Tyra, your ancestors are back!

In the dark basement, a group of people are having a secret meeting——

"Everything is according to the Whisperer's wishes, and wonderful changes will take place in Lateran - the Lord of Change will love this funny comedy~"

"The Pope of the Lateran will not be able to do so, and the nameless ones behind the scenes will be pissed off - the behemoths, or the legacy of the blasphemers."

"And these will please the Lord of Change and bring us one step closer to Him."

"The sects of the blasphemers have begun to splinter, and the performances of false gods have always been poor - and their beliefs have wavered just as much."

The black-robed figures in the room spoke to each other, the changes and information that the reporter could observe and know in the near future, and casually laughed at the unconsciousness of some existence, until a certain speaker sitting at the top broke the Eagerly...

"Okay...quiet - I have something important to announce."

The old voice came from under the black robe, causing everyone present to fall into silence, quietly watching the leader's follow-up...

The old man glanced at the quiet crowd below with satisfaction, and then adjusted his expression and emotions——

"According to the priest... the kingdom promised by our Lord, this vast land, is leaving the Kingdom of the God of Change, and is leaving His domain."

Unsurprisingly, the crowd below exploded, and the scene in the entire room became extremely chaotic in an instant—there was no lack of voices of doubt and suspicion.

"quiet--!"

Seeing the atmosphere brewing, the almost old man once again interrupted the quarrel of the people below, doubting...

"It's not our fault, fellow citizens—the high priest has pointed out to us where the enemy is in the prophecy."

The crowd fell silent again, staring eagerly at the old man on the stage, waiting for him to tell the answer to the question.

"The enemy is in Colombia, in the north of Colombia - the existence that claims to be the end. Now he intends to bring the end to this land and threatens our god!"

"Of course—the despicable existence can't hurt our noble gods, but their desecration of this land promised by the gods still cannot be ignored, and we must respond to it!"

......

The frenzied shouting drowned out all unnecessary sounds in this secret underground place... and then it fell silent again——

"We've got a solid plan - my fellow countrymen, those stupid Colombians handed us their weapons with their own hands, let them see what happens when you fight against the gods.... Colombians The "demons" created by your own hands will destroy and crush their pride with your own hands!"

The old man lifted a certain curtain that had been covering the stage, and a life-supporting metal cabin that was once installed on a land-ship on the secret pier of Sun Umbrella in Raccoon City revealed its face...

And the expression of this heretical old man Lian Shang seems to be silently asking one thing - you didn't hear it, the man who succeeded in the conspiracy is grinning.

......

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Forerunner's Sky City Golden Garden

"How about the test report of the body, Miss Dandelai? My body should be normal now, right?"

The Juggernaut structure named Lucia was holding a piece of dogtail grass that he didn't know where to pick, and looked leisurely at the central control AI on a certain sky island that appeared in front of him.

Compared with being specially placed in the military static cabin, the human figures and structures that have been effectively maintained and maintained at their peak state for thousands of years - this is because of the order of their boss, in the dormant cabin of the Rhode Island in a semi-dormant state. In terms of the professional ethics of technicians, the structure that has guarded the land cruiser for thousands of years urgently needs a complete medical examination and overhaul for her.

"The lithography circuit on the right hand is worn out, and the same is true for the right leg, especially at the knee joint - there is a delay of about 1MS when the command is issued from the core instruction set located in the [brain], and the response is usually about [-]MS. Less than five decimal places -- that level of latency would be considered a serious failure."

"But the body's left hand and left leg reaction skills are in the standard range...?"

"Ah, you know me, dear Miss Dandelion - my dominant weapon hand is my right hand. As for the knee joint... it should be the reason for using joint techniques and kicking techniques."

Seeing that Dandelai seemed a little puzzled as to why the gap was so large, Lucia took the initiative to explain.

"Okay, in short, according to the request sent by Ms. Kiana - I will get a brand new body for you, and you have been approved by Miss Kiana for a vacation of about 500 years..."

"[Lucia has worked hard helping to watch the Rhode Island. I have granted you a vacation of 500 years. Be sure to enjoy it.]"

"——These are Miss Kiana's exact words."

"It's a holiday... Ms. Kiyana really knows how to pick the time... At this time, I can't even complete the interstellar travel... Hey... Are you going to play house with these successors—"

Lucia, who heard that her boss had granted her a vacation at this time, showed a pained expression, and began to mutter that there is no place for Terra to play now—it would be even more impossible to find someone to fight, and she Even if you use your strength, you may not be able to hit a normal person against the wall.

As for the abnormal ones... Abnormal guys are so easy to find... After thinking about it, Lucia suddenly felt that this was a 500-year vacation... This is the ultimate 500-year holiday dungeon.

"Hmm... Miss Lucia is bothering what to do??"

Seeing the change in Lucia's expression, Dandelai probably guessed her thoughts...

"Hmm—how about Miss Dandelion, send some daily commissions or something? Anyway, I'm idle, so I'm idle."

Lucia, who nodded, looked expectantly at the artificial intelligence in front of her...

"Is there a task to entrust....There is only one——"

After thinking for a while, Dandelai nodded after scanning his database to be processed...

"It really is, tell me what it is—"

"The scanner I sent out picked up a fleeting friendly signal in Letania...but when I tried to contact her remotely, the signal seemed to be actively cut off by the owner..."

"And some abnormal virtual phenomena have been detected locally. They seem to be some wild psykers. Everyone knows how dangerous psykers without professional training are... If Miss Lucia If you are willing to go there yourself, that would be great."

"Leitania...I remember it being called the country of art in this era? It's not a problem to go and have a look—as for psykers..."

Lucia looked at Dandelai in front of her——

"I will install miniaturized reality stabilization anchors on your new body and weapons Miss Lucia."

Dandelai, who understood the meaning of the former, quickly added.

"Anchor of reality stability? Then I'm fine—Miss Dandelion, you can see that I can't throw a heavy punch and it's over..."

Chapter 291 How come we are only [-]%??

Colombian Border Landing Ship

This is a Ursus industrial-style land cruiser, with rough and tough lines. The external structure of the metal has not been finely polished, and the obvious texture and texture left by the casting process can be seen.

And on this Ursus land-ship that mysteriously appeared in Colombia and was about to leave, a secret conversation was going on.

"How sure are you?"

A certain Grand Duke Ursas who briefly appeared in the port area of ​​Raccoon City in Columbia is currently receiving his guests in the reception area of ​​the land cruiser—different from the rough exterior standard of the land cruiser, the interior decoration of the reception room is luxurious. Gives a huge sense of fragmentation.

And compared to the gorgeously dressed Grand Duke, the guests he received were a bit shabby compared to the surrounding environment——

A slender black robe is wrapped around the body, covering the upper part of the face, and the loose robe covers the latter's figure, making it impossible to tell whether he is fat or thin, nor his gender - in a sense, this is a kind of A very classic bad thing is dressed up, and I don’t know if this dressing style is unified for all Terra.

"... Seventy percent—Mr. Duke."

From under the black robe came an extremely hoarse voice, who could not hear a male or female voice, and did not know if the vocal cords were damaged.

"Only [-]%? - I took a lot of risks to support you, you should know the impact of this matter being exposed..."

The Duke of Ursus immediately frowned when he heard the words——he began to assess whether the benefits obtained from this "investment" were equal to the risks he had to take...

If the director of the Sun Umbrella is nearby, seeing the course of this land ship, he will probably try his best to destroy it in Colombia-this route is not the route back to Usas at all, but It is the road leading in the direction of Rutland.

Of course, the existence of the Grand Duke who can become Ursas is naturally not the idiot that the director said - this kind of thing will naturally not be done by himself, even at this moment in Ursas, a confidant who he carefully cultivated Is showing up for myself in public, making proof of my absence.

As for the hands-on aspect, the Duke of Ursus didn't mean to go off in person. He found a pair of "gloves", or a pair of "gloves" took the initiative to find him-the initial suspicion was revealed after they showed Some technologies were later partially trusted by the Duke, so this scene...

"With all due respect, Mr. Duke, I don't see the so-called "risk" in you at all-bad acting is meaningless. "

"Even if you fail, what you lose is nothing more than a fortune that is insignificant to you - no one knows that we are trading with you, even if you fail, you will not be exposed."

"And if it succeeds...the order can achieve the purpose of the order...and the reward you get is not equal to this wealth-with all due respect, the ambiguous position of the Duke Draco , is already a huge threat to you who are radical fighters, right?"

The black-robed man was not angry, but sharply pointed out the problem—the Grand Duke didn't want Tallulah to be active anymore.

.....

That’s right, it’s not equal at all—there have been rumors in St. Jun Castle that His Majesty wants the Duke of Tallulah to establish a new army group. There is no doubt that this will break the balance... To put it more directly , the relationship between each group army and Emperor Ursas, and their relationship with their founders are different.

There are two sources of basic military expenses for most of the group armies - the bulk of the logistical food and grass allocated by the treasury of Fort St. Jun, and the military pay and some equipment supplies borne by the lords where the garrison is located.

The big soldiers are not sensitive to equipment and food - most of the time they only care about who sends them money.

The senior leaders of the group army are often the lord himself. Compared with the emperor who is far away and may never be seen in his lifetime, the officers and nobles who often come in and out of the garrison are naturally more popular among the soldiers.

In the densely populated and warm south of Ursus, the army groups that controlled the main grain-producing areas and sources of soldiers in Ursas were loyal to the emperor. Compared with the local lords, the emperor in St. Junbao was not so out of reach...

The Ursas emperor of this generation is not a faint king, so he can naturally see the reason. He often comes to inspect in person and communicate with local soldiers and generals... Then, the wonderful balance between Ursas imperial power and nobles It was so simple and rude——

The group armies guarding grain-producing and populous provinces are not known for their offenses, but positional warfare; the Iron Army, known for its defensive warfare, even if there is a real rebellion and the rebels lose the central food supply, less than half of the rebels will be killed. Within months there will be internal mutiny.

Soldiers who usually eat for free and receive military pay will naturally feel that God is the one who gives out the money - but once they are hungry for several weeks and have no money to buy enough food... of course it is I understand everything.

The military aristocrats control most of the military industry. The most important thing they lack is the production capacity of equipment, but they lack the output of food. In some provinces, the food production capacity can't even maintain the livelihood of the people. They need food from the central government every year. Allocate supplies.

And the emperor and the emperor's supporters, those new nobles are often the opposite - most of them are businessmen in emerging industries, as well as ridiculous speculators. The last thing they lack is various resources. If the country does not have or Import from foreign countries if lacking... The death of Marquis Boris, the original lord of Chernobog, made the old nobles rejoice——

That city is one of the most important industrial cities of the new aristocracy, and Boris' fall is undoubtedly a blow to the new aristocrats of the peace faction. hands.

And it is rumored that the real owners of certain ancient heritages in the city, as long as they don’t put their minds on it, they won’t surrender their status to trouble the Ursus war faction because of this kind of boring political game in their eyes.

That was the original plan—until that damned Tallulah Atrias popped up, the Duke of the Infested by the Emperor himself, and was making the industrial heart of Chernobog beat again.

She has signed commercial agreements with the ruler of Kazdel and industrial enterprises in Colombia. Every day, a large amount of raw materials, industrial equipment and some rare origin stone products pass through the border between Kazdel and Usas, and are called Transported into that ruined city, it becomes a part of Chernobog city or foreign exchange.

If this was the case, the warring factions could still turn a blind eye. After all, he was the grand duke appointed by the emperor - no one wanted to quarrel with the imperial power of Shengjun Castle, and besides, this duke Her origin makes her position among the Ursus nobles too vague. In a sense, she is an object that both sides can fight for.

But building an army is different - the peacemaker has the strongest shield, and the war party has the sharpest spear. Both sides cannot have both, so they check and balance each other... And if the rumors of the Holy Horse Castle are confirmed, preparations for the construction of the The No. 13 Legion of the Duke of Atrias will break this balanced power...

Compared to intruding into the legendary Ursus warrior Bodrokas who guarded the captain like an iron barrel to assassinate Duke Draco, who is himself quite strong... the trip to the Conference of Nations would be better. is the best chance.

"Some symptoms are best always just symptoms... [-]% is [-]%, you have successfully convinced me - the priest of the Apocalypse Order."

The Grand Duke of Ursus sighed.

"Duke, don't worry, the church will definitely do what it can."

Chapter 292. My turn! It's still my turn! You are not allowed to play Terra OL!

Tallulah's ship in the Terrausas-Latlan Passage

"You are the object of protection this time? Ha——"

The actual leader of the AR team, Ms. M16, looked at the horned woman in front of her, and curled her lips——

"Uh... Miss M16, what's your opinion?"

Tallulah quickly caught the displeased expression that flashed across M16's face, and asked in confusion——

"If you don't think it's ugly, I'll just say it straight - you look thin and tender, and it's really troublesome to protect... Hey, let's talk about it first, and then don't scratch your skin. Howling, screaming, we are likely to punch you in the head and knock you out like a sandbag."

——The first impression is indeed very important, because this time I appeared to participate in an official meeting attended by representatives of Terra countries, so what Tallulah wore was not the usual military uniform but a formal dress, although it looked capable Quite a few, but it also lacked the solemn aura brought by the military uniform.

"Ah... Miss M16 doesn't have to worry about this... I can be regarded as born in the army. As for the delicate skin and tender meat... racial talent?"

Hearing the words, Tallulah glanced at the corner of her mouth slightly—and then imagined her muscular appearance, and immediately felt a chill...

"Racial talent?...Forget it, it's pretty good—it's better than protecting the target of a devil muscular man or an archon superman."

The M16 glanced suspiciously at Tallulah in front of him, and then noticed the calluses on the latter's hands—the marks left by wielding weapons for a long time. The doll quickly made a judgment, so he no longer protected the target. It's not about entanglement with a weak chicken.

"What is Archon Superman...?"

Tallulah was stunned for a moment when she heard some strange term, and a question mark appeared above her head.

"Huh? Didn't the Grand Consuls meet you—"

M16 was taken aback when he heard this question, and looked at the Draco woman in front of him in confusion...

"Um...you mean Alice, Ms. Kiana, and Mr. Cosmo?"

"It's about the same—useless little knowledge: serving as the consul's personal guard is one of the most unpopular positions in the Guards in our era, second only to cleaning the bathroom."

"Why... Shouldn't it be a very honorable thing to protect the position of the supreme leader? Even today's Terra countries are like this... Only the most elite fighters can undertake to protect the core figures. A kind of recognition of the fighter's ability in a sense."

Tallulah tilted her head in bewilderment—how could anyone despise such a position.

"It's true that this is the reason... But I also said it... the premise is that the object of your protection is not a superman..."

M16 shrugged helplessly at Tallulah

"Forget about those consuls who usually squat in the back as commanders and scientific research officers. Their guards don't know if you have contacted them before. On the contrary, they are quite... eh? Quite enthusiastic about work?"

"Those military officers' guards are pretty... bad? Well, yes—bad."

M16 thought for a moment, nodded and seemed satisfied with his description.

"As a guard, you find that the person you are protecting is better at fighting than you. When you start a battle, you feel that you are charging too slowly, so you are forced to charge. Not only are you charging faster than you, but there are more people than you, and every time you When it happens every time, you know what it feels like..."