Ark Undead

"I cannot understand why the emperor was able to tacitly approve it, even though it was proven to be controllable."

Patriot and Helag spoke in riddles. But both of them knew perfectly well what they were talking about.

That is absolutely not a power, but the source of disaster.

Patriot also considered that his acceptance of "its" power might be the source of the disaster that befell him.

But he didn't believe that this was what was called predetermined fate.

Since it was the power he once possessed that allowed him to be chosen and become the former glory of Ursus, he now has the ability to rebel against it and make the one who drew power from him trampled underfoot by his own power.

The fact is, he did it.

Even if it's only temporary.

"So you joined the Reunion Movement because you saw this as an opportunity?"

"Hrag asked."

"You must have been waiting for this day for a long time, right?"

"Yes. I think it's an opportunity. However, I overlooked a lot."

Patriot nodded first, then said with a sigh.

"This country has never been peaceful. Resistance is just a means, but if we don't resist, Ursus will never change."

"The capture of Chernobog is just a plan. Massacre is not my intention. Since we can't solve it from within, we must find a way from the outside."

The Patriots never imagined that Chernobog would be captured simply to allow the Infected to vent their hatred.

He understood perfectly well that slaughter and revenge could not bring a true future; if he wanted to improve the situation of the infected in Ursus, there had to be resistance, even if the road ahead was extremely difficult and uncertain.

"General, you're joining Rhodes Island?"

“Strictly speaking, it’s not exactly joining, but I have indeed been moved by their situation these past few days, Captain.”

Herag said thoughtfully.

"The legacy left by the savior of Kazdel not only made many infected people understand that they needed to resist their current situation, but also enabled those who were capable to come together and seek a way to survive in the most rational way."

“They want to create a world where infected people and normal people can live in harmony. Their approach is to think from both perspectives, rather than just considering the infected people’s side, like your Reunion Movement.”

"To be honest, I trust Rhodes Island more than Reunion. But in terms of results, Reunion has hurt many people, including many of our own."

"..."

The patriot was speechless; he himself had never imagined it would lead to such an outcome.

His original intention was not to massacre; he wanted the infected to have the same status as ordinary people. He was only thinking of the infected, but he did not expect that under the choice of that leader, the Reunion Movement would become like this.

Was it too late for him to realize it? Or was there another reason?

“I don’t want Rhodes Island and Reunion to turn against each other. We are all fighting for the future of the Infected. But your methods are too extreme. Azazel is my treasure, and I cannot entrust him to a person without reason.”

Herag jumped out of the window, gripped his longsword, and looked at the patriot before him.

"Therefore, I will not join the Reunion Movement, and that answer will not change."

Seeing Helag's stance, Patriot understood. Even if he used force, he couldn't change the outcome.

Moreover, Hrag is right; the current Reunification Movement does indeed have many problems, and these problems are gradually leading to a dead end.

"It's been so long since we last met, I'm getting a little itchy to do it."

Herag smiled, his laughter belying his age; his powerful, unrestrained laughter conveyed his surging fighting spirit with just his voice.

"How about it, want to have a match? Let's settle this matter here!"

Helag didn't want the Patriots to return empty-handed; he wanted to put an end to this matter in the Patriots' minds.

Azazel is a clinic created for the infected, not for thugs.

But the patriot shook his head.

"General, I will not be your enemy. Nor will I draw my sword against you."

Patriot looked at Helag in front of him.

"Ursus is sick. You and I are both doctors; it's just a matter of seeing whose skills are superior."

"Okay."

Herag paused for a moment, then lowered his right hand, which was poised to draw its sword.

"Then let's see whose choice is right and whose choice is wrong."

He couldn't help but approach the patriot.

"Once things are settled in Chernobog, come visit Rhodes Island. The children of Azazel are also very interested in your story."

Patriot is a legend, and that has nothing to do with his military rank. It's simply because of his deeds that he deserves the title of legend.

For the young children of Ursus, they grew up listening to these stories of generals and legends.

Patriot nodded in agreement.

"I adopted a girl. She makes me proud. If I could, I would go."

The red light in the patriot's eyes dimmed slightly.

"Take her with you."

"That's a deal then, no breaking your promise!"

Herag revealed a warm smile. Over the years in Azazel, all the ferocity in him had faded, and he had become the gentle old man he was today.

"it is good."

Patriot nodded and gladly accepted Hrag's invitation.

The two stretched out their hands, grasped each other's palms, and then exerted a slight force on their own sides, their shoulders bumping together before quickly separating.

They were once on the same battlefield, and now they are doing the same thing.

"That's all for now. The rescue team might need my help, so I'll head back to camp."

Herag took two steps back and said.

"Rhodes Island can accept the conscience of the Reunion Movement members. But it will not allow a leader of the Reunion Movement to be so close to the camp. Especially since this leader was once a legend of Ursus."

"My shield guards will always help you, until you leave."

As Patriot spoke, he picked up the halberd and shield that were placed beside him, and turned to leave.

Goodbye, General.

Herag looked at the majestic figure and nodded slightly.

Goodbye, Captain.

written request for leave

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219. Waiting for the right opportunity

"I don't know if you can understand, but this is no longer something we can do just because we want to."

Shattered Bones put the gun aside, sat on the hollowed-out wooden crate, and turned to look at the Kingslayer beside him.

"I guarantee those Lungmen cops will be in the slums within hours, once they get the search warrant. And who knows, that Rat King might even be helping them."

The regicide didn't care about any of that. She hunched over, walked into the house, found a soft sofa, sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief after feeling a little better.

Hearing what the Broken Bones said, how could the King Killer not understand? But she knew that she couldn't stay in this state forever.

"My Originium Arts aren't omnipotent; they can't always help you escape danger. Cough..."

The Kingslayer coughed, took a bottle out of her pocket, and waved it in front of the broken bones.

"See this? I got it from the doctor. It's not a cure for Oripathy, but it allows me to use Originium Arts for a few hours without being too affected."

"But there are only a few left inside, and there's very little left, which means we don't have much time left."

As he spoke, the kingslayer pulled open his clothes, revealing his upper body bound with bandages.

“You have no idea what I went through in Chernobog; you’ve only heard a little about it. But those things are still inside me, and sometimes I can feel a tingling sensation. Especially when I use Originium Arts, it feels like an electric shock.”

The regicide gritted her teeth, shifted her posture, took out some medicinal powder from the side, and began to prepare to change the bandages.

The injury has not yet fully healed, and the damage caused by the lightning still lingers in my body.

Otherwise, how could it be said that the Kingslayer was forcing himself to come and help the Bonebreaker?

Mephisto's death not only threw many things that were originally under his jurisdiction into disarray, but also caused a severe shortage of manpower. In addition, with Faust's disappearance, the entire Reunion Movement's leadership lost nearly a third of its fighting force.

This put a lot of pressure on all the leaders.

"Actually, you didn't have to come to Lungmen. We could have accomplished it even without you."

Broken Bones shrugged and told the truth.

"It will definitely take longer."

"And your lives are not guaranteed. You may find something, but you will definitely die here."

The kingslayer spoke again, then cut open the bandages on his body, revealing the bloody, mangled wounds underneath.

Shattered Bones turned his head away, refusing to look at the kingslayer's wound, as the location was rather embarrassing.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the Kingslayer gritted his teeth, applied the medicine powder, threw the blood-stained bandage aside, and then rewrapped it with clean medical bandage.

After wrapping the wound, she took out a syringe from her small bag and injected it into her neck.

It took several minutes for the injection to fully take effect.

The kingslayer, panting, tossed the syringe packaging aside, his breathing gradually calming down.

"Alright, what should we do next?"

After treating his wounds, the Kingslayer smirked as the pain in his body was relieved by the injection of inhibitor.