Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Even if the entire Black Snake is safe and sound, even if the position of "Grand Duke of Kosice" is still inherited by someone... but that is only the Black Snake in the general sense.

To outsiders, they may have been dealing with a cunning and sinister Phidias, but what about the many individuals who make up this "evil god"?

Previously, Tallulah was the most anticipated among the many Black Snakes.

Noble blood, powerful skills, outstanding talents, beautiful appearance (at least in Black Snake's hands) and potential claims...

The Originium disease infection slightly diminished her value, but with proper care, she still possessed an astonishing lifespan as Drake. If Black Snake could truly master this body, she might even have a small chance of ruling over the three kingdoms of Ursus, Victoria, and Great Yan!

However, this body that was now squeezed to the limit gave "Talulah" the illusion that Originium crystals were growing in her flesh and blood.

With no time to continue pursuing down this pathetic path, the black snake staggered and collapsed to the ground, making one last stand.

Come, capture me, and return my body to Tallulah.

This way, I'll at least get a break...

boom.

All sounds are silent.

This time, Scout's bullet hit the heart.

A reassuring electronic voice announced in the channel, "Thank you for your hard work. The original Ace layout will remain largely unchanged, but I will adjust the details to individual needs."

As Ott made further plans, the operators covered each other, staring at the motionless body on the ground while continuing to clear the dragon fire.

It's so oppressive!

If you are not careful, you will get burned to a pulp!

Their instructions were a little too precise, it was like walking on a tightrope!

To think we could actually defeat this humanoid, natural disaster-like monster? Even though we were personally involved, it didn't feel real...

In this situation where everything has come to an end, although Otto provided them with clear instructions, many operators still subconsciously relaxed their vigilance.

Tallulah's body, which had already collapsed completely, suddenly moved.

The movement of her joints drove the movement of her limbs. She rose slowly like a puppet, and her torso swayed like a rag doll for a long time before stabilizing.

Finally, those lifeless eyes slowly opened.

Actually... you can even do something like this! ?

As the operators panicked, Ace and Scout exclaimed in shock, "...Attention all units! Do not attack!"

"Repeat! Attention all units!"

"Don't attack!"

Ace swallowed, his eyes beneath his sunglasses revealing an instinctive fear. But he still managed to gather himself and rolled the Pure Originium he had prepared from the ground to Tallulah's side.

"very good."

"Talulah" knelt on one knee awkwardly to pick up the Origin Stone, not caring at all that Black Snake's tasteful little skirt continued to be stained with ash.

Draco's eyes gradually regained their spirit. He stared at his burning fingers while positioning himself in front of him.

puff.

The dragon claws violently tore open the charred wound, searching aimlessly in the aroma of protein.

The bullets landed on the wilderness with a dull sound.

"Ah." The dragon girl stretched her slender neck, frowned, and a little pain slipped away from her teeth.

She called out to an operator in frustration, "Patricia, lend me your coat."

"...Huh?" The operator shuddered before reacting.

She glanced around, and everyone who was caught by her eyes avoided her.

“I, me!?”

"Okay, okay!" She nodded frantically and hurriedly balled her coat.

"Hand it over personally." Draco said lazily. Although he was covered in dust, his nobility and grace were not diminished.

The random female operator muttered "Ah, ah, ah" again, finally taking a few steps forward with a sad face. This distance was probably the reason she was singled out.

"Put it on." Draco moved his forearm with his elbow, and his fingertips weakly pointed at his face.

"Yes Yes!"

Chapter 194: Non-stop

The loose Rhodes Island uniform was draped over Tallulah's narrow shoulders, covering up the mess, scars, and exposed skin caused by the black snake, leaving only the cold and indifferent face.

"Blocking the view."

Otto's order came out from Draco's thin lips, and Tallulah frowned and began to pull the "Destiny Reconstruction".

In order to remove the bullet from the chest cavity, Ott's previous operation was a bit too simple and rough, leaving a huge wound "open in the chest".

Taking into account some technical issues and the small possibility that the black snake in Tallulah's body would move again, Otto did not plan to use the same simple and crude method to remove the bullet in the heart for the time being.

The plan has been decided... let's get started.

"hold my hand."

"Alas!"

The female operator trembled and let out a few strange cries, but finally had to obey the indifferent order from Tallulah.

An insignificant white ornament was temporarily equipped on her, opening up a road to the underworld of Ott's spiritual world.

"Bite your teeth."

The passerby female operator's body and the clothes draped over Tallulah's shoulders blocked the view of other people, but her own eyes were involuntarily attracted to Tallulah's wound.

Where the clothes were torn, those places that were originally wounds were mostly replaced by new skin that was "as soft as a baby's". After the wound on the chest was enlarged, the bone streaks could even be seen.

Young tentacles broke out from the edge of the wound and from the end of the black snake's burnt flesh, dancing a devilish dance.

They entangled with each other, weaving into a dense web, then slowly blending into one, forming a translucent film. This film covered the surface of the wound, hiding the tangled interior beneath a pink curtain.

The passerby held her breath and looked at the scene tremblingly.

The tendrils of flesh, ignited by the reconstruction of fate, not only danced on the surface but also continued to dance deep within, their demonic obsession constantly repairing everything they could. Along with this thousandfold increase in healing speed came rapidly rising pain, numbness, and itching.

The sensory changes brought about by the rapid healing of the wound were like a surging wave, sweeping over the female operator's mind. She only felt that even the deepest part of her bones was surging outwards.

She seemed to hear the complex rhythm of blood flowing in Tallulah's body, and behind that rhythm, an extremely huge shadow was cast.

……

Ever since the Sarkaz mercenaries following W entered Rhodes Island, rumors about Otto's true identity had spread to a small extent. However, due to the early days, this nonsense had not yet gained much attention.

Until now.

The gloomy black clouds occasionally broke through a gap, and the rare sunlight gathered into a ray, shining on Tallulah, like a divine light reaching straight to heaven.

Patricia looked up in a trance, staring into Tallulah's dragon eyes, but she saw the doctor who had always been mysterious and completely concealed his appearance in an airtight uniform.

Dr. Ott.

The sacred light hit his silver hair, reflecting an arc of light like a halo.

Pious!

Then her sanity failed her.

In the wide sleeves, the dragon girl's slender but powerful arms firmly held the unfortunate female operator who was passing by.

Ott sighed.

He did have the idea of taking advantage of a mistake and using the "Mind Flayer" story to deceive the Sarkaz into supporting him. This was also a factor in his public performance of "necromancy".

Then, Otto grabbed the nearest female operator and asked her to share the various feelings of rapid treatment so that he could reconstruct destiny more accurately.

But he never imagined that such a large Rhodes Island could have so many talented people with extraordinary inspiration...

In the wilderness, under a divine light.

The Dragon Girl was wearing a loose and simple uniform, covering up her noble clothes that were full of holes and stained with her own blood. She held a fainted woman in her arms with a calm expression.

The operators held their breath. While not everyone had the whiff of insight to actually see Otto's face, they still had some idea of who was currently inside this body. This provided a wealth of firsthand evidence for the rumors that Otto would never directly acknowledge.

Ace stared at it for a long time before mumbling, "Didn't they just say consuming Originium would be enough? Why the sacrifice?"

Scout put the gun back on his back, elbowed him, and said, "She's fine. She must be fainting from the blood...right?"

Can you still go out on field work if you’re afraid of blood?

Is the Human Resources Department's work so abstract now?

No, no, we can’t offend the doctor’s family so easily!

Ace thought about the recent rumors and decided to give the Heartbeater some face—another person who confused the two.

"She's feeling uncomfortable with some of the symptoms during treatment." Otto didn't argue, simply entrusting the female operator to the others and saying, "The Reunion leader's interception operation has come to an end."

"Ace, Scout, rush to Longmen and contact the Earth Spirits to prepare to purchase and escort supplies to Facility Fourteen. That's where the Chernobog refugees will eventually end up."

"I understand!" Ace scratched his chin. "But, Doc Otter...is this the end?"

Ott's familiar voice came from his recent enemy's mouth: "Negative."

"The leader of the Reunion Movement may have her own machinations, but everything she ignites is real."

"Killing, or even capturing this body, is only the simplest and most direct part of the whole task."

"We need to spend much more energy to clean up the mess for the residents of Chernobog—especially since Chernobog is about to be severely contaminated by Originium and will be uninhabitable under normal conditions for a hundred years."

"It will be uninhabitable for a hundred years...?" Many operators finally woke up from the scene where "Talulah" was resurrected on the spot.

"How do you feel about the weather now?" Ott asked himself and answered: "It's terrible."

"And the weather is terrible..." She fastened the throat strap of her uniform, locking her graceful body into the classic Rhodes Island uniform.

The operators couldn't help but look up at the sky, following Tallulah's perspective.

People kept asking, "A natural disaster...?"

Ott didn't answer.

Chernobog.

The Rhodes Island operators have already located most of the residents still remaining in Chernobog.

"How's the debugging of the broadcasting facilities going?"

"The natural disaster will arrive in ten hours at most. The signal is a bit poor, but the core city is not that big."

"Yes, yes. No, no. Don't keep me guessing!"

"Enough."

As the operators searched and rescued, a broadcast spread throughout the city of Qie.

"Attention, residents! The secondary natural disaster codenamed 'Boomerang' is about to pass through."

Chapter 195: In the Long Run, Everyone Will Die

The terrifying dark clouds in the sky made the day dark, let alone the night.

Under the dim lights of Rhodes Island, refugees stumbled onto the road of migration, following each other step by step. Like ants moving house, the crowd followed the lights in a daze, trying their best to distinguish the voices of the operators amid the gradually intensifying thunder.

It is estimated that "Boomerang" will cover the entire Chernobyl tonight.

The icy downpour will cover the entire Chernobyl with a layer of rain and dew, and then the cold air from the north will turn it into freezing rain and hail - black hail with Originium dust as the condensation nucleus.

The natural disaster itself will not last too long, and the area it directly affects will not be too wide. However, based on its shape and trajectory, the weather changes it stirs up will be delayed for several months.

The northern cold front will not yield to the abundant moisture sweeping in from the Dragon Gate inland, and a protracted battle between the bear and the dragon will ensue in Chernobog. Torrential rain and hail will alternate here, manifesting in a variety of forms, including rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog, and frost, bringing a terrifying whiteout to the entire core of Chernobog.

If there are still large-scale gatherings of people here, and if there are still villages and farmhouses dependent on the mobile city, then this will surely be an unspeakable man-made disaster.