Man on the ark, forced to become king

Everyone knew that the price of doing so could be death, but no one backed down.

There are many infected people in the Reunion Movement, and almost half of them chose to escape in the chaos, but there is another group who are prepared to die.

"You go."

After a long silence, Talulah spoke softly.

Although she secretly wanted to see such a scene, when someone actually did it, her first reaction was to tell them to leave.

These people can't even beat an ordinary Ursus soldier in a one-on-one fight. What help could they possibly be if they went?

"We won't leave, Lady Talulah!"

"Yes, yes, yes! The **** empire! Let's fight them!"

"Let them experience the power of the infected!"

The infected people who had gathered together were furious and unconsciously waved the weapons in their hands, their eyes all red.

"..."

Faced with this group of people, Talulah had a complicated expression and remained silent for a long time. Perhaps even she herself did not know what she was thinking.

"You will die."

My thoughts were in complete disarray, and I could only utter a few dry words.

"So what! If I run away with my tail between my legs like those ingrates, won't I still die when those bastards catch up? I've got nothing better to do than fight them to the death!"

"Me too!"

"..."

As her gaze swept over the indignant infected, Talulah suddenly felt a flame burning within her.

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"How much training have the current interior defenders undergone?"

A hoarse voice echoed across the dark, icy plains as a halberd was swung, easily sending one of the guards flying.

Bozokasti's eyes burned with an even brighter crimson light, and several more knife marks appeared on his old armor.

Six guards surrounded him, but Wendigo remained fearless.

His armor was torn apart by blades, and his shield, already scarred and cracked from years of battle, was pierced by ominous magic, but his body was harder than the shield!

At such close range, he could clearly smell the twisted, putrid stench.

These people in front of us are most likely just new recruits in the inner guard, not as strong as we expected, so we can handle them.

Ultimately, the current Inner Guard is nothing more than the remnants of the Northern Demons.

He had personally slain demons; what was there to fear from mere remnants?

Originium flows in the blood and expands in the flesh, thus bringing unparalleled power.

Each strike of the halberd, gleaming with crimson light, left the guards struggling to keep up and forced to dodge.

At this moment, the guards finally realized what kind of monster they were facing. This legendary captain of the empire was even more powerful than the information they had previously gathered!

One man fought six guards alone and managed to fight them to a standstill; they had never encountered such a terrifying enemy before.

We can't delay any longer!

The guard who spoke first suddenly stopped, his eyes behind the mask turning completely black.

He knew very well that they had come here not on the emperor's orders, but in cooperation with the evil god.

If the matter drags on for too long and is discovered by the higher-ups, it will shake the entire empire's leadership, which is not the outcome they want.

Therefore, a swift and decisive victory is essential!

hum~

The inner guards, positioned in three directions, simultaneously floated up, spread their arms, and a dark light spread out.

Ominous and distorted, as if the gates of the abyss had been opened here, and darkness engulfed reality.

Fear, collapse, and the blackened snow soaking the land.

Each Inner Guard is a nation in themselves, and the land beneath their feet is the territory of Ursus.

From beyond civilization, the power of alien demons erupted from the depths of the icy plains, engulfing everything.

This is the kingdom!

In a daze, even the tireless warriors were plunged into endless darkness.

Fragments of memories flashed by, pulling Bozokastie into the past.

Deep in the remote snow country, in a wild land unexplored by civilization, a foul-smelling monster with a thousand eyes and a hundred hands roams the earth—a strange and evil species.

A bright halo illuminated the battlefield, and terrifyingly powerful guns unleashed a barrage of bullets, destroying steel—those were the Papal Knights of Laterano.

On the imperial frontier, a winged steed spreads its wings, and an armored knight launches an unparalleled charge—that is Kazimir's silver-speared winged steed.

Soldiers spewing steam shook the earth, and continuous artillery fire tore and exploded—that was Victoria's steam armor.

The roars of thousands, the battlefield where blood flows.

Malice, slaughter, endless.

but……

Crimson eyes gleamed in the darkness, piercing through the void. The fallen consciousness regained its clarity, ancient blood boiled within the body, and terrifying power was unleashed.

Lateran, the Papal Knight.

Casimir, the Pegasus of the Silver Spear.

Victoria, the armor of steam.

We have defeated them all...

We will slaughter the demons with a thousand eyes and a hundred hands...

As the fog dissipated and the darkness faded, the pitch-black earth that had shrouded the snowfield crumbled.

Wendigo has gone beyond the country.

tick tock...tick tock...

The foul-smelling black blood dripped down, staining the ice field and soil black.

The bodyguard lay in the mud, struggling and convulsing. His head, wearing a pipe mask, was gripped by claws like those of a wild beast, and blood flowed from it.

He fell asleep, woke up, and found the enemy's head in his hand!

A nation may corrupt the mind, but it cannot shake a body tempered by blood and fire.

Even acting purely on instinct, Bozokasti still managed to tear off the head of an inner guard in his frenzy.

I looked up, looked around, and saw only ruin.

The kingdom was shattered, and the land was in a semi-circular depression. Ice and snow melted and flowed down, mixing with the mud to create a muddy mess.

As the mist rose, the already old armor was mostly damaged, revealing flesh as hard as steel.

The halberd was broken in half.

The inner guards, five men remaining.

Who is the real monster?

The legend of Ursus, a demon walking in the darkness, the inner guards are the emperor's extensions of his hands, shadows shrouding the territory of Ursus.

They are shadows, legends, and the most terrifying and ferocious monsters.

However, in front of this man, they found those legends utterly ridiculous.

He is the real monster!

"The blade of today is no longer sharp."

The hoarse voice rang out again, as if mocking, yet also stating a given fact.

Mud and water splashed, and the immense force shook the earth. The halberd, now only half intact, was raised again, pointing at an inner guard. The figure, like a demon god, charged forward.

His battle was not over; he would march again!

"Go all out and kill him."

Faced with Wendigo's charge, the interior defenders gritted their teeth and decided to hold back no more.

This legendary general of the empire possessed a body as strong as steel and a will even harder than steel, which no one could shake.

If we can't recruit them, and we can't defeat them, then we can only destroy them!

'For Ursus!'

Driven by conviction, the two guards joined forces to block the impact of the halberd. The jet-black blade slashed down from the side, cutting through the armor, but was blocked by the hardened flesh. It only managed to cut an inch before it could penetrate further.

The orange-red light outlined the flowing veins, and Bozokasti's power became even stronger. His shieldless hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of an inner guard, letting the blade fall on his body without flinching.

puff!

Blood splattered as an arm was ripped off by brute force. The ancient Wendigo, exuding a terrifying aura, threw down the severed arm, and its red-glowing halberd plunged into the chest of the inner guard.