because i am stel

The inevitable encounters that the infected will face... The weaker they are, the easier it is to gain goodwill.Because ordinary people have a heart of compassion.However, the stronger it is, the more silently these goodwill will go away.Because pity can't protect the immediate interests... Rhodes Island has finally developed to touch the level of maliciousness.

"That's why you plan to die here." But Miss Steele just hummed softly. "Chernobog is about to be taken over by the Reunification Movement. And a reconnaissance team can't do much... I heard that W has also joined the Reunification, and the situation is not very good at the moment. So... you and yours Team, are you going to make a blood-based deal with her?"

"She makes way, you kill her superiors. The other teams take the opportunity to rescue the doctor, and then she takes your heads to prove her ability?"

silence.

Her words received no response.

Yet silence itself is also a response.

"Give it up." Miss Stelter shook her head slightly. "You should know my other identity. And I am determined to bury the integration movement here."

Scout and his team were terrified.

Section No.11 Settling a Part

Scout left with his men.

This is a matter of course, scout is obviously aware of some of the 'great feats' that Miss Steele has done.Even if he can't guess, or can't be sure that Miss Shirtel possesses the identity of 'burning ember demon' and 'king hunter'.He also has at least all knowledge of the 'Fire Giant King' among bounty hunters.

The fire giant king, the king of mercenaries.Her task completion rate is not [-]%, but the prey she is looking for has never survived the contract limit. The next morning - it is said that she gave up on the spot after the first commission, in order to break the [-]% success Rate this perfectionist weakness.After that, she has been active in the most dangerous secret realms and the most intense battlefields.

She once fought against an army by herself, once used simple swordsmanship to make the sword master of the Eastern Kingdom bow down, once emptied a fortress without any ordinary residents who were separated by a wall, and even used human power to fight against the landslide. The gushing mudslides saved a village in crisis.

There are many people who owe her favors.

There are more people who owe her life.

She is a legend among mercenaries. If she is willing to submit to a certain force, even the royal families of various countries will be willing to offer her an olive branch and a purple robe that symbolizes nobility.And if she wants to form a force, a mercenary group.Then those who should be called must be elite soldiers with unique skills.

Scout has no doubts that if Stelter is willing to form a force, it will not have too much difficulty in catching up with the old Tower of Babel in terms of scale.And that's why Scout believed her words without hesitation when she said she intended to bury the Reunification Movement here.

Because she really can.

And also because he had ample evidence that she could.

So he leaves, without hesitation, without delay.There are several old members of his team from the Tower of Babel who wanted to catch up with Ms. Shirtel, but he also resolutely refused - because he knew that Shirter is not a person who likes to waste time, and since the plan has changed, then their elite troops will obviously get a new use.

He and his team disappeared at the end of the wilderness.

Pack light when you come, and relax when you come.And when he left, he left a communication phone.

Stelter knew what the call was for - she played it without hesitation after the scout team had retreated.After several seconds of noisy radio waves, words from a familiar person came from the other side of the phone.

"This is Kelsey, are you in any trouble?" - the mature woman on the other side of the microphone has a cold voice.And Shirtel could detect the exhaustion and hesitation contained in it.

"I'm Shirtle." She replied lightly.

She immediately heard the sound of falling from the opposite side of the microphone, as if something fell to the ground.

Kelsey's breathing seemed to become a little short for a moment.But soon, her voice returned to a stable and normal state.

"You're going to be a part of it?" Kelsey didn't ask about the scouts because she knew how Sturtle would treat them. "What do you want to do with Chernobog?"

"I plan to bury the integration movement here." Stel's voice was still flat, she looked at the distant sky, and there were clouds of smoke and dust outside Chernobog. "The fall of Chernobog should not be carried by the flag bearers of the infected. So I will crush them before they take over the city. And besides that, I introduced Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals With some competent personnel, they will become independent operators in a very short period of time."

She didn't say who it was, but both parties knew who those people would be.

"...you want Rhode Island to be the next integration movement?"

"I'm preventing Rhode Island from becoming the next integration movement."

Communication paused for a moment.Two seconds later, a slightly tentative voice came from the microphone.

"You...plan to open the sarcophagus?"

"I'm really going to visit an old friend who doesn't lie down obediently." ——Miss Shirtle actually refers to the old venomous snake on Tallulah that should have died long ago.Uncovering the coffin was really ugly, so she decided to re-do a funeral for the old man that was thorough enough to bury him.

But policymakers in Rhode Island seem to have other ideas.

"...don't kill Persephone. Rhode Island needs her brains."

"Then can I just bring her brain back? Just find a companion for PRTS?"

"You're wasting a lot of people's efforts, Struter."

"Do you feel sorry for her?"—Feeling for that monster who regards all living beings as ants?

"... Amiya will be sad. She doesn't want to see any of you hurt. Let alone you and Persephone. And, she has already traveled to Chernobog herself."

"Then I'll give Amiya a face. And...re-adjust your action list. I may not be able to keep my hands in measure. If someone dies in the aftermath of my attack, that's terrible." It's such a pity."

"I'll tell Amiya."

Very good, so as not to hurt Amiya.A certain Doctor Scrap won't die in the aftermath of Twilight - although nothing was intended to happen to that Scrapbo in the first place.But Shirtel was still a little unhappy.

Smelly lynx, anyway, as long as it's useful to you, you don't care, right?Be careful one day I catch you and slap you until you cry!

"You really are exactly the same as before, Kelsey."

The strong-mouthed man snorted softly, and planned to hang up the phone.

however……

"...After this operation, do you plan to come back? Your room has been reserved on the main ship of Rhodes Island." Kelsey's voice was obviously entangled and hesitant. "...Amiya misses you too."

"Just Amiya?"

"Is Amiya not enough?"

Shirtel turned her eyes slightly, and at the end of her sight, there was something that could arouse her interest, which attracted her scrutiny.

"It's not enough. But, I will come back." She said lightly, ignoring the sudden rapid breathing and heartbeat on the other side of the microphone.

"And, Kelsey. Did you have a colleague named Elijah?"

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A few seconds later, in a secret office on the main ship of Rhodes Island.

A certain green-haired big cat put down the communication terminal in her hand—her hand seemed a little unsteady, and she put it down twice in a row before she completely put the half-brick-sized machine into the slot.

"Sturtle..."

She felt that her head was hurting so much that she needed to be lost in thought.

"Some things need to be cleaned up, some traces need to be erased... and those in my room..." she muttered to herself, with a struggling look on her face. "No, these can't let her know."

"Mon3tr" she called softly.

Accompanied by the chirping of insects, a huge green figure silently manifested behind her.

"Go, tear everything in my room... that can be disassembled to the point where it cannot be recognized or restored. Then, arrange a fire... Before that, make sure that there are no unrelated people around."

The green worm shadow raised its forearm slightly, then escaped into the shadow screen with a whisper.

Everything quieted down immediately.

In the darkness, there is only a whisper full of complex emotions.

"Sirtel...you..."

"Why...you never want to look to your side?"

No.12 Jun Jun!No--!

——"Do you believe that justice will triumph over evil in the world?"

"I do not believe."

——"Do you believe that you can get rewards for your efforts?"

"I do not believe."

- "Do you believe that tomorrow will be better?"

"I do not believe."

——"Conceited, stubborn, restless, distrustful of reality... You are really a born fool."

"Whatever you say."

——"Very well, then you can pull me out and use flames to bring about revolution and changes in this world. So as to create a world where you can believe in something."

— “Or, destroy everything you don’t agree with.”

"My fate is in my hands, Levantine. I don't need anyone else to guide me."

——"Whatever you want, I have time to wait, but, have you really trusted anyone in this world? Sylter. You lonely outsider, you forgot your real name, but You can't let go of your past."

"There will be later."

—— "Then we will wait and see."

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Lyudmila exhaled softly. In the cold of late autumn, her breath covered her body with a layer of hoarfrost.

She is a member of the cadre of the Reunification Movement, reporting directly to the leader Tallulah, and controls the most elite ghost infiltration troops.She is the eyes and ears of integration, the sharp knife of integration.And she was called the 'Kingslayer' in the integration movement.

Kingslayer...the one who slays kings.

In fact, in today's era, any assassin who gives himself such or such a nickname.In their hearts, they all have more or less reverence for the flames that stand on the top of the dark side of the world-burning demons, hunting kings, and if they are well-informed, they can also know about 'Twilight', 'World Hunting', 'Taier' 'And so on.And all these frightening titles are used to refer to one and only object—the fire of slaughter that once killed the king twice and died under his hands.

In the past, people were afraid of Sarkaz, mainly because of the ancient custom of Sarkaz and Originium symbiosis.

But now, people are still afraid of Sarkaz, but at least half of the reason is because of the fear of the one who summoned the dusk—no one knows whether there will be another Burning Ember Demon in Sarkaz.No one knows where the next burning ember demon will lead this world.

So mortals fear.

And amidst the fear, there is the natural yearning of the weak for the strong.Especially for a lonely person who is determined to revenge, she will be loyal to the current leader. Could it be that there is no reason why she saw the shadow of the disaster from the leader?

——Miss Kingslayer pulled the mask to expose her nasal cavity to the air—although Luper's sense of smell is sharper than that of many ethnic groups, he can clearly perceive the earth even through the mask.But for Lyudmila, who specializes in latent assassination, all interference that may affect her combat effectiveness must be eliminated.

Because she has lofty goals, because she has a big revenge.

She twitched the tip of her small nose lightly, and the pair of wolf ears under the hood trembled slightly.

"The sentry told me that Froststar and her team encountered unexpected trouble here...but I didn't smell blood in the air."

"Is the information wrong? No... Frost Star's team really lost contact. And she and her subordinates did stay in this generation for a while."

She smelled a frosty smell in the air, which was familiar to her, the trace left when the ice origin stone skill was activated.From the density, it can be seen that this source stone technique should have had a high-frequency explosion at dusk last night.And the direction where Originium skills explode is mainly...

"……over there."

She lightly inhaled a small wisp of air, and there seemed to be a very bad message hidden in the complicated ingredients contained in the breath.But for a while, the sword couldn't tell what it was.At the same time, her heartbeat sped up a little for no reason, as if an electric current had touched her spine, and a strange chill filled her heart.

Something is not right.

Something bad is brewing somewhere.

And misfortune and bad luck may come like a tide——

"...Is that the direction?"

She breathed lightly, and her figure disappeared into the silent smoke.She's good at this kind of thing, and she's sure to get out of trouble before it hits.

——Frost Star and the others must be in trouble... At least I have to find out who attacked her and us.

——Damn it... The attack plan of Qiecheng is clearly imminent, but this kind of thing happened at such a critical moment!

—Who is targeting the integration movement?

From mountains to hills, from wastelands to broken earth.Her progress was accompanied by layers of sparse mist made of Originium skills that spread out soundlessly--too thick mist is easy to attract people's attention, and this kind of mist can be seen through at a glance, but it can be slightly The light mist that obstructed the line of sight was perfectly able to hide her whereabouts.

She continued on, from the cracked streets strewn with rubble to the crumbling ruins of high-rise buildings—all the way, her steps were light and steady.No footprints were left on the ground, and her scent did not escape.

She appeared silently at the place where the Yeti team had camped.Here she saw a camp that had been hastily arranged and then demolished—a certain strange feeling came to her mind, and she always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this arrangement.

——There is no smell of blood...but the release of Originium skills is very rough and rushed.Frost Star should be standing right here.Then suddenly something unexpected happened...

She quietly landed next to Frost Star's foothold, and following Frost Star's gaze at that time, she saw a very clear trace of elemental reaction not far away - ice and fire, less than ten meters away from the camp. Places collide.There were still cluttered tracks of members of the Yeti Squad nearby, and the ice easily extinguished the fire.

—— Was he attacked by a warlock who manipulated flames... But how could such a level of flames make a calm person like Frost Star so impatient that even friendly troops were included in the attack range?Those were her brothers and sisters, she shouldn't be like this... what did she see at that time?

Lyudmila, puzzled.

Apparently, Froststar and her squad were attacked by pyromancers while camping.Then there was a battle of origin stone skills between the two sides... No one was injured, but the snow monster team abandoned the current camp in a panic.And there are only so few possibilities that this can point to.

——The frontal flame impact is just a fake bait, the opponent's actual target is, and it is only Frost Star.It attacked from the other side and took Frost Star away, and the snow monster team could only choose to abandon the current camp.Launch a full-fledged pursuit in the direction of the attacker.

——It's a very simple strategy, and it's impossible for Frost Star to fall for this trick.