Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The whole city did not stop functioning because of the emperor's anger. The soldiers were still loyal to their duties, and the people were still working hard for their lives. At this time, the only person the emperor could confide his emotions to was his closest minister, Witte.

Witt was a middle-aged man with a thick mustache on his upper lip. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and was currently listening to the emperor's angry curses with his head down in the audience hall.

The emperor's scolding was endless, thanks to his excellent physical fitness and lung capacity, the emperor's scolding did not stop for a moment in 10 minutes. Listening carefully, the emperor scolded not only one person, but also the rebels who captured Chernobyl, the Fourth Army that did not move for stupid reasons, and the Duke of Kosice who planned this stupid conspiracy. He was extremely angry that they wanted to start a war without his consent.

But as the emperor's most trusted minister, Witte knew that the emperor was really angry about only one thing. That was that the nobles and officers of Ursus could disregard the emperor's majesty and power and do whatever they wanted. He was angry that the emperor's power had become so weak in this empire, and he was also angry at his own inability to unify the entire empire.

Werther looked up at the huge portrait in the audience hall, created by the most outstanding artist in Ursus, and every stroke was condensed with the artist's hard work. The characters in the painting were lifelike, and even their eyes were full of strong oppression, making the viewer want to kneel down to him involuntarily.

The person in the painting is the former emperor of Ursus, the greatest emperor of Ursus. Ursus can have its current territory and power thanks to this great emperor. If it were not for him, Ursus would just be a weak country in the snow.

Witt looked at his emperor. Rather than saying that he and the emperor were monarchs and subjects, it would be better to say that they were comrades. They both had the same ideal, and they both wanted to restore Ursus to the strength of the previous emperor's time and regain the supreme glory. For this, they were willing to pay any price.

But it was too difficult to do this. Ursus now had countless problems, and the emperor's authority was far less than that of the previous emperor. Even the area where the emperor's orders could be thoroughly executed was pitifully small. Having a father who was too great was sometimes not a good thing. Everything the emperor did would be compared with the previous emperor, making the current emperor always shrouded in the shadow of the previous emperor. He was eager to change this situation, so he was so angry about this matter, because this matter ruthlessly opened his scars: what he was doing now was far worse than his father's. At least when his father was alive, no one dared to do so insincerely.

And Witt also knew that the emperor was an excellent person after all, and he would soon suppress his emotions and discuss the problem with him calmly. He only needed to wait quietly.

Sure enough, as the emperor's boots gradually became quieter, his breathing began to calm down, and then he collapsed on his throne with a tired look on his face. The corners of his gorgeous coat folded under him, but he didn't notice it. But Witt knew that now was the time for him to speak.

"My Lord, the most important thing for us now is to come up with a solution as soon as possible. The loss of a mobile city to the rebels is really too much of an impact. We must find a proper solution."

"You are right, Witt, you are right...but now I think this may be a good thing." The emperor covered his eyes and uttered these words slowly.

Witt lowered his head, he knew that the emperor had not finished speaking.

"If the Reunion rebels had not really seized the city and their plan had failed, a war would have broken out between us and Yan Nation, and all the efforts you and I had made would have been in vain. If Ursus had truly cut off the cancer from its body, the chance of revival would have been lost forever."

"That bunch of idiots!! They always think about war! War! They don't even look at what Ursus has become now! When our country is completely destroyed, I don't think they will wake up! This country is now relying on the two of us to patch it up and barely keep it running. If those lunatics really take control of this country, that will be the time when Ursus will be destroyed! "

Witt seized the opportunity and spoke at the right time.

"But Your Majesty, we must respond to the infected organization that calls itself the Integration Movement. At least for now, Ursus's weakness is more terrifying than its corruption. We must not show any weakness."

But this sentence aroused the emperor's anger again.

"Originally it was just a weak infected organization, but thanks to those idiots, they now have a mobile city with a complete industrial system! You know what? Witt, I can now imagine how those infected use the factories inside to produce a steady stream of equipment, arm their soldiers, and prepare to create more trouble for our empire."

"The current Reunion Movement cannot be destroyed easily. It will take an army to use all its strength to destroy them. However, the 4th Army, which is closest to them, is not under our full control. We will have to put in some effort to get those guys to take the initiative to attack the Reunion Movement."

Witt knelt on one knee without hesitation and saluted the emperor.

"Your Majesty, if you trust me, please leave this matter to me. I will urge the commander of the 4th Army to launch an attack as soon as possible. I believe that with me here, they will not dare to do anything too extreme."

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The air was silent for a long time, and then the emperor spoke softly.

"Witt, my Witt. If I can't trust you, who else can I trust in this place? This is a tricky matter. I would certainly be happy if you are willing to do it. It's time to give the Fourth Army a few whips. They have gone too far there."

The emperor sighed. He used to be a young man with abundant energy, but now he often felt tired. The burden of this empire was indeed too heavy. It would not only crush his body, but even wear out his soul.

He couldn't help but turn around and look at his father, the late emperor of Ursus, hoping to get strength from his father.

The emperor in the portrait just looked at him coldly, as if reminding him that the person who could not be weakest in Ursus was the emperor.

The Rise of Reunion: Chapter 98: Claude in Doubt

Amiya was standing on the bridge of Rhodes Island, looking at the huge Chernobog in front of her, which blocked the sky and even the moonlight shining on Rhodes Island, leaving her figure in darkness. Her long, wide ears began to sway with the night breeze, and then jumped in the night wind due to the elasticity of her ears.

At this moment, the Doctor was standing in the shadows looking at Amiya. Somehow, although he didn't know this child, he felt very close to her. At this moment, looking at the little figure standing alone on the huge town bridge, he felt a little sad in his heart for some reason.

After a brief understanding of Rhodes Island, he knew how much pressure this child was carrying. He also felt that this child had a more important mission, and she would have to shoulder much more in the future than she did now.

He couldn't help but tiptoe closer, then reached out and gently touched Amiya's ear. Amiya felt like she was electrocuted, and the hair on her ears suddenly exploded.

“Ah!!…………Doctor!”

Amiya glared at the doctor in reproach, then covered her ears. Her ears were very long, and could even hang down to cover her eyes, which seemed quite convenient.

But the doctor had only one thought in his mind at this moment.

"so cute!!"

He thought this from the bottom of his heart, but still asked his own question.

"Amiya, it's so cold here, what are you doing here? Why don't you go back to your dormitory and rest?"

Amiya rubbed her face to dispel the coldness and numbness brought by the cold wind. Then she turned her head and looked at the huge Chernobog.

"Doctor, I'm just a little emotional. This city has finally become the only city in the world that can accept the infected. We are the ones who witnessed this moment with our own eyes. It also made me realize that we in Rhodes Island are not alone. There are still people working hard for the liberation of the infected. Thinking of this, even the wind is not so cold anymore."

"Amiya."

Hearing the Doctor's voice, Amiya turned her head and looked at him.

"What's wrong, Doctor?"

"Was I really that good before? Was I really as good as Scout and Ace said? My mind is completely blank now, I can't remember anything. Can I really help you?"

Amiya stepped forward and held the doctor's hand. The doctor's hand was very slender. It was not a hand that could wield a weapon, but a hand that should hold a pen or a scalpel.

Amiya raised her head and looked at the doctor. Although his face was blocked by the mask, Amiya could feel his gaze.

"It's okay, Doctor. Don't feel any psychological pressure. As long as you can stay with us, we will all be very happy."

The girl's blue eyes seemed to contain moonlight, sparkling with a gentle light.

The doctor nodded slightly, so slightly that it was almost invisible.

"I understand, Amiya."

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In the moonlight, a figure in a green dress turned and left from the swing window of the bridge. She was holding two heavy cold-proof clothes in her hands, one of which looked like it was for a petite girl.

A ray of moonlight shone right on her face, reflecting the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

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Claude is now doing something very important, something he has never thought of doing himself...that is combing his tail hair.

His tail was very beautiful by Kuranta standards, smooth and light like silk. When he was in Casimir, his elegant tail always attracted many people's attention. But because he had no consciousness to take care of his tail, his tail had become a mess over time.

He is now facing a dilemma, that is, he does not have a suitable long-handled brush, and cannot reach his tail with a short comb. He tried to challenge the physiological limits of the human body, but he still couldn't do it.

Just when he was about to go out to buy a brush in the supermarket, the office door was suddenly pushed open aggressively. He looked at Xinteleya who had come in in surprise, not understanding why this usually elegant girl was so anxious. He instinctively thought that she was in trouble, so he immediately threw the comb in his hand on the table and began to tidy up his clothes.

Because he was in a private space, he didn't wear all his armor. Now he only had breastplate and leg armor on. Just as he was about to put on the armor quickly, he saw Xinteleya's surprised expression, as if she was frightened by him.

"Claude, where are you going?"

The white-haired Kuranta girl raised her question.

"Isn't it an emergency? I see you're so anxious, stop being in a daze, come and help me, tie this belt for me."

"There's an emergency?! When?"

The expression on Xinteleya's face became more confused.

Claude stopped fastening his shoulder armor and looked at Cintrea in confusion.

"Then why were you so anxious? You didn't even knock. I thought it was an emergency."

Xinteleya came up with a dark face, stopped him from putting on his armor, and pushed him into a chair.

"I have something to ask you."

Claude breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his sitting position, and picked up the short comb to start the job he was not good at. From time to time, he pulled out a few strands of the long hair on the tail, which made him frown.

"Just ask, I'm happy to answer any questions you have."

Xinteleya thought for a moment and then spoke.

"When I came to your office yesterday to look for you, you were not here. I asked the soldier standing guard at the door, and he said that you went out with Tallulah and the knight lady. What on earth did you go out for?"

Looking at Xintlia's sharp eyes, Claude felt very confused. Was it just for this?

But then an idea suddenly occurred to him. It must be that Xinteleya knew what they did yesterday, so she was expressing her dissatisfaction in a subtle way.

With a snap, he slammed the comb on the table, startling the white-haired girl. But Claude smiled confidently at this moment, as he was sure that he knew the truth.

"Come with me and I'll show you."

Xintlia's face suddenly turned red, and then she was dragged away by Claude.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm ()

The black horse trampled the ground like thunder, bursting out at an astonishing speed, shuttling back and forth in the field. At this time, Claude touched his neck helplessly, feeling the tightness on it.

"Don't be afraid. I can't throw you off. So...can you please loosen your grip?!"

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!…”

The only response he got was a scream. Cintela was frightened by the horse's extreme speed and screamed loudly like a little girl. She subconsciously clasped the horse's thick neck tightly. Even Claude felt that his breathing was a little difficult. After all, the arms that could pull the strong bow were never lacking in strength.

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15 minutes later, Xinteleya stood on the ground with weak legs. She was still holding the horse's mane tightly in her hands, and Claude felt that the roots of his hair began to ache. That's right, he and the creature in front of him actually shared feelings. Although the horse's injury would not cause any harm to him, he would feel the pain. He had no idea how this worked.

He took two steps forward to support Xinteleia, and let her loosen the mane she was tightly holding. He had never thought that this assassin lady who was so agile that she could jump between tall buildings would be afraid of such a thing, but he discovered an unexpected side of her.

"How does it feel? I feel that this state has incomparable advantages compared to my current normal state."

Claude reached out and stroked the horse's silky fur, but the horse would not react, as it was part of him. But in this state, he could fully display his strength.

"Don't you feel tired? This guy just ran for 15 minutes. After running at such a fast speed for such a long time, haven't you run out of energy?"

"Not at all. I don't even have any feelings associated with the word tired right now. It's like I just walked slowly for several kilometers. I don't feel tired at all." Claude touched his smooth chin, thoughtfully.

"…………I doubt that you can run back to Casimir in one breath in this state, and at a very fast speed."

Xintelaiya reached out her hand to comb the warhorse's mane, feeling the soft hair and the touch of her fingertips. She suddenly fell silent. Now she suspected that this horse might have better hair than her own.

But soon, Claude's words completely dispelled the depression in her heart.

"This thing seems to refresh. Every time I take it out, it is in perfect shape. There is not even any dust on it. It is very convenient."

As he spoke, Claude grabbed the horse's mane. The mane was very long, covering the entire neck. It looked very elegant, but it would interfere with the rider's vision when it ran. But there was no way to cut it off, because the next time it was summoned, the long mane would return to its original state, and the cut mane would disappear directly into the air.

He suddenly had an idea and took out a rubber band from his pocket, which he had taken from the newspaper he was reading in the morning to tie up. His fingers danced nimbly and quickly tied the long mane together. It just didn't look good, but he didn't care. It was practical and there was no need to pursue beauty.

Sure enough, after tying the mane together, the range of its swing became acceptable. A large bunch of brown hair was tied together and hung heavily beside the neck, like a huge dead fish.

Claude was very satisfied, but Cintrea, who was standing next to him, had a dead look in her eyes. Her natural love of beauty made her unable to tolerate such a perfect creature having such a discordant part. She simply did it herself, found a black ribbon, took off the rubber band that Claude had tied, and then began to try to braid the mane.

The slender fingers completed their work deftly, making the horse's flowing mane neat and beautiful, reminding Claude of the horses used to pull carriages for the royal family in modern Western movies. Their manes were carefully braided by a special person and looked full of beauty like works of art.

Soon, the Kuranta girl completed her work. She looked at the brand new warhorse with satisfaction. Compared with the one Claude had just made, it was like comparing a master's work of art with a child's graffiti.

This made her face reveal a smug expression, and the delicate ears on her head began to tremble, as if saying.

"Praise me now!! Praise me now!"

Claude immediately responded in the right way. He praised the other party's work with complicated and exquisite sentences. Hearing this, Xintlia blushed with embarrassment. In the end, she was the one who stopped Claude first.

And everything Claude said was to pave the way for what was to come. He was not sure whether the intricately woven mane would be "restored" after he summoned the warhorse to recover its health. If so, it was possible that all their work would be in vain, which would only prove that Claude's plan was better.

So under Xinteleya's nervous gaze, he let the warhorse slowly disappear, but unexpectedly the ribbon did not fall to the ground, but disappeared along with the warhorse.

A look of joy appeared on his face, and just as he was about to say something, he felt an unusual tightness on his scalp, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, after looking in the mirror, he discovered that the ribbon had reached his head and was tied into a beautiful bow, which looked extremely out of place.

But Hinterea, who was standing next to him, was delighted as if she had discovered a new world. She found that Claude, with his hair tied up, was handsome in a different way, and even a bow with a feminine element looked very suitable on his head.

Claude's eyes went dark and he immediately reached out to untie the ribbon in his hair.

"No, no, no! It's very pretty. It really is very pretty. Don't be in a hurry to untie it!"

Cinderella's attempt to stop him failed, and Claude still untied the ribbon on his hair. He could accept tying his hair up, but forget about tying it into a bow, as he didn't want to become a laughing stock.

Xinteleya was standing nearby, secretly feeling regretful that one or two photos were not kept. Those would be precious collections, the likes of which there would never be a second one in the world, and they held a special meaning to her.

At this time, Claude was inspired. His hair had grown very long and had already reached his shoulders. He had originally wanted to find a hairdresser to cut it, but now it seemed that if he tied it up, he could solve two problems at once. It was just a little troublesome when wearing a helmet, and he needed to deal with his hair.

Watching him start to mess with his hair, the new Claire volunteered again, and Claude, who had witnessed her superb skills, handed it to her with confidence.

PS: I just bought Kingdom Come Deliverance today, and I feel that the riding in it is the closest to reality, as if I was really riding a horse.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 2 The Calm Before the Storm ()

Claude walked out of the sports field, which had been requisitioned by the Integration Movement's military as a place to test weapons. It was under strict surveillance, and no outsiders were allowed within a 300-meter radius.

Behind him was Cinderella, who was laughing softly with her hands covering her mouth. Although his hair was still in a ponytail, it had delicate braids extending on both sides, which looked quite delicate. However, this was still quite different from what Claude had expected, which made him a little disappointed, although it was not unacceptable.

But what made him curious was that the warhorse he summoned after he raised his hair had a tied-up mane, but no black ribbon could be seen, as if it was trapped by the air, which was quite outrageous. But as Xinteleya said, all unreasonable things can be solved with Originium Skills, because everyone's Originium Skills are different, and until now no one has been able to clearly count how many types of Originium Skills there are.

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