Don't Answer! Don't Answer! / Pincer Attack in Space

Buzzing.

Talulah turned its head and saw another drone moving forward along a similar trajectory.

The dragon girl narrowed her eyes into slits as she looked maliciously in the direction the drone was flying.

What is Rhodes Island doing here?

She simply said, "Follow them."

The driver hesitated, "If we stay here any longer, Lungmen will definitely find us..."

Seeing Talulah's emotionless eyes, he wisely kept quiet.

The vehicle followed the drone for a short while before a makeshift camp came into view. Judging from the familiar-looking instruments in the center of the camp, Rhodes Island seemed to be conducting some kind of research here.

What are they researching?

Speaking of that Sarcophagus in Chernobog... when exactly did that Rhodes Island psychic lie down in it?

Is their current activity related to that thing?

"Take off your mask and your uniform." Talulah had a plan.

The driver hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth and revealed his true face beneath the mask.

This is interesting: under Talulah's leadership, the Reunion Movement absorbed a large number of infected rogues as members. And the greatest identification these infected rogues had with the Reunion Movement did not come from their ideals—but from the mask that concealed their identities.

Under this guise, good and evil are both causes and effects of the Reunion Movement.

Clearly, given Talulah's deliberate actions, the latter factor is more significant.

Even at the risk of exposing his weakened state, the driver who had come here with Talulah still chose to obey orders.

It can only be said that in Terra, the sheer strength of an individual is enough to justify following.

Mars flickered in the Dragon Girl's palm, turning the uniform and mask into ashes, completely disregarding how an ordinary person could withstand the cold in such thin clothing.

She then forced the driver out of the car and began to put on a disguise.

As a psychic, she doesn't need to make a perfect disguise. "Talulah" only needs to make slight changes to her appearance and use mind control to fool most people.

Upon seeing Elafia emerge from the vehicle, the driver immediately became alert. "Where's the leader!"

The "Deer Woman" glanced at him sideways.

What pleased "Talulah" more than the bewilderment of passersby was the burning rage of another Talulah within her chest.

Yes... this guy is even more despicable Oute.

She unearthed the image that caused her the most heartache from the depths of Talulah's heart: the image of Alina.

"Any leads on the target?" Scout asked the warlock.

Terra's "drones" are actually magical creations manually controlled by warlocks. Even with Rhodes Island's technological support, the caster cannot be too far from the drone.

"There haven't been any direct leads since that drone crashed," the warlock replied. "But since there are no leads, it means she's been operating in the drone's blind spot."

Ace stroked his chin. "Considering the patrol route... she tracked us down?"

This is one of the pre-designed "vulnerabilities".

While she doesn't have to play the role of a complete victim in every situation, for Talulah to lower her guard and engage in dialogue with Oute, she still needs to believe that she is in a position of power.

However... even with Oute's worst instincts, he hadn't expected her to appear in this way. All the preparations he had made for this had vanished into thin air, becoming meaningless.

A thinly dressed, shivering Ursus man and an Elafia arrived at the camp entrance, crying out for help, "Food! We need food! We'll trade anything!"

"If possible, please let us keep warm!"

Their utter lack of manners in stating their demands, coupled with their focus on survival, truly made them seem like victims. Of course, the most outstanding "performance" here came from the trembling bodies of the Ursus people.

You can tell at a glance that he's freezing cold...

After all, it wasn't acting.

"They look like refugees?"

"If we just need to replenish supplies, we still have a surplus."

"But if we let them settle down now, it will actually..."

On the contrary, it would endanger their lives.

"Find a reason to refuse them!"

Talulah's mental magic was indeed excellent; even elites like Ace and Scout subconsciously lowered their guard.

Scout's heart skipped a beat as orders and saving lives swung between the two extremes.

The Sarkaz youth's lips, hidden beneath his mask, slowly smoothed out, and the emotional turmoil in his eyes gradually subsided. From Scout's perspective, the one calling for help alongside the Ursus was a disheveled Elafia.

Her appearance bears a striking resemblance to Alina, who is still in Hamlet. Considering the differences in clothing and demeanor, the resemblance is already extremely strong in terms of appearance alone!

However, after transferring the same sensory information back to his own brain for processing, Oute still managed to piece together Talulah in her dress.

Even the grand strategy player, whose morality is nothing more than clay in his hands, was slightly taken aback. Oute, who was already in Hamlet's world, slightly shifted his perspective.

The Wendigo warrior was fiddling with his new power halberd. Since he preferred to use his refined martial arts over Originium Arts, the power halberd Bohdrokasthim was actually a performance-oriented one that had completely abandoned Originium circuits.

Previously, during the siege of the office, Oute used this power halberd to perform some tricks to boost the morale of the Deepwinter Soldiers and establish his personal image, and also used it to dispel the Crownslayer's fog.

Now, this solidly crafted ceremonial weapon has been handed over to someone who is even more skilled in combat than Oute.

FrostNova smiled as she guided her adoptive father through the steps of teaching him how to use the Power Halberd.

W, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, sat lazily on the roof of the post station carriage.

He then looked at Alina, who was helping him organize the documents.

"What's wrong, Mr. Oute?"

"I saw something shocking."

Incidentally, adhering to the principle that no one's talent should be wasted, Alina was also "hired" to do some document management work that did not require much technical expertise after the Engineering Department began to enjoy a 64-hour workday in Hamlet.

Perhaps because she could feel the "vibrancy" of her life from another perspective, the Deer Woman was surprisingly willing.

So, since you, the crow, landed on the dragon's back, nobody can complain about who's black!

However, since "Talulah" has appeared in this form...

Oute's plan went wrong in a strange way, right from the very first step: he didn't actually need to design so many linguistic traps for "Talulah." The future "Grand Duchess Kashena" had walked right into them herself.

Reality.

The Sarkaz youth raised the Originium- armored weapon he was carrying and shouted, "Don't move!"

Although none of them found the two refugees suspicious, the surrounding agents still followed Scout and raised their weapons.

"You will receive supplies! We don't need to exchange anything!"

"Don't come near!"

"Repeat!"

"You will..."

Scout's outwardly tough but inwardly soft demeanor only made Rhodes Island more curious about what Talulah was up to—and then she wanted to sabotage it.

"Elafia" pleaded pitifully, "Please, we just escaped from Chernobog, let us rest!"

How can someone with that face put on such a performance?

At least show some respect for the established persona!

Oute closed his eyes to rest, took a deep breath, and then glanced at Alina again.

"Mr. Oute? You've been acting strange ever since... Is there something on my face?"

What is it that has your face on it?

"I'm trying to preserve the correct character's image memory." With that, he closed the scroll contributed by the Necromancer Apprentice, stood up, and shouted, "The time has come! All units, prepare for battle!"

Patriot and FrostNova looked toward the stagecoach carriage, while W flipped over and jumped to Oute's side.

"..." The Sarkaz youth pointed his gun downwards, sighed, and backed down, saying, "You can take a place to stay, but you can't approach our workplace."

"This instrument is extremely precise; if it's interfered with, our Catastrophe data..."

It turns out they were calculating Catastrophe again.

Disappointed, Scout didn't take the "Talulah" he said afterward to heart at all.

She replied casually, "Okay."

The world spun around in an instant.

Oh no! It's a mental spell...

Chapter 190 Spatial Pincer Offensive

After settling Alina in, Oute walked past the "Engineering Department" sign and out of the blacksmith shop.

"Car?"

Patriot's keen senses had already detected something amiss—the stagecoach.

"In the car."

Oute nodded, and those two tufts of raven feathers almost fell off his ears again.

He also clearly sensed that the gazes of all three present were unconsciously drawn to those two tufts of ear-like feathers. Apart from Patriot, both girls had witnessed him without his disguise. And yet, under these circumstances, he still intentionally displayed his easily punctured disguise...

You still want to use the Sarkaz, right?

"Command."

You're the commander, you make the decisions.