Chapter 99 Chapter 99: Ursus Third Army Group
Chapter 99: Ursus Third Army Group
Pale white and pitch black intertwined. Before that immense, scorching power furnace could even have a chance to crack in the face of the freezing point, it was already enveloped by the all-freezing extreme cold.
Scout and the others watched helplessly as the behemoth gradually became covered in frost and snow. The unburned Originium struggled to drive the gears and boilers bit by bit, but the speed grew slower and slower.
When even the conveyor belts finally ground to a halt, the Originium flames were forcibly frozen solid.
The flickering firelight was suspended within pitch-black ice crystals, preserving a posture as gorgeously beautiful as a crimson flower in this underground engine room.
Rumble————
Even though it had lost power, the landmass was still carried forward by its immense inertia, only now it had begun to decelerate.
In fact, the acceleration and deceleration processes of a Nomadic City were generally not this fast. Each time the system was started up or shut down required a long period of adaptation and cooling!
This abnormal situation was naturally observed by the Ursus Third Army Group as well.
Anthony crumpled the report in his hand into a ball, his entire person like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Hah, figures. Even their master is dead. What use can you expect from a bunch of rats who don't even dare show their faces?"
He sneered, casually tossing the crumpled report to another person.
Valery casually caught it, unhurriedly opening it. He didn't mind Anthony's sarcastic remarks about the Snake Scales; it had nothing to do with him anyway.
The contents were basically no different from what he had expected: the Snake Scales' mission had failed.
While they hadn't received specific news, such a large commotion as Chernobog "braking" couldn't be hidden from the watchful eyes of the Third Army Group.
"Should we continue?"
If they insisted on pushing Chernobog forward, no matter what enemies or petty villains were hiding on it, they would be crushed to dust by the Third Army Group's steel tide.
But if they did that, in case any images leaked out, even if war eventually broke out, they would become the side that actively ignited the flames of war, inherently placing them at a disadvantage in terms of reputation from the start.
The outcome where Chernobog was ultimately destroyed by Lungmen's "forced self-defense counterattack" better aligned with their expectations. After that, stirring up national sentiment, leading to a full-scale war between the two countries—everything would seem so logical and natural.
As for being the "passive party"...
Bang!
"Of course we continue!"
The bear ears on his scarred head twitched once. Anthony slammed his fist onto the tabletop, causing several cups and saucers to fall and shatter into pieces on the ground.
He was a traditionally rugged and burly Ursus male. Due to many years of military service, his temper was rather irritable. But if anyone truly took this angry bear for a fool, they would be in for a lesson.
Everyone in the temporary command tent turned their heads at the commotion.
"What are you looking at?! Don't you have other work to do?!"
He roared, startling everyone into trembling before hurriedly turning back to their tasks.
"Calm down, General."
Valery made a placating gesture with his hand while also soothing the others.
"Rather than hesitating here, why don't we go to Chernobog and see for ourselves what kind of formidable figure could completely wreck our plans?"
"Mhm, order the entire army! Begin advancing. Target: Chernobog!"
The two had just stepped out of the large tent when they saw an "uninvited guest."
A mask and black overcoat, with a familiar black-and-red longsword at the waist—who else could it be but an Imperial Guard?
"Hah, didn't you run away? What are you doing back here?"
He sneered sarcastically. Anthony never regarded deserters as human beings. In the Third Army Group, deserters were treated with extreme cruelty without exception; basically none walked out alive.
But considering these Imperial Guards' contributions on the northern demon defense line, he didn't immediately turn hostile. Basically, anyone who had been to that place didn't dare look down on these Imperial Guards; they all held some degree of admiration or fear for them.
"......"
The Imperial Guard's eye sockets flashed with red light. He remained silent for quite a while. He wasn't angry at Anthony's sarcasm; he was determining whether the two men before him had already made up their minds.
"Huff, here is information on one person. He is currently in Chernobog. If you wish..."
The Imperial Guard paused, as if weighing his words:
"...to survive, you'd better take a look before making your decision."
Coincidentally, this Imperial Guard was one of the support squad members who had witnessed the scene of the Catastrophe being annihilated back then.
Only those who had truly witnessed that scene could understand that profound sense of fear and powerlessness. Even when facing demons on the icy plains, he hadn't felt such fear, yet he had tasted it from one person.
Having said that, he placed a thin file folder on the snowy ground before vanishing from the military camp with a flash.
"Survive?! What nonsense is this?!"
Anthony spat on the ground. In the Third Army Group, who could possibly take his head?!
Valery, however, walked forward with considerable interest and picked up the file. Perhaps because it had been touched by the Imperial Guard's gloves, it felt somewhat cold to the touch.
He completely ignored the slight erosion, casually tearing open the file's seal. The documents inside were clearly freshly photocopied, still carrying a faint smell of printer ink.
"What's written inside?"
The big bear leaned in to look, making Valery chuckle:
"General Anthony just looked down on them, didn't you? Why do you want to know what's written inside?"
This remark obviously couldn't penetrate Anthony's thick skin.
"Hey, people are people, things are things. Can't lump them all together."
He scratched his head. The Imperial Guards definitely didn't act without reason; that much could be trusted.
......
"These things... are they real?!"
"This Ursus expletive is pure nonsense!"
"But if—I'm saying if—these photos are real—"
"We still have to go. At least we have to try!"
In the end, after joint deliberation by the two highest-ranking generals of the Third Army Group, the entire army continued its advance toward Chernobog.
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A handprint protruded from an all-alloy door, accompanied by a series of teeth-grating sounds.
That heavy door was actually pried open vertically by that hand alone.
As the final insulated door was opened, a surge of frigid air immediately blew back Scout and his companions' bangs, making them squint their eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Kevin put his gloves back on and inquired about the three of them.
As for why he chose such a brutal method? Of course it was because the part of the insulated door responsible for receiving opening commands had been frozen solid along with everything else.
"N-no... Achoo! We're fine!"
Just a bit cold!
Solana sneezed, but if you asked her to witness it again, she'd definitely still come.
What's a cold compared to worshiping a divine miracle?!
"In any case, mission accomplished. Let's withdraw first."
Completely no difficulty; they were mostly just going through the motions.
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