Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

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"What's going on inside?"

Standing at the crossroads near the village, several patrol members with their breathing apparatus open stood in the cold wind, arms wrapped around themselves.

It was so cold that even the infected patrol members, who were wearing thick coats and fur hats, couldn't stand it.

If it weren't for the orders from above and that guy in the team, who would be crazy enough to freeze in the wilderness in this awful weather? In this climate, you can stay a little longer during the day, but if you don't find a warm place before sunset, you'll definitely freeze to death on the wasteland.

I hope this gets over quickly so I can get back before sunset and maybe still have a hot meal.

"I don't know, but I'm telling you, you fire enthusiast, how about you do something funny and make a fire to warm up the brothers?"

One of the patrolmen, rubbing his hands together, smiled and patted the only person in the group who was dressed differently.

"Bullshit trick! This is magic! Magic, you uneducated fool! Noble magic isn't about making fire to warm you up; it's noble Originium Arts!"

He was a bespectacled, somewhat refined-looking disciplinary officer, at least more refined than the other men around him who looked like roughnecks.

"What magic? It's just making a fireball. A fireball is fire, and a campfire is fire. What's the difference? Come on, show us what you can do."

"Damn it! I came here to prevent anyone from coming in from the outside! This spell is limited, so we should use it wisely. If we mess things up, none of us will be in trouble."

The man pushed the meddlesome fellow so far that he stumbled, then adjusted his glasses.

"Didn't you see that killer god enter the village? Everyone keep your eyes peeled today. I don't want to be targeted by that killer god. As long as I'm here, we'll definitely be able to get back quickly this time. Anyway, whether there are any survivors in that village or not, they're all dead if they encounter that killer god. They'll definitely come out in a while."

"Then it all depends on you. Don't let me down."

"Get lost! The outside is covered in Originium trigger devices. Stepping on one without knowing its location will kill you. Do you think mages can only cast fireballs?!"

As the group chatted merrily, stamping their feet in anticipation of enduring the snow a little longer, a figure appeared in the snow.

"Who are you guys? What are you doing here?"

No one even noticed her appearance, but her sudden voice startled the members of the disciplinary team.

"who?!"

The group suddenly turned around, and the bespectacled, seemingly refined scoundrel among them widened his eyes.

He looked completely incredulous.

"Where...where did you come from?!"

"what?"

So, you Ursus people also start by checking household registration?

That's a problem, I'm an unregistered resident.

However, when the man saw that sodium chloride was completely unharmed, he was shocked.

"You...it's impossible! How could you possibly have gotten through the blockade unscathed?! Be careful, she definitely has accomplices!"

In that man's eyes, this woman must have been able to cross the blockade unscathed only because of the assistance, or even sacrifice, of her teammates, so there must be quite a few people coming!

Perhaps the other party is one of the guerrillas wandering the snowy plains!

Who is she?!

She looked like just a thin, frail woman.

At least in the eyes of the other burly men, Sodium Chloride's height of 1.63 meters was really nothing to look at. What threat could a petite woman pose? This four-eyed man must have made a mistake.

Yes, there must be a mistake.

Seeing that Four-Eyes was a bit underwhelming, the other burly members of the disciplinary team around him didn't seem to care.

Put aside for now whether there's a mistake or not, and whether this person has a problem or not.

Robbery... robbery... robbery of beauty~, first.

It's easy to understand. In this land where material scarcity, ignorance, and unknowingness dominate, it's actually quite difficult to explain what Oripathy is to the vast majority of people.

Most people can only judge whether someone is infected by their appearance.

These are very noticeable crystals on the skin; basically, all infected individuals will have some of these on their skin.

As for the case where Originium crystals are injected into the brain but not on the body surface, it is very rare. So, if Originium crystals appear on the skin, then the person is definitely infected.

This is how the vast majority of infected individuals are identified, and naturally, the same applies to semi-official, semi-grassroots organizations like the Infected Individuals Patrol Team.

After all, it's unaffordable to have one infection detection machine per person.

In the eyes of these guys, filled with primal desire and greed, the woman in front of them had no crystals on her skin. Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to dress so scantily. Most infected people would be too busy covering themselves up to be seen.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her blue-gray eyes were like the most precious blue crystals, and her fair, translucent skin perfectly complemented the pristine white earth.

She can be described as a beauty who perfectly fits the aesthetic standards of 99.9% of the population.

"Hey station chief! This is a military restricted area. Anyone who trespasses must come with us for investigation."

"Yes, they must be interrogated."

Interrogation?

The girl took a few steps forward and tilted her head.

This world is beyond saving. At least, all that can be seen in the eyes of these people is the most primal malice and a chaotic, numb indifference.

It's really disgusting.

Even the Herrscher weapons are not worthy of being used.

After all, there are six people here: five roughnecks with little energy reaction, and one elite monster with a little energy fluctuation.

Each person carried worn but still practical leather armor and thick, warm clothing, which at least offered some protection against wear and tear. The bears were strong and robust, each appearing to be over 1.8 meters tall and imposing.

They all have weapons. If one person uses all their strength, their combat power is counted as two points, and five ordinary soldiers are counted as ten points.

That elite monster looks like a mage unit, so give it an extra point or three.

A threat of thirteen points.

Six men attacked her, a weak woman.

Rounding up, it equals

————Zero~

No threat.

"I'm asking you a question, you idiots! Why are you answering me with questions?! Didn't your mothers teach you not to answer questions with questions?!"

Sodium chloride was no pushover either; from the beginning, she planned to use violence to break in, and leaving survivors was not her style.

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Section 13, Chapter Thirteen: [An Unexpected Visitor]

"You bitch, you're asking for it!"

The lead patrolman raised his hand to strike. If an ordinary person were to take that punch, it would likely cause serious injury, given that it was a fist the size of a cooking pot.

However, the punch did not make any contact with the human body.

The girl's figure had already disappeared from sight and arrived in the center of the crowd in the next moment, and her raised fist was covered with strange purple patterns.

Inch-force, Rock-breaking!

That was a sign of the enhanced activation, because in an instant, the snow wall whipped up by the fist's wind suddenly rose! Centered on the girl, an invisible shockwave shook the accumulated snow to a height of three or four meters, and the falling snowflakes directly separated everyone from the view.

"what happened!"

"I already told you she has a problem!!"

The mage wearing glasses had already sensed something was wrong, but unfortunately his teammates were all useless and wouldn't listen to his advice.

Have you ever seen an ordinary woman dare to stroll across the snowfield dressed so scantily?

Moreover, in such a harsh environment, the silver-haired girl had no injuries whatsoever, and not even a trace of snow on her legs. Isn't that incredibly strange?!

"Damn it, use flames to clear the way!"

Flames can melt ice and snow, and the broken lighter in the warlock's hand was struck and rang.

Warlocks need a medium for casting spells, and it must be something containing Originium.

Powerful mages can possess excellent staves, while these poorer individuals can find ways to make their own.

Flames leaped up, and the sparks from the Originium lighter, accompanied by some ancient chant, suddenly transformed into a fire snake that slid across the palm of the hand!

Thankfully, they weren't some kind of crazy infected, otherwise they would have preferred to use their own blood as a medium to cast spells.

Unfortunately, the piercing whistle had already foreshadowed the enemy's attack, but everyone's vision was blocked by the sudden rise of the snow curtain, and this snowflake carnival might only last for a few seconds.

But for sodium chloride, a few seconds is more than enough.

Because the warlock had already been sent flying backward, with a fist imprint radiating heat on his chest, while sodium chloride had already withdrawn his fist and thrown a second punch in another direction where he could sense life activity.

There were no special techniques; it was simply a matter of blindfolding the opponent and then, one person, one punch.

Then came the cracking sound of bones breaking, the whistling sound of something cutting through the air, and the agonizing screams.

Before a few seconds had even elapsed and the snow wall had even fallen, it was violently blown away by the howling hurricane!

Like an explosion at the center, figures were sent flying backward amidst the swirling snowflakes.

Only sodium chloride remained standing in place, like a blooming flower petal, while the fallen members of the disciplinary team fell outwards from the girl as the center.

Yes, when it was all over, the cumulative explosions finally rang out: the sound of something breaking through the air, curses and screams of pain, the muffled thuds of organs damaged by shattered bones, and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

The speed was so fast that everything happened in an instant.

Meanwhile, Sodium Chloride, at the center, had already put down his hands, which were steaming from high-speed friction with the air, and his slightly glowing golden eyes were looking at the only one of the six who was still alive.

She deliberately spared the other party's life in order to extract some information from him.

The fallen sorcerer hadn't even finished spitting out the blood in his mouth when he struggled to get up, only to feel as if someone had kicked him hard in the stomach.

The man cried out in pain and curled up, but someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.

"Please, don't, don't kill me! I'm just a messenger..."

The man being dragged was limp like a struggling duck, yet his distorted face was reflected in a pair of emotionless, utterly indifferent eyes.

"Now, tell me everything you know, and..."

I hate it when people answer my questions with questions, you get it, you idiot.

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Dropping the infected person in his hands, the emperor's bodyguard jumped aside and looked around warily.

"who!?"

Why didn't I detect this attack?!

The Emperor's Imperial Guards dared not be careless, because most attacks were incredibly slow in the eyes of such elites as the Emperor's Imperial Guards, except for this one.

Although the bullets failed to harm someone of the Emperor's inner guard caliber, it was extremely rare for such an attack to go unnoticed.

Who is it?!

However, when the guard turned around to look for the source of the bullet, he saw a silver-haired girl slowly walking inside and putting the slug back into the magazine.

"I am truly flattered that the Emperor's Imperial Guard would actually come to such a godforsaken place."

"who are you."

The multiple viewfinders emitted a scarlet light, all reflecting the silver-haired girl walking in the distance.

"Me? An ordinary investor, a doctor from afar, and an ordinary office worker who enjoys a peaceful life."

"An irrelevant answer, no problem. It seems you're also involved. Let's take you down first."

An ominous color suddenly lit up the crimson viewfinder, and the surrounding air rapidly changed from color to black and white.

It was as if an invisible prison had been placed over a person, and after the distorted light spots came the gradually solidifying air!