The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Clang, clang, metal plates fell from the doors and walls. The most advanced acoustic technology uses the principle of "sound wave" cancellation. By processing the sound from the outside, the magic devices built into the walls of each cabin will emit "waves" in the same and opposite directions as the corresponding sound to cancel it out.

Noise-isolating headphones are also made using the above principles and are equipped with bone conduction input and output technology to facilitate communication in noisy environments.

In order to resist the spiritual pollution caused by evil spirits, Ursus has conducted hundreds of years of research on auditory and visual defense.

There was no more mumbling in the control center. The generals who were responsible for coordinating the entire Second Army woke up. The tumors that were crawling like ladybugs under their skin disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"Damn it, they actually used magic to create such a large-scale pollution," a white-haired old man pounded the table angrily.

"The entire tundra will soon become a veritable hell on earth," the man said, adjusting his uniform, his face gloomy, "We are about to become enemies with countless creatures in this snowy land."

"The demons awakened too quickly this time. They destroyed the Kuznetsov and grew to a terrifying size. Ursus's defense line in the tundra collapsed before it was fully established."

The man who spoke was the Chief of Staff of the Second Army.

"Request more reinforcements from Saint Steed Castle...don't let the internal guards come!" He seemed to have thought of something and added hurriedly.

As a soldier who had experienced the military transformation of Ursus, he certainly knew that the bodies of the new generation of internal guards contained fragments of evil spirits.

It cannot be denied that if the inner guards have to face these evil spirits that have grown several times, the possibility of losing control will suddenly increase.

Compared to the battle in Sunset Canyon that year, the demons this time were not too strong.

But now there are only a few Wendigo warriors left in the army...and the crucial point is that the only pure-blooded Wendigo had already left the army.

The main force against the evil spirits is the war sorcerer. Even the most determined shield guards will gradually become distorted in front of those dark and indescribable ghosts with a thousand hands and a hundred eyes. Only the Wendigo who has mastered the altar and witchcraft can fight against the evil spirits with the eternal magic.

Thousands of years ago, Kazdel...The Tikaz Empire ruled the entire Terra. They had to face the invasion of evil demons and sea heirs at the same time, and even countless behemoths wreaked havoc on the earth, but the throne was always stable, and the name of the entire Terra was Kazdel.

This balance was not broken until the Originium fell from the sky along with natural disasters. The royal city fell, the walls collapsed, and the era of one country ruling the world ended.

People from all over the world who were once enslaved by the Demon King rose up in resistance and established their own countries.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, the utilization and understanding of Originium gradually improved, and the industrial level increased, and finally we arrived at the current city-state era.

Bozhukasti knew these equally ancient legends from his ancient blood. He held the halberd and subconsciously raised his shield to charge. But he remembered that he was no longer an Ursus soldier. He was now fighting only for the infected.

He is the shield of the infected.

"March, now," the Patriot looked at the Integration Movement. They had no time to waste.

The tundra will soon become a paradise for evil.

Today, Ursus has the ability to defend its homeland against the tide of evil, but the price will not be light, and the fall of the tundra is inevitable.

The Integration Movement must leave the tundra as soon as possible.

Land vehicle, workshop.

Akado opened the briefcase, took out the magazine of his Guardian Gun, and ejected the bullets.

Skadi on the side looked at the corner of the box curiously.

There was a small glass item placed there, which contained a mixture of azure blue blood and high-concentration Originium powder, emitting a strange glow.

"Haisi's blood? It's... Laurentina."

"It seems to be called this name."

"...where did you meet her."

"I once followed a deep-sea hunter and destroyed a church full of sea heirs."

"Where is she now?" Skadi was far away from the sea, her strength was greatly reduced, and it was difficult for her to sense her compatriots.

"Columbia, Rhine Life, I asked a colleague to help take care of it."

Accardo opened the vial and injected the blood into the bullet.

074. Ultra Summoning, Instant Fusion

An evil demon died, and everything about him was accepted by his fellow men.

When a mortal dies, his fear and body will become food for evil spirits.

War makes the evil more and more powerful.

The black fog that covered the sky turned the tundra into an eternal night without stars or moon.

The only lights were the red and green indicator lights of the high-speed warships and the lightning-like artillery fire.

The Ursus army charged forward with loud whistles. No matter how corrupt the management, how depraved the style, or how extravagant the pursuit of pleasure, all these filths were burned up in the war of blood and steel.

Ursus warriors never retreat.

They will be afraid, but they will not give in, because their motherland is behind them.

The war sorcerer of the Ivan Gonif found that only a few of the spellcasting units around him were activated, and the soldiers who were supposed to be in charge were killed by the evil magic. The evil magic was getting stronger and stronger, and its magic could take away a person's spirit directly by looking at him.

"I need reinforcements," he shouted in the communication channel. Activating a spellcasting unit requires professional training, which ordinary soldiers cannot accomplish.

"I'll do it," said the chief of staff of the Second Army, a retired war sorcerer who could activate more than a dozen spellcasting units at the same time.

Then the Chief of Staff also died. He had resisted the demon's spells to activate those machines, but in return, he was met with scorching cannons in the hands of the warlock. Streams of light poured out like a rainstorm, tearing apart the tentacles covering the landship and piercing the demon's body, causing Him to roar in anger.

The sound waves caused snow to fall all over the ground, and the noise-isolating headphones seemed to be overloaded.

The war wizard looked back at the corpse of the Chief of Staff and whispered through the breath filter, "Good night, General."

He threw away the overloaded staff, and smashed a piece of source stone that he had prepared long ago from his pocket into his palm. He became the infected person he despised the most.

The infected organ has always been the most excellent and sensitive staff since ancient times. The intricate nervous system assimilated by the Originium has a precision that is unmatched by any mechanical component.

He laughed loudly, and for the first time he understood the meaning of the words of the Leitanian poet: "Live a miserable life, die a heroic death."

"Sir, why are you going to the tundra?" the ignorant little girl from the noble family asked at the farewell dinner.

"Hey, miss, a trip through the snow and ice will bring you promotion and wealth," the flattering servant replied, his face full of arrogance.

The War Warlock is a military force comparable to the Wendigo and the Inner Guard. His spells, together with the Wendigo, are enough to tear apart the terrible demons. His military qualities are unquestionable. However, his aristocratic life over the years has made him forget the ideals he originally had when he joined the army.

When the servant uttered those arrogant words, he actually felt agreement and recognition in his heart.

But fortunately, I finally remembered. I became a soldier to protect this country.

That greasy guy really deserves a slap in the face.

As for myself...

The war warlock laughed, and the Originium crystals spread wildly throughout his body. His muscles were disintegrating and his bones were trembling. He was about to burn himself into flames to illuminate the eternal night of this tundra!

"God bless Ursus!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"God bless Ursus! God bless our emperor!" Countless soldiers raised their arms and shouted. They closed their eyes, wore noise-isolating earmuffs, and were hundreds of meters apart, but they managed to speak in unison. The cold wind could not suppress the heat in people's hearts.

They abandoned their ballistae that had long been broken or had run out of ammunition, and rushed out of the landship in teams, carrying siege stakes filled with high-energy explosives.

It was as if the enemy was no longer evil.

They were conquering the enemy city-state for the glory of the emperor.

There was no more fear, only overflowing pride and glory.

The oldest general stood in the power cabin of the landship. His spirit would decay with his body, but his will would not. He gave all the orders, then lit a cigar and took his last breath. He activated the Originium bomb that had been set up long ago.

"This is the Second Army, the evil demons," he finally got rid of the heavy official life in the second half of his life, smiled brightly and cursed angrily.

"Get the hell out of Ursus!"

A huge white light quickly expanded on the horizon, engulfing the dark mountains and rapids. The roar resounded through the sky, the clouds and mist dissipated, and all the distorted monsters were shattered in the flames and shock waves.

"Bang!" Akado pulled the trigger and smashed the head of a bear covered with tentacles. The deformed huge body fell into the snow, surrounded by black mist, and the tentacles that had eyes, nose, mouth, and even limbs lost their power.

He smelled a familiar stench in the splattering blood.

"How come even animals have become part of the evil?" He frowned. "Can mental pollution even change the species itself?"

"This reasoning should be correct," Skadi swung the greatsword that Akado made for her with his blood, and chopped a deformed tumor beast into pieces. "Let's try a few more samples."

075. Fight spiritual pollution with spiritual pollution

"What's that?" Sasha suddenly pointed to the mountains a little further away. A dark mountain emerged from the endless whiteness covered with snow.

Everyone in the team looked up and was horrified.

The black shadow covered the sky, with a vague human outline. The body was like a jelly-like substance covered with scales, with giant claws, and tens of thousands of tentacles instead of arms. He was a mountain walking between heaven and earth, with dark water flowing down the surface of his body, and the water emitting the same dark mist.

When my eyes fell into the darkness, I could hear a lot of whispers lingering in my ears.

"Lower your heads," the patriot roared, his voice booming like thunder, and the guerrillas, regardless of the illusion they were seeing, instinctively lowered their heads because of years of trust.

The Wendigo threw a stone covered with dried blood from his arms onto the snow. The blood strangely glowed bright red again, and the red light spread, surging like ripples.

The members of the Reunion Movement came to their senses, and suddenly there was a clanging sound in their minds, like the sound of close combat, which brought their mental state back to normal.

"Don't look at Him, leave immediately..." the Patriot ordered. He gripped the halberd tightly, stood around the altar, and looked vigilantly at the evil demon in the distance.

Tallulah assembled the troops, "Let's leave."

"Tallulah, Daddy..."

"Only the Wendigo can fight against the demons." She stated the reality. Among the members of the Integration Movement present, except for the Patriots, no one else could fight against the demons. Just looking at each other was enough to take their lives.

"The evil demons broke through the army's defense line?" Akado sat in the co-pilot seat, wiping the guardian gun.

"This one must have evolved ahead of time," Skadi in the driver's seat bit into a compressed biscuit. She certainly had no need for food, she just wanted to taste it.

Skadi pointed to the "mountain" and said, "Look, its body is covered with wounds. The black mist and water are its 'blood'."

Akado looked carefully at the evil demon in the distance.

He will not let his spirit be polluted by evil spirits...the countless souls in the Dead River are part of him.

"It came for me," Skadi said suddenly.

"..." Akado paused as he wiped the guardian gun.

"Let's make a deal," Skadi looked at the Blood Demon, "That big guy is very troublesome for you to deal with. I will solve the unprovoked disaster that I brought upon myself."

"Tell me," Akado never disliked fighting, but he also didn't want to waste his time on meaningless things.

"Help me take care of Rhodes Island, and I will bring you the body of the demon."

Akado removed the magazine and stuffed it back into the briefcase along with the Guardian Gun. "It sounds like I've inherited a big problem."

"If I'm not mistaken, you originally planned to go to Rhodes Island and take Amiya away directly."

"As expected of the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel."

"Have you changed your mind now?" Skadi asked Blood Demon.

"I have no objection to her becoming the next generation Demon King." Akado read the doctor's memory.

“Very similar, right?”

"Just a little, but enough."

After getting the answer, Skadi pushed open the cockpit door and jumped into the snow. "See you in Rhodes Island."

Blood Demon got into the driver's seat and said, "Good luck to you."

The land walker left with the Integration Movement.

The Patriot saw the "girl" who called herself "Skadi" jump out of the lander. He remained silent, put away his halberd, and turned away.

He heard the sound of waves hitting the snow.

The next battle does not belong to humans.

Then, the sky and the earth turned pale, and only the tiny "Agor" was left confronting the huge evil demon like a mountain.

Countless eyes opened on that dark body, staring at "Skadi".

"Ocean, long time no see," As the demon grew, it began to speak human language.

"We've only been apart for a few days, but you can't remember anything. You're an inferior who can't even transcend time and space. How can you talk to me as an equal?" Hai Si said softly, "Even if we're far away from the sea, you won't be my opponent."

The snow-capped mountains melted and turned into a mighty stream that rushed down, faster and more violent than a waterfall, roaring towards the earth.

Skadi does not need the ocean's help.

She is the most turbulent tide.

It's a tsunami.