Arknights? Colonization Ark!

As for why this happened, it is my personal setting, so I won’t reveal it for now.

As for the source of Originium energy, although I made it up, I can guarantee that it is absolutely perfect, even including why everyone's Originium skills are different, and the origin of Originium skills, although unscientific, is definitely science fiction.

And it is not virtual psychic power, but the main plot is related to the virtual world.

Considering the effort the author put into researching this, it's not too much to ask for one more monthly ticket.

Chapter 55: A War with No Winners

Similar hair color, similar eyebrows, all of which indicate the relationship between the leaders of the two sides of the civil war.

But it is precisely this kind of fighting that makes it seem like fate is playing tricks on us.

There were no greetings or taunts. The two of them were walking further and further away on different paths. Extra words were meaningless. The first sound that rang out on the battlefield was the roar of the Originium artillery.

Countless shells drew arcs in the sky, whistling through the air and falling into the crowd with the messenger of death, stirring up waves of air and Originium fragments.

Each Origin Stone shell would create a crater with a diameter of four or five meters at the point of impact, causing casualties among the Sarkaz people amounting to nearly half a football field.

There were splattered flesh and blood, shattered limbs, soldiers falling down with blood at their mouths, and small landcraft and armored vehicles whose tracks were blown off by artillery shells.

The smoke of war once again filled the land.

Humans are only so efficient when creating weapons to kill each other.

The huge explosion made the ears of every Sarkaz on the battlefield echo with shrill cries, but they were already used to it. They took out their weapons, aimed at their compatriots on the opposite side, and launched a charge.

The war between them, like the war between Theresa and Theresis, is a difference in beliefs and ideals, and an extension of past hatred.

When the distance between the two sides decreased from more than ten kilometers to less than one kilometer, the crossbow arrows fired by both sides were densely packed, like a torrential rain reaping the lives of their compatriots.

A crossbow as thick as three fingers nailed the two Sarkaz directly to the ground. Blood flowed down the arrow shaft. The great pain made them try to pull out the killing weapon with their hands, but they eventually lost their last strength due to the gradual loss of body temperature, and their hands fell down helplessly.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere on the battlefield.

Theresa looked at the Sarkaz falling down in front of her and closed her eyes in pain. The wails of the Sarkaz people resounded throughout the universe. They were brothers and sisters connected by blood, and the flames of war that had lasted for thousands of years finally burned onto the Sarkaz themselves.

Theresia!/Theresia!

The two men's eyes collided in the air, and they no longer cared about anything around them, because the rest of the battlefield was unimportant, and the final outcome would only end in the fight between the two of them!

Tracys raised his right hand, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Theresa who was standing on the bridge of Rhodes Island. Standing next to him was the pale and handsome Blood Demon Lord, whose outfit was somewhat similar to Kashena's, and the mysterious Heart-Whirling Demon Lord, whose entire body was covered in a black robe.

Finally, Theresis's army collided head-on with the fortifications built by the Tower of Babel. The sound of weapons colliding between the two sides irritated everyone's nerves.

He thrust the knife into the chest of the enemy in front of him. The enemy's face looked so similar to his own. The young Sarkaz felt no joy in his heart after killing the enemy. He just numbly drew out the long knife and turned to look for the next enemy until he fell in a pool of blood.

Although both sides had the highest combat power, they simultaneously did not attack the lower-level soldiers. Even though they were bloodthirsty demons, they had no interest in killing at this moment.

Only the Lord of the Whiplash, who had been hiding in the black robe, stretched out a slippery tentacle from under the robe. With just a finger, a group of Sarkaz in the fortifications suddenly fell to the ground, holding their heads and howling loudly. The screams were so shrill that everyone who heard them was frightened, as if someone was hitting their heads with a hammer.

After only a few breaths, they stood up unsteadily, picked up their weapons, and turned around to attack their companions.

But in another moment, floating and flying golden words emerged from the Rhodes Island flagship, like an invisible sharp blade, severing the ropes controlling these Sarkaz one by one. They fell to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. If it were not for their chests that were still slightly rising and falling, they would have looked no different from dead people.

The robe of the Heart-beating Demon moved slightly after being counterattacked, as if he had developed a strong interest in this. He turned his head and saw a handsome young man standing on a high platform, waving a bone pen in the air gently, as if he was writing some mysterious music. One by one, golden words were born from his pen, forming rows of music surrounding him.

Although the only sounds on the battlefield at this time were the clashing of swords and explosions, everyone could hear the music that sounded from the depths of their souls.

It’s logos!

If we were to say which royal court of the Sarkaz has the most in-depth research on the soul, besides the otaku lich, it would be the Whiplash and the Banshee.

However, compared to the soul special attack of the Whiplash, the Banshee is not as lethal, but has more and wider skills.

Although Logos knew that he could not defeat the Grand Lord of the Royal Court before he truly became the Lord of the Royal Court, there was no problem in delaying for a while.

The Lord of the Whipping Heart Demon did not ask the opinions of the two people beside him. His black robe moved slightly, and a leather boot emerged from it. He walked towards Logos who was looking at him.

Because he knew that before Logos was dealt with, the other party would not let him do anything on the battlefield, and Theresa would not sit idly by and watch the other two intervene.

As the Whiplash left, Theresa also responded. She gently lifted her right foot and walked out from the high altitude of the bridge. She actually stepped directly into the empty space. There seemed to be an invisible step in the air that caught Theresa who was walking down.

The Blood Demon Lord waved his right hand, and the blood flowing on the ground in various places on the battlefield seemed to be summoned. Stars flew up from everywhere, and red blood beads continued to gather in the air. When they appeared in front of the Blood Demon Lord, they had become a surging sea of ​​blood, surging endlessly.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer until it was less than a hundred meters. The three of them accelerated at the same time. Theresis stepped on the ground with a sword in his hand and pounced on Theresa in mid-air. The river of blood behind him followed closely with boundless power.

Theresa, who was still in the air, moved her left hand, and a ring on her ring finger glowed faintly, and a blue flame suddenly appeared out of thin air, following her body. The five fingers of her right hand formed into claws, and countless black silk threads entwined with each other, unexpectedly turning into a long sword. Looking closely, one could see the dense black threads in the sword still twisting wildly.

The blue sea of ​​fire and the red river of blood collided with each other, and a large amount of blood was directly evaporated. It seemed that they were at a disadvantage, but countless blood was replenished on the battlefield, as if it was inexhaustible, and they were in a stalemate for a while.

The two men in the middle had swords clashing in their hands.

boom!

After a shocking loud noise.

The boundless air wave that exploded directly blew away all the surrounding blood and flames, and actually formed a brief vacuum area.

Then a figure fell directly to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

And Theresa slowly landed on the ground.

Chapter 56: A War with No Winners (2)

The collision between the two sides' top combat forces was so powerful that the Sarkaz who were still fighting each other couldn't help but swing their swords slower.

When the dust settled, Tracy's figure slowly emerged. Although he was not injured, there was still a lot of dust on his armor and cloak.

"Do we have to go this far? The blood of the Sarkaz should not be shed in a place like this, Theresa!"

The plain voice came out of this man's mouth, but it was full of complex emotions.

Theresa did not answer, but chose to pick up the sword and attack again. Now she had no time, nor the extra thoughts to continue reminiscing with her relatives. She slashed at her brother with endless flames.

The Blood Demon Lord's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly mobilized the blood sea to block Theresa, and said to Theresa who was standing there with some displeasure:

"Now is not the time to chat with you two siblings."

Tracy flicked his robe to shake off the dust, then reentered the battlefield with a sword in hand to fight with Theresa.

He was just shot down because Theresa had the advantage of terrain. The two have known each other for hundreds of years since birth and are very familiar with each other's fighting skills. Even though Theresa has the power of the Demon King and the Blood Demon Lord is there to hold her back, the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Boom boom boom!

Another round of Originium artillery fire was launched, and the shells fell behind the position and plowed the land again. Even the Rhodes Island ship was hit directly on the deck by several shells, and the huge explosion caused the entire ship to tremble.

The young Custer was frightened by the vibration and hugged the waist of the adult next to him tightly with his hands.

The two blue pupils revealed tension and fear, but they were staring at the screen composed of dozens of screens in front of them. The screen in the middle showed Theresia fighting with Theresis.

"Doctor, why? Why do people have to do such terrible things? Isn't it better to live happily?"

The doctor stretched out his thin palm and rubbed Caster's soft little head, which eased her nervous mood.

"Of course, it's to live better."

His words puzzled Casti. The innocent child did not understand the cruelty of this land.

"Then why can't everyone sit down and talk it out? Isn't life a precious thing?"

Her innocent and kind words left the doctor speechless for a while.

"Amiya, remember what you said today. Maybe there will be a day when we can sit together and resolve conflicts through discussion rather than war.

Theresa and our road may end today, and we are destined not to see that day, but you still have time and a future to continue to practice and create the world of your dreams. Even if you cannot complete it, you can entrust it to the next generation like Theresa today, and let them inherit your ideals. "

It was the first time that Amiya heard the doctor say so many words in one breath, and she didn’t understand the meaning of what the doctor said, but she still kept them in her mind secretly. Maybe in the future she would understand the meaning of what the doctor said today.

In the room, besides the two of them, Kal'tsit and a man with short brown hair named Liberi were also holding a little girl each.

Hemer watched everything happening on the screen in silence.

She was introduced by Saria when Kal'tsit went to Columbia to purchase goods. She agreed because there was a master in mineralogy research in Rhodes Island who might be able to help diagnose and treat Ifrit's condition.

It turns out that the level of the doctors here is indeed much higher than theirs, but why do I feel like I have come to the wrong place? Such a fierce war has broken out just a few days after arriving.

Kal'tsit, who also saw the battlefield situation gradually becoming tense, quickly reacted.

"Something is wrong. If this is all the power they have, they won't be able to capture Theresa."

The little Feilin in her arms had a blank expression on her face. She tilted her head and looked at the big cat that was hugging her. No one knew what she was thinking.

"I know."

The doctor's answer was still calm and powerful.

On the battlefield, the fight between the three became more and more intense. Tracys' sword energy was everywhere, and Sarkaz's unique magic swordsmanship was used to perfection. The ground around the two men had been cut like a spider web, and although the blood sea of ​​the Blood Demon Lord had evaporated countless times, it still did not decrease. The sky was filled with red and even became higher and higher as the number of casualties on the battlefield increased.

But even so, they still couldn't defeat the besieged Theresa. She wielded the sword with her right hand and controlled the fire with her left hand, and the fight with the two men was difficult to resolve. She even had a tendency to suppress them.

This scene made the Blood Demon Lord grit his teeth, because Theresa was a demon king and extremely powerful, his spells had limited effect on her. Before Theresa was injured, it was difficult to control the blood in her body, and he could only rely on external blood to attack. This was why the Whiplash turned around to look for Logos, he simply felt uncomfortable staying here.

Tracy's attack pace was neither fast nor slow, but he was still helplessly trying to persuade his sister to give up that unrealistic fantasy.

"Why don't you understand? Those Terrans are not trustworthy at all. Two hundred years ago, the woman next to you personally led the team to destroy Kazdel. Didn't you also say that Quillon was betrayed?"

Only this time, Theresa, who had been silent all this time, finally responded.

"What happened back then was not Kal'tsit's fault. She once assisted the Sarkaz in rebuilding Kazdel. You should know that. As for Quillon... that was a tragic event that none of us want to recall."

But her answer only made Tracy even angrier.

"Who does she think she is? What qualifications does she have to judge the rise and fall of the Sarkaz? What a tragedy! That is a shameful betrayal! The Terrans are not worthy of trust, and yet you still want to bow down to Victoria!"

"The hatred has been prolonged long enough, Tracys, you have been carried away, someone has to let it go first."

The affairs of the other races of Sakazheterra have become a mess by now, and it is impossible to settle them all.

"Let go? Then what? Push the Sarkaz to the brink of destruction until the last drop of blood is shed?"

Theresa's accusation made Theresa, the orthodox demon king, not know how to respond for a moment, and the attack of the sword in her hand also slowed down slightly. Her idea was good. She was waiting for a huge external force to make the Terrans temporarily put aside their hatred for the Sarkaz, and then eliminate the hatred during the period of fighting against foreign enemies, and integrate all their strength to face greater threats.

But no one can guarantee that the group of people will not continue to carry forward the spirit of backstabbing along the way. Grand Duchess Victoria can cut off King Aslan's head with her own hands for her own benefit, and there are even more troubles in other countries.

At this moment, when Theresa hesitated because of her brother's words, a dim light suddenly flashed behind her, like the dusk before the eternal night, piercing the back of her head.

Chapter 57: Twists and turns and more twists!!!

It was so fast that I couldn't even blink.

It was as fast as the last glimmer of light disappearing from the sky, so fast that Theresa didn't even have time to react.

Just as the sword was about to pierce the target, it suddenly stopped.

Because there was another sword blocking his way.

"I'm still wondering where you will appear on this battlefield, my dear sister."

".....Father."

Wearing identical black robes and white hair, with almost identical faces, another pair of siblings appeared on the battlefield, but their relationship was even more twisted, so twisted that it was outrageous.

"I actually prefer you to call me brother."

"My brother died before he was born."

Compared to the hypocritical smile on the man's face that was as fake as a mask, the woman's expression was calm and indifferent, showing no trace of sadness or joy. Only the swords in their hands did not lose any of their power.

"Don't say that, sister. No one can sever their bloodline. We will eventually return as one. Please get out of the way. If you delay for too long and anger His Highness, I won't be able to speak for you."

The man's words made Shining increase the strength in her hands. She had never hated her own blood so much.

Disgusting heritage.

"Take her out of the lab. An immature test subject won't survive for long. For her sake, you should go home."

The constant verbal stimulation made Shining look gloomy even though he had good control over his emotions.

"She's my family, not you!"

After saying that, he pushed the person in front of him away with force.

But her words did not change the man's expression at all, but what he said next was extremely cruel.

"Alas, I originally wanted to allow you to leave for a while, thinking it was just a girl throwing a tantrum, but now the situation is urgent, so I can only cut off your limbs and take you back to take good care of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the strangely shaped sword in his hand, which looked like a twig entwined, with a strange golden glow, slashed towards his sister, whom he had just called affectionately. Shining did not dodge or evade. The sword was still golden, but it looked more holy.

Two golden lights suddenly erupted on the battlefield and collided with each other.

One is like the morning light, the other is like the dim dusk, intertwined and blended, so strange!