The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

She saw Akado lying in the snow and ran over quickly.

Even in the winter in Kazdel, she wore a simple long skirt and did not feel cold. Her skin even had a healthy blush.

The girl squatted in front of the blood demon, and seeing his miserable state, she immediately turned her head to the army behind her and said hurriedly, "Absolutioner! Please..."

Suddenly, she felt a cold touch on her ankle, and the boy in the snow touched her gently.

The girl quickly picked him up. The 12-year-old boy's body was drained of blood, and he looked dry and thin. He was able to fight to this point only because of the various spells that enhanced his powers.

As she got closer, she felt Akado tremble.

"Blood..." the boy murmured in a barely audible voice, his pupils dilated.

"Blood?" The Sarkaz girl was stunned for a moment, "I understand."

She took off her gloves, cut a wound in the white palm with the blade, and then put it to Akado's mouth.

"You are fighting for the Sarkaz. If my blood can help you..."

The blood demon lowered his head, kissed the girl's palm, and drank the bright red in the white.

Akado never fought for the Sarkaz, he was just born to be bloodthirsty.

Until now, he finally found the meaning of life. Who to live for, who to fight for.

"I will live with your blood, Theresa..." He learned the girl's name, "until the end of my life."

He rested his head on the girl's shoulder and swore an oath for the first time, that he regarded the girl as his monarch and his faith.

Tracy gently patted his back with her other hand, her expression showing compassion, heartache, and a little helplessness.

A child who doesn't even understand the true meaning of life and death, the significance of war, goes to the battlefield...

Heavy snow fell on the girl's cherry-colored hair. She picked up Akado and looked at the night sky of Kazdel. It was dark, with no end in sight, just like this seemingly endless war.

"Do you have a name?" she asked softly.

In Kazdel, most of the Sarkaz were born to live in war. They had no names, only the code names they came up with at random as they turned to dust.

"Acardo," the boy said. "My blood tells me my name is Acardo."

"Then...Acardo, try your best to stay alive. This is the first order I leave for you." The girl did not ask him how to be loyal or how to kill the enemy. She just sincerely hoped that he could live well like a family member.

An indescribable warmth filled the Blood Demon's heart. He looked up at Theresa's delicate face, as if he wanted to completely engrave her appearance into his memory.

As if everything was a coincidence, the girl who worked hard to save the country gave the pale blood demon a new life and saved him from dying. The flawless idealist held Kazdel's most brutal weapon.

Among tens of millions of people, you meet the person you meet; among tens of millions of years, in the endless wilderness of time, you meet him/her neither a step earlier nor a step later, but just in time.

......

Suddenly, a sound came from the horizon and spread across the earth in an instant.

Every old Sarkaz man stood up, and they all looked into the distance at the same time, which was the direction of Victoria.

Just like the sigh coming from their blood several months ago, it was so familiar and frightening.

Akado, who was taking a nap in the chair, opened his eyes, his scarlet eyes shining.

He hadn't been angry for a long time, so long that he almost forgot he had such an emotion.

A cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the Blood Demon's face. "Who is it? How dare you disturb the peace of the deceased monarch and desecrate her soul?!"

046. Vodka and Black Leba

The landship slowly stopped outside the mobile city-state, and the towering city walls could be seen through the porthole.

In the luxurious cabin, Akado was flipping through a thick Ursus Advanced Language Dictionary. Feather Pen was lying on the sofa opposite him, practicing speaking and listening to the Ursus official news video on the communication terminal, with a gray cotton blanket covering his bare calves and feet.

The deputy captain opened the hatch, walked in front of the Blood Demon, bowed, and apologized, "Mr. Acardo, our application for entry has been rejected by the local city-state government. If we take a detour without resupplying, we may not be able to reach Colombia on time based on the current energy reserves of the land-based ship."

"Which city is this?"

"Chernobog, sir."

"Chernobog." Akado repeated the word in standard Ursus.

He certainly knew the city.

According to information provided by some Sarkaz on Rhodes Island, the green-haired old lynx personally sent a dying scholar into it a few months ago.

It’s called a sarcophagus...a medical device from the previous civilization.

"You can take a detour and arrive in Colombia a few months later," Accardo closed the dictionary, "I have some things to take care of here."

"Are you the only one leaving the ship?"

"And my two assistants."

The deputy captain left in a hurry. It was not a trivial matter to anchor a landship in the wilderness. The extra energy consumption caused by each engine ignition was crucial to navigation.

Quill, who had paused the video long ago, looked up at Akardo and said, "Father, if we leave the ship now, we might miss lunch."

The girl's eyes were a little evasive, as if she wanted to talk to Akado, but she couldn't find the right topic, so she had to choose this kind of coquettish way... Well, just coquettish!

Texas paused for a moment while biting the chocolate bar. She wasn't really hungry. She had eaten too many desserts recently.

"......" Acardo was silent for a while. He would not interrupt his schedule just because of his daughter's coquettishness. Going hungry for a meal was not a big deal.

But he thought for a moment, and since three meals a day were part of the itinerary, he slowly uttered, "Let's eat first."

Texas buried his head in the pillows, suppressing a strange laugh.

*

There is no sunlight in the iron-gray sky. The clouds are thick and dense, and fog is brewing. Looking from afar at this city that has been reborn from its ancient state, one just feels dull and depressed.

People living in it don’t feel this way, perhaps they have long been accustomed to such an atmosphere.

Military police wearing the eagle badge stood on the street, hat brims pulled down, standing loosely, smoking cigarettes, with cold faces, facing the residents of Chernobog. Occasionally, a luxury car passed by the road, and they immediately stood straight, with their heads held high, as if they were always ready to die for this city and for Ursus. A white-collar worker who was taking a lunch break walked out of a convenience store carrying two bags of tin cans. Next to him was a beautiful young girl holding a paper bag full of bread, perhaps his girlfriend. The two talked and laughed as they walked towards a small rental house.

The tin can contains a highly alcoholic beverage, which the locals call vodka.

The bread in the paper bag is made of high-gluten flour and various nuts. It is high in calories and relatively cheap. One piece is enough to fill you up. Spread butter and sprinkle pepper on it, and it is delicious. Its name is "big bread".

There were hooligans squatting in the alley, looking at the loving couple, and they seemed to have some ill intentions, but the military police a little further away finally took action. He glared at the poor man fiercely and pressed his palm on the handle of the baton. The infected person with black crystals exposed on the surface of his skin finally shrank his head, sat down against the wall, and spit out unclear dirty words with his head turned away.

Cold winds blow from the north, where the tundra is located, which is known as the coldest place in Terra along with the poles.

The voice recorder in his bag rang, and the military police answered the call. His expression became submissive and flattering.

"You need 11 good-looking and well-built women to serve as prizes for your banquet tonight? Sure, no problem!" He patted his chest. "In this Keon community, I, Leonid, am famous for my efficiency. Don't worry!"

The military police's eyes fell on the couple who had already walked away. Isn't this one eleventh of the mission accomplished?

He silently felt pity for the man who was about to lose his lover, but how weak is love in the face of power, money and even strength? Perhaps your girl will live in wealth and glory in her next life.

The two military police exchanged ideas and discussed with each other, then left their posts and chased after the couple. On the way, they saw a noble lady accompanied by bodyguards, and they hurriedly stopped and saluted respectfully.

The gangster sitting in the alley saw this funny and sad scene... His Originium skill happened to be to amplify hearing. He suddenly laughed, and his tears flowed out. He touched his face with his dirty hands, which turned gray with tears.

047. He is a general

The earth was ravaged by natural disasters of unknown causes, and a large amount of mysterious minerals, "Originium", appeared on the land swept by the disaster. Relying on technological progress, the energy contained in Originium was invested in industry, allowing civilization to smoothly enter the modern era.

Too convenient mining conditions, too cheap processing costs, too good combustion calorific value... The long-term reliance on Originium has caused Terra's technology to grow abnormally. If Originium disappears one day, the civilization of this land will not be far from collapse.

In other words, as long as you live in a modern city, you can always find Originium no matter where or in what corner.

Dalia works in an electric power company. Her family is considered middle class. She has a boyfriend who loves her very much. They are financially well-off and have planned to buy a small apartment of their own in the city. Their life is fulfilling and happy enough.

but now......

She stood outside a telephone booth, opened the electrical box on the wall, and trembled to close the switch. The arc jumped, and then went out in an instant.

Dalia took out the palm-sized Originium power generator, disassembled it, and then took the processed Originium with the rubber shell in her hand. She took a deep breath, raised the Originium and smashed it against the edge of the wall. The translucent rubber shattered, along with a small half of the Originium.

The woman pointed the sharp Originium at her arm, turned around, and looked at the two approaching military police with tearful eyes.

"Miss, we don't mean to harm you..." Seeing that Dalia wanted to turn herself into an infected person, the military and police panicked. The nobles didn't like these patients with stones on their bodies. In the huge city of Che, it was difficult to find 11 women with outstanding looks without causing a sensation among the masses.

"You've already ruined my life!" Dalia burst into tears as she thought of her boyfriend lying in a pool of blood. "You're going to ruin mine now!"

"Hey," an older military police officer said coldly, "You have to think clearly. Once you become an infected person, you are no longer protected by the laws of Ursus. We can just send you to the mines in the tundra to mine Originium endlessly."

"......" Tundra? Mine? Dalia's face turned pale.

Everyone in Ursus knows what kind of place it is. Endless cold, ever-scarce supplies, cruel supervisors, and a desperate workload. Living in such an environment all day long, death is even a relief.

"Don't worry, your parents will accompany you to mine because you are ungrateful." The military police added with a sneer.

Dalia trembled, finally dropped the Originium fragment in her hand, squatted on the ground and cried with her face covered.

"That's more like it - where is your home? Go back and take a bath, dress up nicely, and remember to behave well at the banquet and serve those noble masters well. Anything that comes out of their fingers is enough to support your family for half a year."

"So difficult to please," the military police cursed, and it was unclear whether he was cursing the noble who was giving him instructions or the woman who was bothering him.

At some point, a white-haired old man from Liberi stood outside the phone booth, staring at the military and police with his golden eyes.

Of course the military and police knew him. He was the manager of a large underground clinic. He seemed to have some connections with the higher-ups. After opening up many channels, he sheltered a group of infected children living in this city.

"Sir, you have dozens of lives to support, and we are just following orders. Why make things difficult for each other?"

"..." Old man Liberi frowned. He had a long knife hanging on his waist. If necessary, he could chop off the heads of the two people in front of him in an instant.

But...as he said, he still has dozens of children to take care of.

The clinic can't do without him.

Liberi can use violence or even any means to protect his clinic. This is tacitly approved by those politicians and is an exception, or rule, set for him.

Rules cannot be broken.

Only rules can protect the weak.

Liberi broke the rules today by sending the children he had raised into disaster.

He let out a long sigh.

When did Ursus become what it is now?

That great era filled with steel and fire, when the whole country united to defend national glory, has ended.

"Helag, you look so miserable and pitiful now. Are you an old widower who has wandered here from somewhere?" I felt as if someone was mocking me in my heart.

"Probably," the old man answered his inner voice in silence.

He turned around and prepared to leave.

The military police laughed and picked up Dalia, who had cried until she was exhausted, from the ground.

Suddenly, Herag paused and looked at the eaves above his head.

"Can I ask you a favor, sir?"

"Are the Ursus people who raised their butcher knives against Kazdel worthy enough to ask for the help of the Sarkaz?"

“I would pay for anything except that clinic.”

"For what? A woman I've never met?"

"She is an Ursus, sir."

"What about you? What are you?"

"I am a general. The flag of Ursus still flies in my heart."

Accardo took off his top hat and covered Quill's cheek.

"Blood for blood." He looked at Hellagur.

The old man had experienced the war with Kazdel, so he naturally understood the identity of the blood demon in front of him. It was said that the demon king could control the souls of others through blood.

Herag sighed. He was already in chains, so why worry about adding another chain? He pushed the scabbard open with his fingers and rubbed the back of his hand against the sharp blade.

A string of blood beads was thrown towards Akado.

The Blood Demon snapped his fingers, and metal gauntlets quickly covered his palms. It was the partially deployed Count Piercing, his staff.

Hellagur's blood disappeared in vain in mid-air.

The two military police who had escaped long ago froze in the distance.

Then, in a breath, they exploded, and the yellow-white bones collapsed and crashed into the surroundings. Dalia, whose emotions were constantly fluctuating, witnessed such a tragic scene, and finally her spirit was tense to the extreme, and she fainted.