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Claude lowered his body, holding his spear straight. He began to push his Originium skills with all his strength, and violent lightning began to leave his body, wreaking havoc on the surrounding bulkheads, leaving black marks. Later, he could no longer be seen clearly, only a vague figure, and that section of the bulkhead was completely transformed into a thunder prison.

Hearing the thunderous roars ahead, the well-trained Ursus soldiers stopped in their tracks. The shields in front formed a shield wall, and the crossbowmen in the back extended their crossbows through the gaps in their shields, then mercilessly poured out a continuous rain of arrows. The warlocks also began to activate their staffs, casting various spells at Claude's position.

There was a sharp explosion, and they only felt a golden light flash before their eyes, and then there was no enemy. Even the spells and crossbows fell into the air. When they heard the screams of their companions, they realized that the enemy had already rushed into their formation. The moment just now was so fast that they didn't even react to what happened.

Releasing the spear that had pierced through six soldiers, with the shaft completely embedded in the enemy's body, Claude drew out the sword from his waist. Then a silver light flashed across, and the blow flattened the armor, leaving only the severed body gushing out a large amount of blood. Claude wielded the sword gracefully and brutally. The large and ferocious beheading sword was as light as a rapier in his hand, but every time it fell, it could bring more tragic injuries than the giant axe.

The beheading sword parried the attacks from all directions lightly and flexibly, and then launched a more fierce and brutal counterattack. Claude walked directly through the formation of hundreds of people, turning those who dared to face him into corpses. He used the heavy armor on his body to resist the attacks that he could not parry, and the soldiers who fell behind him, even if they did not die on the spot, would soon be drained of blood and die.

With a heavy blow from top to bottom, Claude cut off the last soldier along with his weapon. He swung the sword in his hand, but not a drop of blood was spilled. Even the floor of the cabin looked clean. Every enemy died the cleanest and neatest death.

With a grinding sound, he pulled out the spear that was deeply stuck in the bodies of the six soldiers. Looking at the slightly bent spear, he couldn't help but feel distressed. The spear head had no damage at all, but the spear shaft was just made of ordinary steel core wrapped in polymer, and under such a strong impact, it was inevitable that it would be deformed.

Resolved to make a better barrel for his weapon from now on, Claude walked past the pile of corpses as naturally as if he were walking through a flowerbed.

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The Iron Guards formed a tight formation, with 30 men in a unit, and fought fierce street battles with the enemy in the cabin of the battleship. The warlocks and heavy weapons equipped by the Ursus army have caused considerable casualties to the Integration Movement. Along the way, a large number of corpses in white clothes appeared on the ground. Now the entire battleship has become a meat grinder, and the guards on it have fallen into the final frenzy. Although the Iron Guards trained by Claude himself are a little immature, they are still the best choice to break through the defenders' formation.

The huge battle axe in your hand began to glow red, cutting a deep crack in the opponent's heavy shield. Every Iron Guard was able to skillfully use the Originium technique to attach magic damage to their weapons.

Then, two more powerful blows shattered the shield and the guards behind it. The demolition hammer in the hands of the comrade next to him, after a long period of accumulation of power, blasted the three guards away. The formation finally revealed a gap.

The armor was full of arrows, one of which had sunk deep into the shoulder socket. Eisen still raised his battle axe without hesitation and chopped the enemy's body. The moment the gap was exposed, he rushed in without hesitation and faced the swords, spears, and halberds. In just a moment, he was attacked by more than a dozen places, but thanks to the heavy armor, none of them were serious.

He swung the battle axe horizontally and cut three Ursus crossbowmen in half. He expanded the gap and stopped the Ursus who wanted to fill it. His comrades also rushed into the gap and stood beside him. They were like a chisel, slowly and unstoppably penetrating the formation, turning the opponent's tight formation into a pile of loose sand, which was soon overwhelmed by any moving warriors.

A fishy smell surged from his throat. Eisen looked at the dagger stuck in the gap of his armor and the blood that kept flowing out. As his adrenaline faded, he felt a long-lost weakness. His body shook for a moment, but was immediately supported by his comrades around him.

His legs became weaker and weaker, and finally he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. All the sounds around him became quieter at that moment. He saw his companions anxiously calling out his name, but he couldn't hear it clearly. It was not until the medic with the badge on his arm rushed up that his vision went completely black.

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The heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to tear open the chest and jump out, but the teeth were still biting the lips. The owner of the body ignored the warnings from the body and continued to push it with all his strength.

Talulah swung her sword with all her might, and the raging flames burned a group of Ursus soldiers to ashes. Talulah could clearly feel the severe pain coming from all parts of her body. Her ore disease was getting worse due to the reckless use of Originium skills. After another swing of the sword, the severe pain made her half-kneel on the ground, and she had to use the long sword in her hand to prop herself up.

But Tallulah had no intention of stopping. This opportunity was too rare, and so many sacrifices had been made so far. She really could not tolerate that more soldiers would die because of her.

But the Ursus army would not miss this rare opportunity. They immediately mobilized crossbowmen to cover the monster in their eyes with a rain of arrows.

In this narrow space, weak Tallulah looked at the inevitable rain of arrows, her pupils shrinking slightly.

The Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 60 A Hard-Earned Victory

Varrig gently shook his wine glass, completely ignoring the various noises coming from the outside world. He was waiting, waiting for a guest. There was a glass of wine poured across from his table. It was for the winner of this war, but not for him. He gently took a sip of his favorite wine. The mellow and spicy wine flowed into his throat, but now it inexplicably leaked a little bitterness.

He knew that he had lost, completely, and there was no hope of resistance. He had been plotted against from the beginning, so that he, who had a land warship, lost to a group of rabble who didn't even have a vehicle. The guilt of losing a land warship was enough to send him to the gallows, even if he was a general.

But he did not intend to kill himself. If he failed, he would end his life immediately. Such a commander was irresponsible and incompetent. Even if he was going to die, he would die in front of the enemy. Now he was curious about the enemy commander and wanted to see him one last time.

Even though he knew how he lost, he couldn't help but feel curious. How did the other party do it? He was on the fastest land-based ship, but the other party knew everything about his situation. He didn't think there was a traitor on this ship. He knew every soldier on this ship. They were all recruited by him. There was no way they could be the traitors' accomplices.

There were no guards around, so he sent all his guards out to stop the enemy. Now the war was about to subside, and the sounds of fighting were getting quieter and quieter. He was quietly waiting for the enemy commander. Of course, if he was unlucky and didn't meet the enemy commander, he would draw his weapon and make a last stand.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside, neither fast nor slow, and leisurely. The sound of iron boots stepping on the solid wood floor was very easy to distinguish, letting him know that the person coming was wearing full body armor.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, he bent down and picked up his long sword. The army of Ursus never had a place for the weak, even for generals. The land of Ursus never had mercy on the weak, and he knew this deeply.

The ornately carved door was slowly pushed open, and the figure of the black knight appeared. The wings on the other's helmet tilted slightly and looked at him.

Cherig spoke.

"Welcome, welcome. You are the first enemy who has been able to set foot here in the past 10 years. As a dying man, may I be fortunate enough to know your identity?"

"I am the commander of the Reunion Movement. Your current situation is entirely due to my contribution."

The knight sat on the chair opposite him without taking off his helmet. A slightly sarcastic voice came out from his helmet.

"My failure is nothing. The Empire's army has experienced failures before. But your foolish challenge to the Empire will completely destroy you." General Cherig was not angry at all. He still looked at the other party coldly.

"You speak as if we can survive if we don't resist." Words without a trace of emotion came out of the knight's helmet.

"We are sworn enemies of this empire. We are destined to destroy it. Even if the empire does not come looking for us, we will go to Saint Steed Castle one day."

The general shook his head. He thought the other side was crazy. With just this mob, they actually thought they could capture Fort Saint Steed and the great capital of the empire.

"This is a glass of wine from my collection. Even if you are a lunatic, I still want to buy you a drink. Because you played well this time."

General Cherig drew his sword, and Claude stood up.

"After I kill you, I'll taste it."

The sword in his hand flowed like mercury, with blood and golden threads in the middle. It finally turned into its original appearance. The demon head in the middle of the sword guard looked as warm as jade under the warm chandelier.

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Leaning the long sword against the table, Claude rarely put it back into the scabbard. Sitting on the heavy chair, Claude picked up the wine glass and looked at the orange-yellow wine in it. After a slight hesitation, he still did not pour it out, but took a sip gently. Feeling the strong and mellow taste in his mouth, he gently shook the wine glass.

"The Ursus people's wine is a little too strong..."

A sigh echoed in the room.

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The complex longbow in his hand was fully drawn, and the slender arrow was wrapped with huge black energy. He spread his fingers, and the black arrow pierced through the shield and the three soldiers behind him like a stream of light. The arrows in the quiver were shot out at an extremely fast speed, and the Ursus soldiers who were still resisting were shot and killed one after another.

One soldier was shot through the head, and another soldier was shot in the chest before he could react. The remaining crossbowmen and soldiers no longer dared to expose themselves and hid behind obstacles.

But this was just a last-ditch effort. With the arrival of the main force, they were successfully defeated, with only a very small number of them being captured.

Hintlaiya looked at Tallulah, who was covering her shoulder with gauze. The tall Patriot and Faust, who was hiding in his shadow, also appeared in front of her. The Patriot swung his halberd and swept away the crossbow arrow that had pierced his shield. In the passage of the warship, his tall stature made his head hit the ceiling directly.

All the cadres of the Reunion Movement gathered outside the enemy's command room, followed by countless soldiers. Many of them were injured, but as long as the injuries were not serious enough, they would still fight. Now they could not find other enemies, so they looked at their superiors and prepared to follow them.

The soldiers were immersed in the battle just now. They had not received a clear signal, a signal telling them that the battle was over and that they had won. So everyone was waiting. Even the cadres of the Integration Movement such as the Patriot and Tallulah were still waiting patiently, waiting for someone to tell them the news of victory.

There was the sound of a wooden door being pushed open. The workmanship of the door was extremely good, and there was almost no loud noise when it was pushed open. Claude looked at his scrapped shoulder armor, which was a gift left to him by the general. The other party was a powerful opponent, and it was possible that he could kill Claude, but it was only a possibility after all.

Turning his head to look at the soldiers in front of him and his companions, Claude raised his arm and clenched his fist.

The silence lasted for a few seconds before being broken by overwhelming cheers, which spread out from the command room like a virus.

"Long live!!!!…………"

Countless arms stretched to the sky, then clenched their fists, cheering for this hard-won victory despite heavy losses.

"Long live!!!!…………!"

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 61: Difficult Post-War Dealings

Claude sat on the edge of the deck of the land battleship, leaning against the railing. His movements looked dangerous. This place was hundreds of meters above the ground. If he fell from here, no matter how skilled he was in martial arts, he would be crushed to pieces. But he sat there so comfortably and calmly.

Finally, there were the sounds of clanging footsteps. Claude knew who was coming without even turning back.

"Have the specific casualties been counted?"

"The statistics have been compiled... We have 342 deaths and 215 serious injuries. We don't have enough medicine. % of them will not survive..."

Tallulah leaned against the railing, the wind blowing her short gray hair.

Claude did not speak. Although they annihilated twice as many enemies, it was still a bitter victory. But they would not have had the chance to win a bitter victory. Without any heavy war machinery, they would have been killed or wounded by the powerful artillery and unrivaled mobility of the land warships, and completely destroyed by the Ursus Empire.

Now they not only annihilated the enemy, but also obtained a powerful land battleship. Although the battleship was severely damaged, it was unknown whether it could be operated again. He had already contacted real professionals. If they succeeded, they would get an unparalleled huge help.

Except for the guns that were destroyed in the beginning to open the gap, most of the guns of the battleship were still intact. But they didn't have enough gunners to operate them, which was also a problem later. They still lacked everything, but now they were finally not in such a precarious situation.

Claude slowly propped himself up with one leg, standing on one foot on the smooth outer edge of the deck. In the cold wind, he seemed to be about to fall off at any time, but he strolled leisurely on it with excellent balance. And Tallulah walked beside him.

"This is a heavy loss, Tallulah. We should consider leaving this tundra in the northwest."

"Where should we go? Once we get out, we will encounter the real army of Ursus."

"After the Empire lost a land cruiser, we will definitely face the Legion. Our only way to survive now is to go out and spread our fire. Only when the entire Empire is on fire can we truly survive."

"And we are not alone. There are many people who want to see Ursus make a fool of himself. They should come to contact us soon."

"This is a huge crisis, but also an opportunity. Once you seize it, all the roads ahead will be clear."

Tallulah listened to Claude quietly without commenting. She lowered her head slightly, put her hands behind her back, and looked at her toes.

Soon they reached the end, and Claude grabbed the railing and turned over, stepping onto the real deck. He looked at the soldiers busy on the deck, they were busy picking up the bodies, sending the wounded to medical treatment, and killing the wounded enemies, they didn't have any extra medicine to waste on the enemies.

The bodies of all the Ursus soldiers were piled in a pit and then buried with soil. Their equipment was removed and they were only wearing the clothes that fitted their bodies. Their future was completely cut off here, and they would only be frozen together with the soil in the coldest place in Ursus.

"Get ready, Tallulah, hurry up and get ready. We have to move on now."

"We need to send more people to every corner of Ursus, to every town, and every city. We need to ignite the fire of resistance there. Only when the fires in all places are lit together can we burn down the rotten tree of Ursus."

"This will cause many deaths. Those who are sent out will most likely die. Should we really do this?" Tallulah still did not raise her head, but looked at her feet. She seemed to be afraid to look at Claude.

"Tallulah, what do you think we are doing?"

Claude was not surprised at all by her words, he still spoke calmly.

"We are rebelling, rebelling against the injustice of this land." The gray-haired Drake girl said firmly, fire burning in her eyes.

"Then do you think this resistance won't involve bloodshed? Whether it's our blood or the enemy's blood, it will flow like a river from now on. This is a future that is bound to come, and it cannot be avoided because of a moment of pity. The only thing we can do is to make this blood flow worthwhile, that's all."

Claude turned his head and looked at the girl who was still young in his eyes.

"Our ideal is very grand. To support this ideal, we are bound to shed countless blood. You should make up your mind from the beginning."

"Each of us should make up our minds and know what we want to do, so that even if we die, our death will be meaningful. There is no turning back on this road, and no hesitation or weakness will be tolerated."

"So knowing this clearly, let's move forward. We are doing great and right things. Hesitation and confusion do not belong to us."

"I understand." Talulah couldn't help but feel ashamed. She clearly realized her naivety and shortcomings. At the same time, she was also glad that she had invited Claude to stay. If he hadn't been there, she really didn't know what she and the Reunion would be like now.

"Mr. Claude, if I make any mistakes again in the future, please tell me. This is very important to me." Tallulah looked directly at Claude, but there was a blazing flame burning in her silver-gray eyes. This girl was always so passionate.

"Of course, no problem. I can barely be considered your teacher. If you have any questions, you can ask me, although I can't guarantee that I can answer them for you."

The cold wind blew Claude's hair, which was covered with gunpowder, and made his eyes shine like gold. This was also deeply imprinted in Tallulah's eyes.

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All the technicians needed to drive the battleship survived, thanks to Sintreya. But there was still no way to start the battleship normally, because one side of the track was severely damaged, so it could only move slowly at a turtle's crawl. But at least it was moving.

Many soldiers were reluctant to leave the warship. They stood on the warship and looked around with excitement, even though the big guy was not moving faster than they were. For a moment, even the sadness of their comrades' sacrifice did not seem so intense.

At this time, Claude was standing in the infirmary of the battleship, which was equipped with complete medical equipment, and lying on the bed was his old subordinate Eisen. Their few doctors were busy here. This battle produced a large number of casualties, but fortunately, with the medical equipment on the battleship, they were able to rescue many of them.

"Is there no hope of saving him?"

There was no sadness on Claude's face. He looked at Eisen, who was breathing hard and rapidly on the bed, and asked the doctor next to him.

"There is no way, General... His liver has been cut open and he has lost too much blood. We are not in a position to save him now."

The doctor stood in front of Claude with a sad expression, his gloves were stained with blood. There were far from enough consumables such as medicines here, especially the important hemostatic drugs.

Eisen began to pant violently, and his head moved around as if he was looking for something. Claude walked over, grabbed his hand, and held it tightly.

"I'm here, Eisen, I'm here."

His dilated pupils finally focused, and this man, who was much stronger than the average Luper, stared straight at Claude. His resolute face was now paler than paper. His lips trembled, and he tried hard to say something.

"My lord... I am honored... My lord, I am very... honored..."

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"How lucky we are... to have met a general like you... we are no longer stones stuck in the mud!..."

His hands clenched tighter and tighter, his breathing became more and more rapid. He wanted to say something, but in an instant, Claude felt the strength in his hands disappear, his pupils dilated completely, and the life had completely left this strong body.

“…Woo!…Woo…”

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There was a suppressed cry from the side, but Claude did not shed tears, he just silently held his subordinate's hand. The Lord of the Legion never shed tears, only his figure was lonely and silent like a sculpture.

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Gently waving the staff in his hand, with the use of the Originium technique, the patient's wound began to stop bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a simple bandage, a wound that could cause heavy bleeding was easily stopped.

Kal'tsit looked at the white-haired boy's operation and nodded slightly. Although he was not yet a truly excellent doctor, he could already be a qualified medic.

Ino gave a few instructions to the patient in front of him, and only after the other party nodded in agreement did he feel relieved. He turned to look at Dr. Kal'tsit, with a hint of frustration and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Well done, you are now a qualified medical operator."

Looking at Kal'tsit's slightly upturned mouth corners, the white-haired boy couldn't stop the joy welling up in his heart, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"You must be eager to go back, right?"