Without Stopping for a Moment / In the Long Run, Everyone Dies

The female operator, who was just passing by, muttered "Eee-ooh-ooh" again, and finally took a few steps forward with a mournful face. This distance was probably the reason why she was singled out.

"Put it on." Draco's elbow tugged at his forearm, his fingertips weakly pointing at his face.

"Yes, yes!"

Chapter 194 Without Stopping

The oversized Rhodes Island uniform draped over Talulah's narrow shoulders, concealing the disheveled state, wounds, and exposed skin inflicted by the Black Snake, leaving only her cold and indifferent face visible.

"Obstructing the view."

Oute's command came from Draco's thin lips, Talulah frowned as she began to initiate "Fate Reconstruction".

In order to remove the bullet from his chest cavity, Oute's previous actions were somewhat overly simplistic and brutal, leaving behind a huge, "open-heart" wound.

Considering some technical issues and the slight possibility that the Black Snake on Talulah's body might become active again, Oute temporarily decided against using the same crude and simple method to remove the bullet from her heart.

The plan has been decided... Let's begin.

Hold my hand.

"Alas!"

The random female operator let out a few more strange cries, trembling, but ultimately had no choice but to obey under Talulah's indifferent command.

An insignificant white ornament was temporarily equipped on her, opening a path to the underworld of Oute's mind.

"Grit your teeth."

The female operator, a passerby, blocked others' view with her body and the clothes draped over Talulah's shoulders, but her own gaze was involuntarily drawn to Talulah's wound.

Where clothing was torn, the wounds that were originally there have mostly been replaced by new, delicate skin. And the wound on the chest, after being enlarged, even revealed bone fragments.

Tender tentacles burst forth from the edge of the wound, from the very end of the Black Snake's charred flesh, leaping and dancing with a bewitching allure.

They intertwined and wove together into a dense network, then slowly merged into one, forming a translucent film. This film covered the surface of the wound, concealing the tangled mess beneath a pink curtain.

The female passerby held her breath, trembling as she watched this scene.

The flesh tendrils stirred by the Fate Reconstruction do not merely leap on the surface, but continue to dance in the depths, their demonic entanglement constantly repairing everything it can. Accompanying this thousandfold speed of healing is a rapidly escalating pain, tingling, and itching.

The sensory changes brought about by the rapid healing of her wounds were like a surging tide, sweeping over the female operator's mind. She felt as if even the depths of her bones were surging outwards.

She seemed to hear the complex rhythm of Talulah's blood flowing within her, and behind that rhythm, an immense shadow was being cast down.

Since the Sarkaz mercenaries who followed W entered Rhodes Island, rumors about the true identity of Oute have been circulating on a small scale. However, since it is too early, such unfounded rumors have not yet received much attention.

Until now.

The gloomy dark clouds suddenly parted, and a rare ray of sunlight shone on Talulah, like a divine ray of light leading straight to heaven.

Patricia looked up in a daze, staring intently into Talulah's dragon eyes, only to see the mysterious Doctor, who had always kept his appearance completely hidden under his impenetrable uniform.

Doctor. Oute.

A divine light shone on his silver-white hair, reflecting an Arc Light of light that resembled a halo.

Devotion!

Immediately afterwards, her mind betrayed her.

Within her wide sleeves, the Dragon Girl's slender yet strong arms firmly cradled the unfortunate female agent passing by.

Oute sighed.

He did indeed have the idea of turning a mistake into an opportunity, using the "Mind Flayer" theory to gain the Sarkaz's support. Performing "necromancy" in front of everyone was also partly due to this.

Immediately afterwards, Oute grabbed the nearest female operator and had her share the sensations of rapid healing so that he could more accurately manipulate Fate Reconstruction.

But he never imagined that such a large Rhodes Island would have so many exceptionally talented individuals...

In the wilderness, a divine light shone.

The Dragon Girl, dressed in a loose and simple uniform that covered her tattered and blood-stained noble clothes, held a woman who had fainted in her arms, her expression calm.

The operators held their breath. Although not everyone had an exceptionally sharp intuition and actually saw Oute's face, they still had some understanding of who was inside the body. As a result, they gained a large amount of firsthand eyewitness evidence of the rumors that Oute would never admit to.

Ace stared at it for a long time before finally managing to utter, "Didn't you say it would just consume Originium? Why is there a sacrifice involved?"

Scout slung the gun back over his shoulder, nudged him with his elbow, and said, "She's fine. She's probably just afraid of blood... right?"

Can someone who faints at the sight of blood still be sent on field missions?

Is the Human Resources Department's work really that abstract these days?

No, no, we can't afford to offend the Doctor's family!

Ace recalled the recent rumors and decided to give the Mind Lash Demon some face—yet another one who confuses the two.

"She felt unwell about some of the symptoms during treatment." Oute didn't elaborate, but simply entrusted the female operator to others, saying, "The interception operation against the Reunion Movement leader has come to an end."

"Ace, Scout, you two head to Lungmen, make contact with the Earthspirit, and prepare to purchase and escort supplies to Facility Number Fourteen Facility. The Chernobog refugees will eventually settle there."

"Understood!" Ace scratched his chin. "But, Doc Otter ... is that all?"

Oute's familiar tone came from the mouth of a former enemy. "No."

"The leader of the Reunion Movement may have her own schemes and plots, but everything she Ignition is real and true."

"Killing, or even capturing, this body is just the simplest and most straightforward part of the whole operation."

"We will need to expend far more effort to clean up the mess left by the residents of Chernobog —especially given that Chernobog is about to suffer severe Originium contamination and will be uninhabitable under normal conditions for at least a hundred years."

"Uninhabitable for a hundred years...?" Many operators were only now coming to their senses from the earlier scene of "Talulah" being resurrected on the spot.

"How does the weather feel right now?" Oute asked himself, answering, "Terrible."

"And the weather is absolutely terrible..." She fastened the collar of her uniform, locking her graceful body inside the classic Rhodes Island uniform.

The operators couldn't help but look up at the sky from Talulah's perspective.

One by one, people began to ask, "Catastrophe...?"

Oute did not respond.

Chernobog.

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

How's the broadcasting equipment setup going?

"The natural Catastrophe will arrive in about ten hours. The signal is a bit weak, but the Core City isn't very big."

"It either works or it doesn't! Don't make me guess!"

"Enough."

As the operators continued their search and rescue efforts, a broadcast was broadcast throughout Chernobog.

"Attention residents, a secondary Catastrophe codenamed 'Boomerang' is about to pass through."

Chapter 195 In the long run, everyone will die.

The ominous dark clouds on the horizon made even daytime pitch black, let alone nighttime.

The refugees stumbled and staggered along Rhodes Island's dim lights, their steps hesitant and laborious. This ant-like mass followed the lights aimlessly, struggling to make out the operators' voices amidst the gradually intensifying thunder.

Calculations indicate that the Boomerang will cover the entire Chernobog tonight.

The frigid downpour will blanket the entire Chernobog with a layer of dew, followed by cold air from the north that will turn it into freezing rain and hail—black hailstones with Originium as condensation nuclei.

Catastrophe themselves do not last long, and their direct impact area is not very wide. However, based on their shape and trajectory, the weather changes they cause will be delayed for several months.

The cold air from the north will not yield to the abundant moisture sweeping in from the interior of Lungmen in its home arena. The blazing fire and the dragon will engage in a protracted battle in Chernobog. Torrential rain and hail alternate here, exhibiting various forms such as rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog, and frost, bringing a terrible white disaster to the entire core area of Chernobog.

If large-scale gatherings of people still occur here, and villages and farmhouses still exist attached to the Mobile City, then this must be an unspeakable man-made disaster.

What a coincidence, they're long gone.

Now, this area is basically only inhabited by infected people from Chernobog who were unable to escape in time due to the influence of the Reunion Movement —before Black Snake, most of them were not infected.

Despite not receiving timely information, the few remaining Patriot voluntarily joined the rescue operation of Rhodes Island's "good-natured" group. While admiring Rhodes Island, they also... held them in utter contempt.

"How foolish and naive! To possess such power and yet only wield it for the poor? The upper class has a thousand ways to exploit you until you can't take it anymore!"

They were actually not wrong.

A mere humanitarian medical and pharmaceutical complex cannot earn respect.

Outside Number Fourteen Facility, the Deepwinter Soldiers.

The searchlights illuminated the soldiers conducting their theatrical drills outside the camp, making them gleam. When waves of refugees passed by and saw them, they felt a pang of fear, but also calmed down somewhat.

The silver robes and imposing weapons became props on the "stage," adding a touch of coordination and unity to these misfit soldiers whose qualities varied greatly. With the aid of muscle memory, they conducted drills in a respectable manner even without being connected to Oute's mental network.

Somewhat comically, the more you practice in a short period of time, the more out of shape you become.

However, this only highlighted the fact that "they were new recruits." Without spending ten days or half a month investigating, probably no one would have expected that it was this group of people who had fought three brilliant battles in a row.

Leaving aside the performances outside the camp, there was some real training inside the camp.

W, with a French fry dangling from his mouth, sat on the roof of a truck, swaying his trousers.

Below the stage, the Sarkaz who had just "escorted" another wave of refugees had already lazily lined up in a queue. A few team members who had undergone the Oute Spirit Link baptism along with W seemed out of place as "elite"—even though they were originally the elite of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

She lazily addressed the approaching mercenaries, saying, "Our employer this time is a member of the same clan, and he's got plenty of money. He's willing to pay us and provide us with equipment, so don't try to rip us off with any underhanded tactics—I'll do it openly and honestly!"

Congratulations! The young lady's vocabulary is steadily increasing.

"We should knock his crown back too!" a veteran in the audience clamored. "And take him away from us as well!"

It seems that the "Mind Flayer," a concoction created by Hedley with his inexplicable self-confidence, has gradually become a consensus among the Sarkaz. They also believe, based on their rudimentary understanding (or fantasy) of Kazdel, that Oute must be the "Lord of the Mind Flayer Court."

After all, such a rich, powerful, and rare Sarkaz... given their average level of prenatal education failure, this is the only thing they could come up with after racking their brains for a long time.