He Who Loses the Way Finds Little Aid / The Blade of Ursus

We're not familiar with each other yet.

Chapter 212 Those who act unjustly find themselves isolated.

Spending the night in the aircraft wasn't very comfortable, but it was still much better than camping in the snow. After the pilots changed shifts, the near-ground aircraft entered a smooth cruise mode. The slight swaying was like a cradle, giving the Yeti Squad a peaceful, baby-like sleep.

The white rabbit slept peacefully, her thin lips moving slightly, the gradually moistening lips reflecting the cold light from the interior of the spacecraft as she breathed.

Just as the smile was beginning to curve, the aircraft encountered turbulence and shook.

"Signs of awakening detected, releasing recording... Please wait..."

FrostNova's newly equipped personal terminal suddenly responded, its green light illuminating and the PRTS electronic voice sounding.

"Shh... shh... this is Oute."

FrostNova suddenly opened her eyes.

"... Repeat, Arctic Hare, change the plan."

"Preparatory mission terminated. Your unit has now been transferred to the Chernobog Passage to participate in the 'weather data collection' mission."

"The probability of encountering the enemy is extremely low, but please protect the onboard equipment."

The gradually awakening Yetis also heard the repeated messages on the terminal.

They were somewhat bewildered. "What? You don't want us to fight the Black Snake anymore?"

Yes, although FrostNova herself is on the front lines fighting the Black Snake in Hamlet, she and her Yeti Squad are also part of the Black Snake's contingency plan.

Their role was to operate the Winter Lieutenant Machine Gun and drop freezing bombs from their aircraft when a direct confrontation with the Black Snake failed, thus buying time for ground units such as the Ace.

After Black Snake quickly surrendered, based on the principle of "since we're already here," the aircraft was dispatched to investigate the whereabouts of the Imperial Guards.

"Big sister?" Yeti Perotva, somewhat puzzled. "You... you look a little strange."

"..."

Shortly after publicly issuing the above command via the terminal, FrostNova received a telepathic message from Oute.

In the telepathic communication, Oute gave a completely different order, "Inform all personnel of the true mission information: Protect the accompanying technical staff in installing the weather data collection device and complete the reconnaissance mission. There is a certain probability of encountering Ursus Imperial Guards. If that happens, discard the data collection device and ensure the escape of the other personnel."

"Imperial Guards!? Why would there be Imperial Guards!?"

FrostNova did not participate in Talulah's conversation in the real world.

"It hasn't been confirmed yet; they might be the supervisor or guarantor of Project Black Snake."

Or perhaps, both.

Although FrostNova has given herself to Rhodes Island, she still worries about the Yetis.

"If they encounter the Imperial Guards, most of the Yeti Squad will be at their mercy!"

"I am here."

FrostNova suddenly realized that the Imperial Guards's strange characteristic of "the more fearful, the more invincible" had almost no effect when Oute remotely controlled it!

FrostNova cleared her throat, and once the Yeti and the pilot were focused, she relayed, "Gentlemen..."

The so-called "Imperial Guards" is a group of cyborg soldiers who utilize the power of "Demons" that exist strangely in the frozen lands of the north.

They were bizarrely shaped, tall, and resembled monstrous offspring born from the deepest nightmares of the Ursus people. Their full-coverage "helmets" and back devices were interspersed with several tentacle-like tubes. Most of these tentacles grew from the back of their heads, except for the largest tube which dangled from their faces. Their crisp black uniforms and leather boots seemed to emanate from the most despicable and exploitative legal codes.

To those who know a little about it, these were the Tsar's most ferocious hunting dogs.

Those who have witnessed their fighting prowess firsthand might begin to wonder... are they even human beings beneath those terrifying, completely sealed uniforms?

"Yes and no," Kal'tsit said, frowning.

To answer this question, we first need to define what a human being is.

After being modified and combined with that Demons fragment that seemed to come from another "Terra," could the Imperial Guards still be considered human?

After being modified and fused with Seaborn's flesh and blood, is the Abyssal Hunters still considered Aegir?

By a broad standard, yes.

Strictly speaking, none of them are.

Oute chose based on appearance.

After obtaining intelligence about the "Imperial Guards" through the cat's channels, Oute carried out the pre-prepared deployments one by one.

If nothing unexpected happens, then the Imperial Guards should be able to be surrounded and killed here through careful planning.

Lungmen, a park near a slum.

A giant southern rat in a robe held a white chess piece, its grip shifting uncertainly.

Across from him, Wei Yenwu was toying with a few black pieces in his palm.

On the chessboard, a group of black stones stands out conspicuously, already trapped in a cage, waiting for two white stones to be placed before it is annihilated.

But this also seems to be a trap.

For those with exceptional intelligence, capturing this piece would secure the victory for White, leaving Black with virtually no chance of a comeback.

But for ordinary people, this is a chaotic arena of close combat. The slightest opening will cause the white pieces to lose all the advantages they have accumulated!

"You're really putting me through the wringer!" Rat King finally succumbed to the temptation and placed his piece, saying, "Who knows how long this game will take!"

Where did you get this Columbia time?

Wei Yenwu: "I might actually be able to go to Columbia now."

"What? You're not going to go all the way to Columbia to ask for help, are you?"

"What kind of war can Columbia fight? If they're going to move, they should move to Victoria or Kazimierz."

Rat King looked up and saw that familiar worried face, which also held a sense of ease and bewilderment, but not much feigned compassion or genuine distress.

This shouldn't be Wei Yenwu's expression.

"The Ursus matter?"

"Half of it is solved."

"The other half?"

"We have to rely on the weather for our livelihood."

The Rat King smacked his lips for a moment, then realized—this old fellow was composing a doggerel!

You think you can have it so easy relying on the weather?!

So it seems that it's not just half-solved, but almost completely resolved?

But he hasn't even left the city yet, has he?

In his astonishment, the Rat King made a wrong move.

Yes, the Rat King is here to entangle Wei Yenwu and prevent him from playing the "Dark Tactics: The Prince's Head Offering" – things have already escalated to this point, both sides are prepared and have laid out their strategies, what's the point of you just standing here and offering your head?

Are you really going to gamble ten thousand for the chance of something going wrong?

How old are you? Can't you stop being so stubborn?!

Different people naturally possess different intelligence, leading to vastly different judgments—not to mention their differing stances.

Rat King learned of Wei Yenwu's intentions in a somewhat roundabout way: Ch'en gave Lin Yuxia a hint, and the clueless Lin Yuxia went to find the Rat King himself.

Rat King could understand Ch'en's conflicted feelings: if it were her, she would have done the same thing—but she was unhappy to see Wei Yenwu do the same.

Thus, all efforts were in vain, as if leaving it to fate.

"What exactly happened?"

Wei Yenwu's face showed remorse again.

I deserve to die.

But the man stubbornly insisted, "Those who act justly will find many helpers."

Chapter 213 Ursus's Blade

The hatch of the near-ground aircraft was not closed, Talulah peeked out slightly.

Between the Rhodes Island main ship and Number Fourteen Facility, a slightly muddy path has been cleared. Large quantities of supplies are being transferred from the Rhodes Island's holds to the mobile site along this path, and inside the mobile site, the resettlement of refugees is beginning to take shape.

But the snowflakes had been falling for quite some time.

Soon, as the aircraft continued to move forward, an endless expanse of pure white gradually filled the entire field of vision.

Talulah shook her head and looked at Oute opposite her.

He seemed to have an endless amount of work to do, and had been engrossed in the terminal since boarding the plane.

His silvery-white hair revealed glimpses of his jet-black earlobes, drawing the eye and concealing the scholar's aloof nature. His eyes could read almost ten lines at a glance; an ordinary person would likely see nothing at all, let alone process everything so meticulously as he did.

"Mmm!" The big cat stretched and yawned, its slender waist dazzlingly white.

She casually pulled her clothes down and said lazily, "Is that Imperial Guards or something really that powerful?"

"Yes and no." Oute once again gave a riddle-like answer that sent blood pressure soaring.

"Let me answer that," Talulah explained. "While they are all very powerful warriors, their greatest threat comes from the other abilities the modifications have granted them."

"Therefore, with Doctor. Oute's help, we only need to deal with powerful warriors."

"PRTS, save this work." After saying this to the terminal, Oute waited for the breathing light to flash for a while before pulling his arm out of Huang's embrace. "Aside from the Proxy Protocol and mental connection, I have some questions that need to be addressed."

Oute glanced at his side, where a newly manufactured dagger-shaped staff from the Engineering Department lay askew.

From a certain perspective, his spellcasting that misappropriated Originium energy can also be considered a kind of "Originium Arts". This is far more in line with the concept of "Originium Arts" than simply throwing and catching Originium.

Previously, Oute didn't need any "spellcasting materials," as long as he could hold them in his hand. Even now, since he doesn't need any other devices to assist in casting spells, this "staff" is actually a combination of a blade, Originium Prime, and a handle.