The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

She knew very well that under the leadership of the Patriots, this large-scale layoff of the Integration Movement was fully capable of getting out of the tundra, but it would be a little difficult. The mercenaries were able to join them because they were mutually beneficial. The Integration Movement wanted to use them to reduce the risk of the journey, while the mercenaries wanted to complete Tracys's mission.

The Sarkaz must prove their worth - worth that can be used by the Reunion.

W was about to activate the bomb...

"What's that noise?" Her hand holding the staff trembled slightly.

A land vehicle was bumping into the woods, running towards W and others.

Hey, is this the Ursus military land vehicle? The guerrillas looked at each other in bewilderment.

W had excellent observation skills and she spotted the blood demon sitting in the passenger seat at a glance. She silently put away her staff and raised her hands high to show her surrender.

The land vehicle braked to a stop quickly. Akado rolled down the observation window, took out a guard gun from the briefcase and pointed it at W. "You were sent by Tracys."

W remained calm, "You are a noble pure-blooded blood demon, and you must be the regent's..."

"Your heart is filled with contempt and disgust for Tracys," Blood Demon held the Guardian Gun and did not put it down, "Babel's mercenary, W."

Having obtained the Doctor's memories, he certainly knew about W's multiple spy identities, and... Theresa was the one who pushed him alone.

Acardo's favorability towards this little girl skyrocketed. No matter where you were born, what age you were, or whether you were infected, as long as you were devoted to Theresa, you were his brother or sister.

"......" W's face suddenly darkened. The Blood Demon Court had already moved into Londinium. The Blood Demon in front of him, who was emitting a terrifying sense of oppression, was definitely pure-blooded. Damn it, how could a pure-blooded Blood Demon come to the tundra? Has Tracy discovered my identity?

The Blood Demon suddenly pulled the trigger, and just as W's body trembled, she subconsciously wanted to throw out the smoke bomb hidden in her sleeves. When she turned over to avoid it, the bullet flying in the air suddenly accelerated, carrying blood-colored fireworks, passed over W's shoulder, and accurately pierced the head of a Sarkaz who was approaching quietly behind her.

"Aaaaah——" The Sarkaz warrior was not dead. He screamed and hugged his head. The skin on his face quickly became congested, his muscles tensed, his blood vessels bulged, and then he fell to the ground like a wild beast, gasping violently. His pupils turned from brown to scarlet, full of bloodlust and madness.

"Follow the smell and kill all your accomplices," Akado ordered coldly.

The blood-stained monster rushed into the depths of the forest.

Akado looked down at W, "Come to the lander and tell me what that old woman Kal'tsit did in the Tower of Babel? Why did His Majesty die?"

"......" W widened her eyes, she finally recognized the identity of the blood demon in the land walker.

That is the most famous legend in Kazdel in the past two hundred years.

067. I Know Everything

In Ursus.

Summer was almost over, but being so close to the tundra, it was hard to feel the change in climate. It was cold all year round. The cold wind blew through the streets, flipping the sign hanging outside the tavern with a clanging sound.

Clang.

The wine bottle slammed heavily on the wooden table.

The strong men of the Phidiya tribe filled their cups with the local specialty of Ursus - the water of life, which has an alcohol content of up to 96%. It is known as the strongest wine in Terra, but here, it is just a drink that even children can grab a small can and drink in their spare time.

What the local people of Ursus like most is to treat foreign tourists with "local specialties". Watching them make fools of themselves always adds some fun to their depressing lives.

"Brother ACE, do you really want to drink it?" A boy from the Carters tribe looked at the bottle of water of life. The horrible alcohol content made him swallow subconsciously and his face turned pale.

"Hey, Aomame, learn this," ACE nodded his sunglasses and smiled boldly, "This is called manliness!"

As he said this, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Clang.

The wine glass was placed on the table. ACE remained calm and smiled at the people around him, "Anyone want to challenge me?"

"Good!" The tavern was filled with applause. They paid sincere tribute to the foreigner's generosity. Then, a burly Ursus man sat opposite him with a smile of sympathy on his face, "I'll be your opponent."

ACE's smile became more and more enthusiastic. For a moment, a strong masculine aura was faintly revealed on the wine table.

Then, as the glasses were clinking, ACE suddenly reached out and pressed the arm of the Ursus man.

Very strong, the Ursus thought.

The action began. ACE held the wine glass with his other hand and shook it gently.

The next moment, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tavern shattered, and the burly man opposite ACE had lost his breath - his entire trachea was torn apart, and large pieces of flesh and skin fell on the table.

"There are infected people killing people! Catch them!" Someone suddenly shouted, and the tavern fell into noise and chaos.

On a tall building a little further away, Scout lit a match and threw it into the transmission machine in the residential area next to him. Dazzling sparks burst out, and wisps of black smoke and a burnt smell filled the surroundings. He put away the Rutland rifle and disappeared into the shadow of the building.

"Mission accomplished, retreat begins." ACE checked the camouflage used to cover the Originium crystals on his body, and after carefully fixing it, he picked up a stool and rushed out the door with the drunkards in the tavern. Aomame also picked up a broom and followed closely behind, and then the two of them disappeared into the crowd without attracting anyone's attention.

......

USS Rhode Island, control center.

"Ms. Kal'tsit, I'm glad you completed this commission. The reward will be delivered to your parking lot soon, so please pay attention to receive it."

On the other side of the communication channel was an old man with a gloomy face.

"Then our deal ends here..." Kal'tsit hung up the phone and connected to ACE's intercom with a frosty face.

"E3 team, report the situation."

"Reporting to Rhodes Island, there are no casualties in the E3 team."

She got back on Scout's intercom.

"Scout, there's a new mission."

"...Please give me your instructions." Scout seemed to be hesitant to speak, but finally chose to obey the order.

"Go to Peter Street in the east of the city immediately. I need you to assassinate Baron Bethel."

Baron Bethel is the nephew of the old man’s biggest enemy in city politics who just completed the deal with Kal’tsit.

The call was immediately hung up, as if he didn't want to hear any objections or doubts. Scout frowned. Kal'tsit, why does Rhodes Island frequently get involved in the political struggles of the nobles? And... he thought about what he had done.

The second-in-command of the city's health department likes to enjoy the excitement and alcohol in the tavern on weekdays. ACE went there in person to lay the foundation for the assassination, and then Scout tried to snipe from a distance. After the success, there would be an "actor" who had been planted long ago to testify that it was the conspiracy of the infected. The Ursus military and police immediately led the people to investigate and arrest the infected. There is no doubt that it was Scout and ACE who personally persecuted and killed those infected people who had never met. The nobles became the biggest beneficiaries.

Wasn't the original intention of establishing Rhodes Island to find a way for the infected and ordinary people to coexist? Scout took a deep breath. Although in recent months, he often accepted these tasks that were completely inconsistent with the ideas of the deceased Majesty, he could see that Rhodes Island's red finances were gradually improving and stabilizing, so he chose not to resist.

He actually knew that Kal'tsit had no choice. The land of Terra would eat people, and even the most lofty idealists would inevitably be stained with dirt.

*

W sat on the sofa in the living room, sitting upright, a rare act.

The "potatoes" were placed on the coffee table in front of him. Texas reached into the inside of Sarkaz's cotton pants and took out several miniature incendiary bombs that looked like chewing gum.

"I've finished searching. He's a dangerous guy."

"So insecure?" Bloodseeker tossed W's staff.

"...That's what a mercenary's life is like." W replied in a muffled voice. She was trying hard to restrain her habit of swearing.

W had heard about Acardo's deeds, so he had a good impression of him. He had been loyal to Theresa for two hundred years. He returned the crown of the devil, rode a horse, killed enemies on the battlefield, and blocked swords and cannonballs. He heard that if anyone dared to say a word against Theresa, his blood would stop flowing and he would die on the spot.

I don't know if it's fictional or not, but it's said that more than a hundred years ago, Akado killed hundreds of royal nobles who opposed Theresa's accession to the throne - even if they discussed it in private, they were killed immediately. Ordinary people who dared to talk about Theresa's "shortcomings" were also killed. Damn, he's even more crazy than me.

W had an urge to become her apprentice. Because Theresa really trusted Akado without reservation, which was simply the ideal state she had always dreamed of.

"Tell me what you saw and heard at the Tower of Babel." Akado sat on the sofa opposite W.

Sarkaz stammered and used vague words to describe that terrible civil war era.

After talking for nearly half an hour, Acardo suddenly interrupted her. "You mean you have almost no idea about Kal'tsit's actions?"

"He...I'm just an ordinary mercenary..." W almost swore.

"Then let's talk about Tracy."

"He doesn't trust me yet."

"You can go now," Blood Demon realized that this girl was really useless. He immediately started to drive her away and threw W's staff back.

W took the staff, quickly put away the bomb on the table, and rushed out of the land vehicle as if escaping. He stamped his feet wildly in the snow, and his heart was filled with beautiful Sarkaz language. As subjects of His Majesty, why should we make each other unhappy? I will bear the grievances...

She punched the snow hard, then exhaled a long breath, returned to the place where she had originally prepared to blast the ground and hunt, and began to dig her own "potatoes." The guerrillas had already gone back to report to the patriots.

After soaking in hot water for almost a whole morning, Skadi finally came out of the bathroom reluctantly. Taking a bath was one of the few hobbies she could practice in the tundra.

"It seems you gained nothing."

"If you want to get anything useful out of that mercenary, you'll have to wait at least two years. If it's in your world."

"Why not ask Kal'tsit directly? I don't know if the 'me' in this world has made any changes in the plan."

"......" Blood Demon was unusually silent. It was obvious that he had a strong prejudice against Kal'tsit.

"Don't worry, I have a lot of complaints about her."

"For example?" The Blood Demon suddenly became interested.

"Haha," Skadi read, "I know everything. You and your race make me laugh."

"I've read your memory, and she's actually right. Agor is indeed ridiculous."

"I know, but I'm not happy." Skadi frowned.

Akado's eyes drifted to the ground, "Do you know everything?"

Hopefully she knows what the Kaihu Explosion Fist is.

068. Mission Impossible

Blood splattered on the snow, emitting heat, and the monster's roar echoed in the windless tundra.

The search team of the Reunion Movement fell into unspeakable panic and...bewilderment.

"Why didn't it attack us?"

Some guerrilla members fell into deep thought.

The Sarkaz mercenaries were suspicious of each other, "Why did it attack you and not me?"

It was a monster covered in blood as armor, with almost no flesh on its neck, and only a spine connecting its head and body. It opened its mouth, inhaled the cold wind from the tundra, and made a sharp whistle between its bones.

Then it disappeared, moving at a speed that violated the laws of physics, breaking through the sound barrier, and at a certain moment pounced behind a mercenary. The armor made of blood exploded into countless spikes, piercing the mercenary's body. Then the monster fluttered, its body shriveled, lifeless, and fell in the snow.

The mercenary was trembling, with blood oozing from his pupils. He turned into a new monster and pounced on another Sarkaz a little further away.

What kind of precision strike? Everyone was running away with something to hide, but they also discovered that the Sarkaz being chased by the monsters seemed to be specially assigned to the team by Tracys.

There is no such thing as a common hatred of the enemy. The mercenaries are all extremely selfish: why would I provoke such an unnecessary disaster?

Anyway, it would be convenient to divide the reward if a few people died, and the danger was not particularly high if we followed the integration movement.

The patriot stood in the woods and saw the chaos here. He said, "Don't worry about it. Let's continue hunting."

......

"W, you're back, that monster--" the red-haired Sarkaz man reminded W.

"It won't attack us, probably." W glanced at the bloody and disgusting scene in the distance.

"How do you know? We were all thrown into the team by Tracys," a female mercenary with a better face handed over a piece of frozen bread.

W took the pancake and took a bite. "These are the masterpieces of a famous person. And I just met him."

"Hi." She even waved at the running monster, but the monster didn't pay any attention to the three of them and continued to chase its target.

It is not difficult to see that a corpse can move so quickly because it is driven by the increasing amount of blood.

"Blood Demon Lord?" Hedley was surprised.

"Huh? I can give you another chance to organize your words," W said angrily. She still had great respect for Akado.

A certain degree of mutual sympathy.

"Hiss..." Hedley glanced at the "potato" in W's hand, thought for a moment, and then his expression gradually became horrified, "You actually met that Majesty?!"

"Hmm~" the young girl nodded in agreement. She didn't know how much the name "Akado" meant to the experienced Sarkaz... For example, Hedley had been on the battlefield for so many years and had suffered many fatal injuries, but he survived in the end. Mercenaries like him didn't have the money to find an excellent doctor in Kazdel. The only thing they could rely on was a book called "The Life-Saving Book in the Grave" by the soldiers, "The Battlefield Self-Save Guide". The language was easy to understand, with some easy-to-understand illustrations, covering almost all possible wartime injuries and targeted treatment plans in harsh environments.

It is called a "life-saving book in front of the grave" probably because, if even this book cannot save you, then you are truly hopeless and you should hurry up and find your comrades to arrange your funeral arrangements.

If you want to become a mercenary, and you are going to take jobs in Kazdel, you must buy this book. Follow the instructions in the book... If you can't understand the words, you can look at the illustrations. In short, even a kid can sew up a broken limb properly. The Sarkaz have good physical fitness, so it doesn't matter if their techniques are a little rough.

The author's name on the cover of this book was simply "Acardo", without the complicated surnames that were unique to the nobility.

However, there is another name that has entered the public eye along with "Akado", and that is just a code name. On the cover of most of Kazdel's popular medical books, there is a line of small words next to the author: "Compiler: Mr. Blood".

"Mr. Blood?" The pale blood demon girl was slightly stunned.

"Well," Amiya held up a stack of medical journals, "Dr. Kelsey said that you are Mr. Blood."