Arknights' Lock of Heaven

“Look, isn’t it beautiful?” W suppressed his restless emotions, gripping the bridge railing tightly to prevent his hands from trembling, and said with his back to the mercenaries, “How beautiful it is.”

The reason she turned her back was because she was afraid that if she looked at them, she would definitely give herself away, since her expression was probably not much different from theirs.

"The rising sun shines on the snow, the shimmering silver reflecting the death of the Ursus people. This rising curtain, like a giant blade, cleaves the heavens and the earth. Ah, how beautiful..."

The above nonsensical statement came from W's slightly trembling mouth. If it were someone else, such as Kal'tsit, even with such shock, she would have said it much better.

Unfortunately, W is not well-educated and can only spout nonsense.

Fortunately, the Sarkaz mercenaries behind her were generally uneducated and could only listen blankly.

However, W, who appeared calm and composed, was actually cursing a lot in his mind.

You son of a bitch! You guys son of a bitch! I son of a bitch!

Why didn't you say so sooner if you had this ability?

If you guys have this ability, why did you keep it from me?

Oh, so that's why I didn't know because I was so reluctant to go to the meeting...

Was I out of my mind back then? How could I not attend such an important meeting?

If I could go back to that night, W would definitely swear and kick his agonizing self, who was agonizing at the conference room door, right inside.

It's a pity we can't go back.

Ah, no wonder you're so confident I can subdue these mercenaries. I wouldn't dare be so confident myself!

Haikou had already made a boast and was too embarrassed to take it back, so every night he could only worry and worry, and in the middle of the night he would suddenly sit up and hit his head, thinking about how to subdue them.

Do you think I can't think of what Mudrock can think of? Rhodes Island is so short-staffed right now. If we can bring these people under our command, they'll have more say in Rhodes Island, and the chance for revenge will also increase...

But what's the use of just thinking about it? Will these people listen to you? W has never understood why they trust her so much and think she can win them over.

She would never dare to think like that.

Let alone inhibitors, who knows how many years it will take for them to take effect, by which time it will be too late.

But seeing this scene before him, W realized that they weren't confident in themselves after all.

Was I just being delusional?

390 You can learn it.

No wonder everyone except themselves was so confident...

Sigh, what was I even agonizing over that day...?

“Um…W, what is this?” Fariad, standing behind her, swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, “Where are the Patriots’ troops?”

"Huh? The Patriots' forces?" W tried to keep his voice calm. "Oh, that's a lie. They don't exist. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come with us so willingly, right?"

"That old guy is lucky if he can keep the hundreds of thousands of infected people under his command, how could he possibly come to pick us up?"

"As for this one in front of us, it's a natural disaster! Don't you have eyes?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at those two ships, so pitiful, they crashed headlong into the disaster, tens of thousands of people were wiped out in an instant, and two warships were also taken down with them, Ursus must be heartbroken."

Upon hearing this, the Sarkaz mercenaries were stunned into silence, even though W had just admitted to lying to them.

Natural disaster... You make it sound so easy. What kind of natural disaster is so coincidental? It just happens to fall right on the enemy without affecting us at all...

The Orville had stopped here ahead of time, and all the management members looked confident.

At this moment, hundreds of previously unruly Sarkaz mercenaries stood obediently behind W, not daring to utter a single word.

For the people of this land, the deterrent power of natural disasters is absolutely sufficient.

"What? What are you all standing there for?"

W said without turning his head, "Didn't you see a few cars came out?"

"We hired you to be security personnel! Are you just going to stand here like idiots? Are we expecting the crew and logistics staff to fight against fully armed Ursus people?"

"Get out of here and arrest them! Remember! I want them alive!"

"Do I have to teach you this? Don't make me doubt your abilities."

Upon hearing this, the Sarkaz mercenaries exchanged bewildered glances.

Then, he obediently picked up his weapon and rushed to the ground.

They dared not say a word, nor ask a question.

Only after everyone behind him had left did W suddenly cover his face, his expression contorted in rage, and lean his head weakly against the railing.

"Haha, haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"

"Damn it, damn it! Why didn't you show me this skill sooner! Back in Kazdel, what the hell were you doing, Kal'tsit...?"

"..."

She hurled a couple of meaningless curses, then helplessly lowered her hand.

Ah, yes, if that old woman had that ability back then, why wouldn't she have taken it out?

W knew it clearly; she always had.

That old woman wouldn't keep anything to herself, right?

Therefore, this power could not have come from that old woman and the people around her.

She even dragged that scoundrel into it back then. If she truly knew such power, she couldn't possibly have stood by and watched His Highness do nothing...

W recalls Kal'tsit from her memories.

Cold-blooded, mysterious, incomprehensible...

But will she betray His Highness?

No way.

So this thing appeared after His Highness's complete failure, and after Babel was renamed Rhodes Island under Kal'tsit's leadership. She looked at the distant sky that stretched across the heavens and earth.

That consultant.

I first met him in the ruins of Chernobog... ah, no, according to Mudrock, he had met me even earlier.

That time when the mercenary leader was killed.

After that, I only felt that he was a very mysterious person, just like that old woman.

It was him, wasn't it? He did all of this!

W recalled Mudrock's inexplicable confidence in him, the strange respect Rhodes Island held for him, and how Mudrock never seemed to take the Ursus army seriously...

Why would Kal'tsit and that bastard allow a makeshift crew to carry out such an important mission with so many supplies?

Why was he so dismissive of the eight hundred Sarkaz mercenaries he had gathered, even though he knew there was definitely something wrong with them, and still directly assigned them to the Orwell?

It turned out to be the case.

She looked up at the miracle before her, a hint of madness in her eyes.

"To be able to so easily annihilate an entire army and cripple two warships..."

"So...if we put it in Londinium..."

"Will that coward Theresis, hiding in the palace, be able to escape this time?"

“Yes, that’s it,” her voice grew increasingly frantic, “who can escape a long-planned natural disaster?”

"No, no!" Suddenly, she slapped her face hard. "I can't show that expression, I can't scare people, I can't let anyone know..."

"As long as I can kill him...as long as I can get..."

“I’m telling you, if you’re planning something, can’t you find a secluded place to start your plan?”

Just then, a helpless voice came from behind her.

W turned around and saw Mudrock standing helplessly behind him, having taken off his helmet.

"Did you hear everything?"

“Yes,” Mudrock nodded.

"You heard everything?"

"I heard everything."

Hearing this, W expressionlessly pulled out a bomb. "Looks like I'll have to kill you to silence you!"

"Stop messing around!" Seeing this, Niyan helplessly slapped her hand away. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

She certainly doesn't have the habit of spreading other people's dark history.

W looked at the bomb in his hand, then at Mudrock's helpless face.

Then she turned her head and covered her face.

I'm too ashamed to live anymore, maybe I should just jump off the Orville.

If it were anyone else, she would have actually started threatening them by now, but Mudrock…

Ever since that day she confessed her feelings to him, he has found it difficult to face her.