Chapter 460
However, there are many branches of the Sarkaz, and it is not uncommon for them to have the same name and codename.
Not long after, Ines quietly landed beside her.
Having known W for so many years, she was well aware of his two-faced nature. He would obediently go to sleep on the surface, but he would definitely sneak away behind her back.
Ines kept watch until after 2 a. m., but seeing that W still hadn't made a move, she thought she was just imagining things. After taking a short nap, she discovered he was gone around 5 a. m.
W, knowing that Ines had caught up with him, grinned smugly and waved to her.
Since you've already come all this way, let's go together.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared ahead!
A Circular Spacetime Rift slowly opened, revealing a Giant Skeleton. Its Nerve Bundles extended out, dragging a massive Cargo Box.
Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, W couldn't help but frown.
Tsk, what exactly is this thing?
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Chapter 535 the Doctor's Choice (4K)
What is this?
Transport Ship made from Giant Beast Bone?
W was truly surprised that Theresis was hiding such a large creature in the Central City District.
While traveling with the Self-Rescue Army, Clovicia and the others had been searching for Sarkaz's supply lines.
Because the various Duke outside the city established their own Defense Zone during the siege of Londinium.
Prevent speculators from profiting from the war and provide any material assistance to the Sarkaz.
The city's reserves of supplies are extremely limited, and they are all non-renewable resources. Every bit consumed is a bit less, making it impossible to cultivate grain on a large scale in the Central City District.
The Sarkaz managed to hold out for six months without looting civilians, and even had surplus supplies to provide to the workers at the military factory in the Haibury District.
Therefore, everyone, including the Self-Rescue Army, believed that Sarkaz had a hidden supply line that could continuously transport various supplies from the outside to replenish the massive daily resource consumption of the Sarkaz City Defense Army.
In retrospect, there were indeed no hidden supply lines.
The Sarkaz simply opened a Warp Gate and used massive Transport Ship to deliver supplies, eliminating intermediate steps and distributing them directly from the origin to the destination.
This kind of Void Logistics is difficult to guard against.
Crates of steel, Pure Gold, and Originium landed and were counted by Sarkaz laborers.
"What are you doing squatting here? Get up and let's talk."
Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out from about four or five meters behind them.
Ines was horrified; she hadn't even noticed the enemy approaching, which showed the disparity in strength between the two sides.
She turned around at the sound and saw a Sarkaz woman with long pink hair and golden eyes. It was Ursula, an old acquaintance from her days as a mercenary in Kazdel.
"In ancient legends, a colossal Great Beast that could slow down everything before one's eyes and peer into the past through the mist attacked Kazdel. In the end, the hero Ursula traversed countless pasts and rescued his kin lost in the Time-Space Illusion. When I named myself after this hero, I never imagined that one day I would witness this legend with my own eyes."
At this point, Ursula's lips curled into a slight smile:
"Ines, your Blackhorn are getting more and more impressive. If I didn't know you, I might really think you were Sarkaz through and through. You and W are here, so where is Heredrey? Outside?"
Seeing that her actions had been discovered, Ines raised her hands and emerged from the shadows, indicating that she meant no harm.
"He didn't come; it's just the two of us this time."
Ursula smiled, her left hand, gloved in white, always resting at her waist, ready to draw her sword at any moment.
"Ha, that's a real shame. If Heredrey were here, I would question him to his face. General Manfred treated him so well, why did he have the heart to betray him?"
W then stood up, clutching Potato Bomb in his hand:
"This isn't a matter of betrayal; it's simply that they were too weak to win and were captured by us. By the way, aren't you the next leader of Scar Market? What are you doing here? Is playing the legendary hero something that makes you so eager to risk your life?"
Ursula knew W was sharp-tongued, and the smile that appeared on her lips was an acknowledgment of her aggressiveness.
"Those ancient legends aren't as captivating anymore. Only some old folks still reminisce about those bygone days. It's rare to run into the two of you here, how about we find a place to sit down and have a drink?"
Upon hearing this, Ines sized up the woman before her:
"I remember you used to never drink alcohol."
"Heh, you said it yourself, it was in the past. The me now is not the me of the past."
Ursula's words were loaded with meaning, seemingly indicating her desire to sever ties with her past image.
She may have been naive and innocent in the past, easily giving her heart away at the slightest sign of kindness. But unbeknownst to Ines and the others, Ursula had grown up.
Perhaps it was her first time killing someone, or perhaps it was betrayal by her best friend. In any case, she began to learn how to live like an adult. Her behavior also changed, gradually conforming to what people called 'mature'.
"No need for wine. The whole reunion of old friends isn't touching at all. No matter how good our relationship was before, what is there to talk about after so many years apart?"
Ursula smacked her lips, agreeing with W's point, but still felt compelled to speak her mind:
"Ever since you left Scar Market, I've heard so much about you. Later, someone even offered a huge reward for your heads. As your fame grew, I started to realize that even if we met again, we probably wouldn't be on the same path."
"You really were prescient."
"Ah, thank you for the compliment, Ines. I remember you once said that to live a long life, one must always stay alert. Only in this way can one avoid having one's head taken and sold for money without even realizing it. Although I don't know if I should be proud, I have indeed done it."
Ines understood the changes the other person had undergone over the years, and a rather amused smile appeared on her face:
"Alright, let's leave the reminiscing here. To be honest, I don't want to hear you reminisce about the past and get caught up in a nostalgic atmosphere. If you'd like to talk about how you became a major on the Military Committee, perhaps I can be a listener."
"Indeed, we shouldn't get caught up in reminiscing. We haven't seen each other for many years, and we've long since lost touch."
At this point, Ursula's eyes sharpened:
"Then why would a Sarkaz and Caprini disguised as Sarkaz be at the Military Committee's top-secret transport location?"
Upon hearing this, Ines gave W a look.
Ursula wasn't blind; she immediately understood what the two were trying to do.
"Want to fight two against one? Don't you know where you are? The lesson I've learned over the years is that once you start fighting, it has to be a fight to the death."
You chose to Babel, which seems to have been renamed some kind of island now. I, on the other hand, chose to join the Military Committee, following in the footsteps of the two His Highness. We were never on the same path from the very beginning, were we?"
"Wait, Your His Highness?!"
W's pupils dilated dramatically, instantly capturing the key words:
"What do you mean? Is Her Highness the Empress still alive? Did she fake her death or feign death?"
"Her Highness the Empress has always been here, but you are far from the royal court and blinded by illusions. They promoted me, giving a girl from the Slums the opportunity to look at the same sand table as the Royal Court Member."
To be honest, I feel sorry for you. If you surrender now, I might be able to help you with introductions. But if you refuse, don't blame me for being impolite!
As they spoke, a group of Spine Guard, their bodies connected by Nerve Bundles, noticed the anomaly. They raised their weapons and shouted to their nearby comrades:
"There's an intruder here!"
Seeing their menacing demeanor, Ines showed no sign of panic. A few seconds later, the Spine Guard stepped on a landmine planted by W and was instantly thrown over by the scorching heat.
"Ursula, this is indeed an elite force. However, they are all talk and no action, never observing the battlefield environment."
As soon as they finished speaking, the Spine Guard who had fallen to the ground stood up again. Their tolerance for fire and pain far exceeded what the two men had imagined.
"W, is your bomb watered down?"
Water can't detonate a bomb, and W knew Ines was subtly mocking her, so she didn't bother arguing for the time being. Meanwhile, Ursula, who had been observing all along, finally made her move.
The dim firelight and rising, distorting dust created a hazy, dreamlike scene. Sparks in the wind scorched her cloak and the ends of W's hair.
"Ines, something's wrong!"
W's expression was unusually serious, because she hadn't felt such a direct sense of danger in a long time.
At this moment, even the shadows seemed to be boiling.
"Retreat immediately!"
In the early morning, Amiya had a nightmare.
In her dream, she felt powerless. She kept feeling someone calling her name, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Are you the Doctor?"
Amiya spoke in her dream, but received no response. The surrounding space twisted rapidly clockwise, as if she had fallen into a bizarre Space-Time Tunnel.
Gradually, she began to make out some sounds. It was like someone whispering in her ear, or perhaps a distant echo:
"I saw cities, ravaged and devastated. I saw Originium, scattered across the land. I saw you—"
Before Amiya could hear the rest of the story, she suddenly woke up with a start. She gasped for breath, her forehead and back already soaked with cold sweat.
The Doctor, who was sleeping fully clothed, heard the strange noise and immediately opened his eyes to check the situation.
Seeing her like this, he asked with concern:
"What's wrong, Amiya? You don't look well. Did you have a nightmare?"
Amiya pressed her temples, which were throbbing with pain, and after a moment felt a little better. She then looked up at the hooded man in front of her.
"Yes, I dreamt that in the Golden City of the Sargon, we nailed the Eternal Army to their coffins. I dreamt that the towers of Cinderelme decayed and crumbled, and the Golden Law could not play a single note. I dreamt that in the eternally standing Holy City of Laterano, a strange blackness stained the pure white churches. Even the arrogant Sargol Person bowed their heads before me. I felt like Demon King reigning over all, making people everywhere submit to me."
But I've never thought that way, nor have I ever done it. I just hope that the Vulnerable Groups on this land can be treated kindly. Is conquering every place my destiny?
It's said that dreams are an expression of the subconscious, but that's definitely not the path Amiya is pursuing.
"Destiny? No."
The Doctor shook his head, slightly raising his chin to indicate to Amiya that she should look towards the dozing Broca not far away:
"Do you remember the Sarkaz Prophecy Logos mentioned to us before the This Ship entered Victoria territory? He said the Cyclops predicted that eventually a pure-blooded Wendigo would die at the hands of the Demon King."
But you've seen his strength; he neither died at the hands of Theresis nor at yours.
Therefore, predetermined fate is the result that only occurs after you give up. If you persevere, there is a possibility of changing the future! Submitting to fate will only allow it to prevail; you must resolutely resist it!
This dose of inspirational rhetoric immediately made Amiya feel a bit better.
"Thank you, the Doctor."
The Doctor scratched his head shyly, always seeming a little reserved when faced with Amiya's praise.
"In short, your destiny is in your own hands. As long as you don't relinquish your right to choose, there is still hope for change. I know you are deeply troubled by the title of Exotic Demon King, but nothing is absolutely necessary."
If you feel that you cannot defy fate on your own, then find a variable powerful enough to counteract its arrangements.
Amiya's brow relaxed; she realized she had been putting too much pressure on herself lately. With Theresia passing the Demon King's crown to her, she would inevitably have to face everything that followed.
This is the suffering we deserve, the sin we must endure.
As for someone powerful enough to defy fate, Amiya could only think of one person after much deliberation.
Shi Lei.
"The Doctor, are you talking about Doctor Zhongli?"
The Doctor nodded, then suddenly changed the subject:
Do you know Priestess?
Amiya had never heard of this name before, and shook her head, saying:
"Never heard of it. What's wrong? The Doctor, have you remembered something?"
The content of the experience in the illusion was a bit inappropriate for children, so it wasn't convenient to tell her. After a moment of silence, the Doctor carefully chose his words and explained: