Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

"Yes, Mr. Patriot, an unidentified aircraft just tried to approach, but we have already detected and repelled it!" The patrol captain who first discovered the situation stepped forward and gave a brief report.

It turned out that in addition to the large aircraft, a slightly smaller aircraft arrived nearby at low altitude. Taking advantage of the fact that the former had attracted a lot of attention, it planned to drop personnel into the core city. However, it was quickly discovered by the sentries and returned empty-handed under fire suppression.

“Very good, you remember my training. Now, continue on guard!” Patriot nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

“Sir, please wait a moment.” The captain hesitated for a moment, then suddenly called out to Patriot.

"what?"

“In the previous communications channel, a squad talked about the situation in Lungmen. It is said that our comrades in charge of reconnaissance sent back news that a large number of refugees had left Lungmen. Does this mean that things have already…” He paused and voiced his doubts.

In fact, the message had already spread rapidly to all the remaining teams through shortwave radio and word of mouth among the infected. The veteran members remained relatively calm, but some ordinary members panicked and even spread outrageous rumors that "the battle of Lungmen has been a complete failure and Talulah is going to lead everyone to their deaths."

Before he could finish speaking, a spear was pressed against his throat.

"Fortunately, you are Talulah's men. If you were to spread rumors and undermine morale within the guerrilla forces, you would be executed!" Patriot said coldly, glancing around at the tense patrol members. "Trust is the cornerstone upon which any organization is built. You are all veterans, yet you have disappointed me greatly!"

"I'm sorry, I spoke recklessly." The captain looked ashamed and dared not look Patriot in the eye again.

"Tell me, where did the news first come from?" Patriot pressed on, seeing that his unease had been suppressed once again.

"It might be a small team in the city. I'm very sorry, we don't know the specific source either," the captain replied, frowning and uncertainly.

"Alright, I'll handle it! Now, return to your posts!" Patriot didn't press him any further and led several guerrilla fighters into the city.

Even these veteran members who have come all the way from the tundra have been shaken by the rumors; ordinary members are probably in even worse shape. In order to prevent distrust from spreading like a plague, action must be taken.

Ultimately, it was because the development was too rapid, neglecting the issue of personnel training. If it were the old Reunification Movement, it would never have been affected by this. Thinking of this, he glanced at the top floor of the control tower in the distance with a complicated expression.

He had considered his daughter's doubts, but the Reunion Movement was currently the banner of the Infected, the first name they could hear and rely on. If it fell apart from within, no matter what the outcome, it would undermine the Infected's confidence in their future struggle.

Therefore, even with such concerns, until Talulah truly reveals her schemer side, he will remain a patriot loyal to the Reunion Movement.

Moreover, when he went to see Talulah before, she showed enough sincerity in their conversation and even handed over the only core city control key she currently possessed, which undoubtedly regained Patriot's trust.

The most urgent task at present is to find the source of the rumors and deal with those who undermine morale!

"No, there's an enemy, infiltrating the core city! This is...their doing!" Patriot realized something and abruptly stopped. "And they...know the internal code...we have a traitor among us!"

……

"The central area is just ahead. As the most heavily fortified area in Chernobog, it has a built-in circulation system, and the area below has been filled with concrete, so we can no longer rely on the support layer passage." Qin Duanyu led the operators to the ground and pointed to the towering command tower in the distance.

“Even in this warehouse area, the number of enemies has increased further, which means that the number of battles we will have with the Reunion Movement will increase dramatically in the future.” Amiya checked the map and added, “However, the reconnaissance team has already infiltrated ahead of time and will send us a message later with the support of the special operations team. So far, everything is going smoothly.”

Soon, a simple patrol route map was sent back by SCOUT. With the help of this intelligence, coupled with Qin Duanyu's perception ability, the team easily avoided a large number of enemies.

As for the Reunion Movement members stationed at key transportation routes, their sentries were eliminated first, and then operators such as ACE and Rosemary launched a frontal assault, giving the enemy no chance to send out any information. They managed to get through the journey without any major incidents.

As they rounded a corner, Kal'tsit suddenly stopped.

"All operators, put on your protective gear immediately." She said in a serious tone, then looked at Amiya, who was full of doubt, "Didn't you feel it? Don't rely entirely on your emotional senses, Amiya."

"There's an unusual energy fluctuation in the air... filled with the aura of death. Is it Sarkaz Originium Arts?" Upon hearing this, the little rabbit closed its eyes, stretched out its hand, and then frowned as it spoke.

After everyone had put on their protective gear and slowly made their way forward, a defensive fortification of the Reunion Movement came into view.

These soldiers were better equipped, and the configuration of various combat personnel was also extremely reasonable. In addition to the mortar positions at the rear, several tall warriors wearing heavy armor and holding giant shields could even be seen.

If it weren't for the fact that the equipment was battered and slightly worn, and the details were a little different, such as the eagle emblem on the shoulders symbolizing the Ursus Empire being erased, and the shield being tattooed with the Reunion Movement's symbol, it would be clear that it was the Ursus Shield Guard that he had once commanded.

Patriots' guerrillas!

However, unlike the brief encounter at the sarcophagus altar, in addition to the Ursus soldiers, there were also Sarkaz mercenaries in the position. These extremely troublesome enemies were guarding a huge platform.

The platform was engraved with unsettling patterns and emitted ominous red light from time to time. A red crystal floated in the center, emitting visible energy as the red light spread. Although no one knew what the crystal's effects were, no one would want to try it.

“The ancient Sarkaz ritual, which operates on its own after it takes shape, does not belong to any modern magical system.” Kal’tsit looked at the dark red crystal and said thoughtfully, “This technology, which is impossible for modern countries to use, is only passed down among the ancient Sarkaz and the scattered Sargon tribes.”

“Ordinary Sarkaz mercenaries cannot use this kind of magic. Only ancient warriors who have studied magic in Kazdel can successfully perform this ritual. The performer does not even need to be a sorcerer…” Amiya said with some difficulty.

Whoever set up the altar must be an extremely formidable opponent, and considering the existence of the guerrillas, the opponent's name is already obvious.

"In short, everyone prepare for battle. Our protective gear can only offer limited protection against this kind of magic, so we must be extremely careful during the fight." Kal'tsit said, glancing specifically at Qin Duanyu, "Especially you, Doctor. Mystery is the best weapon against mystery!"

Then, Qin Duanyu was shocked to discover that the strange energy fluctuations emanating from the altar had greatly blocked his perception ability, and even his mental communication was suppressed, with the radius reduced to only about fifty meters.

It felt like he had just crawled out of the sarcophagus. The sudden compression of his senses was like being used to pulling the camera to its furthest point in League of Legends, and then suddenly having to scroll the wheel to zoom in. It made him feel a little awkward.

Worse still, as he approached the altar, his brain began to throb with pain for no apparent reason, as if something was struggling to break free.

P.S.: I'll be meeting my father-in-law in the next chapter.

Lately, I don't know what's wrong, but the author's words are no longer automatically formatted, which is really annoying.

Section 374, Chapter 89: Your Daughter's Needle and Embroidery

Cannibalism ritual.

This somewhat frightening name is what people in the primitive era called magic techniques.

Chaotic energy seeped outward from the core of the Originium, forming visible magical vortexes that created a terrifying environment that stripped away life force. An ordinary person with no protection would turn into a dried corpse after just one baptism.

This mysterious and evil spell cannot be explained by modern Originium Arts theory. If it were the Lungmen Guard, who were completely unprepared for it, or modern combat forces from other countries, even if they were equipped with genius sorcerers and scholars like Skyfire and Eyjafjalla, they would definitely have a hard time dealing with it.

After all, they didn't even understand the principles, let alone take precautions. It's easy to imagine the heavy losses those teams would suffer after rashly attacking the core city. Fortunately, they had the all-knowing Kal'tsit among them.

“However, setting up such a ceremony at the intersection means we are very close to our goal. This is definitely the only way to the control tower.” After her headache subsided slightly, Qin Duanyu tried to clear her chaotic thoughts. “Everyone, prepare for battle. First, find those messengers carrying radios and take them out before they notify more enemies.”

Unlike the enemy who used shortwave radio, the presence of the altar created extremely chaotic signals in the surrounding area. Qin Duanyu and his team were able to maintain smooth communication with each other only thanks to the capabilities of the special operations team.

The Patriots' soldiers, however, clearly lacked such specialized personnel. They used ultra-shortwave radios, with a communication range of only about 100 meters, acting as relay stations to communicate with each other and communicating through a special language.

If any of the communications soldiers in a group falls silent, it will raise considerable alarm. Moreover, this code is not a coded message, but an extremely profound and complex language. Alex only knows a few words, and if he tries to impersonate someone, he will be exposed in no time.

In other words, to break through this checkpoint with minimal losses, all the messenger squads in the area must be eliminated first.

"Doctor, are you really recovered? Why don't you rest for a while and leave the reconnaissance mission to us?" Amiya asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, I'm doing great. But you, stop acting all grown-up. Some things are better left to adults to handle. Just be a little rabbit... that's much better!" Qin Duanyu said casually, then used her suppressed senses to mark the enemy's location for the operators.

Amiya had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but Qin Duanyu took the time to hand her a piece of candy and gently patted her head. This gesture, which was no different from usual, temporarily put her worries at ease.

Forget it, let's deal with the enemy in front of us first!

“First, there are four groups of messengers scattered throughout the abandoned building across the street. Then there are messengers patrolling in small teams in the shopping mall to the left of the altar,” Qin Duanyu said, listing the locations one by one. “But they are definitely not the only targets. There are definitely more messengers hidden nearby.”

"I...found three groups." Rosemary suddenly opened her eyes and pointed to several locations.

"There are two groups here, the reconnaissance team can handle them!" SCOUT's voice came through the headset.

Soon, the locations of the messengers were determined one by one, and Amiya also divided the operators into several combat teams according to their characteristics. Qin Duanyu, who had no combat ability, was of no use and was assigned to Kal'tsit to stay in place and monitor the situation inside the fortifications.

"Then I'll wait here for your good news. The intensity of this operation will far exceed that of the past, so be sure to be mentally prepared. However, after you complete the mission, I can grant you a long leave. How about we go to Siesta again?" Qin Duanyu waved to them and said with a smile.

All the operators present, except for SCOUT, had good memories in Siesta. Upon hearing his promise, they couldn't help but smile knowingly and headed to the ambush location with great enthusiasm.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think my mask looks cool today?" Qin Duanyu turned around and found the lynx staring at him in a daze.

“If I remember correctly, you took a sanity potion before leaving the support layer, right? But why are you behaving so strangely…” Kal'tsit also realized something was wrong and asked.

"Maybe it's because Bo wants to eat ice cream, but he's already tired of the strawberry flavor. Let's try a special version with a different flavor. How about chocolate?" Qin Duanyu interrupted her, speaking meaningfully.

The lynx's cheeks turned as red as tomatoes, and it temporarily lost its ability to think.

……

"All the nearby relay points are silent. Is it a problem with the equipment of one of the groups? No, something's wrong!" Just minutes into the operation, the guerrillas inside the fortifications realized something was amiss.

Before any commands could be issued, a silver-haired little girl named Felin suddenly appeared, with several heavy-looking swords, or rather, iron blocks forged into the shape of longswords, floating behind her.

Then, the girl vaguely grasped something and suddenly slashed it in front of her.

A heavy sword flew out from behind her, as if held by an invisible hand, and sliced ​​through a building. The approximately six-story reinforced concrete structure was cut in two like a plastic toy.

The firing positions set up inside also stopped responding.

"Quickly, retreat to the vicinity of the altar. That will suppress the enemy's strength. We'll hold them off here!" the lead shield guard shouted, calling on his companions to form a shield wall.

They had been ambushing the Ursus army for years, but they never expected to be outmaneuvered. Naturally, they felt a bit frustrated, but they quickly regained their composure and prepared to retaliate.

But the girl with the film launched another attack, causing another earthquake and a shower of rocks. Most of the guerrilla fighters were separated. The shield guard gritted his teeth, ordering his comrades to go to the rescue while preparing to defend himself.

At that moment, a grappling hook shot out and wrapped around the arm holding his shield.

Huh? A petty trick!

The shield guard snorted and prepared to break free, but a tingling sensation came over him and he began to tremble uncontrollably. He could no longer fight, and even standing up was a struggle that exhausted all his strength.

"The latest 1092 standard sergeant shield guard armor uses a new solidified rock protective interlayer technology, which greatly enhances the defense against magic and energy weapons. However, yours looks outdated, and the Reunion Movement probably doesn't have the technology to upgrade it for you, right?" Seeing that the other party had been subdued, Qin Duanyu said with certainty.

"Why do you know these things? Rhodes Island shouldn't have access to such information. Could you be an Ursus army in disguise...?" The Shield Guard struggled to stay upright and asked with difficulty.

He saw that the other end of the hook was connected to a small motor, which was how the current that paralyzed him was transmitted.

"I'm sorry, we have no connection with Ursus. We just happened to have commanded a few Shield Guards before, and we secretly observed their weaknesses at the time," Qin Duanyu said with a smile, spreading his hands.

"You'd even betray a comrade who fought alongside you? Ha, you'd be a pathetic comrade if you were one of them!" the Shield Guard sneered.

"Well, the world is so chaotic, we always have to have a backup plan, right?" Qin Duanyu said noncommittally. Just then, the altar dozens of meters away emitted a life-stripping power, causing him to feel dizzy for a moment.

Every detail should be memorized, because it could become the key to defeating the enemy at any moment—no, the key to seducing a girl. This can greatly increase her favorability and make her the most obedient pawn in your hands. No, why be a pawn? Wouldn't a wife be better...?

But as a strategist, one should treat everything in their hands as pieces to calculate and strategize, and a chess player doesn't need emotions... But I like them, so what's the point of calculating? Should I make them take the initiative to get close to me...? A chess player? What chess player? Why should I gamble?

Something seemed to be tug-of-war in her mind, leaving Qin Duanyu no time to pay attention to the shield guards.

"The motor's power isn't enough to completely incapacitate him, Rosemary, control him!" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Amiya nodded to Rosemary.

With another wave of his hand, the silver-haired Philin slashed his greatsword toward the shield guard's legs.

when!

With a sickeningly sharp sound, Rosemary's weapon was knocked away.

The tall, eagle-headed, antler-studded Sarkaz appeared in front of the Shieldbearer at some point. Judging from the white marks on his hand armor, he was the one who had blocked the attack with his bare hands.

"Captain!" The shield guard's face showed excitement.

"You did a good job. Now, go back to the team." After his subordinates left, Patriot turned his gaze to Qin Duanyu in the center of the group and asked threateningly, "You have my daughter's scent on you. What did you do to her?"

how about it?

Qin Duanyu, whose thoughts were once again in disarray, raised her head and looked at Patriot with a confused expression.