I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

Talulah transformed the cylinder into arcane energy and incorporated it into her gauntlets, then beckoned the two back to their tent for a more detailed discussion.

"You've seen her?"

Fyodor was examining the small model of the mobile city in front of him.

A small, mobile city controlled by the old elites.

The guard stood in the center of the hall, and even the brightest lights could not leave a mark on him.

"I have seen her, Your Majesty. Her bloodline does not belong to the tundra."

"So he really is a descendant of Draco."

"The infected gathered around her, following her with a terrible loyalty... The Wendigo, the Ursus legend Borocasti, was also by her side."

“Bozokast…he…is the Empire’s mistake, and my mistake. If this is his choice, so be it.”

"Kosiché failed to control her. The aura of a dragon's storm lingers within her."

"Ha. Kosichek, how could such a cowardly and treacherous god withstand the thunder of the dragon?"

"Now that everything has been handed over to her, the rest is up to her. If she can break the current deadlock, it will be a great thing for the future of the Empire and for the future of the infected who are still oppressed within its borders."

Fyodor raised his hand, pulled down the Ursus Eagle Flag from the mobile city, and planted a flag that was only circulated within the Reunion Movement.

Returning to the Seven Thunders, tearing apart the frozen soil

"Luvenburg... is located in south-central Ursus and is a small mobile city built during the third phase of the Empire's construction. It belongs to Earl Hall, a subordinate of Grand Duke Baikal."

In the darkness, under the light of the twin moons, a colossal creature lay undisturbed in the distance, resting peacefully on its territory.

"Duke Hall took most of his troops with him to attend a meeting of the high command of the Third and Fourth Armies. Now only a garrison of a thousand men remains in Leuvenburg."

"Most of them are assault troops and crossbowmen, a few mages, and a twelve-beast rift battle group."

The massive searchlights swept across the land before them. Under their intense beams, even the deepest darkness was dispelled. But the bright light also made it difficult to detect hidden spells.

“The garrison in Luwenburg rotates five times a day, with each handover lasting half an hour. That means... we have half an hour to launch a surprise attack.”

"The fourth and fifth troop rotations were four hours apart, and after the last rotation, the garrison would continue patrolling until dawn."

"But we can't launch an attack during the last defensive switch."

"Because the soldiers who are rotated out for the fifth time are all well-rested, they are full of energy, and their defense will be more solid."

"The best opportunity we can find is during the fourth rotation. Even if they get the same rest time, their mental state won't be at its best during this period because of the dark and quiet environment. Their previous garrison has just finished patrolling, so they are demoralized and their combat effectiveness is greatly reduced. The others are all asleep, and since they are in their own territory, they will be completely unaware and sleeping soundly."

Talulah pointed to the map and analyzed the situation with the leaders, both big and small, who had gathered there.

"Talulah, do you really believe the information that guard gave you? They're in cahoots. What if it's a trap?"

"Even if we break in, the enemy's numbers and combat skills are no less than ours."

Frostnova's question is also the question of everyone else.

That's a real, fully operational mobile military city. If the enemy's scouts spot them, they'll be met with a barrage of defensive artillery fire.

"Don't worry, Froststar."

Talulah smiled at her.

"As I told you before, we are not alone."

“I contacted some friends who share our goals.”

"You hired outside help?"

"Yes. They are also a group made up of infected people. I know their leaders; they are all trustworthy compatriots."

they.

Yes, Talulah contacted more than one team with shared ideals.

"They will create some noise for us to attract the attention of the garrison."

"When the garrison is drawn away and the defenses become weaker, that's when we'll step in."

Talulah pressed her hand on the mark on the map, her expression resolute.

"We must break through the city walls' defenses as quickly as possible."

"It's time for the switch."

The white rabbit, waiting behind the rocky bunker, looked to the side where, at the edge of the searchlight, stood a presence more solid than darkness itself.

Where are the friends Talulah spoke of?

The handover was almost complete, while the surrounding wilderness remained silent.

"..."

"We can't wait any longer. We're running out of time..."

With a deafening roar, the city's sirens blared and bright lights shone through the night.

Through the blinding light, Froststar seemed to see a giant rise in the wilderness and smash his fist down on the steel castle.

"The Integration Movement!"

The deep roar emanating from the tower became the horn of attack, and the jet-black giant spear was raised high, transforming into a banner.

In front of them, the behemoth was blasted open with a terrifying gash by a massive explosion.

The tower moved slowly forward, and behind it, countless Reunion warriors, fully armed and ready, drew their weapons.

"attack!"

"All soldiers, listen to my command!!!"

The flames on the beacon tower and the long, drawn-out horn calls echoed across the long wall.

"Draw the bowstring!!!"

The sounds of tens of thousands of bowstrings being drawn converged, like thunder flashing in the clouds.

"put!!!"

Every bow is engraved with excellent Originium circuits, and every arrow flows with powerful Originium craftsmanship.

Countless arrows pierced the night sky, falling with unstoppable force, capable of piercing clouds and splitting rocks.

A meteor shower, formed by countless tiny sparks, briefly illuminated the night sky, and also the strange demons beyond Changyuan, on that endless frozen land.

"Resound the string!!!"

"put!!!"

Ten rounds of arrow rained down, countless arrows submerging the frozen soil.

Such terrifying firepower suppression seemed to have caused no harm to the evil spirits.

It continues to move forward slowly, forward.

"Only one?"

There is only one.

Two figures stood atop the city wall, gazing at the alien creature from afar.

"But this one is worth more than a thousand."

"Or perhaps, they were the victors who fought their way out from among thousands of their kind."

"To forge one's own magical power from the corpses of one's own kind is cowardly."

"Who isn't?"

They meticulously analyzed the origins of the alien species, word by word.

Who made the move?

"Let me do it. This is my duty."

"can."

The other person turned and left, while the one who remained reached out his hand.

"It is the height of summer, and although we are in the north, we should have a good rain to wash away the filth."

He slowly raised his hand, as if it were a mountain.

His hand crashed down, as if the sky were collapsing.

"boom--!"

Purple lightning struck the heavens and the earth, pulling and drawing the arrows from the frozen ground, causing them to break free. The lightning danced and intertwined between the arrows, from which true magic was unleashed.

Like an iron tree in bloom, a colossal tree of thunder pierced through the heavens and earth, tearing the alien species to ash.

The light of thunder obscured the two moons, as if a bright sun were rising beyond the towering mountains and long walls.

Raindrops, reflecting the lightning, fell from the sky; clear streams washed away the dust from the soldiers' armor; and torrents poured onto the frozen earth.

This saying goes: Thunder rumbles down over a thousand peaks, rain falls upon ten thousand mountains!

"..."

"Talulah!"

Drak's fire surged into the castle, its scorching, bright flames giving the warriors boundless faith and strength. The burning flames ignited the enemy's fear and consumed their reason.

"You have already failed. If you surrender now, we will..."

"Shut up! You lowly infected!"

The remaining garrison in the castle, led by a noble chieftain, encountered Drak's troops.

"We are soldiers of the Empire, and there is absolutely no way we would surrender to you lowly infected!"

Even when surrounded and with no way out, he still held onto his former arrogant aristocratic will.

"...Is that so?"

Draco sighed softly and raised his hand.

but……