Chapter 172
The red-haired Angel waved his hand dismissively. "It's just going to Ursus to get some things, leave it to me."
Before disappearing, the Angel gave him a deep look.
"However, Mr. Wei, you must remember that I am doing this not because I agree with your theory, but because I want to do it."
Watching Xiao Huasheng's figure disappear outside the door, Wei Yenwu slowly sat back down in his chair.
Only then did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
He had to admit that in the face of true power, all scheming was nothing but a toy.
Madam Wen Yue emerged from behind the screen; she had heard Wei Yenwu's entire conversation.
"Aren't you really afraid that her think tank will discover your intentions, and then what if she comes back?"
Madam Wen Yue listened to the entire conversation from beginning to end.
It is obvious that Wei Yenwu wanted to use Xiao Huasheng to eliminate the Reunion Movement, which was so close to Lungmen.
Wei Yenwu took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling thick smoke as he slowly spoke.
"The supplies are real, the Reunion Movement is real, and the order is real. There should be a limit to any suspicion."
"Do you really think the blue-haired girl behind her can't tell?"
Wen Yue asked a question in return.
Upon hearing this, Wei Yenwu fell silent. The blue-haired girl he encountered when he first met Xiao Huasheng had indeed given him a great deal of shock.
Angela's all-seeing eyes and the power she exuded shattered his heart.
Especially afterwards, it seemed like Angela could read his mind, seeing right through him, making Wei Yenwu almost speechless.
"I admit, I can't beat her, okay?"
It was rare for Wei Yenwu to back down, so he shook his head and said, "But there's no harm in it, and she probably won't mind."
Angela, who was at Lobotomy Corporation, was sending a token to repair the rift through residual research while shaking her head and muttering to herself.
"The supervisor has been used as a pawn again. Oh well, even if I don't do anything about it now, I'll have to deal with it eventually. I'd better not talk to her about it..."
The permafrost of Ursus remains as cold as ever.
Chapter Thirteen: The White Rabbit and the Old Father [1 Update]
The howling wind whipped up ice crystals, lashing against the tattered tent and emitting an endless shriek.
Persecution and inhumane destruction still exist on the border.
The Infected in Ursus were ultimately sent to the mines, where they were forced to work at high intensity until they exhausted their last bit of strength and died.
Desperate people struggle helplessly on this land, only to face the end of their lives.
No matter where you go or where you end up.
The identity of those the Infected will inevitably drag them into tragedy.
Amidst this tragedy, a small number of survivors gathered here.
FrostNova sat quietly on a rock covered with a thin layer of snow, watching the flickering flames of the soldiers huddled together by the campfire, which made her pale hair glow slightly.
Deep within those eyes lay a weariness and sorrow deeper than the harsh winter of Ursus.
The white rabbit slowly exhaled cold air, and the wind she blew was even more biting than the cold wind itself.
Her Oripathy have worsened, and perhaps her days are numbered.
I really don't know who will be the first to die, her or her father...
"If only it were me," she murmured with a smile, glancing at her companions who were setting up camp.
The members of the Yeti Squad huddled together in twos and threes, some carefully maintaining a warm area, others silently polishing their weapons.
Not far away, Patriot's massive body stood like another silent mountain at the edge of the camp.
The deer-faced man faced Chernobog, his eyes, which had witnessed countless years of war, were dark and devoid of any light.
Leaving was not an impulsive decision.
When Talulah stood on the command platform, her voice icy as she announced that Chernobog would be driven to smash into the Lungmen.
Even though FrostNova didn't have much time left, she still felt as if something inside her chest had shattered completely.
That wasn't the Talulah she once knew, nor was it the Draco who reached out to her on the snowfield, his eyes burning with ideals and flames.
That figure was replaced by a strange, obsessive madness, a resolute determination to crush everything for a so-called "great goal."
That person... is not Talulah.
FrostNova pondered Talulah's words.
[Our cause requires sacrifice, necessary sacrifice, FrostNova.]
But what kind of sacrifice was that? The lives of countless innocent people in the entire city?
Is it the trust of the Infected have fought alongside them all this way?
Or was it that when they first took up arms, their only wish was to "survive" and "find a place to stand"?
The impact was stopped by an inexplicable force.
FrostNova still remembers how she stood frozen in place, the chill spreading from her feet to her whole body, a cold that penetrated to her very bones.
Therefore, after the plan failed, they chose to turn away.
The Yeti Squad silently followed FrostNova and broke away from the main force of Reunion Movement.
Patriot also left Reunion Movement after FrostNova left, taking his squad with him.
Talulah, the Black Snake, did not stop the two. Both were dying men, and the fate of this father and daughter was already sealed.
So there was no fierce conflict, no public break, just a quiet departure...
"Big sister, have some hot water." A young Yetis member handed her a warm cup, interrupting FrostNova's thoughts.
FrostNova took it; the warmth from her fingertips briefly dispelled the coldness on her skin, but it couldn't warm her heart.
This young man still had a touch of childishness on his face, but his eyes were already etched with the marks of war and hardship.
They trusted her and followed her out of the relatively safe group, into this unpredictable wilderness.
This trust felt so heavy that it made her feel suffocated.
"Hmph..." FrostNova smiled helplessly as she watched the warm water freeze quickly.
Has she... lost control of the skills she's unleashing?
How far away is death from her?
"Where did we go wrong, Dad?" she asked softly, her voice not loud, but it carried clearly to Patriot's ears through the gaps in the snow.
Wendigo slowly turned around, the metal armor scraping against each other with a heavy creak.
He walked to the campfire, where a huge shadow enveloped FrostNova.
"The mistake... isn't in leaving," the Patriot's voice was low and hoarse, like the grinding of rocks, "It's that... perhaps we never truly saw things clearly."
He paused. "Talulah... her path has been Distortion by hatred and something... we can't understand. The Reunion Movement is no longer... a shield for the survival of the Infected."
His gaze swept over every soldier in the camp. Some were dozing, some were eating silently, and some, like him, were staring blankly at the campfire.
"Taking them away was... the right choice, even if the road ahead is difficult."
FrostNova followed his gaze.
Yes, everyone here is gathered here because they believe in the undiminished passion for what is right that she and the Patriot hold in their hearts.
They lost the protection of their organization and their clear goals, but they held onto the bottom line of being "human."
Although the campfire at this makeshift camp was weak, it was closer to their original ideal than the endless flames atop Chernobog.
The wind and snow seemed to intensify.
FrostNova drank the water in her cup, which was about to freeze, in one gulp, and stood up.
"Rest now, Father, we have a long journey ahead tomorrow." She needed to find a true home for these people.
At least before I die... I can't let them down.
Patriot's heavy head drooped almost imperceptibly, and he remained silent. The old man seemed to realize that FrostNova's days were numbered.
The closer he got to her, the more piercing it became. FrostNova's almost uncontrollable chill was like a series of cold needles, probing his hard armor and piercing his heart, which was already riddled with holes but still tugged at by his daughter.
The increasingly biting chill emanating from FrostNova was a sign that the flame of her life was flickering in the wind, about to burn out.
He had experienced many separations and deaths, but he was never ready to accept FrostNova's death.
Even the Yeti Squad tacitly understood and made no comment on it.
Then, the silent Patriot turned their gaze back to the endless darkness.
Suddenly!
In the pitch-black night, amidst howling wind and snow, a faint light suddenly shone.
The light was not intense, even somewhat soft, and it steadily approached in the snowstorm with extremely low visibility.
Patriot's massive body tensed instantly, and he abruptly raised his head as if he had sensed a threat.
His masked head suddenly turned toward the direction of the light, his dark eyes sharp as a hawk's in that instant.
All the previous fatigue and sadness were instantly dispelled, replaced by 120% vigilance and icy killing intent.
Chapter Fourteen: Skadi Moving Around Randomly [2 Updates]
In this perilous Ursus wasteland, any unidentified person who approaches could be an enemy.
The disciplinary squad, the Ursus regular army, and even... pursuers sent by the Reunion Movement.
His enormous hand silently gripped the halberd leaning against him, a weapon powerful enough to tear steel apart.
The muscles beneath the metal armor bulged, poised to strike.
The spot of light gradually expanded, outlining a blurry human figure.
The person approached with steady steps, as if the surrounding blizzard were nothing more than a gentle breeze.
"Alert!" Patriot's deep, hoarse voice, like rolling thunder, instantly shattered the silence of the camp, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier.
Almost at the same moment he spoke, the soldier who had been feigning sleep suddenly opened his eyes, his hand already on his weapon.
The Yetis team members, who were wiping their weapons, instantly stood up, the Originium Arts glowing softly at their fingertips.
The people sitting around the campfire quickly dispersed, using the tents and simple fortifications around them to form a simple defensive line.
Their long combat careers had made them accustomed to this reaction ingrained in their very being.
FrostNova also turned around abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing across her pale face, which was then replaced by solemnity.
She walked quickly to Patriot's side, her eyes fixed on the approaching light and shadow in the wind and snow.
"What is that?" FrostNova asked in a low voice, as an uncontrollable chill emanated from her body, and the snow beneath her feet began to freeze and thicken.
"... I don't know, it's very dangerous." Patriot's answer was short and heavy. He felt an unprecedented pressure, a danger Patriot had never experienced before.
He placed the large shield in front of him, protecting FrostNova and the entire camp behind him.
His eyes, which had seen countless deaths and betrayals, were fixed on the figure under the halo, trying to discern the newcomer's intentions.
The wind and snow continued to howl, but the air around this makeshift camp seemed to freeze.
Enemy? Friend?
This question lingered in everyone's mind, and the answer was gradually approaching them, treading through the ice and snow of Ursus.
In this tense atmosphere.
A slightly innocent voice rang out.
"Don't you think the snow here is a bit too heavy, Angela? My face is covered in snow!"
"Shh... How should I know? I went too far when I went invisible at first, so I had to search slowly..."
"The compass is pointing in the right direction, of course, but the wind and snow are so strong that I can't see anything. I can't possibly use all my energy to punch the clouds in the sky, can I? How much energy would that take?"