Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

And it's always good to add some sense of ritual to your life.

Thinking this, the girl gently waved her palm.

The thrill of unleashing one's full power without having to hide it or suppress one's abilities is indeed there.

It's just a little bit.

Then, let it be destroyed.

A purple light suddenly rose into the air, and a concerto called Destruction began in the snowy night.

In an instant, countless narrative gates unfolded around him, and countless weapons appeared in mid-air. Each one shone with dazzling light, and the brilliant energy fluctuations proved the preciousness of each weapon. You could even see the exquisite patterns or designs on the weapons.

Each one of them is a treasure in this world. Some have a touch of science fiction, while others have an ancient feel. However, they all have a common identity.

That was the owner's disposable item.

Among them were many white, spiral-shaped spears, which were the true weapons of sodium chloride, the spears of the sub-space.

If pufferfish could see sodium chloride in its current state, they'd probably be drooling with envy, since it's a super-duper enhanced version.

"What...is that?"

In the unnamed central control room, several people in white coats gasped as they watched the incoming footage.

What kind of power is this?!

However, this is only the beginning.

Because in the next instant, all the weapons in mid-air flew towards their targets like arrows released from a bow!

In an instant, the light from the weapon as it pierced into the carriage, along with the swirling storm, distorted the surrounding light, and the shockwave swept across everything around it.

The heavy land vehicles were instantly twisted into a pile of smoking scrap metal, or tumbled and fell into the valley.

An entire fleet of vehicles is as fragile and powerless as a toy in the hands of sodium chloride.

As for the pilots, they were mostly killed by the shockwave from the initial explosion under the bombardment, which resembled a saturation attack.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan. The prey has taken the bait. Let's begin the second part of the operation."

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This seems to be in the suburbs?

Looking at the snow scene outside the car, Yelena saw the blurry outline of the mobile city in the distance in the night.

Yelena is currently crammed together with a group of people, placed in the back of a large transport vehicle, but the convoy remains stationary and shows no sign of moving forward.

This is clearly not a mine anywhere, especially since the people originally responsible for transporting the infected to the mine were either the black bugs from the disciplinary squad or the military police from Ursus.

But now, everything in front of him looked so unfamiliar. The guards standing outside the door were soldiers dressed in a gray-black outfit similar to a raincoat, which looked more like a cardboard shell than clothing.

She also had a special yellow tag on her arm, but Yelena couldn't read, so she had no idea what it said.

But these people all exude an unusual meaning.

The unfamiliar place, the unfamiliar people, and the crowded and noisy surroundings made me feel uneasy and afraid.

Such unpredictable events, where one's own thoughts don't guide them, are always unsettling. Moreover, the environment here is far from ideal, and the fear and unease emanating from those around them can spread like a virus, plunging everyone on the bus into a state of collective panic.

However, due to the weapons in the guards' hands, the people inside the car could only whisper among themselves and none of them dared to escape.

But now the guards seem to be just watching them and the cars, with no intention of taking them away.

what on earth is it?

Just as Yelena was still trying to figure out the situation and their exact location, someone inside the car suddenly let out a wail!

"Aaaaaah!! My arm, my arm!!!"

what happened?

Yelena looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes sitting in front of the narrow cargo box.

He appeared to be an infected person. He was clutching his left arm, looking extremely pained. Large beads of sweat were dripping onto the vehicle floor, and his arm was covered with Originium crystals.

However, that's not the main point. The main point is the Originium crystals on his arm. The originally grayish-black crystals have suddenly been covered with strange patterns!

It looked as if someone had written countless dense, tiny characters on it, gradually spreading across the crystal, accompanied by eerie specks of light!

What on earth is this?!

"The curse...it's the curse of the Ursus mage!!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and it did sound like a spell was being cast. Originium crystals would sense the use of Originium Arts and react accordingly, but no one here was using Originium Arts.

So, who is using Originium Arts, and why is there such a strange reaction on their arm?!

However, what Yelena didn't know was that the use of Originium Arts actually required Originium products as a medium, which is why most mages had an Originium staff.

However, in reality, as long as it is an Originium product, even a high-energy Originium bomb can be used as a medium, as long as one is not afraid of explosion.

However, no one has ever said that anything containing Originium can actually be used as a medium, or even...

This includes the infected person themselves.

However, such techniques are too vicious and ancient, and no one except those who specialize in their study would use them anymore.

However, it seems that the Ursus mage has also studied related content here.

Although its utilization rate is not high and it cannot fully restore that ancient and powerful spell, the effect has already been achieved.

Because not far away, Ursus mages dressed in special military uniforms had already slid mysterious symbols in mid-air.

Originium Arts is a very subjective thing. A thought, a idea, an action, a recitation, or even a piece of text written on paper can become the key to activating Originium Arts.

Now, even a mage who has merely knocked on the door to this ancient art is enough to unleash just one percent of the power of this ritual, and even that one percent is enough to be awe-inspiring.

Because everything comes at a price, and the inefficient use of human lives as a price can yield considerable benefits.

On the altar set up on the platform atop the engineering vehicle, a massive spell was already being brewed.

Meanwhile, the officer in charge of the magic unit was already imagining the scene when they would finally defeat the snow demon...

Really looking forward to it.

"Target: Snow Demon, commence bombardment!!"

P.S.: This is the first update after being recommended. There will be another update this afternoon. I'm thinking about whether to do a big update this week.

Section 32, Chapter 32: [How can a dragon charging in lose?]

Ursus.

For those who live on Terra, the first word that comes to mind upon hearing this name is "army."

The foundation of the Ursus Empire was a group of capable and ruthless full-time soldiers under its leader.

Back in the day, when eagles soaring in the sky ruled this land of winter, Ursus's first emperor led a band of mercenaries in a protracted guerrilla war in Ursus.

Finally, they fought their way from the outermost neighborhoods all the way to the president's office at the Winter Palace.

From then on, military supremacy became synonymous with Ursus.

Ursus' history is a history of expansion. The cold northern wasteland is barren, and the only way to survive is to plunder and invade the south.

When limited resources are needed to support a larger population, the only solution is expansion. If a 10x10 territory can only yield 10% of the resources, the best solution is to seize another 10x10 territory from the neighbor.

If there's no quality, then make up for it with quantity.

Therefore, in Ursus, the army is a pass that allows unimpeded passage. The blood of Ursus people flows with the gene of non-violence, and the final solution to all problems is to resort to violence.

Unlike the Victorians' balancing act across the river, and unlike the Colombians' penchant for proxy wars, the Ursusians always preferred to take the lead.

The same arrogance, but different ways of dealing with it.

From ancient earls personally taking to the battlefield with their sabers to modern times, when dissatisfied with an agent's behavior, they tell the agent to get lost and take matters into their own hands.

Ursus is a country that prefers simplicity and directness to convoluted schemes.

This was true in the past, and it is true this time as well.

You snow demons like to ambush my transport convoys, right? Well then, I'll deploy my main force around the convoys in disguise and prepare for a real battle.

However, it must be said that while Ursus may not excel in other areas, he is very efficient in action. In a short period of time, he mobilized several units from his army, quickly assembled them, and disguised them, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

"Very good, continue the barrage!"

In the central command post, Grand General Ivanov Kim Yuspov sat calmly in the center of the command post, looking at the images coming from the front and the layout on the sand table.

The sand table was very small, really small compared to the various battles he had experienced before. It was just an ambush in a small area, not even a battle [it seems that the name of some important person has become a censored word, anyway I have never heard of it], at most it could be considered an operation.

Moreover, the other party was only one person.

That's how it seems, at least for now.

There is nothing that force cannot solve; if it cannot solve something, it means that our current military strength is insufficient.

Moreover, the Grand Duke is now full of confidence; he is confident that he can solve the Snow Demon problem once and for all.

After all, the Ursus army was well-disciplined, with white and gray-black uniforms arranged in formation on the ground. From a distance, they looked as dense and orderly as termites emerging from their nest, with the Ursus double-headed eagle banner held high above the formation.

They once crushed the enemy's formation; now they can crush the conspiracy behind it.

The effects of Originium Arts, after being subjected to layers of pressure, were earth-shattering. The artillery positions next door were also loading siege cannons into their chambers once more. Each shot was deafening, even loosening the snow on the ground.

Everything seemed so unstoppable, and the earth itself trembled in awe.

The advantage is in my hands. Can't Grand Duke Ivanov-Kin Yuspov, as the commander, understand this situation?

How could he possibly lose? He had all the advantages—timing, location, and popular support—firmly in his grasp.

Timing, the timing of the battle, and the deployment of resources are all in Ursus's hands.

The terrain is advantageous. This is Ursus's homeland, and the harsh winter of the frozen land itself is a weapon against attack. It not only made the invaders taste the horror of the winter, but the timing and location of the battle were also carefully selected after repeated deliberation.

Human resources, the advantage of numbers.

The mage was right in front of them, surrounded and attacked from all sides, how could they possibly lose?

Even if it's A, A still wins.

The snow demons in the sky also cooperated with the commander's idea, began to avoid the artillery fire, and started to move northward, which seemed to be the direction with the fewest troops.

Are you planning to run away?

In the observation device, the inner guards compiled all the intelligence on the entire battle so far and transmitted the Snow Demon's latest movements to the ground fire support teams.

"The front group begins to advance and tighten the encirclement; the rear group begins to extend their firepower!"

The intelligence officer relayed the information down through the ranks, eventually reaching the frontline fire support position. At the captain's command, the engineers in the front group began to load the massive siege cannons onto the land vehicles, preparing to move in the designated direction.

Attack, advance, and finally achieve victory—war is that simple and cruel.

Seeing that the snow demon had begun its breakout and that their attack had been effective, the soldiers were encouraged and worked even harder.

Meanwhile, in the makeshift concentration camp management area, Yelena watched in horror as the infected people around her fell one by one. Fear was spreading, as if some invisible demon was killing people!

Those who fell were all wailing in pain. After a struggle, they began to convulse amidst inhuman screams, blood seeping from their pores, their eyes, noses, and mouths all gushing blood.

Meanwhile, the Originium crystals were spreading rapidly, and even in the surrounding area, the sounds of Originium explosions and screams could be heard from people who enjoyed screaming.

Those around who didn't appear to have these symptoms either stood frozen in place or tried to run out, frantically pounding on the door and shouting for the guards outside to let them go.

The already cramped room became unusually chaotic and noisy, with an atmosphere of fear permeating the air, making it impossible for anyone to calm down. However, no matter how much the people pounded on the room, even if the seemingly well-dressed, non-infected people said they were not infected, it was to no avail. No one paid any attention; everyone seemed to have gone mad.

Only little Yelena, curled up in the corner with her legs drawn up, was left to witness this apocalyptic scene.

"elder sister····"

Perhaps out of fear, a faint, unnoticed chill appeared around Yelena, slowly swirling. It was a suppressed power. The girl could still control this power, but with the panic in her heart, her control was gradually decreasing.

Perhaps soon, he will either be killed by these strange symptoms or by the cold wave created by the girl.

However, no one present noticed the girl huddled in the corner...

P.S.: The formatting is messed up again, is this considered a bug? Hedgehog Cat, fix your potato server, why do you have to learn from Ubisoft of all things? [winking emoji]

I bought Watch Dogs 1 from the Chinese region, so why doesn't it have Chinese language support?