Lord of Cinder in American Comics

But now the attack is on the control bureau. The ATS exoskeleton is equipped with a 25mm rotary rapid-fire cannon. To match the intensity of the war, the rate of fire has been deliberately reduced, which allows the three barrels to be used in rotation to create continuous fire suppression.

Not to mention the rocket launchers and tandem bombs mounted on the ATS exoskeleton.

If a hatch cannot be opened, launch rockets; if a group of defensive fortifications is encountered, drop a series of explosives.

The Control Bureau squad, following closely behind the ATS armor, couldn't even use their own charged rifles, just watching these beasts in ATS exoskeletons march forward triumphantly.

The White Ghost roams the Cobra's base, searching for Zatan's whereabouts.

Those brainless Cobra cyborgs didn't receive any orders from Storm Shadow to defect, and with Cortana's covert manipulation, Storm Shadow moved in as if there was no one there.

After passing through a separate compartment, the person inside was crouching under the observation window, cautiously peering out with their eyes peeking out.

Upon seeing the White Ghost, he ducked his head to avoid being discovered.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the people inside returned to the observation window, peeking out again.

However, the face of the White Ghost was waiting for him outside the observation window.

The startled man took two steps back and plopped down on the table in the center of the room.

Looking at the man's face, Shiro asked suspiciously, "Are you... President Ami?"

Upon hearing this address, the man instantly pressed close, pounding on the hatch and exclaiming, "It's me! It's me! I was captured and brought here. I heard someone wanted to take my face to make a mask. Are you here to rescue me? I can hear the noise outside; it must be the American army invading! Quick, get me out of here, and I promise you a huge reward!"

White Ghost looked at the person in front of him. His appearance did not seem fake. If it were Zatan's disguise, there would definitely be a flaw at the glued part of his mask on his neck.

But seeing the panic in front of him, and the neck that wasn't twisted or deformed at all, White Ghost lowered his guard.

The White Ghost plunged the blade into the lock on the hatch door, breaking its structure and forcibly opening the hatch.

The Grand Commander bent down, carefully peeked out, and observed his surroundings.

Looking at the slightly lewd appearance of the person in front of him, White Ghost said, "Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place..."

White Ghost walked ahead, with the disguised Grand Commander Zatan following closely behind, secretly pulling out a pistol from his pocket.

White Ghost stopped, turned around, looked at Zatan who was pointing a gun at him, and said, "You killed my master, which is why I've fallen to this state..."

Zatan looked at White Ghost with some indifference, nodded, and said, "Yes. Do you want me to apologize? Fine, I was wrong!"

With a gun in hand, Zatan kept a close eye on every joint of the White Ghost, ready to strike unexpectedly. The weapon in his hand gave him confidence; after all, no matter how skilled a fighter, a single shot could take him down. Zatan was quite confident in his marksmanship.

Zatan's indifference fueled White Ghost's anger, and he gripped his weapon tightly, blade facing upwards.

Seeing White Ghost's actions, Zatan pointed his gun at him as a warning and said, "Actually, I quite admire you. You're a good tool that doesn't need to say a word. It's just a bit of a pity..."

After saying that, Zatan pulled the trigger. For this kind of enemy, it was more reassuring for him to die.

The trigger drives the firing pin, striking the primer of the bullet, which, propelled by the propellant gases, flies towards the White Ghost.

White Ghost was ready; with a reverse grip on the blade, she blocked the bullet's path as her arm moved.

The blade sliced ​​through the incoming bullet, causing it to change course and bypass the White Ghost, flying behind him and striking the surrounding walls, sending sparks flying.

Seeing this, Zatan was completely taken aback. Could there really be someone in this world who could cut bullets with a knife?

White Ghost gave Zatan no chance, twisting his waist and exerting force, the raised blade flew towards Zatan as he released it.

The knife pierced Zatan's heart, and he helplessly released his weapon, collapsing to the ground.

Having lost control of his will, his disguise reverted to Zatan's bald appearance. Silver-gray nanomachines slowly flowed from Zatan's seven orifices.

Looking at the corpse before him, White Ghost, who had avenged his great grudge, did not rashly touch the body to examine it. He had witnessed the power of nanomachines, and it was better to dispose of the corpse.

He somehow got hold of two incendiary bombs, pulled the pins, and threw them at Zatan. Only after watching Zatan's entire body burn to ashes did Ghost finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Outside the base, Ash and Stark were in a makeshift camp, sipping steaming coffee and listening to the frontline squad's reports.

Just then, a snowflake slowly drifted down and fell into Ash's cup.

Staring at the coffee in his hand, Ash slowly asked, "Stark, is it getting colder?"

Stark, unfazed by Ash's words, took a sip of coffee to ease the fatigue from the long march and said, "This is the Arctic. The average temperature in January is between minus twenty and forty degrees Celsius. Even in the hottest month of August, it won't be above zero. Of course it's cold."

Ash put down her coffee cup and said, "But it shouldn't be snowing inside the tent..."

Stark looked up at the tiny snowflakes that were gradually rising into the air. In the short time he looked up to observe, the tiny snowflakes had already turned into large snowflakes.

Shaking off the snow, Stark grabbed a handful of snowflakes from the table. The icy feeling and the texture of squeezing them into a ball told him that these were not fakes.

Ash picked up the radio next to her and spoke to the control bureau and special forces, saying that someone was issuing orders.

"Everyone, abandon the mission and evacuate Cobra Base! I repeat. Everyone, abandon the mission and evacuate Cobra Base!"

Ash's orders were somewhat baffling, but as the reports of the operation gradually came back, no one questioned his orders. Even those who were not part of the special forces team abandoned the underwater attack and withdrew their own submarine forces.

Ash changed into her superior knight's outfit and slung the Aria over her shoulder. Stark hurriedly packed his personal belongings. Ash's attire clearly indicated that she was about to go into battle.

Stepping out of the tent, both Ash and Stark saw the increasingly intense blizzard, which, like an overturned bowl, formed above the Hydra base.

Stark pulled his down jacket tighter to keep the wind and snow from getting in through the gaps.

Ash looked at the strange scene and sighed, saying, "It seems our old friend has found a new home..."

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Chapter 366: Shaliwan made contributions to slowing down global warming.

The buildings at Cobra Base were completely different now; a complex of structures made of frost had risen from the ground. Snowflakes danced among the buildings, blurring their outlines.

Stark looked at the building in front of him and said, "It looks familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"

"Irushir, you must have seen its scenery from afar when you were riding a dragon in Lothric..."

Stark recalled the scenery he had seen before, but the sight of such a magnificent complex of buildings suddenly appearing before his eyes felt somewhat unreal.

Stark muttered to himself, "How did he teleport those buildings over?"

Ash said, "That wasn't teleportation; he recreated Inrusir using ice and snow..."

"But...this?"

Stark was speechless. He could understand the use of special theological methods to teleport, but rebuilding an entire complex in such a short time was simply unbelievable.

"Don't forget, he got his hands on the Frost Box before. I never imagined it would have any magical effects in Shariwan's hands..."

Even Ash was filled with surprise upon seeing the new Inrushil. Salvation had single-handedly built his temple, and every blade of grass and every tree there was etched into his heart. Perhaps this was Salvation's place of remembrance…

Stark looked at the scene in the distance, always feeling a sense of unreality, and shook his head to let the wind and snow calm his mind.

Stark asked, "But didn't you say that the Frostbox was a weapon? And weapons can be used for construction?"

“Salivan isn’t… Wait! Something’s happened…”

In Ash's view, a gigantic figure wearing armor, on all fours, holding a large hammer, appeared on the bridge in front of the main entrance of Inrusir, which had just appeared.

That was originally a guard dog protecting the main gate of Lothric, named Bordeaux the Beast Knight.

At that moment, he was holding a large sledgehammer, striking the ice beneath his feet, and the ice shards scattered like bombs.

The hole he knocked open led to the Cobra's descending passage, which was now filled with Control Bureau soldiers.

The sudden appearance of Inrusier froze the original passage, trapping the Bureau of Control inside. Bordeaux's sledgehammer conveniently opened an escape route for them.

The top of their heads was blown open. They initially thought it was friendly reinforcements coming to their rescue, but what was revealed was deformed armor and a beast-like appearance.

The soldiers of the control bureau couldn't help but point their weapons at Bordeaux. Although they didn't know if it would work, having a weapon in hand would at least provide some comfort.

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Upon seeing the soldiers below, Bordeaux slightly stepped back, leaving some space.

"Sir, what should we do?"

A squad commander reported what they had seen. Given this non-aggressive stance, they couldn't very well launch an attack. If it caused any misunderstanding, the consequences would be something they couldn't afford to bear.

Ash looked at Bordeaux in the distance and said calmly, "Let's retreat..."

After saying that, Ash threw the communicator aside, his words and actions clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

No one blamed Ash; it was obvious to everyone that the Bureau of Control soldiers were being held hostage by that enormous beast. If the hammer hadn't struck, or if the passage hadn't been broken open beforehand, these soldiers would have been trapped and died inside.

That slight retreat was merely to give the control bureau time to evacuate; it was a demonstration, a warning, and a gesture of goodwill.

The control bureau evacuated quickly, and everyone ran to the maximum power that the exoskeleton could provide. After all, no one knew what would happen next. Anyway, the boss said to evacuate, so running fast and standing behind the boss would give them a sense of security.

As they withdrew from the newly built Illumin Bridge, it was as if their bodies collided with the air. The departure of each soldier was like a stone falling into a calm body of water, with faint ripples appearing out of nowhere and merging with the inverted bowl-shaped barrier.

Stark, holding up his binoculars, witnessed this scene and asked curiously, "Is that energy defense? Or large-scale biometrics?"

"That's a barrier that existed after Salvador built Inrushir. I don't know anything else. It's said that Salvador would bestow a special doll upon those he admired, as proof and as a key to pass through the barrier..."

"You don't know? There are things you don't know?"

Stark's tone was a mixture of surprise and disbelief. Was there really something Ash didn't know? Ash knew everything about gods, ghosts, and even aliens, so how could he not know now…?

Ash remained calm, ignoring Stark's strange teasing, and said, "The only barrier I've studied is the fog gate, but fog gates can't differentiate between blocking people coming and going and blocking attacks from the outside like this..."

"Irushir is known as the City of Illusions, a place that is both visible and unattainable, right before your eyes yet forever out of reach, all thanks to this barrier, a unique skill of Salvation..."

Although Ashe was explaining earnestly, Stark couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It sounded like the restlessness of unrequited love...

As they talked, the distant, icy landscape of Inrushir began to change. After the trapped people left, Inrushir became increasingly ethereal, like a mirage...

Gradually, plants began to appear in the snow and ice. They were white trees with graceful figures like women, their feet deep into the earth, and their arms spread out like branches, with tiny points of light at the ends of the branches like candle flames.

If it weren't for its human-like head, no one would mistake this plant growing from the ground for a living being.

Stark looked at Ashe, his eyes saying, 'Explain these new things!'

“Those are white trees from the world of Ariandel’s paintings. Even if they are living beings, they are plants. And Saliva is her child, except that Saliva left the world of Ariandel’s paintings and became what it is today…”

The World Security Council, which was closely monitoring the situation on the ground, couldn't help but chime in, asking, "Wait! Are you kidding me? That Shaliwan is clearly a person? Or rather, Shaliwan has a human appearance, how could it be this kind of plant?"

Ash glared at Stark, who shrank back. He understood what Ash meant; in order to see this fantastical scene outside, Stark had even forgotten to take defensive measures such as communication jamming.

Ash said calmly, "Now that you've seen what Shariwan looks like, the branch-like wings on his back are proof that he inherited them from these White Tree Women..."

During Ash's explanation, the Bureau of Control personnel withdrew, and the special forces beneath the ice sheet also left. The concealed Inlushier became a place inaccessible to ordinary people.

Hawke's voice suddenly came through the command channel, saying, "Ash, thank goodness for your reminder, the ocean beneath the Arctic ice cap is starting to freeze..."