Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"...Sorry, do we know each other before? I can't remember..."

"It's not just me."

Milan's voice was decisive and crisp, with only a slight frown and scrutinizing expression revealing her doubt: "Friston, Lu, Ed... Preserver, Deep Blue Tree, Heaven's Pivot."

"Don't you remember any of these names?" (Part 24)

"..."

She just shook her head, her expression growing increasingly confused, as if these few words had stirred some ripples in her hazy memories, yet it was as if she were looking through too thick frosted glass, unable to discern or grasp them—as her consciousness cleared after waking up, although she still couldn't find any trace of the memories, both Amiya and the man who called himself Ace brought her a vague sense of familiarity and security.

She doesn't deny that her willingness to follow them obediently was partly due to this sense of familiarity.

But neither Milan nor his face gave her the same feeling right now—the long list of things he recited like a menu still evoked a familiar feeling in her.

This familiar feeling was even clearer than that of Amiya and the others, so much so that she had no intention of doubting it from the bottom of her heart—even though she stared at Milan with wide eyes, she could only helplessly keep shaking her head.

Until Milan said, "And, Precys..."

"Who is Priscilla!?"

For some reason, the name Milan uttered suddenly brought her an unprecedented shock, and for a moment it even made her feel as if she were hallucinating from her hazy memories—she seemed to see dreamlike scenes flashing in her memory, as if someone had once gazed at her with such concern, placing her in a sarcophagus...

Just like when she opened her eyes and saw Amiya reaching out her hand with concern from inside the sarcophagus!

But Milan blinked, then suddenly stopped, and after a long while, she showed a look of bewilderment.

"After going around in circles, we've left with the most indescribable one... how should I put it? Well, as expected of you."

"?"

She subconsciously tilted her head, and Milan shrugged, saying, "In short, the situation is rather complicated and cannot be explained in a few words. It's not too late to talk about it once we're completely safe... Besides, the situation in Precys itself is also difficult to predict, so it's best to respect reality for now."

"……"(nod)

"And speaking of which... Amiya, Ace, things have changed."

Milan turned his head and looked at the leader of Rhodes Island. His expression turned serious. He stretched out his hands, and a pixelated torch appeared out of thin air on his armored palms, its warm light immediately illuminating the surroundings.

"Someone in the Reunion Movement has this thing... To put it simply, I had contact with a part of the Reunion Movement in the snowfield before. This is my creation, and it's also the goods I used to trade with them."

Amid Amiya and Ace's surprised expressions, Milan continued, "The Reunion Movement isn't a monolithic entity. Considering its composition, I can't say that only a portion of the members are truly idealistic and upright. But the people I've dealt with are generally considered idealistic and upright... It's just that we're on different paths, but that's not important."

"The important thing is that the fighting ability of that group is above average. People with this thing appearing around us give me reason to suspect that they have also been mobilized to participate in this attack; if so, our current fighting ability cannot guarantee our safety."

"what?"

Amiya gasped in surprise. After all, she was still young, and no matter how hard she studied, she couldn't close the gap.

Ace, with a serious expression, confirmed, "Is it true, Mr. Milan? Even you think so?"

"A leader of the Sarkaz court, a legendary hero."

Milan, showing no trace of riddle-solving skills, simply replied, "What do you think?"

Ace: "...So what are your thoughts?"

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Milan said, "What's your evacuation plan? If you think your plan is reliable, you'd better hurry up and notify the liaison personnel to expand the reconnaissance area... Don't look at me like that, I'll only look down on you if Rhodes Island doesn't make extra preparations."

"But if you're not so confident, I suggest you go down to the underground level now and take a covert route from there."

"Huh? Here?"

Amiya exclaimed in surprise, "But neither the map nor the structural diagram shows any underground passage here, and even the surrounding area..."

"You just make the decision, I'll figure out the solution."

Milan interrupted her: "Come on, Amiya, let's get to a conclusion."

"...What does the Doctor think?"

Amiya blinked and subconsciously looked at the silent Doctor; Milan also looked over, and the Doctor nodded and said, "I have no objection."

"+Yue+YiYi0doubtfulfive9ba is very good."

Milan stretched his shoulders, and his upper body armor, including his arm guards, gauntlets, and helmet, suddenly vanished into thin air. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he extended his hand to the Doctor.

"Although it may be a bit rushed, let's treat it as a formal re-acquaintance."

"Nice to meet you, Milan, who can also be considered a [Doctor]."

"..."

The doctor looked into his eyes, extended his hand, and shook hands with him.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember... but, like them, just call me Doctor."

Milan raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't because of the doctor's attitude and words.

It was because, in the instant his hands were simply clasped together, a familiar MC message suddenly popped up in front of him.

—Contact with [Originium Permission A] detected; progress of [Intrinsic Substance Identification - Originium] analysis up; [Formula Analysis - Originium] process loading; [Originium] substance compatibility information port established.

—Loaded, [Originium Crafting Data Pack Ver. 0.0.1]

Integration Movement, Provisional Command Center for the Thirteen Blocks Strategy

Despite being called a temporary command post, it was really just a well-located neighborhood park with major transportation routes in all directions. At this moment, a bonfire was burning in the neighborhood park, and Originium lamps were lit around the fire, illuminating the street map of the area posted on the notice board, which was marked with various symbols and the progress in each direction.

There was no efficient real-time command system or communications unit, nor a sophisticated simulated chessboard; all there was was a constant influx of chaotic messages—

"The offensive in the East Third District has been temporarily suspended. We've found some upscale restaurants, and the guys say they need a rest too."

"Resistance encountered on South 7th Street, they're tough! It's military and police! *Ursus profanity*, requesting backup!"

"On the west side... those guys on the west side are fighting again! All over a case of liquor!"

Yes, that's roughly the message: where the rioters created chaos, where they burned, killed, and looted, where they encountered resistance, and where they collapsed due to infighting caused by greed.

It was filled with chaos and meaningless internal strife, and looked like a makeshift operation.

But as is well known, the Reunion Movement itself was a very haphazard operation.

In this atmosphere, the Yeti Squad seemed out of place among the rabble: their mere presence was like a chilling aura, their silence resembling a solitary pack of wolves on the snowfield—the sons of guerrillas, raised with the strict discipline of patriots, were disgusted by these aimless acts of violence, and Frostnova disliked them as well.

War is cruel, but it should not be tyrannical, and it should never be directed at civilians.

Meanwhile, the Kingslayer was getting restless amidst a jumble of information—as Talulah's "second-in-command" assigned to Frostnova, or rather, Frostnova should actually be considered her "henchman": although the purpose was to provide the Yeti's guerrillas with a guide to familiarize themselves with the environment, the Kingslayer had very complicated views on the Yeti squad.

Talking about bottom lines amidst the flames of revenge is a luxurious affectation—that's what she always believed.

Aside from legitimate attacks, the Yeti Squad doesn't participate in the riots themselves, and she has no way to command this self-organized team; moreover...

—For the future of those infected, the necessary sacrifices and chaos... are worthwhile, right?

As he watched the growing stream of chaotic news from his fellow infected compatriots, he could almost picture real-life scenarios from these reports of riots—and the more this happened, the more he contrasted it with the silent Yeti squad, the more agitated the Kingkiller became.

To convince herself, she rubbed her temples, suppressing her discomfort, and maintained a silent balance with the silent Yetis until several intelligence messages rang directly in her communicator.

"Unidentified enemy detected at Azazel's Clinic! Extremely strong defenses, they've attacked... No, no, no! Don't come any closer! I didn't..."

"It's a giant! It's a giant!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The report was vague and filled with horrified, fragmented descriptions: some enormous, invulnerable monster appeared on the scene, sweeping through the crowd with unstoppable force, followed by a fierce battle around the clinic.

The situation doesn't seem very optimistic.

As for the other side...

"We encountered organized resistance! It wasn't the Ursus military or police!"

"The enemy is well-equipped and tactically skilled; our attacking force has been routed... I repeat! We have been routed!"

The King Killer: "Huh?"

She quickly looked at the map, only to find that it wasn't some important area that had been marked beforehand. Instead, it was a location that others might not know, but which she was surprisingly familiar with. Her gaze moved across the map almost subconsciously, and she skillfully found the familiar place name nearby.

It made her feel nauseous instinctively.

I also subconsciously felt a sense of doubt.

"Why, why here..."

—Hasn't this been a waste of so many years?

As luck would have it, the Kingkiller, who had some connection with the energy research institute that was now almost forgotten on the official Chernobog map, seemed to sense that something was amiss.

But the communication was not over yet.

"Witnesses...survivors saw heavily armored units! Enemies wearing heavy armor!"

"Unlike the military and police in Ursus! They're completely, completely untouchable..."

— Well-equipped, heavily armored units with formidable defensive capabilities.

This keyword immediately caught the attention of the Yeti Squad, a group of armor enthusiasts.

The Kingslayer clicked his tongue, preparing to lead a trusted aide to personally investigate the facility that could not be ignored, and was about to leave after saying goodbye to Frostnova—when he was met with Frostnova's icy gaze.

"Leave this matter to us."

Chapter 102 Rhodes Island, Boarding the Ship (Free)

Whether the Kingslayer, Frostnova, and the Yeti Squad can work together to conquer the region under Talulah's command is another matter.

Whether the regicide himself had any hidden missions is another matter.

Although it seemed quite surprising that the Yeti team volunteered, Kingslayer did not refuse Frostnova's request, considering the possibility that "the other side is a tough nut to crack"—and even went further, she personally participated in the operation as the Yeti's guide.

However, intelligence is inevitably delayed, and the chaotic environment of Chernobog inevitably slowed them down; by the time they arrived, only a scene of devastation remained around the research institute.

The anticipated fierce conflict did not occur.

The ground was littered with the corpses of the Reunion thugs and traces of battle, with wounded still groaning in the blood. The air still held the remnants of Originium Arts and the lingering heat from the burning areas.

"Looks like we're late."

The regicide spoke with a relaxed tone that she herself was unaware of. She kicked aside the clutter at her feet and looked at the scene with annoyance.

None of the Yetis answered; they silently dispersed, as if some invisible connection was rekindling within them, causing the temperature around the entire research institute to drop noticeably.

"Hey, Yeti Squad! What are you still looking for?"

Seeing the Yetis cautiously advancing in what appeared to be a search formation, the Kingslayer was clearly taken aback; but no one answered her question, nor did anyone need to—for it didn't take long before someone called out to Frostnova.

"Big sister! There are others! You'd better come and see this!"

The King Killer: "Huh?"

She rubbed her arms and followed. The location where the Yetis gathered was not deep within the research institute. If her childhood memories were correct, there shouldn't be anything worth paying attention to there. But when she arrived at the place where the Yetis gathered, she was greeted neither by any eerie and tragic traces nor by any strange and sophisticated equipment.

But a pothole.

A perfectly square pit, with sharp right angles at the edges, as if cut by a precision machine, yet leaving one wondering what kind of machine left it.

The pit appeared abruptly on the metal and concrete ground, extending downwards a short distance before turning like a step, sloping downwards into a place of only darkness.

I don't know where it leads.

What surprised her even more was that the Yetis seemed to recognize the marks. Not only that, just seeing the marks made even the usually silent and aloof Yetis unable to contain their emotions and let out a rustling sound.

"Elder sister, this..."

A hooded Yeti member approached Frostnova, lowered his voice, and spoke in a complicated tone.

Frostnova nodded, and before she could finish speaking, she whispered, "It can't be wrong."

"We met him again."

Leaving aside the questions about the Kingslayer, the Yeti's indifference, and the futile efforts of those who always try to trace the origins of the Kingslayer—in short, under Milan's MC burrowing technique of "digging and moving and backfilling as needed," the highly stable filling material is displaced and then reassembled like water, creating an almost fantastical evacuation experience for the Rhodes Island rescue team.

Walls, metal pipes, even security doors—nothing was qualified to stop Milan's progress, just as everything was subjugated by the light tap of his pickaxe, obeying his will, completely clearing away all obstacles and barriers in the underground area, making it an unobstructed road for them.

By the time Reunion received the message, they had already returned to the underground area familiar to the Canned Food Squad, and then used the well-known roads to return to their underground base in Milan.

There were no conflicts, no accidents, and no unexpected complications—in the gray world of the Thirteen Blocks, the white armor of the Canned Food Squad was the best proof of their identity; even though the Integration Movement was making a huge fuss on the surface, causing workers, businessmen, executives, and even officials to go into hiding for a while, in the end, they all chose to go underground...

First: At least for the time being, regardless of those who like to curry favor with the powerful, in the underground areas controlled by gangs, most people still have to abide by the gang rules.

Secondly, it's not that no one wants to question the authority of canned goods at this critical juncture... Milan's attitude towards this is also quite straightforward.

The Rhodes Island operators, who were prepared for a "long and intense conflict," never expected that in this mission, which was planned to involve potentially dangerous elements like Xiang Yue, Yi Liu Yi Qi Er Ba Si Si (吧), the most dangerous thing in the end would be their own worldview.