the military parade.

It seemed to be a painter. He was wearing traditional Ursus clothes and holding a huge scroll in his hand, which was still dripping with ink.

The Duke of York was puzzled. He thought that some grand duke had invited him to help with the military exercise, so he showed an interesting expression.

"Come forward, our great painter!"

Ursus soldiers and guards are everywhere here. Even the Silver Spear Pegasus or the Pope's Gun Cavalry have to temporarily avoid Ursus's sharp edge. He has such confidence.

The painter nodded, showed a vague smile, and then raised his head.

When these nobles wanted to take a closer look at the painter's appearance, they seemed to be looking at something too sacred and could not see clearly.

"Show me your handiwork."

Faced with the request of a grand duke, the painter certainly had no reason to refuse. He humbly handed over the scroll in his hand and stood still.

Several curious nobles came together. Under their witness, the Duke of York opened the scroll with a smile. To be honest, he was also very curious about what was painted inside.

The next moment, almost everyone's expressions changed.

The several-meter-wide scroll was slowly unfolded, revealing wild lines of uneven thickness.

Blackness and misfortune intersect, and the scroll is sketched and smeared with paint, making it almost unrecognizable.Layers upon layers of darkness occupy a large area of ​​the screen.

This chaotic and gloomy tone does not look like a work of art, but rather... a brewing natural disaster!

Chapter 118: Generals fight side by side with patriots

Wilderness outside Longmen

An integrated movement team arrived at the predetermined retreat route, then boarded the vehicle and sped towards the distance.This is the team led by [Mephistopheles] and Faust.

After leading Faust and the Wendigo team to retreat, the identity of [Mephisto] lost its meaning. When others were not paying attention, Lin He used the shapeshifter to fabricate an identical body and stayed to lead the integration movement in the retreat. , and he himself has to do something more important.

This matter is related to the future direction of Ursus, and he must use his full strength.

A few hours later, Faust and the others could already see the core city moving in the wasteland. Signal soldiers tried to contact the headquarters, but received no response.They had no choice but to fire signal flares to signal the integration movement in the core city to put down the response device.

When this force entered the core city, a battle had come to an end.

In the distance, Hongxue's soldiers surrounded the shield guards. They cooperated with Herage's military police to limit their movements while not injuring the shield guards as much as possible.

Herage and the Patriot also stopped fighting. The former general helped the Patriot sit down and tried to bandage him.

"General, your swordsmanship has reached its peak. Even the collective charge of the Silver Spear Pegasus cannot penetrate this armor."

Bodrokas made a sound like a rock. He was gasping for air. Just now, the Patriot tried his best to catch Herage's ultimate sword skill.

Herage smiled. He casually tore off a piece of cloth from the general's uniform, and then pressed it on the wound on the Patriot's chest. With the Wendigo's terrifying physical fitness and recovery ability, it won't be long before the Patriot can Self-healing.

"Long time no see, Bozokasti, you have made some progress."

As he spoke, the blond Li Boli looked at the soldiers who were still fighting in the distance, and then said in a questioning tone: "You have given enough loyalty to the integration movement. Now, maybe there is a better relationship between our soldiers." s solution."

They are not enemies in the first place, but the patriots have their own beliefs that they want to implement, and Herage does not want him to perish like this.

The Patriot nodded, stood up directly, and then made his move toward the shield guard.

"My soldiers! Stop, there is no need to fight each other anymore."

Under the orders of the patriots, the soldiers raised their shields high and retreated slowly. At almost the same time, Hongxue's soldiers and the military police also retreated, keeping a distance from the shield guards to show goodwill.

Hongxue's soldiers knew very well that these shield guards were not enemies. They had never exploited ordinary people, nor had they killed innocent people. They were the defenders of order, and fighting was meaningless.

The military and police officers followed Herage's orders. Even before setting off, Herage had already stated his opinion: Harassment is the main purpose, and there is no need to risk one's life.

Just when everyone thought everything was over, a violent explosion roar came from inside the partition. It was the sound made by Ursus soldiers and Hongxue's team. This level of firepower was far from what it was. What the infected can contend with.

"Everyone, move forward!"

Bella gave the order and led the team through the partition and ran towards the core tower. She was afraid that Hongxue would make a mistake, and she was also afraid that her infected compatriots would be damaged here.

"This explosion... is a product of the Ursus military."

Herage showed a serious expression

"General, it seems that something happened in the core tower that the infected are not aware of."

Next to Herage, the tall Wendigo raised his head and looked into the distance. Through the partition, he could faintly see the dazzling black color in the core tower, which seemed to be the color of some kind of uniform.

The blond Li Boli cast his eyes on the gorgeous scimitar on the Patriot's waist, and expressed his inner doubts.

"Bozokasti, where did your scimitar come from? It was a gift from the past, or..."

He did not continue because the topic was sensitive.

After a moment of silence, the patriot took off the scimitar hanging from his waist and handed it to Herage.

"General, as you may have imagined, this scimitar was a gift from my king."

"I saw his majestic figure, and I saw his lofty aspirations. He gave me his sharp blade and ordered me to protect the people of Ursus."

And the patriot did exactly that. During his stay in Qicheng, he and his shield guards often patrolled intensively to stop the atrocities of a few restless cadres and rescue the survivors in need.

"Yeah, that's really nice."

Herage smiled. For a soldier, nothing is more inspiring than the affirmation of the king and the country.

"Bodrokasi of Ursus, you are a true patriot. You have always stood on the side of justice in Ursus."

He took the scimitar and looked at it carefully. Its gorgeous and noble appearance was something Herague had never seen before.

Tentatively, the old man slightly pulled the blade out of its sheath.

A flash of pure white spread out in front of their eyes, which seemed to be some kind of Originium skill engraved in it.

Patriot and Herage opened their eyes wide with incredible expressions. At the end of the light, they saw a strange and familiar figure.

It was a tall man, wearing a crown and holding a scepter, standing at the highest point of the Holy Castle, looking majestic and high-spirited.

"Ursus, oh, Ursus!"

When he spoke, his voice was melancholy and full of enthusiasm.

"I should clear away the corruption, correct the injustice, and bring light to this land!"

Facing this vast land, the Ursus emperor swore like this.

"My king..."

The general and the patriots lowered their heads together. They wanted to show respect for the king, even though this was just a shadow left by the Originium skill.

Facing the boundless future of Ursus, the new king said this.

"War, hunger, corruption should not trouble my people."

The pure white shadow raised its hand, as if to hold a piece of the future

"When the shadow that shrouds Ursus recedes, I will also promise the infected a bright future. They are also a glorious part of Ursus."

"The city belongs to the infected, the home belongs to the infected, and the tomorrow of Ursus belongs to us!"

As he uttered the last word, the emperor lowered his head and looked toward the growing darkness beneath him.

So he broke the scepter and took off the crown and threw it away.

Finally, the emperor of Ursus opened his hands, embraced Ursus in his heart, and then jumped down, falling into decay and darkness, and fell to pieces.

The illusion ended and the light dissipated, but Herage and the Patriot could not recover for a long time.

Is that the past or the future?Is that fantasy, or prophecy?

No one knows the answer.

In a daze, the patriot recalled the scene he saw in Qicheng. He still remembered the king's words, his promise and affirmation.

The new king is different from the previous king in that he is willing to extend mercy to the infected.

However, this land is too cold, and those nobles are too greedy. Even the brilliance of a king cannot shine through the long night.

The patriot thought more. He remembered that when wandering in the frozen soil, despite the hardship and no way out, the infected people would still light bonfires every night and talk about their ideals of life and the future of the infected people.

The words that appeared most often in their mouths were naturally "I want to have a city that belongs to the infected."

If possible, the infected would also like to bask in the honor of Ursus, and even small pieces of charity would be enough to make them grateful.

But just now, the patriot had a glimpse of the aspirations of an emperor, and he heard Fyodor's promise.

"Everyone has a home to return to."

The pure-blooded Wendigo was silent for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the distance of the partition, to the black that was as diffuse as locusts, and to Ursus' third army.

Obviously, these soldiers did not follow Fyodor's instructions, they were just provoking war and confrontation.

"General, can you do me a favor?"

Beside Herage, the Patriot spoke. He discarded the broken halberd, and then took the sharp blade from Herage's hand.

Herage nodded and motioned for the Patriot to continue.

"In the past, I have never been your soldier, never fought alongside you."

"You must have heard His Majesty's expectations. For me and the millions of infected people, we can't find any reason to refuse."

"So, can you please, as a general, command us again?"

Faced with the Patriot's invitation, Herage put his hand on his command knife and stood at attention.

At this moment, the indifference and vicissitudes of life on his face disappeared, replaced by a military temperament, cold and sharp, like an Ursus blade.

Herage was tired of killing. He endured the injustice of this country but never complained.Even though Ursus had wanted to kill him, Herague only kept his name anonymously and never thought of becoming his enemy.

Like a patriot, he loved this huge country.When he finds that Ursus is worthy of his sacrifice, the general will give his all without hesitation.

"Yes, it's my pleasure."

As he spoke, the former general stepped forward, and the patriot followed behind him. The general and the captain were about to fight together.

"Fighters, grab your weapons and march forward in formation!"

The shield guards and the military police responded to Herage's order together. They ran in small steps and made a neat sound, heading towards the gate of the partition.