A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

The world has suffered under Victoria's rule for far too long!

No matter who you are or where you come from, as long as you oppose Victoria Enterprises, you are a good partner to everyone!

"Quick, quick, everyone keep up! This place is turning into a battlefield!!"

Ai pushed the big iron pot to wipe away the tears on his face, then suddenly burst into laughter. He pushed the edge of the mine cart with both hands and ran forward quickly. The radishes on the mine cart swayed gently with the bumps, and the sparks in the charcoal brazier were still flickering.

"I'll go and call the guys from the mines to come along!"

The remaining Carter's, arms around each other's shoulders, some helping push the minecart, others supporting their older companions, excitedly shouting, "It's turning into a battlefield!!!"

"Battlefield! The Great Iron Nation! The Great Iron Nation, battlefield!!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't knock down my Crimson Gold Originium Bug!"

When everyone looked over, they saw the golden Originium Bug lying on the edge of the minecart, almost getting knocked off by the swaying radish. They quickly reached out to protect it, which drew another burst of laughter.

Just as everyone stepped out of the mine, a huge fireball suddenly ripped through the night sky. The orange-red flames, carrying a wave of heat, flew straight toward the mining platform not far away, like a falling meteor.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out, and flames slammed into the metal shell of the platform, instantly igniting a raging inferno. Several figures, engulfed in flames, screamed as they plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground and quickly falling silent.

Zhao Zizhan looked at the distant firelight, rubbed his temples helplessly, and muttered to himself, "...Didn't I tell her to keep it under control..."

On the ground, the Reunion Movement members were advancing slowly. The early members of the Reunion Movement lived up to their reputation of being "born from the front lines of war." They carried the poorest supplies, received the most professional military training in Ursus, and fought the toughest battles. Under such an organized attack, the security guards in the mine were like headless flies, unable to organize any effective resistance. Some were even knocked to the ground before they could even raise their weapons.

The security guards stationed at the mine also noticed the miners' evacuation and ran over. Just as they got close, Zhao Zizhan shot them in the thigh, the bullet exploding and crippling half of their leg. He was then shot in the head, following in the footsteps of his colleague.

To be fair, this size has its advantages. The MK23's powerful stopping force would be a problem even for the Terrans. While it would be difficult to deal with advanced races, it's more than enough for ordinary security.

"I wonder how the fight is going up there..."

Chapter 157: Why didn't you tell me sooner that it was about Draco?

Thirty-two Heavenly Fires, Great Immortal Rhinoceros, from this day forth thunder and lightning shake the heavens. One body, three forms, boundless transformations. Golden bricks and golden spears, fire crows in front, burning away evil spirits, all evil will retreat—the Heavenly Fire Talisman of the Daoist Compendium.

Zhao Zizhan actually misunderstood Talulah.

It wasn't that she couldn't control her power; rather, she didn't know the extent of her power's capabilities.

Since birth, Talulah has never fought with all her might. The first half of her life was always haunted by the shadow of Koschei, and all sorts of worries and setbacks made it difficult for her to feel at ease.

Kosiché's shadow is not a concrete chain, but the "You will destroy everything" that echoes in her ears every time she wants to swing her sword, and the unconcealed bewilderment in her heart when she sees refugees displaced by radical integration strategies.

Watching Zhao Zizhan resolve the drawbacks of integration, she began to doubt herself again. Although Black Snake was indeed wicked, he had always comforted himself by hiding in comparison, thinking that he was better than the other party no matter what. However, he had been stuck in a rut. His so-called "justice" was nothing but childishness wrapped in anger. Even the matter of "letting more people live" was done carelessly and obsessively.

Now that Rhodes Island is here, what should I do?

But tonight, she figured it out. The process of giving the speech was also a process of enlightenment. She is a fighter, and will always be a fighter. She will fight for all injustices in the world!

A fighter is not someone who wields a butcher's knife, but someone who dares to hold a torch even when the road ahead is shrouded in mist.

With her mind at ease, Talulah's actual combat strength is completely different from before.

She was already holding back; otherwise, the mine platform would have been met not with a fireball, but with a rain of fire.

This was a one-sided, crushing battle.

For the experienced members of the integration team, this was the first time they had used drones for reconnaissance, the first time they had worn stab-proof clothing, the first time they had used crossbows with scopes, and the first time they hadn't had to fight with stolen, broken guns. They had never fought such a well-funded battle in their lives.

Rhodes Island is like that, so what else is there to say?

The green beam of the night-vision drone streaked across the night sky, its lens precisely locked onto the mine's sentry post. The newly issued alloy crossbow gleamed coldly, the soft twang of the bowstring drowned out by the night wind. The sentry had barely swung his flashlight when a silver glint flashed in the beam—the crossbow bolt pierced his throat almost silently. He clutched his neck and collapsed, the flashlight rolling away, its arc kicking up tiny specks of dust.

Countless cadres of the Integration Movement, dressed in black and blue uniforms, surged toward the mining area like a raging tide. This wave did not stop in the slightest, as if it wanted to smash and submerge the barbed wire fences, concrete walls, and all the injustices and oppressions in the mining area.

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened. Crimson fire burst forth from the clouds, its tail trailing a long ribbon of light, like a fiery spear hurled by a god, sweeping past the charging tide with a whistling sound. The next second, the fire slammed heavily onto the massive steel platform in the center of the mine.

"boom!"

The dull, deafening roar shook the ground, and the creaking of the twisted and deformed steel structure was extremely piercing. Instantly, flames burst into flames on the platform surface, and orange-red tongues of fire climbed up the steel frame, dyeing the night sky crimson.

It must be said that the person in charge of this company, Scarface, is indeed a product of a regular military background. He quickly detected the attack after the first burst of flames and began to organize security to deal with the external attack.

"Get your weapons out, all of you! Hurry up!"

Scarface kicked open the door to the security guards' break room. Seeing a group of security personnel still frantically getting dressed, his anger flared instantly. "Move your fat asses! If you don't move, you'll all be fucking roast meat!"

He rushed out the door first, knife in hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight.

Seeing the intruders mingling with the security personnel inside the arena, he was filled with rage and let out a long howl before activating his Originium Arts.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a crimson light descending from the sky. Looking up, he saw a fireball even larger than the one before hurtling towards him, its flames churning as if to devour everything, reaching him in an instant!

"not good!"

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Scarface's heart tightened. He tried to dodge, but found it was too late—the fireball was too large, completely blocking his escape route. He could only instinctively hold his longsword horizontally in front of his chest to protect his vitals, while simultaneously unleashing all his Originium Arts to try and create a protective barrier.

"boom--!"

The enormous fireball crashed to the ground, the terrifying heat instantly melting the surrounding steel into dark red molten iron that flowed down the surface. A powerful shockwave spread out like a tsunami, blasting everything in its path and knocking many combatants to the ground.

Scarface felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the concrete wall behind him. The sound of shattering bricks accompanied his muffled groan.

Step, step...

The machete clattered to the ground, its blade warped and deformed from the intense heat. Scarface struggled to open his eyes, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He could feel several of his ribs were broken, and he was wracked with excruciating pain.

He struggled, grabbing the crack in the wall with his hands, slowly pulling his body out of the wall. Through his blurred vision, he saw the raging fire in front of him slowly parting to both sides, as if paying homage to a king, making way for him.

Flames worshipped at her feet; she was the queen of flames, her towering horns resembling a ferocious crown.

Scarface coughed up a mouthful of blood, but used the excruciating pain to unleash a final burst of ferocity. He activated Originium Arts, knowing he was no match for his opponent, but the pride of a regular army wouldn't allow him to surrender—even if it meant dragging his opponent down to hell with him, he would fight to the last breath.

Facing the charging Scarface, Talulah didn't move an inch, only flicking her wrist. The flaming greatsword, with a whooshing sound, drew a crimson arc, its trajectory too fast to be seen.

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"Pfft-"

The sound of blood splattering was particularly jarring. Scarface's charging motion suddenly froze, the afterimage of the flaming greatsword reflected in his pupils, and only a second later did he feel the excruciating pain shooting through his arms.

He looked down and saw that both arms were severed at the elbows, blood gushing out like a fountain, sizzling as it hit the ground and instantly evaporating in the intense heat. The severed limbs lay on the ground, still twitching unconsciously.

Before Scareye could scream, Talulah raised her right leg and slammed her knee into his chest.

With a muffled thud, the immense force sent Scarface flying. His body carved a deep trench in the ground, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere, until he crashed into the steel supports of the mine, coughing up a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground, unable to get up again.

The flames slowly dissipated in Talulah's palm, leaving only a few sparks dancing on her fingertips. She walked step by step to Scarface, the shadow completely enveloping him, his vertical horns casting a ferocious silhouette in the firelight, looking down at the defeated man on the ground like a judge.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

Scarface leaned against the steel frame, his chest heaving violently, each breath a tearing pain. He gazed in Talulah's direction, a bitter smile tugging at his lips, coughing intermittently, "Cough cough... Honestly, I don't know whether to call it bad luck or good luck, that I'd actually meet a Draco in my lifetime."

You should have said so earlier! If you had, I wouldn't have even bothered to yell!

P.S.: I couldn't fall asleep after a while, so I got up to write another chapter!

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Chapter 158 It's so good, it's a law.

“Race itself is meaningless,” Talulah said expressionlessly.

Scarface leaned against the broken hydraulic strut, coughing violently with his broken arm over his mouth. The blood splattered onto his finely tailored suit trousers, spreading into dark patterns. It took him a long time to manage a mocking laugh, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "Haha...cough cough cough...only a superior race like yours, born with power in your hands, would utter such nonsense as 'race is meaningless'."

"What exactly is in my mine that would warrant the attention of someone as important as you?"

"I am Talulah, the leader of the Reunion Movement. I am here to judge you for oppressing miners, oppressing the infected, withholding project payments, and using force to coerce trade. Do you have any last words?"

"The Integration Movement..."

Scarface muttered those four words repeatedly, then suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained away, followed by a burst of maniacal laughter, a mix of coughs and laughter, as if he were letting go. "Hehehe...cough cough...hahaha! So...so I messed with the wrong person!"

This morning, news came that a member of our own group went to the Reunification Movement to demand an explanation and was beaten. Tonight, someone came to our door to beat us up. This is truly a case of "hearing the truth in the morning, one can die content in the evening."

"With your oppression of miners, civilians, and the infected, you will eventually run into me, no matter when. There's no need to make excuses for yourself."

Scarface's eyes darkened completely, all traces of his previous arrogance gone. "Fine, I admit defeat. This mine, these machines, and everything else are all yours."

He raised his head and looked directly into Talulah's eyes. "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. Tell me, what do you plan to do with me?"

Upon realizing that his opponent was a Draco, the last vestige of resistance in his heart shattered. He couldn't even muster the desire to launch a sneak attack. With his limited Originium Arts, he couldn't even touch the opponent's cloak. To sneak attack a Draco? That would be a classic Victorian joke.

Besides, I've lost both my hands; I can't just throw away my life, can I?

"Your outcome will depend on the trial's result."

Talulah, who had just finished off the enemy without hesitation, turned her attention to the battlefield deep within the mine. The shouts of battle had subsided, with only sporadic metallic clanging echoing. This raid, launched by the Reunion Movement, had lasted only a quarter of an hour from start to finish.

How would you evaluate Zhao Zizhan's performance in this battle? In his own words, he was a pure dragon.

In short, it's the Rembiton Mine Dragon 60S.

……

Within the Reunion Movement, not everyone has a good impression of Zhao Zizhan. After all, he is not a succubus, so naturally he cannot be liked by everyone, and there will always be people who have opinions about him.

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Within the organization, a considerable number of people had opinions about him. The main reason for these opinions was that they felt Zhao Zizhan was too scheming and acted like an actor.

Am I the only one who finds that little boy from some Radish Island strange?

Have people ever talked about this in private gatherings? The person who said this was Broken Bones, Alex.

He had just recently joined forces with the southward-bound Integrative Movement with his armed squad, and is now about to become a reserve cadre.

A moment of silence fell over the tent as the assembled members exchanged glances. One of them placed a half-eaten rye bread on his lap and leaned forward: "So, what do you mean?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it just feels really strange. It's like every time he appears, it's a coincidence, and every time he meets with our cadres, their impression of him completely changes! Isn't that too fast?"

"They only had a meal and a meeting in a tent. How could they completely trust each other? Isn't this like being drugged?"

His words made those around him think: "What you said does make some sense, but they really do put meat in front of you. They can't be lying, can they? The meat oil even dripped into the fire, and the aroma filled half the camp. We usually eat dry, hard sawdust bread or uncooked wild vegetables. He can't be faking it if he shares meat with us, can he?"

"How can this not be a lie? It's just a meal of meat. Although we've had a tough time during the integration period, we can still hunt some game and have a meat feast when we encounter herds in the wild. It's not like we've never eaten meat before. Besides, who knows if he added anything to the meat? Otherwise, how do you explain why the cadres suddenly believed him?"

These words silenced everyone in the tent. Some people looked down and picked at the holes in their tent fabric, while others stared blankly at the campfire. Indeed, most of the Integrators were infected people who had been discriminated against and betrayed, and they were more sensitive to the word "trust" than anyone else. Yet, Zhao Zizhan had managed to make several cadres look at him differently in just a few days, which felt strangely incongruous.

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"The cadres and leaders have definitely fallen for that kid's trick!"

After a while, a young member of the integration team whispered, "Well, they did save our lives, so isn't it normal to treat our saviors well?"

"But that would be too good to be true. How can someone change so quickly just by being saved? I don't believe that being saved can instantly create a deep sense of trust in someone."

"Isn't that different?"

The younger member became anxious, "Haven't we comrades saved each other before? Last time you got your leg trapped under a rock in the rubble, it was me and Kai who pulled you out. Don't you trust us?"

"Then...can they be the same?"

Alex stubbornly argued for a couple of minutes, then fell silent.

He knew that his words sounded like those of an ungrateful wretch. Zhao Zizhan had never stolen any of the integrated supplies, never harmed any of his comrades, and had even secretly distributed Rhodes Island's medicines to the wounded. However, he had experienced too many betrayals and repeated disappointments, which made him afraid to trust anyone easily anymore. No matter how harmless or sincere the other party seemed, he dared not gamble again.

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That said, the mine's security wasn't actually as bad as it seemed in front of Talulah and Zhao Zizhan. One was a numerical monster, and the other was a mechanical monster; they killed them on sight right away, leaving them no chance to resist.

However, as former members of the Victorian army, their discipline couldn't compare to that of some armed personnel in the field. Their shield-formed defensive line was like a solid iron shell. Unlike the chaotic attacks of ordinary militants, every shot and every spell cast was methodical, and they even left tripwires and booby traps when retreating. Just now, two members of the Reunion team stepped on a landmine, their legs blown to pieces, and they were still lying in the makeshift medical station groaning in pain.

Alex lay prone behind a pile of abandoned minecarts, the grenade launcher on his shoulder still hot. He had just fired his second grenade when the explosion rocked the tin roof, scattering shrapnel everywhere. But the shield-like defense only swayed for a moment before being replaced.

"Captain, their shields are too tough! Spells can't penetrate them at all!"

The team members behind him shouted, their voices filled with urgency.

Alex gritted his teeth and charged out. He was very fast. Originium Arts made his muscles burst with power far beyond that of ordinary people. His cleaver struck the shield with a dull thud, making the enemy soldier's arm go numb. But before he could strike again, two other shields crashed in from the side, stopping his movement.

Alex's fighting style is relentless. Having been exiled to the infected area, he naturally had not received much formal military training. After forming a small armed team, he mainly fought small-scale conflicts in the surrounding area. He had not had much time to train since joining the Reunion Movement, and this was the first time he had encountered an enemy with regular military personnel.

Alex's heart tightened. He tried to dodge but was firmly trapped by the shield. Only then did he realize how big the gap was between himself and these regular soldiers. In the past, in the infected exile area, he had more than enough strength and the power of his grenade launchers to deal with those rabble. But now, facing well-coordinated soldiers, his tactics were a joke.

All I can say is that the water temperature is completely different from before.

The opponent didn't engage him head-on at all, but instead used his shield to distract him and then used a warlock to whittle him down from a distance. In just a few minutes, his arms and legs, which lacked defense, were grazed by spells several times.