Call to Duty

Soon, the aircraft drew an arc across the snow-covered landscape.

Meanwhile, another pitch-black aircraft was already covered with a layer of fine snow.

The two pilots carefully disassembled the equipment, one carrying the power source and the other carrying the radar and data storage, preparing to move them back to the aircraft.

A little further away, the Yeti Squad was on guard.

"Phew, this weather here is awful, it's so cold!" the energy worker complained.

"What's so cold about snow? Wait until the snow melts!" the radar operator retorted.

The energy expert, unwilling to continue arguing, changed the subject, saying, "Hey, you know, since the Doctor came back, the Catastrophe Messenger's reports have been much more accurate!"

"Look, before we left last night, they said it would rain, and after the rain it would snow, and look! Sure enough! Hmm hmm hmm!?"

As he spoke, he stepped onto the thin ice beneath the snow.

He struggled for a moment, and just as he thought he was about to regain his footing, the Yeti caught him.

"Be careful," the Yeti said dryly.

"...Thank you." The energy worker was also a little taken aback.

"Hey!? My radar!"

The radar, which should have been decoupled from its power source, began outputting strange readings, and even the audio equipment that should have been used to broadcast data started whistling.

The Yeti's heart tightened, and it cried out, "Big Sister!"

The pitch-black snowflakes began to fall at some unknown time.

"3,7,11...[secret message],[secret message]."

A cold and strange voice rang out beside FrostNova.

"The Captain's adopted daughter, we meet again." The Tsar's "loyal" hound appeared from a vast expanse of white snow.

His dark figure should have been dotted with snowflakes by the howling Shirayuki, but strangely it retained a kind of "pure filth".

But beneath the feet of the Imperial Guards, the snow that should have been pristine white was inexplicably pitch black.

"Giving up the Reunion Movement is a good choice."

For some reason, the Imperial Guards actually started to praise it.

"Yeliya and Bohdrokasthim simply gave up on Talulah."

FrostNova responded to the monster before her in an even stranger way.

"There is no irreconcilable conflict between Patriot and Ursus." The Imperial Guards, completely oblivious to the problem, let out a sarcastic remark from beneath his skin. "Hiss... After all, Koschei's daughter is nearing her end."

"We'll help Koschei pick up the pieces of his plan. Then heroes like the Captain will once again claim their rightful place in the Empire... hiss..."

"And you, Cautus, a talent like you will also be given important responsibilities. It's just that the Khan Doctor is a bit of an eyesore."

As he said this, the Imperial Guards nonchalantly drew his saber and swung it at the two pilots in the distance.

Amidst the heavy snowfall, patches of black snow subtly revealed the trajectory of an attack.

The attack was so fast that the black snow didn't even have time to land before it formed a blinding stroke that almost struck the waists of the two pilots.

Almost.

The Yeti Squad silently swung their long axes, stopping the attack in a relay.

"Phew... Impressive, a great improvement." The Imperial Guards remained motionless, but FrostNova could sense that the monster had focused its sinister gaze on her.

But a heavier pressure was taking over her body and her nerves.

Furthermore, along with her own will, this spiritual power from Oute actually propelled her own ideas forward.

It's like...

FrostNova, whose literacy level wasn't very high, couldn't think of suitable words to describe it for a moment.

To put it figuratively, Oute constructed a force-feedback "powered exoskeleton" for her mental state.

"This is the second time I've been rejected, so I'm sorry to say."

"13, 17, 19."

Another dark figure emerged from the heavy snow, untouched by a single speck of snow.

"Hmph... Strange, you... are you dead?"

The second Imperial Guards asked in bewilderment, "Fear, excitement, hatred... there wasn't even joy."

Not only are there no negative emotions that should exist, but there isn't even a trace of positive emotion.

"It was there before."

Another jet-black stroke of ink, accompanied by a flash of light, instantly slashed in front of the pilot.

This time, however, the pilot, holding the energy source, tilted his head slightly, and a crystal pillar rapidly grew from the energy component.

A few crystals flew up.

Whether they were pilots or Yetis, while still holding their equipment and posing for the task, they all tilted their heads and looked at the second Imperial Guards.

"Hiss... you... what... are you?"

Chapter 214 Call of Duty

The Yeti did not answer the Imperial Guards's question, nor did the pilots.

They silently formed a defensive line, protecting the two pilots within. On the prominently arranged crescent-shaped power axe mounts, the dark muzzles of guns were fixed intently on the second Imperial Guards.

With a click, the pneumatic firearm entered high-power mode.

A lone bullet charged forward, only to find itself stuck in a quagmire before the Imperial Guards, seemingly frozen in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, the snowflakes in the air were slowly being melted by the bullet.

The bullet was still slowly advancing, but an invisible barrier was blocking its progress, making its speed too "slow." As a result, its trajectory and destination could be clearly traced—the abdomen of the Imperial Guards.

"Hmph... It's nothing..."

Is it nothing to worry about?

Before the second Imperial Guards could finish speaking, after the shooting practice was completed, round, cheap metal bullets burst forth at tremendous speed, raining down on the Imperial Guards!

The invisible barrier was roughly outlined by this wave of projectiles, and then, very quickly, another wave of projectiles concentrated in a small area, followed by yet another! And yet another!

The Imperial Guards reacted extremely quickly. While being used as a close-to-medium range shooting target, only three rounds of fire touched his defensive range after the initial correction. In terms of effectiveness, it could only be counted as one and a half rounds at most...

It's alright, though.

As the Imperial Guards's movement pattern was forced out, a series of rapid shots forced him to constantly change positions—he didn't even have time to speak.

Soon, before the first Imperial Guards could intervene, the Yeti Squad's shot, under Oute's A-frame, had already broken through the second Imperial Guards's defense, creating ripples on the Imperial Guards's "skin".

Even if the shooting itself posed a limited threat, the damage caused by an attack from a large number of "ordinary soldiers" was enough to send a chill down the spines of the Imperial Guards.

Your opponent is me.

The power halberd, specially redesigned for FrostNova, clashed with the saber of another Imperial Guards.

Sparks flew between the blades of the saber and the power halberd. FrostNova used her superior strength and the weight of her weapon to relentlessly press against the Imperial Guards's weak sword.

"Hiss... it feels... different?"

The Imperial Guards sensed something.

"Same appearance, different inner self... She... You... Who is the Captain's adopted daughter?"

As he spoke, a viscous, transparent power surged around the Imperial Guards, the trajectory of the swirling snowflakes vaguely revealing its boundaries. When its boundaries were recognized, in a flash, a dark "flow of energy" could be seen rising continuously within the boundary of the power.

"Country".

As FrostNova was slowed, he swiftly thrust his sword forward, pushing the point of contact against his powerful blade. Just as he intended to increase his strength and twist the saber in this advantageous position, the White Rabbit suddenly resumed its normal movement:

"You still have time to pay attention to this?"

The surging air forced the power halberd's blade to rise further forward, twisting and manipulating towards the Imperial Guards's fingers.

If it were an ordinary enemy, the Imperial Guards would naturally not be afraid of such a strangulation.

However, facing FrostNova, the Imperial Guards continued to urge the Kingdom to act, attempting to delay FrostNova while simultaneously extricating themselves.

He felt no fear whatsoever... one could even say he was like a dead person, showing absolutely no emotional fluctuations!

Wrong!

A keen awareness among the Imperial Guards.

He looked at the silent Yeti Squad, at the two "Khan Doctors" surrounded by the Yetis, and then at his colleagues who were gradually being dragged into the mud by these "ordinary troops".

They are under the control of the same force!

And this power!

It far surpasses the boost that the Demons Shards provide!

The power of the Demons fragments is unique!

Simply overwhelming it by orders of magnitude won't bring about this result!

Only...

This astonishing discovery stirred a sense of fear within the Imperial Guards, a fear that seemed to reside somewhere deep within his heart.

Fear, in turn, eroded the "armor" he used to restrain the Demons fragments.

The flexible tube attached to the back of the first Imperial Guards's head quietly detached from the device on his back and began to dance wildly like snake hair.

Imperial Guards involuntarily hissed, the snake-hair hose twisted and danced a bizarre dance, drawing something from that realm. The distorted air of that realm enveloped his head like an arc of Arc Light, while the snake-hair hose gracefully danced a rhythmic dance.

Like... a dazzling crown.

Paranoia!