The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Next to her were mountains of metal containers.

"Crow!" she cried feebly.

Fujin pushed open the lid of a container and climbed out. "Behemoth, do you have anything to ask?"

"How far are we from that bastard now?!"

Fujin pretended that he had not heard the disrespectful words of the Yan Kingdom god to his master, "About 52 kilometers."

"Why can't we ride in a land vehicle!" Nian asked knowingly; she just wanted to vent her emotions.

"I'm sorry, but we can't transport so much metal out of Longmen in a big way. It's even more impossible to find a cargo-carrying landship in the wilderness."

"That is to say, we don't have a landship and have to walk to Qie City by ourselves..." Nian was exhausted and just wanted to have a good rest.

"Based on our current speed, we estimate that we will reach our destination in two days."

"Then why rush? Akado said he has some things to deal with in Che City and he won't leave for a while. It doesn't matter if we delay for a few more days!" Nian thought about being lazy.

"It doesn't matter," Fu Jin spread her hands. She had no metabolic needs and was fine even without eating, drinking or sleeping.

As for Wu Ni, she stayed in the landship and was responsible for protecting the researchers.

Nian was determined to be lazy while rushing on the road.

Unfortunately, reality is always unpredictable.

Akado had bought...had seized a land vehicle, left Chernobog, and headed towards the tundra.

He had not originally planned to leave, as he was thinking of studying the sarcophagus carefully in Che City.

But Skadi's ignorance of the questions exhausted his patience, so he directly used the power of the Demon King to search his memory.

What are these?

Akado looked at those bizarre things with an expressionless face.

Fires were burning all around, and thugs wearing white masks and holding crude weapons were venting their despair and anger in the hustle and bustle of the world. Glass was smashed, and a wide range of jewels were thrown on the ground and stuffed into pockets. Residents fled in panic.

Walls collapsed one after another, accompanied by billowing smoke and dust. Well-armed Ursus shield guards rushed out, some holding flags and waving them high. On the distant TV station building, stood a gray-haired Drake woman, wearing a black dress and holding a finely crafted long sword. The hem of her skirt fluttered in the cold wind from high above.

Skadi appeared beside him at some point, "Memory."

"another world?"

"Yes, a world without you."

"The people here are so happy," Akado touched the ring on his finger.

"Well, they eventually became part of nature. That's a happy ending compared to dying in your river."

"What the hell are you?"

“It used to be the sea.”

"......." The blood demon's palm was covered with bloody lines, and the ten rings disappeared. He looked at Skadi with a wary look and spoke in standard Agorese, "Isha-mla?"

"I prefer you to call me Doctor like those operators do." Skadi pointed to Amiya and others in the distance.

"This is Chernobog two years later," Akado picked up a burning newspaper from the ground, "Chernobog, Reunion Movement, natural disaster?"

"The year 1096 of the Terran calendar, the world I live in," Skadi reached out and touched the charred wall.

"You ate the doctor," Akado suddenly said, "Rhodes Island is destroyed?"

"I am the Doctor," Skadi adjusted the collar of her red dress with her hands, "Terra is dead."

She looked at Akado and said, "My memory will tell you the ending. Before that... please take a look at this tragic city first."

"Tragedy is everywhere on Terra," Akado shook his head, but still followed Skadi and walked towards the central area of ​​Chernobog.

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052. King of Tikaz (1/5, please pre-order!)

Skadi used carefully woven dreams to interpret for Akado all the memories of the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel since it awakened from the sarcophagus.

What follows is the life of a deep-sea hunter.

There was no painful struggle, nor any unforgettable feelings. He took up arms for Agor, became a deep-sea hunter for Agor, received long training, and then went to the battlefield. For Agor, he fought a life-and-death contest with Hai Si.

Step by step, he walked towards the path that fate had already arranged, was soaked in the blood of God, became the master of a large group, and then floods were raging and the sea raged on the land.

The sea breeze is accompanied by clear singing.

Skadi stood on the rocks and sang.

She likes singing.

There is no dispute, no killing, only natural harmony, and life pulses in the waves.

Akado scooped up a handful of sea water and sprinkled it into the distance, then he looked up at the sky.

“Is this the end of the world?”

The boundless blue seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing the dark universe and stars.

The stars are twinkling like children's eyes, full of curiosity and playfulness.

"Well, they are coming." Skadi said softly.

Countless tentacle-like black fog suddenly rushed out from the cracks in the sky and crashed into this world. They melted the land and dyed the sea black.

The sun set, the moon set, and the stars dimmed in the fire that burned everything.

The sea evaporated, revealing pale sand, and the sand-stacked mountains turned into a yellow-green glass sea. The huge sea urchins were instantly transformed into pale statues, as all other components in their bodies vaporized, leaving only carbon and calcium elements that instantly crystallized in the ultra-high temperature.

Strong hot winds swept in from the east, burning Akado to ashes.

Before he died, he opened his arms, like a saint crucified on the cross, reborn and died countless times.

The gore demon intoned, "Revelation 15:2: And I saw a sea of ​​glass, a sea of ​​fire; and those who had overcome the beast, his image, his mark, and the number of his name, stood on the battlefield. And the sea of ​​glass, and the harp of God."

With a loud bang that shook the earth, the entire horizon was swallowed up by the blazing white light, the Dead River dried up, and the crown was crushed into powder.

The civilization of the deep sea had just been established, and before it could make its first babbling sounds to the universe, it was strangled in its cradle.

Because she unified Terra, the stars opened their eyes.

Just like thousands of years ago, when Kazdel's empire conquered the land, Originium fell from the sky.

"So, Mr. Accardo, I'm Skadi, or Doctor."

The great sea heir stood on tiptoe and bowed in a simple Victorian dance step. "We can only look at the earth and save the suffering, but we cannot transcend the rules of the starry sky."

Blood Demon took off his top hat, "Hai Si will never conquer the world."

“Yeah, you saw the end.”

"Kazdel can't do that either," Accardo said.

"But there are those who wish this, such as the regent of Lontinimurri," Skadi leaned closer, her eyes sparkling, "Even if the empire has long been broken, please become the king of Tikaz."

"It won't be me who sits on the throne," Blood Demon flicked Skadi's forehead, "Please focus on the present, Ms. Doctor. I need to find a way to bring salvation to all Sarkaz people."

"Is this Miss Theresa's wish?"

"I am the continuation of her will."

"...I understand." Skadi smiled faintly. "When I woke up, the sea fell asleep forever, and there is no Isha-mla anymore. From now on, I hope the doctor's wisdom can bring you some help on land."

-

To the north of Ursus is the tundra, connecting to the unknown forbidden land in the northernmost part of Terra.

Here, there is a snow blanket that never melts, just like the polar regions, and blue icicles hang all over the treetops. It is a rare good day, the sun is hanging high in the sky, without any clouds or fog blocking it, and the sunlight makes everything bright white. The tumor beast wrapped in thick fur crawls slowly, approaches a withered tree, digs away the snow underneath, and looks for tree roots or flowers that are not completely frozen.

"Ha," someone exhaled white mist. He squinted his eyes to check the snow-covered mountains in the distance. The sun's halo was flickering on the top of the mountain. "Captain, we are almost at the base!"

"Count the prey." The huge Wendigo was armed with a halberd and a heavy shield, leaving deep indentations in the snow with every step.

"Yes!"

This is a team with uneven equipment.

There are rural hunters with simple weapons and armor, as well as defected shield guards who have scraped off the Ursus national emblem.

They walked in the cold snow, following the tall and majestic figure, and felt an inexplicable sense of security in their hearts, as if as long as they followed the man code-named "Patriot" and kept walking, no matter what thorns and obstacles lay ahead, they could be easily resolved.

Passing through the dense woods, the outline of a village gradually became visible ahead, with curls of smoke rising from the chimneys, bringing a warmth and comfort rarely seen on this frozen land.

053. Uneasy Candlelight (2/5, please pre-order!)

After years of accumulation, Ursus' discrimination and oppression against the infected finally reached its peak.

The current nobles have repeatedly made public statements such as "the infected do not have citizen rights" and "the infected are God-given labor."

The infected will be sent to the mines in the tundra, where they will die in despair in the high-pressure working environment and the harsh climate. Freezing to death is just a luxury. The most common thing is to mine the Originium veins day after day without any protective equipment. The Originium disease continues to deepen until it is completely crystallized, and at a certain moment it explodes, spreading the deadly Originium dust to their compatriots. It is often seen that when an infected person dies, dozens or hundreds of people in the entire mine die. But what does it matter? The land of Ursus is so vast, and natural disasters continue to occur. There are always infected people who are affected and infected with Originium disease. They are the best livestock and tools in the eyes of the nobles... and occasionally they are used as political tools to shift class contradictions.

The worst is to be sent to a large factory or some secret laboratory. In the former, the factory specially builds compartments, cancels a series of protective measures, and makes the infected people work at high intensity. Once the mineral disease worsens to the brink of death, they will be dragged out and thrown into the suburbs outside the city. In the latter, no matter how dangerous the test is, the military and police will mercilessly push the infected people into it, such as spreading out flesh and blood to implant some strange things to verify the effect, or directly using the infected people's bodies as targets to test the performance of weapons.

In short, in this country, if you are unlucky enough to be diagnosed with oripathy, your life is over.

The sky of Ursus is so gloomy. Ever since the death of the last wise and capable emperor, it seems that the glory of the entire country has also disappeared.

Tallulah saw this, so she became an infected person and ventured into the tundra alone.

She wanted to ignite some rotten evil, or maybe she was actually running away...

"Tallulah!" Some villagers called out to the young leader enthusiastically.

When Drakri was still a child, she went to the tundra and gathered a large number of infected people, who were either refugees with nowhere to go or hungry farmers, and formed an organization called the "Integration Movement". The original concept of the Integration Movement originated from the social status of the infected. They hoped to get fair treatment in society through their own way, or even better treatment than non-infected people.

What a passionate but unrealistic ideal. The cold wind of the tundra will gradually cool it down, telling them the indifference and cruelty of reality... Tallulah has already felt it without waiting for long.

In recent days, due to the frequent inspections by the Ursus Army, the living space of the Integration Movement has been continuously reduced. Many people have already left the base, shouting such outrageous words as "You didn't keep your promise" and "Death to the noble fraudsters", and finally died in the snow.

It's like their brains are filled with sports car engines soaked in cheap alcohol. No matter who it is, as long as they give it a spark, it will roar and turn, then speed away and crash into the wall, killing it with its brain and body.

This kind of people make up the majority of the integration movement. If it weren't for the Patriot and his guerrillas who had enough military deterrence to support a small habitat in the tundra, I'm afraid the organization would have disbanded on the spot long ago.

Tallulah had a gloomy look on her face. She rarely responded to the villagers' greetings and walked towards the infected guerrillas who had just returned.