Tyra, your ancestors are back!

It seemed that he had noticed these two guys chatting while firing, or he just couldn't stand someone talking cross talk at the side, so the shield guard frowned and reprimanded him.

The two who were yelled at in the channel looked at each other. Although they both put their helmets on and couldn't see each other's expressions, judging from the shrugging of their shoulders, the expressions under the helmets probably It's the embarrassment of being caught fishing.

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Who am I, where am I, what do I do? ——What kind of gods are these "Heavenly Army" who are wearing black armor and descending from the sky to kill the opponent like a chicken?

Did the Forerunner troops really come to suppress the rebellion as the management AI said?Does the existence of the Ursus Empire count as rebellion? Should we surrender immediately before they kill us?

Is the ancient father just woke up?Someone from someone explain it to the child, crooked, help——

The Chernobog military police and government personnel, whose brain thinking has fallen into a state of shutdown, stared blankly at the integration movement in front of them, harvesting this group of soldiers who could have been domineering in front of them. Exhausted.

Then, a loud command brought their consciousness back to reality——

"I am Tallulah Atrias, Duke of Ursus—"

A Drak woman wearing a solemn military uniform stood in front of this black military formation, and behind her was the tall Wendigo warrior——

"The leader of the integration movement, the suppressor of your atrocities——!"

The commander of the stubborn resisters seemed to think he had found the key to a comeback. The blazing red beam of light covered the woman standing in front of the military formation——

Just when the frontline commanders of the Day of Heart Calling were about to laugh at the stupidity of the Duke of Ursas, the ruthless reality made them swallow the sneer in their mouths, and completely transformed into confusion about the unknown...

If the raindrops falling from the sky can still stir up raindrops on the ground - the resisters' beams of fire like a torrential rain left nothing on the Duchess of Ursus.... She was standing right beside them In front of him, he was unscathed.

"Mortals fear me only because I am the anointed one, the blood descendant of the dragon, and the changer of the world..."

The army array in black armor is marching—the tower shield, which was remodeled by the great engineer himself, was lifted up by the shield guards, slowly approaching the initiators of these urban chaos...

"—At this moment! The guardian army of the ancients gathered behind me, this is my will and my sword, and you despicable existences will be completely wiped from this city!"

Based on five steps, the shield was neatly inserted into the ground, and the crimson light beam flew out from the army formation again, passed by the female Drake, and ran towards the remaining resisters—then the shield formation was raised again, and moved forward again ....

...

"It looks like there's nothing wrong with us... I thought we were going to blow up a lot - I've obviously got the explosives ready."

The Sarkaz woman named W and Warfarin on the side looked at the fighters of the integration movement orderly destroying the resisters in the distance, curled the corners of their lips in displeasure, put back the explosives that had been taken out, and looked at The green-haired young man on the side greeted him.

"Grandpa Kosmo, right? I'm W, Sarkaz's employee... bah bah bah, an engineering department officer from Rhode Island!"

"The gorefiend next to me is Warfarin, one of the two gorefiend lords of this term, and by the way, also a doctor in the team! The kind with no medical ethics—if you see her doing it, why don't you meet the medical regulations? Just beat her up and it's over."

After introducing herself, Miss W took the opportunity to introduce (cue) a certain blood demon doctor nearby...

"W you bastard! I'm Warfarin, Dr. Sarkaz - Kazdale's hematology medical specialist, and the guy next to him is a notorious Rhode Island bomber. The 5-kilometer wall of Sarkaz's royal capital was blown up to ashes."

"The Financial Secretary of Rhode Island Medicine, Lucille, can't stand her. Mr. Cosmo, if you see this guy fiddling with something secretly in the corner, just beat her up——"

"Otherwise, W may blow up somewhere in the next moment."

"...?"

Kosmo listened to the words of the two Sakaz in front of him cueing each other, and began to think about why the one was brainless and the other was unhappy and why they hadn't started fighting yet...

——Oh, no need to think about it, the fight has already begun.

Seeing the two Sarkaz pinched together on the ground, Mr. Cosmo's expression immediately dropped.

"That... this gentleman, you belong to that duke...?"

Just as Cosmo was lost in thought while watching the huddled Sarkaz people, the military and police of Ursas seemed to have elected a representative to negotiate with Cosmo, who did not follow Tallulah's front. .

"...friend."

"Uh... Who are those two Sarkaz on the ground?"

"Field doctor, and doctor's escort? If you need a doctor now...?"

"Of course!...that's...are you sure...a blood demon doctor?"

The military police in charge of the negotiation looked suspiciously at the two people who formed a ball on the ground...

"I'll watch her."

Chapter 171: Old man, I'm here to suppress the rebellion——

Several dull but violent explosions resounded below the city, causing Miss Alice, who was reading the newspaper with interest, to look sideways...

"Methane explosion?"

The white-haired woman raised her eyebrows suspiciously, as if she wanted to use some little psionic skills to see what was going on in the sewer——

Then, a sewer manhole cover in front of Miss Consul suddenly moved...

"Fucking stupid dog on the day of calling the heart, don't take us with you! Stupid dog Raul Menendez! I'm going to fuck your mother!!"

A woman with long black hair and purple pupils held a weapon that looked like a pistol in her right hand, and emerged from the sewer mouth with her hand on the manhole cover...

A white shirt, accompanied by a red tie supported by plumpness, black lantern breeches set off the slender thighs wrapped in black silk, and a cloak that seemed to be embroidered with complicated religious patterns was worn on the outermost side.

These gorgeous and complicated patterns seem to be dotted everywhere on the black-haired woman, seeming to indicate her extraordinary status in a certain organization...

However, no matter how exquisitely dressed and beautiful the face is, it will not be much better after the previous movement... The shirt was stained by the sewage from the underground pipe due to the explosion, and the hair was wet and smelly——

The savage in front of Ms. Alice is just like a savage crawling out of a garbage dump...Oh no, it may be a group of savages, followed by several other members dressed in similar styles .

"Oh? A lady..."

After yelling at her opponent, the pagan lady broke away from her irritable mood, and there was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the woman in front of her who was holding a newspaper and looking at her in a daze.Immediately, he thought of something and immediately changed his expression——

"Ahem, lady, don't you know what happened here? The street is very dangerous now, why don't you find a room with us to hide temporarily?"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce you. We are the refugees and staff of the church far away... Some thugs just broke into the church. We had to hide in the sewer to escape. Then you should have noticed it. , a violent explosion just occurred in the sewer..."

Under the watchful eyes of Miss Alice, the pagan lady who knew that she was also trapped in Chernobog calmly began to play her own role, preparing to integrate into the role of "victims".

"...?"

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2 km outside Chernobog city

Two hover locomotives are speeding fast on the ground, and the owners of the driver locomotives are Miss Kafka and Miss Bank who once made a surprise appearance in the sewer of Chernobog City.

"What did you detonate just now...Silver Wolf?"

Kafka looked a little confused when he saw his companion let go of the left handlebar, took out a detonator from his waist, pressed it, and then threw it away and ran into the wilderness.

"It's just explosives buried at the main outlet of Chernobog city's sewage pipe - is it a favor to the Archon who I haven't met yet?"

Silver Wolf regained his grip on the handlebars and shrugged at Miss Kafka beside him.

"Have the Heart-Calling Sun and the Apocalypse Church all been blocked in Chernobog?"

"That's right - the agent of the Grand Archon may have to fight the gophers for several months in the remaining days... There are quite a few people sneaking into this city."

"Perhaps—the front is the junction of the three kingdoms of Kazdel, Yan Kingdom, and Ursas, shall we separate there? Silver Wolf."

"Okay - Kafka, if you're not in a hurry, you can go and see what's going on with Kazdel now. When I pass by Yan Kingdom, I'll probably go back and visit your Excellencies Hua and Su. If they happen to be on my route Nearby..."

"I'll think about it, see you then, Silver Wolf."

"Goodbye, Kafka."

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"Ah... that's... really unfortunate?"

Ms. Silver Wolf, who has already left, probably would not have imagined that her act of blowing up the pipeline would actually drive out the little gophers hidden below for a certain Miss Consul...

Miss Alice nodded as she listened to Pagan's explanation and showed a "sympathetic" expression, seemingly expressing her sympathy for what happened to Pagan's group.

"Yeah, yeah...those terrorists with red beams that emit red beams are really scary - they will open fire on any creature that is not one of their own, and they won't even let go of the passing Philimmons. It's a bad thing to make up two shots, and Ferring is hit by such a lovely creature!"

Looking at the white-haired woman who seemed to have believed her "nonsense", Miss Pagan also nodded with a "scarred" look - and even waved her fist at the end to show that she was a "Cat" sect. .

Ah - of course, it's not all nonsense....Compared to the apocalypse under the command of the pagan, who only specifically paralyzed the official institutions and facilities of Chernobog to facilitate operations, and did not attack civilians and its buildings church...

The guy next to me called Heart Calling Day is a pure extremist terrorist organization.

——To be reasonable, in theory, it should be that our talents in the name of the church should be more extreme. Why do you self-proclaimed elites go to the streets and chase after a living one instead...

Wait a minute, hiss... the group of people on the day of calling the heart don't know what kind of XX supremacists are those in the records of the forerunners, right?The citizens of Chernobog are not considered human at all in their eyes?

Just when Miss Pagan was feeling a little lost... A female voice came in.

"Hmm—is it possible that the concept of excitement exists in your church?"

"Uh... Yes, there are - but I haven't met them a few times. Our Ursus side is mainly pro-democracy... Those religious elements don't have much market."

"We claim that the pioneers will eventually return, leading us to an era of abundance and fairness - most of the lower classes of Ursus accept this set."

Pagan continued talking on his own... Instinctively started the operation of pulling people into the club (?), as if he hadn't noticed anything wrong——

"Oh...? Then you believe it yourself?"

"Of course I don't believe it...Who would believe such a thing? It's just a slogan to attract them to join—"

"Ahem, of course it's not a scam! When these "new blood" stay for enough time, they will understand that whether it is a prosperous life or a fair environment, they must be won by themselves. Only then will they truly become part of our team.”

"I hope that the ancestors will return, and the divine soldiers will bring you justice...Even if the elders really return, this kind of people will be kicked into the trash by the ancestors."

"——I'm not a redemptionist or a returnist in the so-called "radical faction" in the church. I kowtow to the relics of my ancestors every day and beg for it. I want fairness? Friends, you have to go to this thing yourself Go for it!"

As if she had said something about her enthusiasm, the straight black-haired woman looked at the adjutant and her colleagues behind her——

"Are you right?"

But her colleagues just pointed behind her with stiff faces...and as something in the distance got closer, there was a vibration from the ground...

"Yeah...that's right—so...young man? Can you tell me, old man, where is that goddamn Mr. Raul Menendez you're talking about now?"

——As Miss Alice’s words fell, the huge war machine crashed into the one-story house on the side, and the mechanical feet designed as anti-joints stepped on a brisk pace for his size and stopped at the white hair women's back.

"Warhound Titan, Ember Wolf—greetings, Archon Alice."

Of course, it would be better if we could ignore that this Titan is completely inconsistent with its name, it is painted with almost colorful paint, and there is a little blue-haired girl sitting on the dog's shoulder armor, looking down... ..

"Old man, I...I'm here to suppress the rebellion——"

And the paganism who watched the Titan come and the commanders of the Apocalypse Church behind her combined Ms. Alice's last words, and showed a unified expression——

【May】

Chapter 172 I'm not moved

"Big...big..big guy? How are you?"

The commanders of the Apocalypse Church had trembling legs, looking at the white-haired lady who seemed to be "ordinary" holding a newspaper in front of her——

If the other hand of this lady is pinching a cup of coffee or other common drinks for office workers—maybe the pagan lady will really think so, and maybe she will consider whether to recruit the latter to join her in the future...

However, the reality does not exist if-the woman with the high ponytail and white hair is not holding a coffee cup or juice in her left hand, but a pair of power melons jumping with blue current.

And behind her is a war weapon nearly five stories high—from the latter's self-introduction, everyone can also know the identities of the two...

War Dog-class Titan - Ash Wolf, Archon Alice...  

The pagans have heard of this name...ah, of course it does not refer to the names of the two in front of them, but titles or titles.

[War Dog Titans, the Forerunners Titan Legion's reconnaissance troops and the vanguard of the front line....]

[There is also the title of Archon...the highest authority of the old human civilization...the authority...wait, the authority——?Damn it, the ancestor is alive? 】

The pagan lady who has silently said this word several times seems to have finally passed her god...

"Uh...that...my lord? We are a group of refugees, we don't know anything! We are talking nonsense about churches, forerunners, and terrorist organizations!"

"We didn't run away from some church. We ran away from the mental sanatorium in Chernobog - look, sir, this is our mental illness certificate!"

"And our clothes were stolen from the Bolshoi theater in Chernobog.—"

Seeing a certain ghost, a real ghost from 10 years ago, the pagan lady who stood in front of her seems to have started talking nonsense in order to survive instead of being treated as a rebel on the spot...

"..."

Alice and Gratius, who was sitting on the shoulders of the Ember Wolf, looked at the black-haired woman who had a "sudden illness" in front of them with strange expressions...

"Aunt Alice... Her "color" is so strange—so it turns out that a person's color can change so quickly in a short period of time?"

"Ah...Gratius, maybe this is the struggle people make to survive..."