About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Although there were some unexpected issues along the way, overall, there won't be any problems. The news has been completely blocked, and the uncertainties among the mercenaries have been dealt with. Andreevich, the head of the Rostov family, is a pure businessman. He has no military power and knows nothing about politics. His patron, Marquis Boris, was dealt with long ago, and that daughter, Natalia, poses no threat either."

Baikal shook the red wine glass in his hand, brought it close to his nose and took a deep breath.

"As for the other families, they have already chosen to side with the old nobility. After Rostov's death, we will have plenty of time to convict these foolish people of various crimes."

Baikal was about to drink the red wine in one gulp when a voice from the intercom interrupted the Grand Duke Baikal's sipping of the wine.

"You should learn to choose the right time to talk... What? The patrol received instructions—what does that mean? Those nobles chose the Rostovs?"

Grand Duke Baikal knew about the northern border pass that had been issued earlier. Since the nobles were still nominally in charge of the city at this time, his speed in obtaining information was a little slow.

"It's just a desperate struggle, completely meaningless. The army will crush those rabble, and the plan remains the same."

After a brief moment of surprise, the Grand Duke of Baikal picked up his wine glass again, looking confident of victory.

"When the city of Che sparks a war, no one will care how the fuse was created. The current emperor will eventually understand that only war can make Ursus prosperous."

"I really admire one quality of people like you—the ability to tell lies with a straight face that you don't even believe."

"——!?"

A female voice came from the door, which startled Grand Duke Baikal. He instinctively grasped the sword at his waist.

"who!"

"It's been a long time since we last met, Grand Duke Baikal. Do you still remember me?"

The leader of the Reunion Movement, Tallulah, pushed open the door and walked straight to Baikal.

"You are... the daughter of Duke Koschei? Why are you here? Guards, where are the guards?"

Baikal frowned and looked at Tallulah, recognizing the girl who had met Koschei at a banquet a few years ago, and then shouted to the guards.

"Your guards probably don't have time to deal with you for now, Grand Duke Baikal."

Tallulah responded with a smile. At the same time, outside the castle—

"Was there a sound just now?" "It seemed to be from the Grand Duke of Baikal?"

The two guards approaching the room looked at each other and were about to move towards the room when a hooded shadow suddenly appeared behind them.

Bang!

The two guards were knocked to the ground in an instant. Junjun, the instigator, covered the brim of his hat. The earphones in his furry ears issued a sound command. Junjun quickly followed the command and retreated into the shadows.

On the other side, inside the monitoring room.

"There's a patrol near the windows on the third floor. Stay close to the right bunker. Watch out for the sewers on the ground. Don't fall in again."

Alina sat at the control console, controlling the various surveillance systems with her left hand, while silencing all the intercom frequencies, leaving only a single special frequency band for commanding Junjun.

Facts have proved that Junjun, who once endured humiliation and went to Syracuse to learn from a master, is indeed very strong in infiltration and assassination - the prerequisite is that there is a reliable person to help her plan the route and point out the traps in advance.

On another level, Alina, who has strong stealth skills, is just right for this position.

The two of them worked together to clear a path for Tallulah to reach the Grand Duke of Baikal without setting off an alarm.

"Tsk...never mind. What do you want to do, Daughter of Kosice? Get a piece of the action?"

Grand Duke Baikal sighed and then questioned Tallulah.

"Have you heard of the Reunion? The rising power in the North—and I am their leader."

Tallulah spoke calmly, but Baikal's expression became noticeably distorted.

At this time, the infected camp that was confronting their own forces in the city was none other than those who called themselves the Integration Movement.

"Ridiculous... You gave up the position of heir to the Duke just to play house with those lowly inferior people?"

"Who is the truly despicable one?"

boom!

Tallulah raised her hand and spit out tongues of fire at Grand Duke Baikal. A surging heat wave spurted out with the momentum to burn everything.

“Hmm!?”

Baikal raised his arms in horror, but the flames were suddenly shattered in mid-air.

"We gave you a chance, Daughter of Koschei." The man who had been silent in the shadows before - the Emperor's Guard suddenly appeared and stood between Tallulah and Grand Duke Baikal.

"You've finally shown up, the executioners trained by the late emperor. I don't need what you call an opportunity, and I won't give you one."

Tallulah looked at the inner guard without fear and spoke in a resounding voice.

"You, the maggots who use righteousness to cover up atrocities, who hold up the Ursus banner and incite those soldiers to continue fighting, only to line your own pockets—you should burn in hell."

boom! !

The second breath of fire directly ignited half of the house, but due to the obstruction of the internal guards, it still failed to attack Baikal.

"You...you bastard...! Help me kill him, Lord Internal Guard!"

Baikal placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, but after just a touch, the old nobleman finally turned around and called for help from the inner guards while pushing open the window and clumsily trying to escape from the castle.

"You cannot defeat me, young dragon."

The inner guard stood in front of Tallulah, one hand on the sword at his waist.

"We once assessed you, and you escaped death. Even now, you show no remorse. It's now clear that Duke Koschei's game has completely failed, and you, as his legacy, are nothing but a defective product."

Neiwei spoke in a voice as deep as hell, while Tallulah shrugged without wavering.

"You are right about one thing, Executioner—the black snake did fail."

The temperature inside the room rose sharply, and the surrounding air instantly turned into a scorching airflow. The scorching flames that stung her face gathered in front of Tallulah, and the light emitted alone was enough to burn her retina.

boom! !

The flames that could devour everything roared and blasted towards Neiwei, but the opponent just raised his hand lightly, and mist instantly appeared in front of Neiwei, abruptly offsetting Tallulah's Originium skills.

—Too young, Kosice. Is this the person you chose as your successor? Disappointing.

The inner guard held the saber, he had already guessed what Tallulah would do next.

Intelligence shows that this young dragon knows nothing about combat and its control over Originium techniques is extremely crude.

——Next, she will grasp the long sword and swing it at herself, and then her head will be cut off.

The inner guard predicted Tallulah's actions, and Tallulah did as the inner guard had guessed. She stretched out her right hand to the greatsword on her waist, the greatsword that had pierced Koschei and cursed her.

"It's over, wyrmling."

The inner guard drew his saber at the same time, but his "foresight" was only correct up to this point.

In a previous sparring match of the Reunion Movement, Orson easily defeated Tallulah as usual, and the latter was very unhappy. She even accused Orson of being too cunning and refusing to accept her Originium skills.

"If you take it, I'll turn into light, Sister Tazi... But let me be frank, while your Originium skills are terrifyingly powerful, they're still a bit slow to initiate. If it's a close-quarters one-on-one fight, you're likely to run into an enemy like me who can interrupt and disrupt your Originium skills before they're fully focused."

Orson seriously analyzed the shortcomings of Tallulah's fighting style.

"So what should I do? I don't think there will be another terrifying person like you who can silence Originium techniques... but in future battles, no one can guarantee that I won't encounter such a situation."

Tallulah put down her sword, dusted off her clothes and asked Orson.

"Sister Tazi, that greatsword you're carrying is truly eye-catching. But if I think about it, I think I could also use this eye-catching sword to create something special..."

Orson was in deep thought, and the image of a certain Ashina Sword Saint appeared in his mind.

Back to the present——

"Yeah, it's over."

Contrary to what the inner guards had predicted, Talula's right hand, which reached out to the greatsword, did not grasp the hilt, but something inconspicuous on the back of the greatsword.

When Tallulah held the thing in her hand and pointed it at the inner guards, the emperor's inner guards finally saw clearly that it was a weapon that was not very common in the world of Terra, a single-shot gun that the Laterans liked to use.

Unlike the Rutlan rifle that can be fired continuously, the one in Tallulah's hand is more like a "hand cannon", with a terrifying caliber, a magazine that can only accommodate one bullet, and a receiver part whose strength and hardness were changed by Orson using black music scores.

"Times have changed, Neiwei!!"

The flame source stone technique, which was defined as "crude" by the inner guards, no longer aimed to burn everything, but to quickly gather heat within the barrel and continuously compress it. The heat that could burn a building was concentrated into a single point, which served as the propulsion force for the projectile in the barrel.

Then, with the pull of the trigger, this force, which was converted into actual impact, roared out in one breath.

boom! ! ! !

The eardrum-tearing noise startled everyone in the villa. It is said that more than 3% of the people in Che City noticed the dazzling light coming from the Duke of Baikal's villa that day.

"Orson is right... This thing is much more useful than a staff."

Tallulah looked at the inner guard in front of her whose upper body had disappeared, and threw the completely exploded hand cannon in her hand aside in exhaustion.

Is this the power of the [Dragon-Strike Spear] (named by Orson)? Awesome...!

——Next is the last one, Grand Duke Baikal.

Tallulah adjusted her breathing and headed towards the command tower that controlled the city of Che.

63. We are the Imperial Fists! We are your patrol's dear, dear Big Brother!

"Damn Dragon Girl... How on earth did she get in here?!"

On the street, Baikal had lost his usual arrogant and hypocritical demeanor. He was panting and looked extremely embarrassed, and his expensive suit faintly smelled of being burnt.

——I was tricked by that damn dragon... But it's not a big problem. Now the Third Army has joined this battle under the guidance of Kerke and me. No matter whether it is the Integration Movement or something else, those infected pariahs can't make any waves at all.

—Once Qiecheng is successfully activated, no one can stop it! Everything that happens here will be meaningless in the upcoming all-out war with Yan Country. It will still be my victory!

Baikal viciously took off his coat and threw it aside, untied his tie, and threw this set of clothes representing the "old aristocracy" to the ground.

I should have been sitting in my own castle, enjoying a glass of red wine while waiting for the completion of my plan... instead of running around in the street in such a mess like now!

Grand Duke Baikal headed towards the Chernobyl command tower. According to the original plan, he would never go here because there was a possibility that someone would capture the evidence, and it would take a lot of energy to cover it up and destroy the evidence.

But the situation at this time had left Duke Baikal with nowhere to go. After he escaped from the castle, he found that the army group that originally belonged to him in the city had been completely dragged down by the so-called "Integration Movement" and a group of infected people who came out of nowhere. There were no soldiers who could be used by him at all.

The Grand Duke of Baikal, who had never considered that the castle would be invaded silently, suddenly realized that the only chess pieces he could use at this time were the troops of the Sarkaz mercenary Garson who were heading to the command tower to carry out the mission.

"Asshole, I'll definitely hang that guy to death later - no, tie him to a battleship and drag him to death."

The control tower was right in front of him. Baikal took the elevator to the top floor and took out the walkie-talkie to contact Garson.

After three rings, the intercom was connected.

"Mercenary leader, how are things going over there? There have been some changes to the plan. Activate Cut City immediately!"

"Hey, are you looking for that annoying Sarkaz? Sorry, he's not in the control tower right now, and it doesn't look like he can answer the phone~"

"—"

Baikal frowned. The voice on the other end of the intercom was not Garson's, but a woman's lazy and sarcastic tone.

"who are you?"

"Have you forgotten me so quickly? Well, there's nothing I can do. After all, I'm just the second-in-command who works for a living."

"Garson, where the hell is that guy?!"

Grand Duke Baikal loudly questioned the woman on the other end of the intercom.

"Where is he? Well, he's right next to me, but I also told him that it's not convenient for him to answer the phone right now."

On the other end of the intercom, W showed a mocking smile, and at her feet lay a Sarkaz mercenary whose left arm and half of his chest had been completely blown off. It was Garson.

Almost at the moment the war broke out, W began his revenge. Fortunately, it was not difficult to find Garcson. As a Sarkaz mercenary, W didn't even need to ask Garcson's soldiers to guess the location of the mercenary leader.

W was now near a hidden safe house of Sarkaz mercenaries. The wounds of varying sizes on her body, as well as the corpses of Sarkaz warriors around her that could no longer be distinguished as being from W's faction or Garson's faction, all indicated that a deadly battle had just ended here, and the final winner was W.

"Anyway, it's just a common internal conflict among the Sarkaz. Don't worry, just transfer the balance to my account. Employer—ah, I hung up."

W looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand with a bored expression, then threw the walkie-talkie into the corner.

"So—you've made up your mind to follow me?"

W stood up from Garson's body and asked the Sarkaz people behind him who were still alive after this deadly battle.

"We are not following you, W. We are simply... we are tired of living without a name. Promise us that you will lead us to find our own names."

The Sarkaz mercenaries responded calmly.

"Ha, that's nonsense. Ah—but there's one name, only one name you can't use, okay?"

W held out his finger and stuck out his tongue.