Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

Does only pirated software have Chinese?

Am I also a victim of legitimate games????

Section 33 Chapter Thirty-Three [The Time for Judgment is Now!]

"Really impatient, they're already starting to push the front line forward."

The outskirts, the front line of the snow removal plan.

It was already night, yet the sky was filled with the lights of various Originium Arts, making the entire land as bright as day.

Don't these people know how conspicuous they are right now?

Chlorine Sodium watched the surrounding positions light up and the offensive spells and massive iron forks shot from siege cannons flying towards her at high speed. She was indeed moving towards the area with fewer people, while also dodging the incoming magical attacks as much as possible.

Of course, it wasn't that she couldn't fight or defend, but rather...

Only by doing this could she lure everyone over and kill them more efficiently.

Her vision was filled with the fluctuations of life. She could see them even if they were hiding in the snow, let alone any attempts to ambush her using the darkness and camouflage for cover.

But then again, humans are like this: extremely cautious when weak, but very reckless once they become strong.

They even gave up their initial altitude advantage and started descending, as if trying to evade artillery fire, forced to seek cover in the low altitude to avoid the targeting lock of the cannons.

[Contract the encirclement.]

The infantry phalanx had already begun to advance.

The dense crowd was like fear itself staining the white snow, charging towards Chlorine Sodium's direction.

However, everything, every sign that seemed to indicate victory, was a false illusion created by the enemy.

It wasn't that Ursus was about to achieve another victory.

It was that God had lost interest in playing any longer.

The artillery fire that had been direct shots turned into curved trajectories, first flying into the sky, then descending under the control of gravity, finally performing a dive-bomb attack on the targets.

Each shell had the equivalent yield of an aerial bomb, descending in clusters from the heavens. Like meteors, the dazzling light formed a torrent of light, crashing down like a meteor shower.

Even she, if subjected to such saturation bombardment, would probably get hurt...

But that was only if.

However, in this world, there is no "if."

Snap.

It was a crisp, faint sound, so weak that it was instantly drowned out by the howling wind and snow the moment it was made.

No one but Chlorine Sodium would hear it.

It was the sound of a crisp finger snap.

The next moment, a purple halo suddenly opened in mid-air!

A net formed by countless halos suddenly unfurled in the sky, like a miracle.

"What is that?!"

No one had ever seen such a scene. Humans are such small beings; an immense miracle appearing suddenly in the sky would make them feel their own insignificance.

That's how humans are; they cannot realize how small they are until they witness something boundless.

So, do you see it now?

The countless halos in mid-air were not defensive spells but acted like black holes, engulfing all the falling artillery fire.

"How is that possible!"

At the same time, in the central command post, the Grand Duke stared dumbfounded at everything displayed on the screen. He couldn't believe his eyes; no, anyone would find it hard to believe what they were seeing.

This was an era where legends of gods had long since become myths, and no one had seen a true miracle in ages.

Yet today, at this very moment, a divine miracle appeared before their eyes, nullifying countless attacks.

All the previous attacks that filled the sky vanished! It was as if the attacks in the sky had never existed at all!!

The astonishing sight made the man forget to breathe, letting alone shouting the order to "continue attacking."

However, Chlorine Sodium knew nothing of mercy.

How could she spare those who bared their fangs at her?

Although killing is the bravery of a commoner, and forgiveness is the might of an emperor. But I, Chlorine Sodium, am just a general villain.

She was not an emperor, but a villain.

Humans are like this, beasts that cannot sing praises without experiencing death.

So, let there be destruction.

Energy reversed. Just as the soldiers in the phalanx stood bewildered by the disappearance of the artillery fire, the purple halos that had been open in the sky suddenly vanished and reappeared behind the military formation.

"Could it be..."

The Grand Duke stared blankly at these series of bizarre phenomena, as if suddenly thinking of something, and abruptly stood up, wanting to shout something to his adjutant.

But in the next moment, artillery fire and offensive Originium Arts that had ceased to exist flew out from those halos.

The surging downpour effortlessly reversed the attack.

The Herrscher of the Void's authority was the manipulation of space itself.

The tables had turned.

"General."

The young girl watched the grand spectacle of destruction with delight and said slowly.

In an instant, the moment the first siege cannonball landed in the artillery position, disaster began.

The surrounding positions instantly turned into a sea of fire; saturation strikes were absolutely devastating to concentrated positions.

This was the power of gods, destruction in mere moments.

Looking at this burning scene, it was truly laughable.

The chair, originally placed steadily in the central command room, was knocked over as the Grand Duke hastily stood up.

Grand Duke Ivanov Kim Yusupov stared in disbelief at the last display screen that was still showing normally. All the others had turned into static, along with subtitles indicating signal interruption.

He was dumbfounded, or rather, couldn't believe it, unable to utter a word for a while.

Before he could even finish his thought, half the screens had lost signal, indicating the receiving machines had been destroyed.

And the one word he wanted to say to the orderly was just one word, but there wasn't even time for that.

Run.

Before he could finish speaking, it all became reality. The front line had become a sea of fire, and the saturation bombardment exploding in the central cluster meant the outcome was predictable.

The General felt his legs go weak; if the guards hadn't supported him, he might have collapsed to the ground.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Was this some kind of nightmare?!!

However, before Grand Duke Ivanov Kim Yusupov could even steady himself, a shockwave, filled with accumulated snow, blew all the way here from the front line!

After a moment of earth-shattering tremors, all the snow in the sky was blown away.

The entire central command post was left in disarray by this gust of wind.

As the Grand Duke took in everything before him, unable to comprehend what had happened, an uninvited guest's figure appeared in the command room.

"Human, are you the one looking for me?"

ps: I'm dying from staying up late [spitting blood]. I feel like I'm severely sleep-deprived. I sleep according to American time, which makes it hard to go out and buy food domestically. It's too cold, and every time I eat at home, I have to rush to catch the mealtime. It's so uncomfortable, and I have no appetite when I force myself to get up.

Being human is so tiring. If only I had the Stone Mask, I wouldn't be human anymore. Dio, too. What's so great about conquering things? It's about a sense of security. Artists or writers should definitely crush their peers with their hard work. [Glances at Araki's unchanging face] He's drawing his autobiography, so that's fine. [Slumps down]

Oh, right, I'm thinking about whether I should put any censored plot points in the group chat in the future? [Side-eyeing] Although I feel like the group would die that way.

Chapter 34: [Round Two]

"How does it feel?"

Far from the chaos of war, Yaga stood on a cliff, watching the raging fires burning in the distance between the mountains and fields. The crimson flames reflected in the woman's dark pupils.

"It certainly has the ability to overturn the chessboard..."

The woman retracted her pupils, which had contorted into a strange shape, and they returned to their near-human roundness as she spoke.

"But it's still a long way from being a god."

"So, a rare high score? Oh, don't tell me, let me guess."

Koschei seemed to be in a good mood, looking with satisfaction at the burning land not far away.

"I'm guessing nine points, right? A very rare nine points."

"Tch, close enough."

The woman didn't seem as interested. She always seemed indifferent to everything.

"Mhm, so ten points is the maximum?"

"...Hmph, roughly."

Yaga crossed her arms and snorted dismissively, neither confirming nor denying.

But to Koschei, who knew her well, this was as good as an affirmation.

Indeed, Yaga rarely gave high scores to other beings. In her eyes, the bear-skinned man was a seven, and as for Koschei, he was a five.

This was a very subjective evaluation. Yaga was similar to the Snow Demon in some ways: she preferred simple and direct solutions to problems. Therefore, her subjective impression of Koschei was that he was an old schemer hiding behind the scenes. How much combat power could an old schemer have?

Not much. If they truly had enough strength, wouldn't they just flip the chessboard and beat their opponent senseless? Why would they need schemes and tricks?

All tragedy and powerlessness stemmed from personal inability.

Yaga, who judged everything by combat power, naturally felt the Snow Demon was a worthy opponent.

Perhaps a good opponent, nothing more.

As for the actions of the Ursus military.

Ten out of ten.

This was Koschei's subjective evaluation, perfectly aligning with his thoughts. It was a flawless collaboration, couldn't be more perfect.

As for the innocent lives lost due to the execution of his schemes, Koschei felt great regret and would sincerely thank them.

After all, their deaths had meaning, adding bricks and mortar to Koschei's ideals. How could he not be grateful?

Their lives were inherently meaningless. Koschei had found a good purpose for them. Wasn't that the best thing?

After all, he loved this land and the people upon it.

A cold-blooded assessment, scoring the life-and-death struggles of the soldiers on the battlefield, watching with relish as they faced death at his hands, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Yet, this was reality. Those at the top would not have their hands stained with blood. The struggles on the land were like the infighting of ants, spectacular but lacking a better, more detailed perspective.

Great, and cold.

"However, this time, perhaps the military has shot themselves in the foot, and it will be difficult to clean up."

"A pointless worry. Humans will always find someone to clean up the mess. Just like nature, when something dies, scavengers will come to take care of the leftovers."

"That's quite harsh, Miss Yaga."

"The feeling is mutual, hmph."