The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"Oh, that's me, what's wrong?"

"That's it..." The little rabbit's ears jumped a little, and he took out a thick booklet from the pile of publications a little embarrassedly, "Dr. Warfarin, do you know Accardo?"

"Acardo...why are you asking this name?" Huafalin's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

Amiya put the publication on the desk beside her, holding the "Battlefield Self-Save Guide" with a faint blush in her smile, "Actually... I don't know why, I always feel that the name of the author of this book makes me feel inexplicably familiar and kind."

"I don't know this guy."

"But you are the author..."

Huafalin's face was as cold as frost. "I don't know him!"

"Hmm..." This was the first time Amiya saw Huafarin lose her composure like this. She pursed her lips in grievance and left the medical department with those medical journals.

Hua Falin took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. No matter how many years had passed, every time she heard that person's name, she always felt an unspeakable palpitation.

Maybe it's because I invested too much, so when I let go, it became bloody. Until now, I can still clearly remember every second of pain and sadness.

Acardo had left a deep impression on her life. If she wanted to forget it, she would have to forget all her medical knowledge first.

......

The monster tainted by blood finally died. It had completed its mission.

Only more than two hundred mercenaries survived in the forest.

The people sent by Tracy actually accounted for nearly half of the team.

Check Garson's status. Garson is the leader of the entire mercenary team...Oh, Garson is Tracy's subordinate, that's fine.

The surviving mercenaries began looking for a new boss.

"Hedley? How's Hedley?"

"I think so. I heard that he has been fighting on the battlefield for decades and is still alive."

"..."

"Hey, Hedley," W finished his pancake and kicked the Sarkaz who was squatting on the ground beside him, thinking hard, "What are you thinking about?!"

"I was thinking... if I met that Majesty, how should I talk to him?"

"You'll know when you meet him," W kicked him again, "Now get up!"

She pulled Hedley by the back of his collar and lowered her voice, "That bastard Garson is dead. Now we are in need of a leader. You have to seize the opportunity and take the position quickly."

"Hey, you're still thinking about controlling the mercenary group? If we leave the tundra, Tracy will definitely send people to kill us."

"Pig! There's a blood demon here. Have you forgotten who he is?"

"Hiss—" Hedley took a deep breath of the cold air of the tundra and coughed repeatedly. "I understand. We are going to become his subordinates? But he should not need the help of us mercenaries."

"So we're heading to Babel's old unit, which seems to be called Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals now? Acardo will be heading there too."

"How dare you address His Majesty by his first name?!"

"Hey, you can call me whatever you want. If you have any objections, I'll just treat you to potatoes." W weighed the Originium bomb in his hand.

Hedley stopped talking nonsense. While the mercenary group was in a state of disunity, he had to seize the position of leader as soon as possible.

Inès glanced at W. "Ms. Kal'tsit seems to have made some special deal with you, making you willing to give up your hard-earned freedom and return to the Tower of Babel...return to Rhodes Island."

"..." W looked towards the gray sky of the tundra, his expression full of dissatisfaction.

"Instead of asking these questions, why not try to figure out how to survive in this damn place first?"

"You are as rude as ever," Inès twisted her hair with her fingers, "But the tundra is really too cold. If you walk away from the campfire for an hour or two, the kettle will be full of ice."

As she spoke, she picked up the small iron kettle at her waist and shook it. There was no sound at all and it was completely frozen.

069. Favorite sport is ()

The Patriot had an axe in hand and was easily chopping at the pile of wood in front of him.

The shield guards loaded it onto a cart and took it to a large tent in the camp to start a fire.

The friction between the awl and the firewood caused the fire to burn vigorously.

Alina stood by the fire, her face full of anxiety.

The high-intensity march in the tundra made many infected people's bodies unable to bear it. Along the way, they inevitably passed through some places where natural disasters had occurred, and the mineral disease quietly worsened.

Since the past few days, infected people have fallen one after another. They have high fever, vomiting, dizziness, unbearable pain in the lesions, and some even have serious hallucinations. An Ursus shield guard who has received professional battlefield medical training said that this is a complication caused by the acute onset of mineral disease. If the disease is not relieved in time with drugs, the patient is likely to die according to the climate of the tundra.

The guerrillas could find food and water, but it was absolutely impossible to find medicine on the tundra.

Their sources of medicine and equipment have always been the mines and military fortresses located in the snow.

But with army reinforcements constantly being sent into the tundra, looting the mines was as difficult as attacking a small city.

In the past, those buildings were trapped in the heavy snow, and no city nobles were willing to respond to the communication signals sent out. As time went by, the interior naturally decayed and rotted into the most primitive state. The management tried every means to make fun of it. The military quality of the soldiers on guard was ridiculously poor, which was an insult to the title of "Ursus soldiers". But the situation is different now. Those high-speed warships speeding in the snow are terribly sensitive to various signals. The recruitment notices issued by the Integration Movement were intercepted by them, and they were given warnings with bad words.

The remaining members of the Integration Movement are all literate, obedient, and ideal people worth shaping.

It is impossible for the patriots to risk the death of these valuable talents by forcibly raiding mines or fortresses that can be supported by warships at any time.

Alina stood beside the fire, extremely anxious. She had also experienced acute oripathy and knew how uncomfortable it was, but there were still medicines at that time!

Now? Just gauze and alcohol...

Especially the children, those whose mineralogy is getting worse, how are they going to survive? !

The Elafia girl couldn't help crying when she saw the boys and girls who had surrounded her and called her sister a few days ago lying in their spread-out sleeping bags, repeatedly going between coma and awakening from pain. How desperate must they be? They finally got a chance to live. Those teenagers were supposed to see the sky beyond the tundra. They spent a month crossing most of the tundra, and only had a few hundred miles left to go, but they were going to die of mineral sickness.

The Patriot walked in, "We have a doctor in our camp, nearby."

He also felt a sense of urgency. The remaining members of the integration movement were either reserve members of the guerrillas or determined idealists. Losing any of them would be a huge loss.

Money can buy sophisticated weapons, and time can train skilled warriors, but neither of them can buy a passionate vision.

The original intention of the integration movement was to save the infected, which is also the patriot's entire hope for the rest of his life.

He could even ask the blood demon for help.

Anyway...it's not something to be ashamed of.

"Cure the infected," Akado built a bonfire in the snow and watched Quill and Skadi playing snowball fights in the distance.

How come Hai Si Chusheng has such a hobby... Well, it should be the doctor's hobby. From my memory, I can tell that he is a pretty naughty guy in daily life.

After the Patriot brought a white-haired, blue-eyed Elafia girl here, he returned to the camp to take care of the patients. The longer the march was delayed in the tundra, the greater the death rate of those patients and other infected people would be.

Alina bowed deeply to Akado, "Please help me heal my companions!"

"I can't cure mineral sickness." The blood demon pokes at the bonfire with his hands, not afraid of the flames at all. He can even put his arm around Miss Nian's shoulder, and the temperature of more than a thousand degrees does not seem to make him lose his composure.

"Even if it is, you can provide some medicine, please!" Alina couldn't find any reason to ask the stranger in front of her for help, but she could only abandon her dignity and reserve and beg with pale and powerless words. As a leader, Tallulah could not be allowed to do such a thing, so it could only be done by Alina.

"Everything has a price, you know?"

"......" The girl suddenly trembled, "I know."

"I am the Blood Devil," Akado tossed a burning block of wood back and forth in his hands, "Let me taste your blood, and I will heal those infected."

Alina's face turned pale in an instant, "...Okay, I agree, but please save those patients."

"I can't guarantee that it can be cured, but I will do my best," the Blood Demon extinguished the flame in his hand.

"Now, go inside the land runner and someone will show you where the bathroom is. Take a shower."

"?!" Alina seemed to think of something inappropriate for children, and her cheeks flushed red, but she still responded softly, then buried her head and walked into the land vehicle.

Akado had no expression on his face, but he didn't bother to explain. He just wanted to disinfect the food...

070. Tallulah has no snakes

In the temporary camp of the Integration Movement, Tallulah took a map of the southern part of the tundra and planned the route of the Integration Movement's departure. The map was found in the manager's study after the Patriot led a team to attack a mine a year ago.

The condition of the wounded is very serious and we can't delay any longer...

Food and clothing are things that need to be carefully planned and used...

As for Alina, Tallulah wanted to ask her right-hand man about the statistics of supplies. These chores were usually handled by Alina.

An infected child with short white hair suddenly broke into the tent, panting.

"Sister Talulah! Sister Alina...she was captured by the blood demon!" His voice was hoarse, and Originium crystals could be seen growing in his throat.

"Blood Demon?!" Tallulah looked at the child who came in in surprise, "Ino, what happened?"

"Sister Alina is missing," Ino coughed a few times, his face turning pale. He caught a cold during the days of marching in the tundra. "An uncle from the guerrillas said that she went to look for the blood demon behind the camp!"

Blood Demon... Tallulah certainly knew Akado, but her understanding of him was limited to the level of "Skadi's friend, who once knew the Patriot". The former had the ability to help her get rid of the Black Snake's shackles, and the latter was a legendary general of Ursus. If he could be related to these two people, he must not be a simple person.

According to the reputation of the blood demon and various terrifying rumors...

Alina, isn't this dangerous?! Tallulah's expression froze.

"I understand," she forced herself to calm down, then hurried out of the tent.

The black snake that occupied her mind has been removed by Skadi. No matter what choices she makes next, no matter how bad the ending is, no matter how cruel and indifferent the reality is, she will have to face it one by one.

*

"What are you doing here?" Miss Nian sat on the sofa, but the sofa did not catch fire. God knows how she controlled her body temperature. But if you think about it, it is true. If the giant beast cannot even control its own power, then it is useless for the people of Da Yan to worship and admire it for thousands of years.

Alina took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "Mr. Accardo asked me to come up and take a shower..."

"Oh, the bathroom is over there," Nian pointed in a direction. She never thought that Akado would do something bad to this little girl from the Elafia tribe.

If this 200-year-old blood demon was really into love affairs, he would have attacked me long ago. The humanoid body of the giant beast was flawless and perfect, almost in line with the aesthetics of all humans, and it was to the extent that it could bring back homosexuals.

Akado used the power of the Demon King to implant the mark of slavery in Nian's body. As long as he gave orders through the crown, Nian could not resist and had to obey.

Although it's a bit narcissistic to say this...

Miss Nian was quite confident in her charm. She pinched her pair of white thighs, which were round and straight without a trace of fat.

Maybe the blood demon didn't want his daughter to learn bad things?

If Akado really wants to do something to me that involves that aspect... I will definitely fight to the death, otherwise I will suffer a great loss. Nian rubbed his cheeks, picked up a book written in Ursus on the table and started reading it to kill time.

There was a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

White vapor filled the air.

The warm water splashed on her body, but Alina's face became more and more red. She looked down at her well-developed body. Her white skin was slightly pink under the light and water, which was particularly attractive. However, the fragments of Originium crystals growing on her broke this beautiful and imaginative feeling... Just kidding! If those men really had dirty thoughts, the Originium crystals exposed on her body, which were almost negligible, would not be enough to make them fear and retreat.

Especially for those who are infected, they will not care about the extent of their infection.

Alina sighed, found a bottle of Ursus shampoo on the iron rack nearby, and squeezed some on her hair.

The first time I used expensive daily necessities, it was for something shameful...

That's the deal, right?

For the sick Reunion infected.

Compared to begging those fat and big-eared officials in the city-state, at least Alina doesn't feel particularly disgusted with Akado, who is absolutely outstanding in appearance.

She was washing her body, and when her fingers touched her skin, she felt a strange electric shock-like sensation.

"Is anyone using the bathroom?" Quill cautiously poked its little head out of the room.

"Yes," Nian replied.

"It's a stranger," Quill glanced at a pair of fur-stitched boots outside the bathroom.

"..."

Alina, wait for me!

Tallulah ran wildly in the snow with fire in her eyes.

In a physical sense, there really was a flame looming behind her.

Several guerrilla members who followed out were chasing after him.

071. Who said that deer blood is nutritious?

A piece of wood was thrown into the fire, splashing scattered flames. Two shield guards carried a huge carcass back to the camp, threw the carcass into the snow, drained the blood, removed the fur and organs, cut the meat, and then grilled it on wooden sticks soaked in water. No seasoning was used, and there was not much salt left, so they did not intend to waste it on the grilled meat.