Chapter 67

"Charge!"

The members of the Reunion Movement shouted fervently, completely disregarding the consequences of actually charging in.

They were also unaware that some of them would also die in the impact.

In this war, apart from the schemers, no one will be the real winner.

Talulah, the Black Snake Talulah, gazed expectantly ahead, hoping that Chernobog would charge straight in and achieve the result she desired.

If Ursus can escape internal strife, it can seize the opportunity to catch its breath.

W, watching this scene from within the Chernobog, muttered to himself.

"That woman is absolutely insane."

For W to say such a thing, it's Talulah 'Black Snake actions had shocked her.

Should we retreat?

W's mercenaries asked her a question; they were only there for profit, not to die alongside these lunatics.

W, however, wore a smile. "To be honest, I'm quite curious to see how this war will end, but oh well, my life is more important."

She snapped her fingers, Sarkaz silently retreated into the shadows, disappearing amidst the fervent wave of the Reunion Movement.

Nobody noticed them.

On the other side of Chernobog.

FrostNova stood quietly beside Patriot.

Her gaze swept over the fanatical Reunion Movement soldiers, her brow furrowing slightly.

"... Dad." she said softly.

The Patriot did not respond, but his gaze remained equally profound.

FrostNova remained silent for a moment, then finally asked:

"Do we really want to do this?"

Patriot's voice was low and hoarse. "... This is the leader's order."

"But is such a sacrifice truly worth it?" FrostNova's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable hint of doubt. "We shouldn't be like this; we are not warmongers..."

"Talulah, why has Talulah become like this?"

The Patriot did not answer immediately.

He gazed at the approaching Lungmen in the distance, his breathing heavy and slow beneath his armor.

"... We had no choice."

FrostNova clenched her fists.

She knew the Patriot was right.

The Reunion Movement has long been swept up by Talulah's will, and they cannot turn back.

But a chill still lingered in her heart that she couldn't suppress.

Will this war truly shape the future of those the Infected?

Or are they all just pawns on someone else's chessboard?

Amid the frenzied and mindless shouts of the crowd, FrostNova and Patriot huddled together.

With Talulah's order, the nature of the battle changed.

A world where the Infected can live happily.

This was the vision that Talulah had promised them.

Looking at her frenzied companions, she suddenly realized a terrifying truth:

"Dad... we're becoming the monsters they talk about."

The Patriot's armor made a heavy scraping sound as he slowly turned his head.

FrostNova's voice trembled. "This isn't resistance... this is massacre. When Chernobog crashes into Lungmen, the world won't see the resistance of the oppressed." She pointed to the Reunion Movement members burning flags and shouting destruction, "They'll only see a mob of insane the Infected thugs!"

In the distance, a Reunion Movement soldier was using Originium Arts to set fire to a civilian house, the flames reflecting on his Distortion smile.

"Look at them, look at us," FrostNova's voice trailed off, "What has Talulah turned us into?"

The Patriot's respirator hissed, and his massive hand pressed against his daughter's shoulder. "What... are you trying to say?"

"We are burying the future of the Infected with our own hands." FrostNova looked up, her eyes flashing with pain. "After this battle, how will other countries view the Infected?"

Kind-hearted FrostNova leaned helplessly against Patriot, a single icy tear rolling down her cheek, falling to the ground and shattering into dust.

The Patriot's halberd was deeply embedded in the ground.

As he gazed at the crumbling city walls amidst the flames, his convictions began to waver for the first time.

But he stubbornly gripped his weapon, trying to banish any unnecessary thoughts from his mind.

Even if they bring bloodshed and disaster to the world, at this moment, their voices cannot be ignored.

Patriot closed his eyes, silently awaiting the impact.

In the distance, Talulah stood at the highest point, the flames of the Black Snake dancing around her.

She opened her arms as if embracing the disaster.

Beneath her feet, the banner of Ursus was burning, like a raging fire, bringing disaster to this era.

Further away, the engines of Chernobog roared their final roar.

The impact is about to begin.

Xiao Huasheng watched this scene unfold.

It was just a fleeting thought.

Stop.

Two simple words, yet they plunged the entire world into an eerie stillness.

The massive steel structure of Chernobog suddenly seemed to be paused when it was only a kilometer away from the Lungmen city wall.

The massive, mobile city-state moved from full speed to complete stillness in an instant, without generating even the slightest bit of inertia.

The soldiers inside the city didn't even feel any jolt, as if time had been abruptly cut off at that moment.

Talulah's ecstatic expression froze.

She maintained the posture of outstretched arms, but the flames of the Black Snake were eerily frozen in mid-air, like amber that had been frozen.

"What's going on?!" she roared, turning her head, only to find her voice had become slow and slurred.

The hands of the Reunion Movement thugs, weapons raised, froze in mid-air. Before the fanaticism on their faces could even fade, confusion and fear appeared in their eyes.

Some people tried to take a step, only to find their movements as difficult as struggling in glue.

FrostNova suddenly looked up, her pupils contracting sharply.

She saw the flames in the distance, still Distortion and motionless, and the fallen logs from the burned houses, all suspended in mid-air.

Everything froze in the midst of its fall.

The entire world fell into absolute silence.

"This is..." Patriot's voice faltered for the first time, his respirator blaring a piercing alarm, "Originium Arts? No... this can't be..."

This state quickly disappeared.

They were able to move again, but Chernobog remained stationary.

After doing all this.

A wave of weakness washed over Xiao Huasheng, and a drowsy feeling washed over her.

"Uh... Angela, how much energy did I use just now?" Xiao Huasheng asked, rubbing his head.

[We used 77.45% of our energy; we were just a hair's breadth away from melting down.] Angela said.

"How so."

[Actually, eliminating Chernobog's power source would have been enough, but from what I've observed, you not only removed the power source, but also its forward propulsion. I suspect you also instantly eliminated the inertia of the Swarm of people on top of it. The Reality Warping experienced by those life forms is probably the real problem.]

"What a huge loss..." Xiao Huasheng had failed to execute the plan properly, was on the verge of tears.

However, Reality Warping is inherently difficult to manipulate precisely, and this is a reasonable loss.

Therefore, even if she was losing a fortune, she still had to pretend to be very capable, staring seriously at the stagnant Chernobog in front of her.

This scene caused both Rhodes Island and Lungmen to widen their eyes in astonishment.

They had imagined many ways to stop Chernobog, but none of them had ever seen such a bizarre method.

Chapter 26: It Was Just a Slight Move [7 Updates]

"It really stopped..."

Chen stared wide-eyed at the city-state that had been immediately brought to a standstill.

No one had ever seen anything like it before.

Since the birth of the mobile city-state, there has been very little news of its demise.

This embodies the highest level of technology in the entire Terra, a culmination of technological advancement.

Even if the engine fails, the mobile city-state still has the ability to move briefly.

But this sudden halt was something no one had expected.

Even Lungmen was prepared to be rammed, but the mobile city was actually intercepted on the spot by this Angel!

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Rat King couldn't help but utter a sound upon seeing this.

Kal'tsit silently complained to herself.

She didn't even know how old Xiao Huasheng was, but he was definitely not as young as he appeared.

"This is truly eye-opening, wow!" The Emperor exclaimed in admiration upon seeing this scene.

The Beast Lord has lived a long time and seen a lot.

He had never seen anything like this before.

Wei Yenwu's voice was transmitted throughout the entire Lungmen defense line via the communicator.

The usually composed ruler of Lungmen spoke with an unusual tension in his voice.

"Any armed personnel attempting to approach Lungmen in the wilderness will be considered intruders and immediately shelled!"

As the order was given, the heavy defensive cannons on the Lungmen city wall turned in unison, their dark muzzles aimed at Chernobog, which was stationary a kilometer away.

If the Reunion Movement were to attempt to bypass this distance directly, it would undoubtedly have to endure the cost of what is referred to as a siege.

The well-trained Lungmen Guard Department and the Lungmen branch of the *** quickly took their positions, but disbelief was written on everyone's face.

"It really stopped..." Chen Huiye murmured to herself, the tip of the Chi Xiao Sword trembling slightly.

She stared at the enormous creature frozen in time, her breathing becoming incredibly cautious.

At this distance, the rust on Chernobog's armor was even visible, while the Reunion Movement on the other side could no longer advance.

Chernobog.

The Reunion Movement has completely fallen into chaos.

"What happened?!"

"Where's the engine?! Where's the power?!"

"Why can't I move?!"

Panic spread like a plague among the rioters.

The Reunion Movement soldiers, who were shouting fervently just a moment ago, were now running around like headless flies.

Some people desperately searched for solutions, some went to ask the engineers in the Chernobog what was going on, and many more looked up blankly.