The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"It's fine to take in moderation. Don't underestimate my magic."

"..."

There was a faint sound of conversation in her ears. Yelena opened her eyes with difficulty.

Ha, this Carters girl who grew up in the tundra also longs to survive.

What comes into view are rose-like eyes.

Skadi, who was wearing a hooded coat, took off his mask, lowered his hood, and looked at Yelena quietly.

"Yes, it's Skadi. Am I still alive?" The girl lying on the hospital bed was as white as the snow on the tundra, so white without any blood, just like the blood demon who was about to leave the room.

"Of course you're still alive, Yelena," Skadi touched her forehead, feeling very cold, "Welcome to Rhodes Island."

095. Kulushiel wants to be

In Yelena's ward, the soldiers of the Snow Monster Squad were crying together.

"Sister! If..." Someone was crying to express his joy.

"Shut up!" His companion tapped him on the forehead, "Don't disturb my sister's rest!"

"Oh oh oh, you need to rest, rest," the snow monster closed his mouth in shame.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Yelena said weakly, "Come in."

Tallulah walked into the crowded ward carrying two metal lunch boxes. She was stunned for a moment, "So many people? What a mess! You guys are going to leave right after visiting. Is this how you guys rest?"

The members of the Yeti Squad left in disgrace.

The lunch box was placed on Yelena's bedside table.

"Thank you," Yelena looked at Tallulah.

"One was made by Alina in the cafeteria kitchen, and another..." Tallulah was a little confused. The two metal lunch boxes provided by the Rhode Island cafeteria looked exactly the same. "And another one was a nutritious meal someone sent me on the road."

"The operators of Rhodes Island are so enthusiastic..." Yelena opened the lunch box closest to her, "There are no carrots. It seems that this is a nutritious meal. It looks pretty good."

"Can I try some too?" Tallulah asked tentatively. She was a little curious about what the so-called nutritious meal tasted like.

She has never eaten it.

From Longmen to the Duchy of Koschei in Ursus, everyone lived a life of luxury.

Once you enter the tundra, you have to eat raw meat and drink blood twice, and you will be considered a success if you have something to eat.

Nutritional meals, which are only provided in sanatoriums or hospitals, are almost never available to Tallulah.

Yelena touched the edge of the lunch box with her finger, and she subconsciously retracted her finger because it was so hot. "Of course, our leader."

Tallulah took out two disposable tableware from her pocket, gave one to Yelena, and used a plastic fork to pick up a round piece of dough that looked like mochi and put it in her mouth.

"How does it taste?" Yelena asked her curiously.

"..." Tallulah covered her mouth and rushed out. Before leaving, she grabbed the box of nutritious meal and threw it into the trash can.

*

It's been more than half a year.

Akado was dreaming again.

The location of the dream was the border world that I had dreamed of before. But this time, it was not an APEX competition.

The cosmic commercial empire called IMC launched brutal plunder in one star system after another, destroying planets and depriving them of all available resources. The inhabitants who lost their living environment died in despair. In order to resist this organization that abandoned conscience, the rebel army SRS was born. They united those who harbored hatred and launched an armed struggle against the IMC for hundreds of years.

"Acardo", no, he should be called Jack Cooper...

There are jagged rocks, lush trees, flowing water, and countless infrared lasers scanning back and forth in the darkness.

"Are you okay, Pilot?" the huge machine leaned over and asked.

"Of course. Who are you?"

"I'm BT7274, a Vanguard-class Titan. I belong to the Rebel SRS, the Marauder Corps. You can call me BT."

"BT... Got it."

Akado held the "gun" in his hand and looked around. Countless mechanical soldiers were slowly approaching.

"Can I trust you, BT?"

"Protocol One: Connect with the Pilot."

"Protocol Two: Stick to the mission."

BT7274 opened the cockpit and said, "Pilot, let's fight side by side."

.......

Fire, mercenaries, arcs of electricity. The barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead, scorching hot.

"Hand over the Ark, or I'll blow your Pilot's head off," the mercenary threatened the battered Titan.

"I counted to three. One, two..."

The cockpit suddenly popped open, revealing a mass of something emitting a faint blue light.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Protocol Three: Protect the Pilot..." A faint mechanical voice sounded in the cockpit.

A line of small text appeared on the helmet's holographic display screen.

"Trust me, Cooper."

......

At the end of the dream, there was a bright light that distorted time and space, and the entire planet fell apart in an instant.

The escape pod created flames in the dim sky and fell into the boundless universe.

Akado woke up suddenly, only to find some strange things in his bed.

Klothir?

The Blood Demon was silent. He grabbed the collar of his fellow descendant and said, "You'd better explain to me why you are here."

"Hey, teacher," the girl slept and crawled into his arms, "We haven't seen each other for many years. Let me lean on you and sleep for a while... huh?!"

Rhode Island's chief engineer was thrown to the ground.

Of course, Akado was aware that someone was approaching, but he didn't pay any attention to the familiar smell.

He thought that Quill had something to say, so he prepared to finish the dream first.

I didn't expect it was me...

A student with a dirty mind.

The trendy culture and city-state network from Columbia taught Kalsil many "practical" ideas.

such as.

Teacher-student love.

God knows what's going on in this girl's mind. She proposed to me several times.

Akado rubbed his fists, ready to help Klushier recall the lessons lost over the years.

096. Kloshiel in the attic

Verna is an ordinary Sarkaz girl.

She was born in an equally ordinary family.

Bathing in the glory of the devil, enjoying the justice of the law, you can carry your schoolbag and go to school with your friends. Suddenly, at dusk, when the school bell rings, you can lie under the elm tree on the hill behind the school to enjoy the cool, the evening breeze gently blows your hair, and in the distance, vendors carry bamboo baskets to sell ripe fruits, and their shouts echo in the gradually darkening night. Then the tired feathered beasts fly back to the forest, rest and sleep again, leaving behind a series of melodious cries.

Wilna then put on her schoolbag, reluctantly left the back mountain, stepped on the bluestone slabs that had been used by many vehicles, and returned to her home. Going home meant starting to do homework, and there were people supervising and pointing fingers at her.

I opened the door, but there was no light. The room was dark and no lights were on.

Huh? No one's home? Verna walked in cautiously.

With a click, all the lights in the house were lit up in an instant, and colorful ribbons fell from the top of the head.

A dozen Sarkaz sat in the living room, looking at Verna with a smile, "Happy birthday, Verna!"

"Please bring in the cake," said the woman with a few wrinkles on her face gently.

On the small coffee table next to Verna there was an exquisitely decorated gift box.

"So today is my birthday?" Werna was a little surprised.

"Hey, little birthday boy, how come you even forgot your own birthday?" The usually strict father rarely showed a gentle smile.

Yeah, how could I forget my birthday?

Verna picked up the gift box, and the scenery in front of her changed quietly.

The floor was no longer made of neat wooden boards, the carved stone chandelier in the living room had disappeared, the walls were charred, and the sofa was tattered and leaking cotton.

The room was bare, without a trace of furniture. The broken windows were sealed shut with wooden bars and the corners were crudely nailed shut.

My father had a broken leg and was wrapped in bandages, leaning against the sofa, dying.

She was alone in the living room with her dying father.

What he was holding in his hand was not a gift box containing a birthday cake.

It was just a small bloodstained iron box containing bandages and alcohol.

Today is the 17th day of the Gauls' siege on the city, and it is also Verna's birthday. Her mother takes her to the ruins to look for useful supplies.

The Gauls were attacking the city again. They poured highly toxic liquid into the shells, and then dropped them from the sky accompanied by fire and shock waves, spreading the vaporized poison mist into the streets and alleys.

The always gentle woman protected Verna all the way back home, but she herself died in the poisonous fog - she gave the only gas mask to her daughter.

Verna took off her gas mask and placed it on the small coffee table beside her, "Father, are you okay?"

Her voice grew deeper and deeper.

No reply.

The Sarkaz man just leaned against the sofa, quiet and silent, with his eyes closed, as if he had a beautiful dream and didn't want to wake up.

In 17 days, an entire family was dismembered, and relatives and friends died in and outside the city.

The small iron box fell to the ground, and the alcohol in the plastic bottle made a dull sound when it hit the iron box.

War is a terrible thing.

A happy and peaceful life is like a thin piece of white paper that can be easily torn into pieces.

The city gate was broken, and the Gaul cavalry trampled the streets and rushed into the city, igniting the Sarkaz's desperate resistance with a raging fire.

The fire burned and the house collapsed.

A shining dagger fell into her sight.

"Happy birthday, Verna."

Ordinary Verna died in the fire.

Walking out of the flames was a Sarkaz warrior with burns all over his body.

She swung her dagger and pierced the throat of the arsonist Gallic cavalryman, drawing a long string of blood.

"Oh, so you have such a past, Verna."

In the attic, the young Blood Demon sat at the head of the bed, somewhat surprised that the butler was actually a veteran who had retired from the battlefield.

Verna, whose hair had already turned gray, smiled and pulled the quilt over the girl. "Miss, I know you like those machines more than fighting..."

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" The girl looked around, afraid that those annoying old guys would hear her and nag her all day long.

"Okay, okay, I really do hate fighting," the girl sighed, "When I grow up, I will move out of this house that sounds so decadent and decayed!"

So more than ten years passed.

The Blood Demon moved to another attic, locked the door, connected the cables and the Internet, and spent day and night with the engine oil and computers.

Klushier has no interest in her talent in Originium arts, calling herself "quite unorthodox", and has no intention of developing her fighting abilities as a blood demon.