Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

"Hintlaia, stop lying by the window and help me put on my armor."

Claude said this expressionlessly while facing the TV. The next second, a white figure skillfully opened his window and jumped in.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you...are you going to go out in person again?"

Claude opened the room next door, found a small house on the bookshelf, reached in and took out Dugo:

"We still have to be careful. I have to make sure that guy doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve."

The dazed Dugo was suddenly awakened by Claude and quickly understood what he meant. As the little duck closed his eyes, a set of heavy armor fell out from the side and landed on the floor. The hard steel made a loud sound and some scratches were left on the wooden floor.

Although I feel a little sorry for the floor I just waxed, I still have to hurry up and get to work.

He took off his grey windbreaker and put on the military uniform that served as the lining of his armor. Then, Sintrea lifted up the black breastplate and helped him put it on. She connected the two breastplates with buckles, then put on the iron boots, leg armor and arm armor, and fastened the thick shoulder armor with buckles. Then, there was the skirt armor made of several overlapping metal plates...

With the help of Xintlia, he quickly put on his armor, tied the leather belt and carrying gear on his body, and fixed a whole bag of javelins behind his waist. The spear was still with Dugo, as it would not be used in this combat environment.

"Come with me, and call Yelena and Hart."

He reached out and put the helmet on his face. The long black tassel hung down to his back. The sound coming from under the helmet had a metallic vibration and inexplicably had a bit of deep magnetism.

Xinteleya blushed as if she had thought of something, but she quickly came to her senses and climbed out of the window to call Yelena and Hart.

Claude glanced at the window in some confusion, then continued to check his equipment while thinking about his next strategy.

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"Go ahead. For the time being, you will follow the command of Mr. Claude... Now is the most dangerous time, and you can't care about the bottles and jars... As for how to follow orders, you should know your limits."

Wei Yanwu's fingers, covered with tiny scales, gently tapped the scabbard at his waist. It was a plain long sword without any luxurious decorations. Only the black leather scabbard and the copper fittings on it were exquisite. There were no traces of mechanical processing on the sword jaw and the hilt. It was just like those ancient craftsmen who used the anvil and furnace in their hands to forge this sword bit by bit.

But anyone who knows Wei Yanwu would not look down on this sword. Even though it is a common iron sword, forged by a village blacksmith in a furnace, it will break after a few uses. But because the man holding this sword is extraordinary, for him, the weapon can hardly restrict him. Only a few people know what it looks like when this middle-aged man draws his sword...

The black-capped leader who was in front of Claude 10 minutes ago has now left after receiving the order. The dark shadows gathered on the tops of the surrounding buildings also disappeared in an instant, as silent as a real shadow.

He pinched out the tobacco from the pipe again. The tobacco was a beautiful golden color, like crumpled golden threads. He put the tobacco into the copper pipe and then lit a match to ignite the tobacco. Sparks flickered and the tobacco burned rapidly. Thick white smoke began to flow out from his nose and mouth, filling the space around his head.

His left hand also inadvertently grasped the hilt of the sword, and lifted it up with a little force. The blade flashing with cold light revealed a section, almost illuminating the entire room, and a faint sword sound began to echo in the room, as thin as a gossamer, but sharp and unmatched.

The narrow eyes under the dark red hair were like the sparks of tobacco, which were fading and uncertain, and contained an indescribable murderous intent. The man's intentions were exposed, or he didn't even want to hide it. This action was also a test or a request, and the target was naturally the woman sitting on the sofa.

"You still want to do it yourself?"

A gentle female voice sounded from behind.

"I can't hide it from you after all... If I can only kill one person in the remaining half of my life, I will kill Kosice without hesitation. Although Edward died in my hands, it was ultimately due to this guy's conspiracy. I think I have been thinking about this day for many years..."

Wen Yue couldn't help but roll her eyes. This old man was drawing his sword and smoking, who could not tell what he was thinking? He even said that he couldn't hide it from me... Was he afraid that he could hide it from me?

"But you can't do anything...Sending the Shadow Guards is the most we can do. Any more will arouse suspicion. After all, that person's personality..."

Wei Yanwu took another deep breath, and his powerful lung capacity completely turned the tobacco into ashes, and even the sparks were extinguished at this moment. A large puff of smoke overflowed from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he was like a real dragon riding on the clouds and mist, and the smoke would turn into clouds and rain.

He knew that he couldn't do anything, but he still felt bad and unwilling to accept it... But for Wen Yue, for Longmen, and for his life's hard work, he had to keep a low profile in front of his brother and couldn't do anything out of line. So even though he knew that Longmen had many spies, he could only pretend that he didn't notice and rely on Longmen's unique geographical location to maintain the current situation.

"I also know that you are just unwilling to accept it. After all, with Mr. Claude here, there is no need for you to get involved and add to the suspicion... That young man should be very strong. This is the first time I see you with such a serious expression."

The pipe was turned over and pointed at the ashtray next to it. It was tapped twice and the remaining ashes fell down and formed a small hill.

"His strength is indeed extraordinary, but it alone is not enough to make me so afraid... What we are really afraid of is something else he has shown, something even more terrifying..."

Just as he was about to take some more tobacco to light a pot, a ball of paper hit him on the head, causing him to stop and smile:

"To be more specific, it should be a kind of thought. This thought is about to tear down the Ursus Empire... Someone in the Ministry of War has even proposed to take this opportunity to cause some trouble to the Ursus Empire, but it was rejected by His Majesty... That thing is too new and too strong, just like a fire. No one knows what will be left after it burns. I don't dare to know..."

Picking up the porcelain bowl on the table, Wei Yanwu scraped the tea foam on the surface of the water and took a sip.

"After all, I am no longer a young man. I have long lost the drive I had when I was young. Now I just want to be an old man guarding the city and keep what I still have."

"As for the fire, let it burn. It's not necessarily a bad thing if it burns well. At least it can burn away some of the dirt and filth, and bring some changes."

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The visor of the helmet was lifted, and Claude was concentrating on looking at the map of Longmen, not the urban map of Longmen, but the structural map of its maintenance room and sewer below. Even if these maps were concentrated on electronic equipment, there were still a huge number of them, and the complexity was so high that only the terminal could handle it.

But Claude flipped through the map quickly as if he were turning the pages of a book. You have to know that a map is different from a book. It is not something that can be read in its entirety, and it is easy to miss some details. If others did not know that Claude never did anything without confidence, they might have thought that this was a sign of carelessness.

Claude's golden eyes were emitting a faint light. This was not a figure of speech. His eyes were really glowing, as if they were not some kind of flesh and blood organ, but some kind of unique machine. The faint and steady light lasted until he had read all the maps, and then it slowly went out, and Claude rubbed his temples tiredly.

The others watched him silently, even the black-cloaked shadow guards surrounded him and listened to his orders for the time being. These shadow guards were experienced and powerful warriors and assassins, and could occasionally act as spies. There was almost no mission they could not complete, and only by getting their command from Wei Yanwu could Claude's plan be implemented.

The complicated and huge map has now been completely stored in his mind. It can be said that even the most experienced maintenance workers and engineers in this city cannot be more familiar with the structure of this city than him.

Just like an experienced hunter who would always make all preparations before going out hunting, familiarizing himself with the terrain, setting traps, and preparing supplies, Claude also had to make adequate preparations before he could hunt the prey, Kosice, the immortal "Black Snake" of Ursus, who had been defeated repeatedly by him but had never stopped fighting.

Yanguo, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 242: Pest Control

The black raincoat shadow guards of Longmen always give people a sense of the knights in ancient costume movies. They wear hats and veils on their heads to cover their faces. Their black clothes are like funeral ceremonies, solemn and daunting. They also make them look like soul-collecting messengers from the underworld without a trace of life, mysterious and powerful.

Such an elite force is equipped with weapons and equipment of extremely high technological content. The cloaks on their bodies look like ordinary cloth, but they are actually woven from high-strength polymer fibers, which ordinary swords cannot even cut through. The straight knives in their hands look less lethal, but they can tear through steel like cutting cardboard, easily cutting the armored soldiers in two. Even the thick-soled black boots allow them to run on smooth glass as if walking on flat ground.

They can also fall from a building as effortlessly as a fallen leaf and run hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye. No matter how complex the terrain is, it will not be a hindrance to them. In other words, they can play a very powerful role in the lower-level combat in the city.

Of course, Claude had to make full use of such a useful type of soldier. Plan after plan kept forming in his mind, but was rejected due to some flaws. After careful consideration and thinking, Claude began to issue his own orders:

"Immediately close the gates of the first, fourth, fifth, eleventh, and... areas, including the sewage treatment plants. All sewage treatment plants will be shut down today. As for the reason, say that the equipment is out of repair and needs to be completely replaced... Have the Guards seal off all sewer exits. Yes, even those in the slum construction areas..."

Without the knowledge of ordinary citizens, all the city's institutions began to operate. Thousands of workers began to close the gates under command, dividing the city's lower-level institutions into small spaces one after another. The Guards were also fully armed and began to patrol the streets, blocking every entrance to the lower level.

After all, a mobile city is different from an ordinary city. Every part of it can be controlled by people. Every drainage gate and every connecting bridge can be opened and closed manually. In comparison, this kind of creation is more like a huge machine than a city. After all, cleaning a machine is much easier than cleaning a city's sewers.

When everything was completed, Claude looked at the black leader who was waiting for orders.

"Start checking, one area at a time... just like cleaning a room, don't miss any corner."

The black hat with the veil was gently lowered. No one knew how the message was passed between them, but the black raincoats began to scatter, like a drop of ink dropped into a water tank, which was quickly diluted. But Claude knew that this was not just a drop of ink, but a strong medicine, the strongest catalyst, which would make those things deposited in the dark surge to the surface.

In order to fish out things that are underwater, the water in the tank must be boiled. Under the strong waves, the sand will no longer be hidden.

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Three men in black wearing black hats walked slowly through the maintenance passage, with sticky liquid flowing from the black straight knives in their hands, dripping onto the ground with their steps. The shockingly deep color was like fine paint, wantonly marking out their territory on the floor.

This maintenance passage has been abandoned for a long time. The paint on the surrounding steel wall panels has peeled off, and is dotted with rust-red marks. Various insects and rats are bustling in groups here. There is a thick layer of dirt on the floor. No one knows what the specific composition is, but it is enough to stop most people who love cleanliness.

The three of them didn't communicate at all, just like three corpses that had come back to life. But they kept a distance of 15 centimeters from their companions, no more, no less, and it could be measured with a ruler.

Apart from the movement of some magical little animals, the only sound in the passage was the footsteps of their thick-soled boots. If they walked forward, they would enter another passage and leave area B25. They didn't seem to have any intention of searching carefully, as if they were just going through the motions, and their footsteps didn't even stop for a moment.

When they were about to walk out of the passage, the long sword in the black cape on the left swayed slightly, just like moving his wrist, but a large amount of blood spurted out from the side. A figure turned from a transparent state to a solid body, and the dark green cloak on his body was soaked with blood. He fell to the ground without a sound.

The long sword swung slightly again, still with such a small amplitude. But the head of the corpse on the ground flew out along with the cloak and rolled into the alley next to it. Soon, a large number of insects crawled all over this gift from nature. Before long, there would only be a pile of bones left here.

The sticky liquid on the long knife was covered with another layer, like a pen filled with ink, flowing continuously onto the ground, covering every road underground.

When they stepped into the B25 area, as the order was given, the gate behind them fell down, completely blocking the passage, just like a cleaned room must be closed immediately to prevent rats from running in again out of panic.

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The helmet with a black tassel was placed on the table. Claude adjusted the chair's tilt to the maximum and sat on it in a half-lying posture. In front of him was the main control terminal of the Longmen Guard Bureau, which was the most advanced electronic equipment in the entire city. The thousands of civilian staff beside him had long been accustomed to obeying his orders. Now, under his command, they kept typing on the keyboard. The structural diagram on the terminal was changing, and the red areas began to turn blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But there was no joy on Claude's face, because he had not heard what he wanted to know. The ones who were cleared out now were just some small pawns that were not worth worrying about. The real big fish had not yet revealed his intentions.

Time passed by minute by minute. In the bird's-eye view of the entire Longmen, those complex structures began to quickly turn blue and spread to the city center. The black snipes kept bringing good news. Everything in the sewers was carefully cleaned up, no matter whether it was Originium creatures or hidden enemies. The losses of the black snipes were minimal, and only a few people were injured.

Following the message from the vehicle authority, the civilian staff quickly input data into the terminal, causing the pattern on it to change continuously. Finally, the map was completely covered with blue, and only a building in the city center remained red, which was glaring and abrupt. Everyone stopped what they were doing, turned around and looked at Claude, waiting for the final order.

"Building 3 of Pacific Place... Miss Shi Huaiya, this is your family's property, right?"

Claude found it interesting and couldn't help but smile. He looked at the rich girl next to him, and Shi Huaiya immediately reacted:

"This is indeed our family's business. I will contact the relevant person in charge and remove all personnel..."

As she spoke, she took out her terminal and started dialing a number, while Claude began to give orders. The police officers began to cooperate with the person in charge of the mall to transfer all the customers and staff who were still inside. Even those who were still using the toilet had their doors forced open and were dragged out. For a while, the customers complained, especially those who were halfway through using the toilet, whose faces turned red with anger.

But now no one has time to care about them. The appeasement work can be done later. Everyone is on high alert around them, and the citizens have been driven back to their homes.

At this time, Claude reached out and took his helmet, put it on his head, adjusted the position slightly, and fastened the buckle.

Shi Huaiya immediately noticed this scene and opened her mouth to say something, but Claude interrupted her.

"From now on, just keep an eye on the ground. The real victory or defeat will be decided underground. Of course, it is more likely that the guy sneaked away again... We will see then."

When the last word was spoken, Claude was already standing at the door. As the sound of the door closing was heard, everyone else looked at each other in surprise.

"Keep monitoring the situation and don't let your guard down! I will take over command now."

The calm and powerful voice of the film girl sounded, taking over the current situation. Everyone immediately returned to their positions, the sound of keyboard typing and reporting rang out one after another, and everyone's spirits continued to tense up.

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A hand wearing an iron glove was inserted into the gap of the heavy gate, and with a slight force, the door that required a hydraulic press to open was pulled open directly. The thick rust that had accumulated on the guide rails over the years peeled off and spread out a line along the trajectory of the gate opening.

A large amount of dust blew in his face, almost covering the whole person. Claude waved his hand lightly, and a strong wind suddenly appeared in the enclosed space, blowing all the dust back. When everything settled, he continued to move forward. Three white-haired girls followed behind him, took out their weapons and staffs, and were secretly on guard.

At this time, Claude was doing a very strange thing. Every time he moved forward a distance, about 100 meters, he would take out a piece of metal from his pocket and stick it on the wall next to him. There was no glue or fasteners on these metal pieces, but they could stick firmly to the dusty wall, as if they were magnetic.

Yelena, who lived with Claude, could clearly hear what Claude said every time he attached a piece of metal:

“0.004, 0.005, …”

Although she was curious about the specific meaning of the numbers Claude mentioned, Yelena did not ask much. The next battle would be a dangerous and difficult one, and she had to be prepared for everything. Claude must have his own reasons for doing this, and her questioning would only be a waste of time.

Thinking of this, Yelena clenched the staff in her hand again. The staff was shaped like a thin sword, with precise patterns etched in the middle with source stone solution, which could transmit her power without any hindrance. In fact, in Longmen, where goods are abundant, this staff could be sold at a very high price. If it weren't for the fact that things are completely different now, she would never see such a thing in her life.

The staff she originally used was modified from spoils of war. It was shaped like a cross, consisting of an ordinary staff of an Ursus Legion warlock and a dagger crossed together and tied with metal wire in the middle. The reason for adding a dagger was to have some way to deal with the enemy when approaching, especially when severe oripathy was very horrible to the body. If she used the staff, she would not have to die so early.

Although this staff was crude, it could still exert terrible destructive power under her powerful Originium skills. She continued to use it, looking back to summon the snow and frost, hiding her companions, and allowing the then quite weak Integration Movement to escape again and again, until she met Claude.

Later, although she won battle after battle and had more and more spoils, she had the conditions to buy herself a better staff, but she kept putting it off out of habit. It was not until Claude discovered the problem and forced a check on her homemade staff that he discovered that the circuit inside was worn out and might suddenly stop working one day. Given her personality, she would definitely use her body to cast spells in battle, thus aggravating her oripathy.

This incident seemed to remind Claude, and he checked all the weapons of all the cadres. All the unqualified equipment was replaced, and even Bozhukasti could not disobey his order and replaced the halberd he had used for many years with a new one. The armor and ventilator on his body also ushered in a comprehensive transformation, and the appearance was completely new, just like the Wendigo Legion of Emperor Vladimir.

He concentrated his attention again, and the cold frost began to cover the blade. After making sure that there was no problem with the conduction, he put his hand on the carrying device at his waist, which contained several rapid syringes that could be used to inject medicine in the shortest time possible when the disease occurs. This was also what Claude had repeatedly requested. Both infected soldiers and cadres had to carry medicine with them. After all, many of them already had severe oripathy and could die at any time.

These infected soldiers had fought their way out of the pathogen with Claude. They did not fall by the sword, and Claude also did not want them to die from the oripath.

Yanguo, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 243 Reaction

"1.27, almost there."

After sticking the last piece of metal in the gap between the two steel plates, Claude finally completed his preparations. Next, he should go to the area ahead to find out what's going on. Others have also made their own preparations. At Claude's request, they all wore lightweight armor on at least the vital parts. This thin armor is made of a composite material with excellent performance and can completely withstand stray arrows and the slashing of ordinary swords.

“Begin to narrow the area.”

As Claude's deep voice sounded in the communicator, the black-cloaked shadow guards began to narrow their encirclement and killed all creatures they encountered in the process, whether it was a homeless person who accidentally appeared below or an Originium worm slowly crawling on the ground. The shadow guards were cold-blooded and ruthless, swinging their swords to kill any suspicious creature.

The encirclement was continuously extended, and the passages and rooms were carefully searched until all the affiliated institutions were checked out, and the only thing left was the huge underground parking lot under Building No. 3.

"Okay, Yelena, freeze everything around here."

The slender sword gently tapped the wall next to it, and the extremely cold air began to spread around, and the hard black ice began to block the area. The police officers on the ground stamped their feet in surprise, puzzled by their boots that suddenly became freezing cold.

The breath they exhaled turned into a column of white smoke. Facing the extremely low temperature, none of them seemed to feel uncomfortable. After all, they came from the snowfield and had already adapted to this harsh climate. They walked into the huge underground parking lot calmly. The Black Rope Shadow Guards also appeared in the corridors around them and then spread out to completely surround the place.

Claude held the sword in his hand and walked towards the center without stopping, as if he had a goal in mind. Although there was only an open space there and there were many vehicles, there was a strange empty space in the middle. In the central area of ​​Longmen where every inch of land is valuable, such a parking space should have been bought long ago.

Claude walked to the center point, looked around, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly under his helmet. Then, without hesitation, he held the sword with both hands and stabbed it hard at the floor. In a flash, a pool of black mist suddenly appeared under the blade, blocking the stab of the sword tip like gold and iron, and a crisp, teeth-grinding sound broke out.

Claude stomped his feet without hesitation, obviously having expected this. The powerful force of his feet instantly created a deep crack on the ground, and his iron-booted feet sank directly into the ground. Then he lifted his feet, and a large piece of the ground with the steel structure was pulled out, like a bowl, and turned over on the ground.

And Claude's shoulder took advantage of the powerful recoil force of his feet hitting the ground and slammed into the black fog. The figure was completely unable to react and was hit by this astonishing speed. His tall body flew out directly, and he pulled out the blood-red long sword at his waist and stabbed it into the ground fiercely, only then did he stop.

There was a heavy gasp from under the breathing mask, and the emperor's inner guard stood up silently, but Claude didn't pay any attention to him now. He squatted down and touched the uncovered ground. The broken steel bar that was torn by the powerful violence turned crookedly on the ground, exposing what was underneath.

The black mist gathered together like silk threads, drawing one strange line after another. The intersection of these lines was exactly where he was about to stab with the sword just now. As expected, the enemy must be rescued. This not only proved the importance of this thing, but also lured his enemy out.

"Kosice, are you going to continue hiding from me? You should know that there is no point in doing so now."

Claude reached out and grabbed the black mist, as if the invisible and intangible mist really had substance, like a rope being pulled in his hand.

As heavy footsteps sounded, two other guards emerged from the corner of the parking lot. They looked at Claude as if they were facing a great enemy, especially when they looked at the rope made of black mist in Claude's hand, they showed extreme shock even though they were wearing masks.

Claude, however, was busy with his own business. He began to pull the ropes on the ground like a fishing net. Sparse friction sounds came from all around. Everyone heard this unique sound coming from under their feet. It was clearly a ball of black mist, but at this moment, it was being dragged by Claude like a steel cable. And while dragging Claude, he also wrapped the ropes around his arms, as if it was really just a bundle of ropes, and all he had to do was collect these ropes and take them away.

Koschei still showed no intention of revealing his shadow, and no one interrupted Claude's actions. The hundreds of black-clothed shadow guards around made the inner guards dare not act rashly, so everyone just watched Claude twitching the black mist on the ground.

After pulling out all the ropes, Claude rolled them into a ball and threw them aside. Like a magic trick, the large ball of black mist disappeared into the air.

"You are such a stupid snake. If I don't grab your tail, won't you stick your head out?..."

Claude shook his head and sighed in a fake manner, then turned around and drew his javelin from his waist. The three emperor's inner guards took a step back at the same time, raised their long swords and began to be on guard. As the emperor's inner guards, although they were not in harmony with the current majesty, they were absolutely loyal to Ursus and had the most advanced intelligence system. Naturally, they knew how terrible the man in front of them was.

For decades, the inner guards had not suffered losses in other countries except the north. But this situation was broken by the traitor in front of them... So even if the three inner guards of the emperor appeared together, they were still very cautious and even prepared to sacrifice themselves.

Claude turned the javelin slightly in his hand, and even used his index finger to hold the center of balance to test the center of gravity of the javelin. Although he had been using the javelin for several years, he knew every scratch on it, not to mention the center of gravity. What he was doing now was just some meaningless movements.

But everyone focused their attention on his fingertips, even Kurokoemon was no exception, and everyone was waiting for the moment of the thunderbolt. And Claude's helmet turned left and right, as if he was looking for the place where his target was hiding. He kept doing this for about a minute before he suddenly stopped.