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

When the girl realized what Tallulah was going to do, she quickly ran to the edge and caught Tallulah as she fell.

"Tallulah...my best friend"

A crystal teardrop fell on the face of the gray-haired girl, and [Tallulah] showed a helpless expression.

She had completely lost control of her body and couldn't even light a match.

"...You win, Alina."

She left such light words and then handed the body back to the real Tallulah.

Chapter 1: God said, you all deserve to die

In the outskirts of the moving city of Petersburg, the sky suddenly turned black, as if by magic, and large groups of natural disaster clouds suddenly appeared.

If such a scene were seen by natural disaster experts, it would probably overturn their understanding immediately, because it does not conform to any recorded natural disaster laws in history.

It was cloudless just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, black clouds pressed over the city, the sky seemed to be falling, thunder roared, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

"You... what is the meaning of this painting of yours?"

The Duke of York held this ominous scroll with a frightened expression, and then loudly questioned the painter.

In his sight, the painter did not answer. He just showed a hazy smile and pointed to the sky.

"Boom—"

As if agreed, the pale lightning exploded, and its roar was more spectacular than the march of a high-speed warship.

At the same time, the several-meter-long painting unfolded on its own. It was clear that there was no wind blowing, but it swayed on its own.Dark ink kept dripping down the corners of the paper, falling to the ground without leaving any trace.

"Ah, what exactly is this..."

The Duke of York's expression changed drastically. He threw the scroll away violently, letting it fly in the air and disappear into the distance, and then shouted loudly

"Guard, take him down for me!"

Under the military parade, several soldiers trotted forward, then grabbed the painter and tried to take him away.

Without warning, the sky turned completely dark. It was still noon, but it was like midnight without a moon.The nobles all exclaimed. They didn't know what was happening. They just subconsciously retreated towards the corner and called their guards.

"Come on, come on!"

Their shouts were interrupted by thunder and lightning, and several arm-thick thunders pierced the night. It was only then that many soldiers raised their heads, and they discovered the terrifying vision.

"Cloud! Cloud! Cloud!"

Through the fleeting thunder, they noticed the natural disaster clouds gathering like mountain peaks. It had already taken shape, waiting for destruction to come.

"I embrace the strong wind in my arms and become the master of the sky."

The famous poet's "Ode to the Wind" was heard from the crowd like a psalm.

At some point, the painter had broken free. He was standing in the middle of the crowd, holding the scroll thrown away by the Duke of York.

However, the ink on the scroll is almost completely faded.

"The storm is coming!"

No one paid attention to this crazy painter. Without waiting for the orders of these grand dukes and counts, all the soldiers started running. They ran towards the military camp a few kilometers away and towards any place that could provide shelter.

What a joke!That was a natural disaster, a natural disaster that would kill countless people in an instant!

Everyone is running away, everyone is enveloped in panic, and the most fearful ones are undoubtedly the high-ranking princes. They have countless great achievements yet to be established, and they have not yet covered their families. No matter what, they cannot Die here.

"Do I allow you to leave?"

A voice sounded. It was very soft, but it passed clearly into the depths of everyone's consciousness.

As a result, both the Grand Duke and the soldiers stayed frozen in place. They seemed to be puppets on strings, being dragged by a pair of invisible hands, twisting their necks and looking at the same place.

There, stood a figure, an Ursus man, still holding a scroll in his hand, looking like a wandering painter who could be seen everywhere.

【Look directly at me】

Lin He issued His own laws, and He forced everyone to look at Him.

The next moment, He removed all disguises and showed his original posture in front of the soldiers and nobles.

The head split open and twisted tentacles sprouted. Thousands of granules grew along the cracks in the body, bursting and growing again.Scarlet liquid spurted out, exuding a pungent smell of blood.

There were golden wings falling from the sky, illusory and beautiful. A nobleman watched a piece of feather fall on his shoulder, and then a vertical pupil appeared. It plunged into the chest of the nobleman, drained him dry and shattered him, leaving not even a scream.

An indescribable aura enveloped everyone. The Third Army was indeed an elite force, and the nobles present were all powerful figures. They should have created their own epic.

However, everything turned into a shadow after they gazed at this great being beyond imagination.

He cannot be understood, let alone observed. Any gaze will lead to unimaginable collapse and erosion. Lin He just stood here, and many soldiers began to lose their minds. They were transforming into real monsters.

"boom!"

Affected by the power of the gods, the Cannon Harbingers fell from the sky one after another, causing explosions after falling.

A count stretched out his hand tremblingly. He looked towards the direction where the high-speed battleship was parked, wanting to notify the soldiers to come and destroy this unimaginable evil god.

The next moment, flesh sprouts hundreds of meters high rose from the hull of the high-speed battleship. While penetrating the armor, they also killed all the soldiers.

Such a frightening and desperate look instantly broke the Earl's will. As long as he knew it, the high-speed battleship has always been a treasure of mankind and a symbol of the strength and greatness of Ursus. But now, it has been Crushed, like crushing a cookie.

【Death】

This is what the twisted and strange great being said to the fearful and desperate sentient beings.

So, the Sword of Damocles hanging high in the sky finally arrived, and natural disasters flowed from his fingertips, and then tilted down the power from Terra. This is the ultimate fear of this land, and it is also something that humans can never reach. The pinnacle of mystery.

Thousands of thunders roared and surged, shining through the suffering sky, the air was burning, and the sound of surging ocean waves was heard in the distance. After everything was silent, there was eternal daylight.

A huge bolt of lightning came, and even the people of Ursus hundreds of kilometers away noticed this strange phenomenon. It looked like the thunder spear thrown by the main god Zeus, and like the eternal spear of the great god Odin. Everything was mythical. appearance.

When death came, everyone bowed their heads humbly. At the last moment, they had no fear or hatred, and everyone had an unconcealable smile on their face.

In the face of chaos and evil that humans cannot imagine, a simple death is the ultimate reward.

The natural disaster that once took away the lives of millions of Ursans is now covering the earth without reservation. The energy it bursts out is billions of times more powerful than city defense cannons. Endless light and heat bloom, and the earth shakes. The sky lost color.

In the face of this equal power of destruction, no living thing can survive.Mountains and rivers will be flattened, seas will be evaporated, high-speed battleships will be melted into molten iron, and millions of armies will be reduced to ashes.

However, there are exceptions.

At the center of the natural disaster, countless Origin Stone clusters rose from the ground, and the entire terrain was flattened for several meters. Where soldiers and nobles once stood, there are now only dark traces left, and their fame and fortune have been turned to dust.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a figure slowly walked out of the ruins. It was an Ursus man, and there was no dust on his body.

The Duke's residence somewhere in St. John's Castle

Several attendants were running around in the yard, looking extremely frightened.Just now, they synchronized the instruments that recorded the Duke's body data, but found that all the values ​​​​returned to zero one by one.

They tried dozens of times, but still couldn't get back the data that was supposed to be uploaded to the server.

Excluding the instrument failure, there is only one possibility for this situation, and that is that the Duke is dead.

This is impossible, absolutely impossible. The Third Army is the elite among Ursus' elites and is the Duke's trusted army. He is a hundred times safer staying with the Army than staying at the Holy Castle.

Just when several attendants were hoping to get lucky, they wanted to ask the retainer who was looking after the Duke's eldest son's data, but they saw the retainer's pale face without a trace of blood.

"Young... Young Master, he..."

The retainer did not continue, and fainted from fright.

Scenes like this are constantly being staged in the Holy Castle. The mansions of nobles one after another are brightly lit, and family members are summoned for emergency meetings.

The nobles who participated in this military exercise were all absolute militants. They were also important forces in the Duma. Such a change would have a completely unimaginable impact on the politics of Ursus.

Obviously, Ursus is about to change.

Chapter 121: The great rebellion of Ursus

People can be seen running on the streets of Holy Castle from time to time. It is obviously midnight, but it is as lively as the New Year.

Almost all intelligence agents were mobilized. They used all their connections to find out what happened in Petersburg and at that military exercise venue.

In addition, one group after another of soldiers entered from the outer city of Holy Castle. They claimed that Holy Castle was going to face a natural disaster and must strengthen patrols.The officers leading the team were all confidants of the grand dukes, so the city defense army did not dare to stop them.

In Holy Castle and even in Ursus as a whole, these grand dukes are absolute political forces. Even Fyodor has to give them three points.

In a secret club somewhere in Holy Castle, a meeting has come to an end.The participants were all temporary family heads of major nobles.

Not long ago, the great nobles who went to participate in the military exercise lost all information. Although they did not know what happened, these nobles were prepared in their hearts and prepared for the worst.

"...At this moment, we should focus on maintaining stability. Before the matter is thoroughly investigated, we must unite under His Majesty's banner and not act rashly."

The speaker was the acting person in charge designated by the Duke of York. He was a middle-aged man who spoke slowly and unhurriedly.

"Fuck your fucking fart!"

The temporary head of the Duke of Kyle family slammed the table, making a violent sound. He stood up suddenly and yelled at the attendees.

"Everyone knows that the Third Army is an absolute elite, and Petersburg is also an important military town in Ursus. In such a place, our Lord Duke lost his life. Don't you think it's particularly strange?"

The head of the family's face turned red, and he was obviously out of control.Duke Kyle was in his prime, and his death was a loss that the Kyle family could not bear. In order to vent his anger, the temporary head of the Kyle family began to speak out, and even put the tacit secrets of the major Dukes on the table. .

"Except for the immortals hidden in the mists of history, the only one who can do this is the existence mentioned by the inner guards, the evil god who cooperates with His Majesty the Emperor!"

"You all know that His Majesty the Emperor has always been conservative. He has never been in favor of starting a war. However, recently, his attitude has taken a 180-degree turn. How can this not make people suspicious!"

Looking at the particularly agitated head of the Kyle family, the expressions of the representatives of the nobles became extremely ugly. Of course, they had also suspected Emperor Ursus, suspecting that he had uprooted all the war factions, but they could not prove it.

Just as the atmosphere was getting anxious, the voice of intelligence officers reporting was heard outside the house.

"Dear nobles, the commander of the First Army has just received the instructions, and His Majesty the Emperor ordered him to quickly lead his troops to the Holy Castle."

This news completely ignited the depressing and anxious atmosphere, making various nobles become more restless and manic.

When the empire was in turmoil, Fyodor mobilized troops into the Holy Castle. This matter could not but make these nobles think a lot, and the most excited ones were undoubtedly the temporary heads of the Caesar family and the Kyle family.

These two families have been nobles for hundreds of years. Their ancestors started their careers with military exploits. They have corrected Ursus many times and are known as the "Twin Jewels of the Empire".

It is precisely because of this that they have the closest relationship with the old nobles and the military, and they have suffered particularly heavy losses.

"Everyone, think about your lost family head and your missing heir. Should we continue to retreat? Where else can we retreat?"

The temporary head of the Caesar family looked distressed, and his questions were clear.

"I can guarantee that this accident has nothing to do with His Majesty."

"Think about it, think about what your family has done, the great rebellion decades ago, the distribution of interests all the time, even the assassination of His Majesty the Emperor a few months ago, you, you, and you, who Being able to stay out of it!”

The temporary head of the family pointed his finger at the nobles present one by one. No one dared to look at him, and the nobles avoided his sharp gaze.

He was right. These warring factions often add fuel to the flames in the dark. They dislike Fyodor's indecisive character. They are eager for war and the redistribution of interests. Fyodor cannot give them these things.

They were dissatisfied with the emperor, and the emperor was naturally dissatisfied with them.

If Fyodor really has power, the first people he will have to deal with are these former thorns in his side.After all, no one would turn down a more obedient dog.

The meeting fell into absolute silence, and all the nobles turned their attention to the temporary head of the York family, expecting him to set an example.

For a long time, under the expectant eyes of everyone, the temporary head of the York family slowly stood up, looking a little helpless.

For a long time, they have maintained a close alliance with the Caesar family, and both prospered and suffered losses.What's more, they don't believe in Fyodor. Instead of waiting for the butcher's knife to be held on his neck, they would rather seek a chance of survival.

"The York family supports the representatives of the Kyle family and the Caesar family."

So, the overall situation is decided.

From a long time ago, these three representatives of the main militant faction have made plans for various possible situations, which of course also includes the option of [Great Rebellion].

Long before the meeting began, the great nobles had already started their own actions. They used communicators to contact various forces and prepare to launch a conspiracy.

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Ursus Hermitage

In Fyodor's study, the lights were brightly lit, and the emperor was discussing military and political matters with Parliament Speaker Witte.

A few hours ago, he received a top-secret intelligence from the internal guards. This intelligence came from Petersburg and was a preliminary report about the disappearance of the Third Army.

In the file, the intelligence officer described the scene he saw with great awe: the clusters of Origin Stones grew like mountains, and the former hills were abruptly cut off and melted.When the search team arrived at the scheduled military exercise venue, there were no troops or nobles there, only densely packed humanoid blanks.

The wreckage of high-speed battleships and artillery Harbingers were everywhere, and the ground was full of bottomless pits. This scene was so horrifying that as soon as the several intelligence officers responsible for the search returned home, they were overwhelmed by inexplicable fear. Collapsed, they all chose to commit suicide and slit their throats with machetes.

"Witt, the long night of Ursus is coming."

Facing the parliament speaker, Fyodor showed an expression of excitement or worry.