Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Once the man got carried away, he couldn't care about anything else and only ordered the crew to land in the surrounding area. However, there was nowhere to land in this place. Where could they land?

"Did you hear me! Land now! Hurry!!!"

However, the somewhat awkward atmosphere brought the man back to his senses.

That's... there's something strange smell in the air.

Bloody smell.

Why would this happen...?

That was the captain, writhing restlessly and abnormally, his eyes bloodshot and tinged with a purple hue...

The co-pilot, finally unable to control the corrosive effects of the remaining Honkai energy in the air, roared and bit off the neck of the crew member next to him!

"What's going on... No... No, no, no!"

The man screamed and collapsed in the cabin, trembling as he pulled out a finely crafted pistol from his person and pointed it at the seemingly insane captain who was struggling to break free from his seatbelt.

"No! Don't move! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!!"

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As chaos engulfed the entire camp, fear spread rapidly among the crowd.

However, the area was surrounded by barbed wire, blocking any path to freedom, leaving the chaotic crowd to vent their madness within the camp.

However, this could not stop people in the crowd from falling one after another.

The next moment, a sudden gust of wind swept in, uprooting the tents that had been used as makeshift shelter from the wind and snow in the camp!

What's happening outside?!

The soldiers around the camp were all drawn to the hurricane.

After the dark tent was blown away, everything became clear and bright.

It was like a battle of gods from mythology...

The terrain was completely altered, and Originium Arts scattered uncontrollably.

When the army, whose entire bodies seemed to be wrapped in black raincoats and who could wield Originium Arts at will, appeared before Yelena, she understood why she and the other infected had been driven here.

Every time those warlock-like guys unleash Originium Arts, someone on this side falls down!

What are they taking these infected people for?!

However, before Little Yelena's anger could even ignite, a huge purple circle lit up behind the army formation.

In an instant, destruction came.

Those who squandered their Originium Arts by using infected as disposable batteries were thus dealt a devastating blow in a simple and decisive manner.

It always seems to be like this: when she hates the overseer in the mine, the entire mine is wiped out as if it were the victim.

The curse, however, saved him.

When she hated those sorcerers, she wiped them out in an instant.

They didn't even give her time to ignite her hatred.

Is this a curse or a stroke of luck?

However, when she looked up at the sky, Yelena's eyes were fixed on the purple glowing object in mid-air.

It was something she knew all too well, yet it was also something she felt utterly unfamiliar with.

That... seemed to exist eternally in her nightmares, an existence that relentlessly haunted her no matter what...

Snow Fairy...

Why are you here too...?

P.S.: The watchdog cops are all in cahoots with the gangsters. I went to fight the gangsters, but during the gunfight, someone outside called the police, and then the police came out and only targeted me.

Gangsters and police ganged up on me, this lawless vigilante?!

Ubisoft, you truly live up to your reputation!

Section 38, Chapter Thirty-Eight: [The Past of This Land]

In the air, a burning plane was crashing towards the ground, causing countless deaths and injuries, and even altering the terrain.

The snow removal plan was a complete failure.

But this is normal, after all, the wheels of history will always crush countless insects as they move forward.

"The farce is finally over. The military is really getting worse every year."

Jaga had lost interest in the outcome of the battle and turned to leave.

She already had a grasp of the true combat power of the so-called "Snow Demon," so things became much simpler afterward.

All of this battle was merely an assessment in the eyes of the gods, who looked down upon the earth, radiating an aura of deathly rationality.

No matter what happens, no matter what the outcome, we view death with utter indifference.

"Are you in such a hurry to find the Snow Demon?"

With his arms crossed, Kosiché stood in the wind and snow, watching everything that was happening below the cliff.

"It's not her turn yet. In my eyes, she's only slightly better than those old guys from before."

This world needs to speak through pure power.

The law of the jungle prevails; the strong survive, while the losers lose everything.

The physical annihilation of an army seems incredibly difficult, even impossible, to humans, such insignificant beings. However, from a perspective beyond humanity, this is not even a problem.

Not to mention the mysterious beings in the deep sea, even the restricted area north of Ursus is a dangerous zone that is difficult for humans to approach, but mysterious beings live there.

Whether it is the mystery that stands on the side of humanity, or the mystery that continues to maintain its ancient traditions and remain dormant in uninhabited places, neither is something that something as insignificant as humankind can imagine.

In the eyes of the gods, the casual annihilation of an army is nothing extraordinary.

Even an old silver coin like Kosiché, who prefers to stay behind the scenes, can do it.

A single ruler can disrupt the entire land.

Not to mention the gods.

However, the true identity of this snow demon is somewhat mysterious. Could it be an ancient being that has awakened and is still grumpy when it wakes up?

Jaga plans to find a suitable time to meet this snow demon.

Of course, Kosiché only watched Yaga leave with a subtle smile.

Jaga, of course, had no idea that all of this was actually Kosiché's doing.

Even the snow demon was a subtle ally of his.

Of course, we are still allies, at least for the time being.

However, one thing is certain: the army group's actions are irreversible, and the Empire will inevitably hold them accountable.

In this way, the weakening of military power was justified, and the generals and old nobles had another reason to seize power.

Very good, that's excellent, it perfectly meets his expectations.

And then...

"The empire is about to change."

Kosiché gazed at the fiery red sky and said this.

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The Empire is indeed on the verge of a major upheaval, but this is not what Kal'tsit cares about.

When she arrived at this plain, everything was different.

Most of the original ice field has been evaporated, white mist fills the sky, and what remains is all black scorched earth.

Molten crystals and massive Originium crystals are exposed to the air, appearing bizarre and grotesque.

This land is like hell.

No, this is hell.

The charred corpses on the ground, the torn corpses, the corpses that reeked of burning.

All of this resembled a scene from hell.

However, Kal'tsit didn't pay much attention to these things.

Or rather, they no longer have the energy to care about or even pity these poor creatures on earth.

If compassion is excessive, it is merely lip service.

Climbing up the hillside, Kal'tsit soon saw the massive wreckage of the machine lying in the deep pit.

The scorched earth was still hot, but Kal'tsit, disregarding whether her shoes could withstand the high temperature in the soil and the scattered metal fragments, resolutely climbed up.

Because in her eyes, there was something more important than herself that existed here, and she needed to find it.

Fortunately, the entire machine was torn to pieces by the Snow Fairy's attack, with its arms and legs cleanly cut off, leaving only the massive remains of its body lying there, which allowed Kal'tsit to climb onto it.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps Kal'tsit knew some secret, but despite having no involvement in the operation, she knew the location of the central control area of ​​this enormous humanoid weapon.

The deputy director's fate is currently unknown, but Kal'tsit's attention is not on that.

To reiterate, the suffering of this land is beyond what one person's pity can encompass.

The so-called train problem is ultimately about finding the optimal solution.

When the woman's hand touched the back of the machine's neck, although it had been cooled down by the cold of Ursus for a while, it was still steaming with a lot of heat, but the woman did not give up because of this.

The entire armor was almost melted off, and the outer skin beneath the layers of armor, which resembled biological tissue, had long since rotted away. The bullet outlet, which had been heavily protected, had already melted and deformed, and the mechanical structure was no longer what it used to be.

The metal surface was like a branding iron, but even with the excruciating pain in his fingers, it was too presumptuous to try to pry open the metal armor with his hands.

"mon3tr! Tear it open."

The woman growled a name, and instantly, a dark mass appeared behind her.

The monster roared, its sharp forelimbs piercing the metal surface, tearing at the already melted metal structure like a real wild beast, brutally ripping a large gash in the surface.

With the central device no longer obstructed, it successfully activated the emergency ejection procedure that had remained in the program.

This was something that originally existed, but it was completely overlooked when it passed through the hands of the deputy director. The original biological weapon was designed to be reused multiple times, but the experiment failed and it was handed over to the deputy director.

The deputy director only considered it a disposable product, so naturally he no longer needed the ejection mechanism. However, since the structure was already in place, he simply added a few layers of armor to increase its defensive capabilities.

The central nervous system, deep within the spinal cord, was suddenly ejected by something like an insertion plug, along with a large amount of gushing high-temperature steam!

The scalding heat instantly turned into white mist upon encountering the low temperature outside. However, the woman paid no attention to the intense heat that could easily burn her skin. She gripped the bolt of the insertion plug with both hands and pressed it down with all her might.

As the valve was released downwards, the metal door closed, and high temperatures poured out from the gaps in the door.

Now that the door was open, the rest was easy. Mon3tr roared and tore the door open, which was deformed and could not be fully opened, allowing the woman to bend down and squeeze into the narrow space.

Most of the original buffer solution had evaporated, and the rest leaked into the fuselage due to the compression and deformation of the chamber. There was no buffer solution left when it ejected.

The room was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, but she could still make out the thin figure that was bound to the cockpit without moving.

"I hope my expenses won't be wasted so easily..."

Kal'tsit reached out and placed her hand on the side of the figure's neck, only feeling relieved after confirming that there was still a pulse.

"You are lucky...and unlucky, of course."

As she spoke, the monster behind the woman used its forelimbs to cut the restraints.

Kal'tsit herself wasn't a strength-type researcher, but when she dragged the figure out first, she felt that the thing she was dragging was lighter than her.

He was emaciated, as if he were dragging a black cat out.

When the sun rises again above the horizon...

Kelsey finally got a good look at what was being dragged out.

Bathed in the light of the rising sun, the pale face revealed an inorganic beauty, like the face of a doll.