I am on the Ark, a succubus, pure and innocent.

A few minutes later.

Vishdel kicked away the burning wooden crate in front of him, crouched down, patted the heavily armored Sarkaz warriors below, and shouted, "Stop hiding, they're all dead! Come with me to the next location, the target is the core tower!"

"Oh oh."

The clumsy Sarkaz warriors gathered earth and stone, tiptoeing away from the pit.

Watching her skillfully cast spells, Vishdel's eyes lit up. "Heh heh, our Sarkaz revival plan needs someone like you!" he thought, jumping up and patting her on the shoulder as he asked.

Which squad?

“Mudrock Squad,” the burly Sarkaz warrior replied, hammer in hand.

"Well, what's your position?" Vishdel continued to ask. If you were just a squad member, she wouldn't hesitate to poach you.

She scratched her armor and said in a gruff voice, "I am Mudrock, I am the captain."

“Good, good, good.” Vishdel clapped her hands; this was just right. She simply waved her hand:

"You can join our new leader's team directly. Um... you'll get a fixed monthly salary of 3000 LMD, your weapons and equipment will be reimbursed, and we'll even provide funeral services if you die. Those who don't want to fight can also choose to join the logistics department."

"And... um, what else was there? Anyway, we'll give you a place to stay, so you don't have to worry about being kicked out anymore. How about it, want to join?"

Mudrock hadn't heard much from the beginning, but when he heard Vishdel say that they would have a place to live in the future...

Although his words were crude, Mudrock couldn't control his trembling hands. He even dropped the sledgehammer he was holding, slamming it to the ground. He said incredulously, "Really...really, we don't have to wander around anymore?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Vishdel pulled a white slip from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand. "Here, take this. Go fight with me first. If you don't die, come find me, and the new leader will arrange for you to join... Anyway, that's all I just said. Don't forget."

"Ok!"

Mudrock carefully placed the fragile note into a lining of his armor.

The promise of never being displaced again was incredibly tempting to the Sarkaz.

......

"Whoo~"

Froststar exhaled a breath of cold air, looked at the icy world before her and the countless trembling Reunion members, and said calmly, "Put down your weapons, or you will freeze to death here."

A Reunion member who knew her dropped his weapon, but not in surrender. He walked up to her and asked in a trembling voice, "Frostnova, have you really betrayed me as the telegram said?"

Betrayal... Frostnova chewed on the word, feeling a little bitter, but she could understand it.

During her time with Bai Yue, she felt an unparalleled peace. The pain in her body subsided, and her heart softened under his 'enthusiasm'.

So much so that she has now begun to reflect on everything from the past.

Is that right? It doesn't seem right.

But was it wrong? It doesn't seem so.

Ursus never gave infected people a choice, so the radicalization of infected people today was foreseeable. We should not be overly critical of infected people who have been oppressed and tormented to the point of mental breakdown.

But this is wrong; extreme emotionalism will only lead to destruction.

Now, she has found redemption because of that little rascal Bai Yue. Now, she wants to bring this hope of life to more infected people.

"This is not a betrayal. I am simply following my own path. The Reunion Movement needs to be reborn, not wiped out in a fierce but short-lived war."

Froststar's tone and expression were flat, seemingly unconvincing. But in her interactions with Bai Yue, she had learned a little trick: coercion!

"I don't expect you to understand, I just need you to do as I say, and choose between life and death."

The cold wind is biting.

Chapter 93 The Mystery of My Origins

*stop*

A single, simple word, yet it froze the entire battlefield.

The warrior's sword stopped in its sheath, the crossbowman's bowstring faltered mid-air, and the fireball the sorcerer conjured vanished silently into the air, even the air itself seemed to fall silent.

"Oh?" Bai Yue covered her mouth in surprise, not expecting that her Bewitching Eyes would have such a huge improvement.

It used to be one-on-one, but now it can be one-on-many?

Chen Huijie was also a bit stunned. She had initially seen so many enemies, and she had even drawn half of Chixiao's sword, and then...

"Is that all right?"

Her voice sounded somewhat lost, as if she had drawn her sword and looked around in bewilderment. "I've prepared my ultimate move, and it's over so easily? That's a bit of a rip-off!"

Bai Yue focused her senses for a moment, then shook her head: "There are too many people. I can't control them for long. If I don't continue to exert influence, they'll be out of this state in about three minutes. Some of the stronger ones can be even faster, like him."

Without hesitation, Bai Yue lashed out with her whip at the warlock who had recovered and was trying to continue attacking her. The sharp tail of the whip grazed his face, drawing a trail of blood.

Having narrowly escaped a fatal attack, the warlock's face was filled with the joy of surviving a close call, and then...

*Ancient Sarkaz Syllables*

Bai Yue uttered obscure words, and in the blink of an eye, blood-red sprouts grew from his wound. The roots, like small snakes, burrowed into his flesh and quickly occupied all the space under his skin.

At this moment, death is a luxury for these sorcerers.

The bright red and beautiful flowers became his new head.

Chen Huijie shuddered at his miserable state. She opened her mouth, but seemed to be mute. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out a few words: "That's too much. Give him a quick death."

Bai Yue, who was immersed in art, snapped out of her reverie and turned to look at her dragon maiden's somewhat complicated expression. She felt a strange panic, sensing that she was about to be disliked, and quickly waved her hand.

"This isn't real, it's just an illusion I created!"

"Illusion?" Chen Huijie looked at the sorcerer's 'red flower head' with suspicion. "Is this really an illusion?"

She made up her mind that if the little devil said yes, then so be it. Once this incident was over, she would slowly correct his bad habit.

Bai Yue could tell from her eyes that she didn't believe her, so she said again:

"It's true, you'll see!"

Snapped!Snapped!

He clapped his hands lightly twice.

The warlock, whose head had been transformed into flower petals, immediately reverted to his original appearance, though his eyes betrayed an undisguised fear.

"Look!" Bai Yue raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It's just an illusion. Although the experience feels very realistic, it won't actually harm anyone."

Chen Huijie felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. She happily removed the label she had attached to him as a "bad kid who needs to be educated," and then labeled him as a "good kid, but a bit naughty."

Then, looking at the warlock who was completely dumbfounded, she pinched the corner of her eye and muttered, "It would have been better to just give him a quick death."

“But he just tried to attack you!” Bai Yue retorted confidently, raising her chin proudly, “No one can hurt you in front of me!”

Chen Huijie felt a warmth in her heart, completely ignoring the sorcerer's miserable state, and smiled helplessly: "I'm here to protect you, aren't I?"

"Hey, it's all the same." Bai Yue waved her hand dismissively, then looked at the enemy units that were already getting restless, thought for two seconds, and added an order:

*Disarm all potentially dangerous or lethal weapons, then tie each other up.*

After the order was given, Bai Yue clearly felt that some of her mental energy was being drained. Although it was negligible, she still felt it.

How to describe this feeling? Hmm... It's slightly more than the hard-control Bozokasti that night, but only slightly more. One side has a large number of units, while the other side only has a single unit.

The former can only obediently follow orders, while the latter can be forcibly broken with a little force.

Comparing the two, Bai Yue could only marvel at how formidable her father-in-law was. This was the version weakened by Originium; if he were in his healthy state, he would be even more formidable, beyond measure.

........

The commentator, hidden to the side, observed silently, nodding and shaking his head.

Taking the initiative is a plus, powerful spells are a plus, high vigilance is a plus, decisive attacks are a plus, ruthless methods are a plus, being overly concerned about one's female companion is a minus, indecisiveness is a minus...

Ultimately, his assessment was: somewhat like Empress Ulrich, but not entirely; if the softer part of her personality could be removed, then she would be very similar.

He watched silently, and after Bai Yue was amused by the sight of a group of caterpillars rolling on the ground and left, he followed her.

.......

A deserted street.

Bai Yue twitched her nostrils and showed a look of disgust on her face, then pretended to accidentally touch Chen Huijie's arm twice.

Upon receiving the signal, Chen Huijie immediately placed her hand on Chixiao, combining mind, body, and skill, and easily pulled it out half an inch, keeping it ready to strike at any moment.

Bai Yue glanced at Theresa, who was floating beside her, and whispered, "Did you find anything?"

Theresa shook her head and said helplessly, "I can't be too far away from you, nor can I interfere with the real world. Although I have some power, I can only help you protect your mind."

fw little special!

Although Bai Yue didn't say anything, Theresa still saw her undisguised disgust, and her face puffed up with anger.

"Hmph, you better not be begging me one day!"

"Tch, I wouldn't beg anyone but you!" Bai Yue retorted stubbornly, silently using her powerful mental energy to bring her body to its peak condition. Then she stopped and looked at the source of the disgusting smell with disgust, saying:

"Come out, I've found you. Aren't you tired of following me for so long?"

"..."

Seeing that his disguise had been exposed, the commentator, an inner guard, stopped pretending and stepped out of the shadows: "Hiss... Huff, descendant of Ulrich, this is not stalking. I am acting on the late emperor's decree to provide you with necessary protection until the contents of the decree are fulfilled."

?

Upon seeing the Imperial Guard, Bai Yue instinctively frowned, becoming extremely wary. However, after hearing what he said, she was instantly dumbfounded and asked in confusion, "What Ulrich? The late emperor's edict? What does it have to do with me?"

Heaven have mercy, I was born without parents, how can I have the face to be associated with any descendant of a certain family or with imperial edicts and such?

The commentator was not surprised by his doubts, but said with certainty: "You may be confused, you may not understand, but the Empire will not make a mistake. Without a doubt, you are the last surviving bloodline of Her Majesty Catherine."

"Come with me back to St. Arthur's Castle, to see the Emperor, and to reclaim the glory you deserve. I represent the late Emperor's will and will defend your rights with my life."

"Eh?"

Chapter 94 The Scheme of the Former Emperor of Ursus

Bozokasti swung his halberd, slaying the last soldier who stood in his way, and stepped into the command tower through the pool of blood.

next moment.

Black snow drifted inside the control tower, casting shadows over the spacious area.

Bozokast stood still, his eyes glowing red. The Originium that had grown in his throat ground against his vocal cords, making his voice hoarse and intermittent. He said:

“Imperial Guards, I once said that we would destroy each other until one side is completely wiped out. It seems that today, I should mourn for you.”

“Hiss… huh.”

The impatient guard stepped out of the shadows first, his shadow as thick as mud beneath his feet. He gripped the hilt of his sword, drawing it section by section: "Wendigo, it's a pity you chose to be an enemy of the Empire."

The indifferent guards stepped out from the opposite side, flanking Bozokasti, and drew their swords, saying, "Wendigo, you are deeply infected. Retreat now, or this will be your final resting place."

Sensing the increasingly dense and profound shadows, Bozokasti inhaled the scorching air and raised his halberd: "Twisted growth, foul-smelling limbs, a hundred eyes, a thousand fingers... Guards, let me see how you differ from monsters!"

Clang!

The halberd, representing pure power, clashed with the saber, which carried the shadow of a nation. The tremendous impact caused the command tower to tremble slightly.

......

Ulrich...

The guards clearly remembered that this was a surname that the late emperor hated to the bone.

It took too much from the late emperor.

In his childhood, a wicked queen named Ulrich took away his mother, who was the emperor. In his youth, the wicked queen died, and his mother gathered the power of the empire to collect many blasphemous arts in an attempt to resurrect her beloved.

Naturally, it failed.

The nation's resources were used to create only a few succubus cubs who possessed the bloodlines of both Ekaterina and Ulrich.

Then, the late emperor's nightmare began.

Several succubus cubs grew up in the palace, and Her Majesty Catherine's care for them... Ha, it made even a guy like him, who had hardly any flesh and blood in his body, feel sorry for the late emperor.

But these are not the point.

After that, for some unknown reason, Empress Catherine's mind went awry, and she actually wanted to dismantle the empire and divide it equally among her children.