Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

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Indeed, as Ursus people, it is rare to see Eastern techniques, let alone infected people. This Sambo style of self-defense fighting, which is different from the Ursus style, focuses on kicking, punching, grappling, and striking. The close-range, one-inch punch is actually more suitable for Eastern people. However, Yelena's body is relatively thin, unlike the burly men of normal Ursus, so she is obviously more suited to one-inch punches.

"But there's no rush, take it slow, start by learning my movements."

Yelena also adopted a defensive stance.

Although short-range fighting doesn't emphasize stances but rather seizing opportunities and exploiting gaps, without blocking or parrying, it doesn't follow many rules because it's learned from scratch.

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Late at night, Yelena went to bed early after a day of training.

Of course, this was also a deliberate act by the villainous sodium chloride. If this girl didn't fall asleep quickly, how could she come out and pave the way for what would happen later?

Using sodium chloride to summon the Herrscher of the Body makes rapid movement an easy task.

Now she has arrived at another place, on the other side of the north.

Another mine.

However, this place seems to have been newly built not long ago, and it is much larger than those I have seen before, compared to the Empire's junkyard.

Calling this place a concentration camp would be more appropriate.

Many Ursus military police officers were blocking the entrance with shields and batons, while many infected people were trapped inside.

An uprising in the concentration camps?

This is the location we agreed upon in advance.

The black snake made a deal with sodium chloride, and the deal involved infected people.

Black Snake believed that the infected people's resistance was only a matter of time and would inevitably occur sooner or later.

But what the Black Serpent needs is to accelerate this process; creating a signal of resistance is enough.

It doesn't matter whether it's true or false; the fact that this happened is enough.

To create a deliberate act of resistance.

Now, the target has been found; the silver-haired girl landed in the snow far from the concentration camp.

The bright lighting equipment illuminated the concentration camp, but it also made the surrounding environment dark.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

They stood still, the timing was perfect, and all the necessary actors were in place.

The weak who still awoke from their cries and shouts, the military and police wielding batons, the secret police who came to maintain order, and the on-site supervisor who was in charge of them.

The Ursus rulers kept a record that their colluding mouthpieces were all equipped with cameras.

Everyone was present, waiting to clear out the unruly infected, purify the empire's air and environment, and a new political news story was brewing.

Unbeknownst to anyone, on the distant snowfield, a silver-haired girl parted her lips slightly, and an ancient song, accompanied by ominous energy, was gradually enveloping the area.

A struggle to plunge into the abyss is gradually unfolding.

A new era is about to begin.

P.S.: Ah, Herrscher of Reason is so amazing! I really want to tie the Queen up in the basement, hehehehe [perverted face]

Damn miHoYo, give me back my Herrscher of Reason! Looking at the recent Honkai Impact 3rd short film, everyone is Herrscher-ified, it feels like the Queen no longer has any screen time. Plus, the current Paramecium has heterochromia. I remember a few years ago in a short film called "Reburn," Paramecium's eyes were all gold with Herrscher-ified starry eyes when she transformed. Is this some kind of internal retcon?

And I haven't played Honkai Impact 3rd in ages. Didn't I see a trailer for Fu Hua as Herrscher of the Void on the official BLBL account? Is the movie in a long time because it's been delayed?

Section 18, Chapter 18: [Man-Made Prophecy]

"Major General Koch, I have complete faith in you. This mob has really caused me a lot of trouble."

At night, in the military camp tent, Kosiché, still dressed in white, took a bottle of vintage red wine from a servant and poured a little into the major general's glass.

The advanced military heating equipment isolates this place from the icy and snowy landscape, making it a rather high-end supply.

This is a garrison corps under the Far East Army Group. Because there is little military pressure in the Far East, this garrison corps was also brought in to maintain security in remote areas.

"Don't worry, Your Grace, the infected are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, and can be suppressed anytime, anywhere."

The major general, dressed in an Ursus military uniform, took a sip of his drink and spoke with great confidence.

"Really? That's wonderful! I've been worried about my life and property day and night. After all, I am grateful to the late emperor for allowing me to possess this territory. If something were to happen to me, it would be difficult to explain."

With a fake yet elegant smile, the major general, seeing that the time was ripe, offered the dangerous duke a new deal.

That is, mutual interests and weaknesses.

"However, Your Grace, although this matter is easy to do, some things are perfectly reasonable in themselves, but if they are disclosed, they may be misunderstood by some people."

"Oh, what is it?"

The cunning and shrewd Kosiché naturally understood what the major general meant, but the art of interpersonal relationships is the art of seeing through things without saying anything.

Or rather, the art of finding good questions.

"It's perfectly reasonable, something even you, Duke, would consider perfectly reasonable..."

The wine glasses were placed on the table, and the cold light shone on the brows of the two men, casting shadows over their eyes and symbolizing the evil hidden in the darkness.

"That's about deploying troops during the suppression; for safety reasons, they should naturally be appropriately armed..."

Presenting the necessary pain points will be a tacit prerequisite for the two to agree to each other's actions. The premise for mutual exploitation is that they each hold the other's weaknesses.

Even if what they throw out and what they hold are both fictitious reins, it doesn't matter.

"Of course we need to arm them; these mobs are terrifying."

Kosichello echoed.

"It's wonderful that you understand, but some have suggested using firearms and lethal Originium Arts in the suppression..."

"Such a request is perfectly reasonable and there is absolutely no need to disclose it. I believe anyone would think the same way as me in handling such a matter, Major General Koch."

The deal between the two old foxes was done, and the major general got what he wanted.

The major general gave a military salute and prepared to get up and head to the temporary command post to direct the suppression.

However, in the corner behind him, Kosiché's smile became even more sinister.

The mantis lurks in front, unaware of the oriole behind; Kosiché thought he had made a deal, but in reality, he had other ideas.

However, no one knows any of this.

Meanwhile, inside the concentration camp.

Within the cages forged by barbed wire and high walls, in what was once a mine, or rather, an imperial junkyard, a group of infected people, originally despised by the entire world, somehow received aid from who-knows-where!

It has not yet been determined which organization or individual is secretly funding these infected people, or even sending weapons in!

This is practically a mockery of the Ursus infected person policy.

It's as ridiculous as a prisoner buying a bunch of guns from outside and preparing to escape.

It makes you wonder, are these guards just sitting around doing nothing?

A bewildered crowd was crammed at the entrance of the concentration camp, while a shield wall of military police stood in the open ground outside.

There was no screaming or hatred as one might expect. The military and police were capable of controlling the situation on their own, especially since they were dealing with mostly bewildered "rioters."

A small number of fanatics and most of the bewildered followers stood at the gate, without shouting or demonstrating, or even launching any attack on the mine gate; they simply stood there, seemingly waiting for something.

However, the mine's managers seemed to feel that they didn't have enough leverage, and when the military and police suffered no losses and could have controlled the situation at any time, they called in the garrison.

Even the military and police commanders were somewhat unaware of what had happened.

Why did they call the military here?

Because of the lack of communication, the thousands of military and police personnel were separated from the infected mine by a gate, looking at each other in silence. Even the originally tense atmosphere was gone, leaving only an eerie silence in the air.

The military personnel were still entering, which made the scene quite crowded.

The behavior of infected people gathering together and blocking the door was not due to resistance, but because of the instigation of a group of charlatans and the verification of a series of prophecies.

Originally, infected people had no rights.

But recently things seem to be different. It seems that a nobleman has come to the mine. Although he has become infected, his family does not seem to want to give up on this distinguished member so they have arranged some special treatment for him.

For example, the church members who come here every week, most of the nobles are believers of the Imperial Church, so it doesn't seem like such an excessive thing to give this devout noble member the opportunity to pray to his God every week.

After all, he was a nobleman. Even though this nobleman existed in the form of rumors, no one knew who this nobleman was or who these charlatans had come here to receive and pray to.

However, this made things easier for the infected believers in the surrounding area. The God of Ursus treated everyone equally, and naturally, the priests of the Church also received all believers for prayers, whether they were infected or not.

For some reason, there was no pressure from above, and they just let this behavior go unchecked.

One day, a message circulated among church members in the mine.

The gods will ultimately punish unjust bullying.

Although at first not many people believed such a superstitious statement.

Until one day, all the messages began to come true.

First, the guards became lax, and someone was able to establish contact with the outside world.

This was absolutely impossible before.

After that, someone somehow managed to get some food from outside.

However, the guards seemed to let everything happen unchecked.

Later, as more and more things were exchanged for and brought in, their audacity grew.

All of this makes people more willing to believe the words of those charlatans.

This was already part of the prophecy.

To this day, the prophecy of the charlatan that "the gods will eventually punish unjust bullying" is being fulfilled.

The guards' lax management and the prestige the Vatican had established here caused all the infected to stop mining and instead crowd, bewildered and expectant, blocking the entrance.

What happened next led to the scene we see today.

It's both comical and absurd.

Such a scene would never happen outside, but it happened here. The military and police were guarding the mine gate, but they did not go in to wipe them out. The infected seemed to be rebelling, but they were all crowded at the gate, as if waiting for something. The military entered and squeezed together with the military and police. For a moment, all three sides were silent, except for the sound of combat boots crunching on the snow and the howling of the cold wind.

There was no shouting, no cursing, and many people were even holding their breath, waiting for something, waiting for this something to appear.

However, the original site of the mine was a dark snowfield unlit by the enormous spotlights.

The golden soles of the boots gently touched the snow; sodium chloride had arrived.

The actors are in place, and the stage is filled with spotlights.

Now, it's time to begin.

P.S.: I'm curious, what are the four elements of a bank card verification? Why does it say my phone verification doesn't match my bank card? What the heck is this?

Section 19, Chapter Nineteen: [The Playbook of the Base]

So, what is the order now?

The guards, who sprang into action on orders, formed a shield wall with their shields, but the next order was to remain in place and wait.

There was no suppression of the infected people right in front of them, and these infected people did not throw things at the place like in previous riots. They were also confused.

The military's heavy vehicles were gradually being deployed, their onboard spotlights sweeping across the formation and illuminating the guards' helmets. The military had been ordered to arrive as quickly as possible to quell the riot.

However, the intensity of the scene was inconsistent with the emergency situation.

If the military and police are perfectly capable of handling this, then what is the point of the military being here?

However, soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders, so naturally, once the order was given, the garrison corps immediately set off and arrived here.

The only ones in the crowd who seemed excited were a few charlatans among the infected.

The original priest had left, leaving only the staff who had accompanied the team.

However, since they are church members, the work teams are naturally composed of believers, and this time was no exception.