People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

These two nouns made Froststar's brain freeze. After all, she was a child who grew up in a mine. Although Bozhukas had taught Froststar to read, as the content of the battles increased, Froststar's knowledge was limited to reading and writing commonly used words in Ursus.

Simply put, the White Rabbit is semi-illiterate.

However, Bozhukasti did not understand these two words. Perhaps they were new words from the new era. He had been wandering in the tundra for more than ten years and might not have kept up with the times outside.

"Don't worry, this thing is not poisonous, and I have no reason to harm you."

Bozhukas looked at the Ark with scrutiny, then slowly used his gloved fingers to pick up a little of the so-called female beast of burden's tears and put it in front of his eyes to observe carefully, and then applied it on his slightly exposed wrist.

"Old stubborn."

"No corrosive properties, nothing else. It feels slightly cool and sticky. Preliminary assessment: harmless."

There was a pause in his speech, and it looked like the source stone crystals had begun to spread to his throat.

"How prudent."

Fang Ark's teasing words did not shake Bozhuocasti. After confirming that the liquid was not corrosive, the latter lifted his helmet and smeared it on his eyelids, one of the few remaining skins on his head.

"Yelena, you don't need it, I'll do it."

After that, Frost Star also wanted to apply the stuff on his eyelids, but was stopped by Bozhukast.

The white rabbit glared at Bozhuocasti in dissatisfaction, but the latter didn't care and just kept his eyes fixed on Alina's body behind Tallulah.

The combat instinct he had developed over many months reminded him the moment he entered the tent that there was still someone here, but he couldn't see him. He was right above the corpse.

At first, Bozhukasti thought it was an assassin with strong concealment skills, but if it was as he suspected, it might be...

The illusory figure was like the morning mist in the Leithanian woods, looming and wispy.

The fog rolled and then gradually gathered into a human shape in front of Bozhuocasti.

Gradually solidifying and becoming clearer, Elafia's horns, facial features, and expression gradually appeared in Bodracasti's eyes.

"You are……"

Bozhukast looked at Elafia in front of him, then at the corpse on the ground, whose face was no longer pale but had turned blue under the candlelight and the blood-red blanket.

"It's rare for a soul to exist so stably in the real world."

Boyi Dracusti said this, then looked at Tallulah.

"You want to resurrect this woman."

"I... yes."

Tallulah breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Bodracasti with a determined gaze.

"Why do you believe that someone you've never met can do it?"

"...At least now, he made Alina's spirit appear before my eyes. If I wanted to do that, I had no choice."

The bloodshot in Wendigo's eyes grew deeper.

"Can you afford the price of resurrection?"

This question left Tallulah speechless.

From the beginning, Ark never told her the price of resurrecting Alina.

"To resurrect the dead is to go against the will of Heaven and go against the laws of nature. You must pay a price. Unknown, you are resurrected, what do you ask for?"

"The potential for accomplishment, and the friendship of a red dragon. I've spoken to Miss Alina before, and Miss Tallulah should have heard. If there's anything else you're asking, it's about preventing an inevitable disaster."

His gaze returned to Tallulah.

"..."

Talulah looked at Fang Zhou with a complicated look. She did hear it at that time. After all, the red dragon's senses were quite sharp. How could Alina and Fang Zhou's private conversation escape her sight and hearing?

"My purpose in coming to this snowy plain is to search and confirm. A red dragon's friendship can help me achieve a breakthrough in my work."

"What are you looking for? What are you trying to determine?"

Bozhukasti was still asking questions, but as soon as he finished speaking, he glanced outside the tent. The golden Originium symbol on the Ark Mask flashed for a while, and then he hugged the big book in his hand that appeared at some point to his chest.

The five large characters "Calendar of the Devil's Advent" were engraved in the eyes of everyone present.

"The Demon King."

This word deeply irritated Bozhuocasti's nerves, causing the Wendigo to stand still and remain silent.

"I'm looking for a demon king."

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Chapter 10: The Violent American Cockroach

"You said you were looking for the Demon King."

The flat female voice, tinged with anger, echoed in the empty tent.

That sound did not belong to any of the people present, and the source of the sound came from outside the tent.

A white hand pulled open the curtain of the tent, and the white-haired, red-horned Sarkaz wearing a thin mercenary vest stood outside in the wind and snow.

The red pupils stared at Fang Zhou, and the anger burning in them was frightening.

"You, it's really you. I should have recognized you when that dragon girl brought you back just now."

Anger distorted the delicate and beautiful face of the Sarkaz girl, making her look hideous and terrifying.

It was clearly the northern tundra, and the tent door was clearly wide open.

But the people in the tent did not feel the cold because of the anger. The anger of the person in front of them had already dispelled the cold and even made people have the illusion of heat.

It is hard to imagine how intense the anger must be to create such an illusion just by looking at each other.

"Long time no see, W."

Because of the mask, Ark's voice seemed heavier and duller than normal, but this had no effect on W.

Because I will never mistake that voice. I will remember that bastard's voice in my mind for the rest of my life before I kill him. I will never forget it even after I die.

"Yeah, long time no see, you murderer!"

A grenade appeared in his hand at some point, the trigger was pulled open by his thumb and then thrown directly towards the Ark.

"Danger!"

Ice spikes rose up, and the cold wind broke the heat brought by the anger, but the ice could not stop the high-explosive gunpowder, and would even increase the shrapnel damage of the gunpowder.

So something faster than ice was moving between the ice ridges. The black-clad ninja quickly snatched the grenade from the air and then escaped into the kingdom of shadows.

A faint flash of light flickered in the shadows for a while, silently and without smoke. The explosion of the Shadow Kingdom naturally would not affect the real world.

W was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly and tried to distance herself from the crowd, but Fang Zhou was already in front of her in the blink of an eye.

The pupils slowly contracted, and what was reflected in the contracted pupils was the flying whip kick.

boom!

With his mouth wide open, the huge force of the impact rushed directly into his abdominal cavity. At that moment, W felt as if his internal organs were grabbed by a pair of big hands and then shook wildly like a raging sea. A buzzing sound came from his ears and his vision became blurred in an instant.

boom!

The Sarkaz's body hit the snow, splashing snow waves several meters high. The roar of the fall attracted everyone's attention.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of boots stepping on the ground creaked, and Ark walked closer to the snow mist raised by W hitting the snow.

"there……"

In the Sarkaz mercenary camp, Hedley and Inès looked at each other in bewilderment.

It seems like W went over there just now. Could it be that that guy caused trouble again?

They walked closer quickly, but when they arrived at the place, all they saw was a man wearing a mask and a long black coat reaching into the snow and pulling out a white-haired, red-horned Sarkaz.

That is……

"W!"

Inès's cry did not stop Fang Zhou. He grabbed W's hair. The other party was 1.65 meters tall, which was considered tall among women, but he still lifted her up.

His face twitched and his pair of red eyes opened with difficulty.

Then, white mist came from the side.

The black shadow moved from bottom to top, and with two fingers like pincers, it tightly bit the short blade held by the Sarkaz girl.

The dagger, which was sharp enough to cut through hard wood with ease, could not penetrate the fingers of the man in front of him, and could not even cut through his gloves.

The next moment, the strange force arrived.

Click.

With the crisp sound of bones dislocating, W was instantly smashed into the snow. Fang Zhou's thick palm tightly grasped her soft neck, and the squeezing force made her feel slightly suffocated. One foot stepped on her back spine, making W's lower body completely unable to exert any strength.

How could this be? Shouldn't this bastard be a weak commander? How could he be so strong?

Ah, that's right. If he wasn't strong, how could he kill His Highness? His Highness is a hero of the Sarkaz. How could he be killed by a powerless person? This [Kazdel swear word] has been hiding his strength all along!

"What happened?!"

Hedley quickly stepped forward and looked at W who was stepped on by Fang Zhou. The man was holding W's arm, which was obviously dislocated, and the other hand had just left W's neck.

Neither he nor Inès acted rashly. The opponent was very strong. The fact that he could easily subdue W was enough to prove that he was powerful enough to deal with the two of them. Moreover, this was the Integration Movement, and they were just joining the movement temporarily. If a conflict arose here, it would very likely attract the terrifying Wendigo.

boom!

boom!

Whatever comes to mind.

Hedley looked at the huge figure approaching from afar with an unpleasant expression, as well as Tallulah and Froststar with gloomy faces in front of him.

"W, you need to give us an explanation. The sudden attack on us is not something you can just ignore with another joke."

Hedley felt dizzy.

He thought it was nothing to worry about W going crazy since Her Highness Theresa's death. After all, this guy was crazy to begin with. He and Inès both knew how much she admired and yearned for the pure white king, but...

But after all, they are now relying on others to integrate the movement. It is not crazy to attack their leader directly.

"Hey, old guy over there."

There was no hint of pain in W's growl. Although her internal organs were still aching and her arm was dislocated, such injuries were commonplace for a battle-hardened mercenary like her. However, cold sweat still oozed from her forehead.

The will can endure pain, but the body cannot. The fine cold sweat that seeps out is enough to show that the pain in W's body is almost approaching the threshold of the brain's tolerance for pain.

"This man is the murderer of His Highness! You understand what I am saying!"

W's eyes widened in anger, and he raised his head with great effort to stare at Bozhukasti.

"A year ago, Her Highness Theresa was murdered by this fellow! And now you're still talking about searching for the Demon King, even though it was you who killed our King! Are you planning to attack the next Demon King now?!"

Wendigo's emotions began to fluctuate, and his eyes were fixed on Ark, while Tallulah and Froststar only felt that things were becoming more and more complicated.

Resurrecting the dead, finding the Demon King, and killing the former Demon King's murderer...

Layer upon layer of fog enveloped the man who suddenly appeared near the tundra.

As W roared, Hedley and Inès looked at the Ark in shock. The masked figure seemed to overlap with the shadow of a cold commander in their memories.

At this moment, Inès subconsciously glanced at Fang Zhou's shadow.

The pupils shrank to the size of needles in an instant.

“…Ah~…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

A cry of pain and despair erupted from Inès' throat, and she collapsed to the ground holding her head. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, and she fell to the ground with a hideous face, her body twisting without any beauty like a leech burned by flames.

"Inès!"

Hedley forced himself to calm down and tried to support Inès's shoulders, but a dagger slashed his nose.

The dagger was held in Ines's hand. The eyes that he used to keep rational and calm were now filled with fear and despair. He could not see the familiarity with himself. Ines seemed to no longer recognize him. The look in her eyes when she looked at him was no longer that of a comrade or anything else, but of some great horror that was about to take her life.

"what--!"

A low growl came from the warrior's mouth, like the threat of a wild beast.

"So, people should take good care of their eyes. Seeing things they shouldn't see can cause great mental stress."

Releasing W, Ark appeared behind Inès like a ghost, and before the latter could react in fear, he pressed her head with his palm.