Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

Men, when they get worked up, can't think about anything else. They just order the crew members to land in the surrounding area, but there's no place to land in a place like this. Where are they supposed to land?

"Did you hear me! Land quickly! Hurry!!!"

However, the man was jolted awake by an atmosphere that felt off.

It was... a strange smell in the air.

The smell of blood.

Why would there be...

It was the pilot, twisting his body in an abnormal, anxious manner, the bloodshot veins in his eyes stained a deep purple...

And the co-pilot, unable to withstand the erosion of the remaining Honkai Energy in the air any longer, let out a roar, opened his mouth wide, and bit off the neck of the crew member next to him!

"What's going on... No... No, no, no!"

The man screamed and collapsed in the cabin, trembling as he pulled out a delicate pistol from his body, pointing it at the pilot, who was struggling to break free from his seatbelt and appeared to have gone mad.

"No. Stay there! Don't come any closer, don't come any closer ahhhhhhh!!!!"

As chaos swept through the entire camp, fear spread rapidly among the crowd.

But the area was surrounded by barbed wire, blocking any path to freedom. The chaotic crowd could only vent their madness within the camp.

Yet, this couldn't stop people from falling one by one.

The next moment, a sudden gale swept through, uprooting the tents that were simply used to block the wind and snow in the camp!

"What's happening outside!"

The soldiers surrounding the camp were all drawn by the hurricane.

And after the dark tents were blown away, everything became clear.

It was like a battle of the gods from mythology...

The terrain was completely altered, and Originium Arts scattered uncontrollably.

And when the group, clad as if in black raincoats, who could wield Originium Arts with ease, appeared before Yelena, she understood why she and the other Infected had been driven here.

Every time those Arts Caster-like figures unleashed Originium Arts, someone on their side would fall!

What do they think Infected are!!!

However, before little Yelena's anger could even ignite, a huge purple circle lit up behind the military formation.

In an instant, destruction arrived.

Those who had used the Infected as disposable batteries to squander their Originium Arts were so simply and decisively struck with devastating force.

It always seemed to be this way; when she hated the overseers in the mine, the entire mine was annihilated as if it were the victim.

The curse saved her.

When she hated those Arts Casters, instant destruction wiped them out completely.

It didn't even give her time to feel hatred.

Was this a curse, or luck?

However, when she looked up at the sky, Yelena's eyes were fixed on the purple glowing object in mid-air.

It was something she was intimately familiar with, yet also utterly strange.

That... existence that seemed to be eternally present in her nightmares, always haunting her...

Snow Demon...

Why was it here too...

ps: The police in Watch Dogs are in cahoots with the gangsters. I went to fight the gangsters, but when there was a shootout, someone outside called the police, and then the police showed up and started attacking me.

The gangsters and the police are ganging up on me, the vigilante?????????

Truly worthy of you, Ubisoft.

Section 38 Chapter 38 [The Past of This Land]

In the sky, a burning plane was falling towards the ground. Countless casualties littered the ground, and even the terrain had been altered.

The snow removal plan could be considered a complete failure.

But this was also normal; after all, when the wheels of history need to turn, they will always crush countless insects.

"The farce is finally over. The military is really getting worse every year."

Yaga had lost interest in the outcome of this battle and turned to leave.

She now had a grasp of the combat power of the true identity of the so-called "Snow Demon," so the rest would be much simpler.

All this fighting was merely an assessment in the eyes of the gods, who looked down upon the land, exuding an aura of cold rationality.

No matter what happened, no matter what the outcome, death was viewed with utter indifference.

"Rushing off to find the Snow Demon already?"

With his hands crossed, Koschei stood in the wind and snow, watching everything unfold below the cliff.

"It's not her turn yet. In my eyes, she's only slightly stronger than those old guys from before."

This world needs pure strength to speak.

The strong prey on the weak; the strong survive, and the defeated lose everything.

An act that would physically annihilate an army might seem incredibly difficult, even impossible, to insignificant ants like humans. However, from a perspective transcending humanity, it wouldn't even be considered a problem.

Let alone the mysterious entities in the deep sea, even the forbidden zones north of Ursus are dangerous areas difficult for humans to approach, yet they are all inhabited by mysterious beings.

Whether it's the mysteries standing on humanity's side, or those that maintain ancient traditions, continuing to slumber in desolate lands, they are beyond the imagination of insignificant beings like humans.

Casually destroying an army is nothing special in the eyes of gods.

Even an old schemer like Koschei, who prefers to operate from the shadows, could do it.

A single monarch can throw the entire land into chaos.

Let alone gods.

However, the true identity of this Snow Demon is somewhat perplexing. Could an ancient being have awakened with a bad temper?

Yaga intended to find a suitable time to meet this Snow Demon.

Of course, Koschei merely watched Yaga leave with a subtle smile.

Yaga, naturally, had no idea that all of this was actually Koschei's doing.

Even the Snow Demon was his subtle ally.

Well, at least for now, they were allies.

However, what was certain was that the Army Group's actions were irreversible, and the Empire would undoubtedly pursue responsibility for this incident.

This would provide a reason to weaken military power, and give the generals and old nobles another justification for seizing control.

Good, this is very good. It perfectly aligns with his expectations.

And next...

"The Empire is about to change," Koschei said, gazing at the fiery red sky.

The Empire was indeed on the verge of change, but that was not what Kal'tsit was concerned about.

When she arrived at this plain, everything was different.

Most of the original ice field had been evaporated, white mist filled the sky, and all that remained was scorched black earth.

Melted crystals and massive Originium crystals were exposed to the air, appearing strange and grotesque.

This land was like hell.

No, this was hell.

Charred corpses on the ground, dismembered bodies, bodies reeking of burnt flesh.

It was all like a scene from hell.

But Kal'tsit didn't pay much attention to these things.

Or rather, she no longer had the energy to care about, or even pity, the unfortunate beings on this land.

Excessive pity was nothing more than lip service.

Climbing the slope, Kal'tsit soon spotted the wreckage of a massive mecha submerged in a deep crater.

The residual heat from the scorched earth had not yet dissipated. Kal'tsit climbed up resolutely, disregarding whether her shoes could withstand the high temperature of the soil and the scattered metal fragments.

Because in her eyes, there was something more important than herself that existed here, and she needed to find it.

Fortunately, the entire mecha had been cut to pieces by the Snow Demon's attack, with both arms and legs cleanly severed, leaving only the colossal body wreckage to fall here. This allowed Kal'tsit to climb onto it.

Perhaps driven by fate, or perhaps because Kal'tsit knew a secret, she had no part in this operation, yet she knew the location of the central control area of this giant humanoid weapon.

The deputy director's whereabouts were currently unknown, but Kal'tsit's attention was not on that.

As she had said before, the suffering of this land was beyond what one person's pity could encompass.

The trolley problem, in the end, was about finding an optimal choice.

When the woman's hand touched the back of the mecha's neck, although it had been cooled by the Ursus cold for some time, it was still emitting a large amount of steam. However, the woman did not give up.

The entire armor was almost melted, the skin beneath the layers of armor, resembling biological tissue, had long since rotted away. The ejection port, heavily protected, had melted and deformed, and the mechanical structure no longer resembled its original form.

The metal surface was like a branding iron at this moment. However, enduring the piercing pain in her fingers and prying at the metal armor with her hands was too naive.

"Mon3tr! Tear it open."

The woman roared a name, and instantly, a mass of blackness appeared behind her.

The monstrous entity roared, its sharp forelimbs directly piercing the metal surface. Like a true beast, it tore at the already melted metal structure, crudely ripping open a large gap.

With the obstruction removed, the central control unit finally successfully activated the emergency ejection program that remained in its program.

This was present from the start, but it was something the Vice Director completely disregarded when he took over. The original biological weapon was designed for multiple uses, but after an experiment failed, it was handed over to the Vice Director.

The Vice Director treated it as a disposable product and naturally saw no further need for the ejection mechanism. However, since the structure was already in place, he simply added a few layers of armor to increase its defensive capabilities.

The central part embedded deep within the spinal cord was ejected urgently. It was a component like a bolt, and along with it, a large amount of high-temperature steam erupted!

The scalding heat instantly turned into white mist upon meeting the frigid air outside. However, the woman paid no mind to the intense heat that could easily scorch her skin. She gripped the bolt of the inserted component with both hands and forcefully pushed it down.

As the valve was released downwards, the metal door opened, and high temperatures poured out from the gap.

Now that the door was open, the rest of the work was simple. Mon3tr roared and tore open the door, which couldn't fully open due to deformation, allowing the woman to lean in and crawl into the narrow space.

Most of the original buffer fluid had already evaporated. The remainder had leaked into the main body due to the crushing deformation of the cabin. There was no buffer fluid left inside when it was ejected.

The interior was pitch black, making it impossible to see, yet she could still make out a frail figure bound motionless in the cockpit.

"I hope you don't make my expenses too much of a waste..."

Kal'tsit placed her hand on the side of the figure's neck, confirming a pulse before she could finally relax.

"You are very lucky... and of course, very unlucky."

As she spoke, the monster behind the woman used its forelimbs to sever the restraints.

Although Kal'tsit herself was not a researcher focused on strength, she felt that the figure she was dragging out was lighter than she was.

It was skin and bones, like dragging out a black cat.

When the sun rose above the horizon once more...

Kal'tsit could finally see the appearance of the being she had dragged out.

Bathed in the light of the rising sun, its pale face exuded an inorganic beauty, like the face of a doll.