Ark of the Immortal

"The recent period may not be peaceful. If Mr. Herrag finds it inconvenient, he can provide medical assistance to these rescued refugees on the spot. You can mobilize the doctors we brought here at will. At the same time, Rhodes The island will also transport a batch of supplies to Chernobog, so you don’t have to worry about medical supplies.”

Amiya looked at Herage seriously and said.

"Those weirdos who claim to be the Integration Movement, I have watched them in the past two days, and they are indeed helping us rescue refugees. Try not to conflict with them. If anything happens, please contact Dr. Kelsey and me at any time, and we will work as soon as possible Respond!"

A smile appeared on Herage's old face.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, Miss Amiya, I understand."

Ace also nodded and put Amiya on the transport plane.

The two watched the transport plane transporting Amiya fly away, and then looked at each other.

Ace handed the communicator left by Amiya to Herague.

"General Herage, this is the communicator left by Amiya. If you need me for anything, just use this communicator."

Herage took the communicator.

"OK, thanks."

"Nothing, I'll go get busy first."

After saying that, Ace picked up the shield he put aside and continued his mission of rescuing refugees.

Herage, on the other hand, turned around and headed in a different direction than Ace.

On the day they arrived in Chernobog and began their rescue mission, they encountered a group of infected people who claimed to be affiliated with the Integration Movement.

These infected people are well-equipped and move in an orderly manner. But they are not destroying the city of Qie, but rescuing the refugees who are trapped under the rubble.

Although Amiya can't quite understand why it was you who captured Qicheng City, and now that we are helping the refugees in Qicheng City, you still want to help?

Isn't this just being a bitch and erecting monuments again?

But they didn't answer, they just went about their work silently, and they had no intention of attacking Rhode Island's humanitarian aid team.

Amiya didn't recognize it, and neither did Ace.

But only Herage knew who they were and who their leader was.

After walking in Chernobog, which was almost in ruins, for a long time, Herage stopped in front of an abandoned building.

Next to them is the Azazel Clinic, where they stayed before encountering official persecution from Ursus.

Originally, this place was just empty of people and the clinic building was still in good condition.

But after encountering the Chernobog incident. Even this building was destroyed by the angry infected.

To this day, those infected are still wandering in the city, and the remnants of the sergeants responsible for defending the city have already evacuated Chernobog under command.

When he came here again, things and people had changed, and even Herage couldn't help but sigh.

“When you return to a place where you have stopped before, you will always remember a lot.”

"See you, old friend, too."

In the ruins, a figure slowly walked out.

There are horns on his head that look like old tree branches, and the red light in his eyes is looming, but the rationality in them can still be seen.

"If I hadn't known what you were doing, I wouldn't have thought that my old friend would become the leader of the integration movement, let alone that you would lead the troops here."

Herage couldn't help but smile.

"But it's definitely something you can do."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of."

The man came five meters in front of Herage.

He lowered his head slightly.

"Long time no see, General."

218. I won’t be your enemy

"You know, you don't always have this opportunity to sit down, smoke a cigarette, and chat with friends in the first place."

Herage lit a cigarette and sat on a window in the ruins that had not yet been destroyed.

He looked at the patriot standing outside and wanted to pass the cigarette case in his hand. But when she saw the mask he was wearing, she just smiled and shook her head, then put it back in her coat pocket.

"I almost forgot, you don't smoke."

"I smoked. I smoked before. Now, I can't."

The patriot shook his head. Seeing Herage like this, he imitated him, found a big rock, sat on it, and placed the halberd and shield in his hands on both sides.

"How long have you been doing this? Decades? How many years?"

Herage was smoking a cigarette and looking at the patriots in front of him in the smoke.

"The last time I heard from you was before I evacuated here. It should have been a year or two years ago, right?"

"It's been a long time. I can't remember clearly."

The Patriot was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and looked at his decayed fingers. His fingers moved involuntarily, and then he slightly calculated in his mind how long it would take.

"Twenty...thirty...forget it, it's been a long time."

"Well, come to think of it, we haven't seen each other for decades."

Herage nodded, exhaled the smoke from his mouth, took a deep breath, and said.

"How does it feel, to work hard and fight for a goal of your own. Not for this country?"

"General, I always serve the country."

The patriot's red eyes stared at Herrag sitting at the window and he said.

"Whether it's resistance or betrayal. I have never betrayed my country."

"..."

Herage picked up the cigarette butt in his hand again, put it to his mouth, and took a drag of the cigarette.

He knew that the man in front of him was the most loyal general.

Even though all his actions were interpreted as betrayal by people in Ursus officialdom, he never betrayed his motherland in his heart. It's even more the same now, but he's standing at a higher position, not only for the future of the infected, but also for the future of Ursus.

"This country is rotten. I don't think diverting conflicts is a good thing."

Patriot said, his vocal cords had difficulty speaking a complete sentence due to Originium Disease. Even though his mind is still sharp and his ideas are still sharp, it cannot change the torture caused by ore disease.

"The infected are power, not bugs. Ursus is rejecting the stronger power."

Patriots do not feel that their so-called betrayals will bring disaster to this country.

On the contrary, he never knew when he started, thinking that the future of Ursus needed infected people.

In the past, Ursus had always focused on conquest. But the patriots realized that mere conquest could not relieve Ursus from the load caused by operating as a war machine for so many years.

And when problems arise within the country, they always focus on the immediate troubles without thinking about the future.

"You are right, the infected are a more powerful force. But Ursus chose to ignore it because the emperor did not think so."

Herag said, shrugging his shoulders.

"In the eyes of the emperor, Ursus is already powerful enough. Even if the infected can bring more ferocious warriors, the price will be greater and will seriously interfere with the operation of the existing Ursus."

"But he didn't understand. Ursus can't just rely on conquest. The people need to rest."

The Patriot said slowly, and he turned his head to look at the ruins of the Azazel Clinic that Herrag once ran.

"I'm on the battlefield, making great achievements. I'm on the border, killing evil spirits. But Usas is still like the most primitive village."

"I bring victory to Ursus. But victory is only temporary. Ursus cannot escape, the infected."

The patriot's betrayal was not a spur of the moment; every decision he made was made after careful consideration.

Whether it was the first time he left Kazdare, or after joining Ursus, he left the Ursus army and became an evil ghost wandering in the snowy fields of northern Ursus.

In every capacity, he fulfilled his duties, and he was always worthy of the decisions he made.

Except...his closest relatives.

"I understand what you are thinking. I only gradually understood this truth later."

Herage nodded, threw the cigarette butt he had finished smoking at his feet, stamped it out, and looked up at his old friend in front of him.

"It is impossible to kill all the infected. Ursus's approach of rejecting the infected is like forcibly cutting off a piece of flesh and blood that could have been his own."

"Yes, perhaps, this mass of flesh and blood will take Ursus some time to adapt to the rejection it brings. But the wounds caused by cutting off the flesh and blood are even more bloody, and these gaps cannot be made up. "

It cannot be said that Ursus's decision was wrong, but every decision needs someone to bear the consequences.

The situation in Ursus is different from that of Longmen and Dayan. Ursus needs manpower, and it needs sufficient manpower to make up for the vacancies of year-round battles.

The infected could have become part of these fighting forces. But Ursus chose to refuse. Instead, he regarded these people who could provide logistics and combat power for Ursus as savage beasts and wanted to expel them from this home.

This may stabilize the focus of the army in a short period of time. But in the long run, what the infected can bring is definitely of great value.

Not to mention, Ursus never thought of solving the core class contradiction.

For a long time, the threat of infected people promoted by Ursus has made many people in Ursus have a strong fear of infection, not to mention the long-standing grievances between the remaining nobles and the army. contradiction.

These are unresolved issues.

"The old nobles and the military suppressed the new nobles who controlled the wealth. The new nobles held the wealth while exploiting the ordinary people of Ursus. The ordinary people had nowhere to vent their pressure, and it was just right. Take it out on the infected people at the bottom. People think it’s the infected people who make their lives so miserable, but is that true?”

Herage shook his head.

"As long as the attitude of the nobles towards the people remains the same one day as it has been for hundreds of years, the entire country will not be able to move towards a new tomorrow."

"But, they forgot their responsibilities. They forgot the reason for being nobles."

The Patriot said calmly, his eyes glowing red.

"There are even people who, in pursuit of power, accept them unconditionally."

At this point, Herage looked at the Patriot in astonishment. He paused for a long time when he saw the Patriot, and then suddenly realized.

"It turns out...well, I forgot. After all, it's you. Even though you have their flesh and blood, you are still you."

The patriot nodded and lowered his head again.

"I can't understand why the emperor can acquiesce. Although it has been proven that it is controllable."

Patriot and Herage spoke like riddles. But both of them knew exactly what "it" they were talking about.

That is definitely not a power, but a source of disaster.

The patriot also thought that accepting the power of "it" might be the source of the disaster that happened to him.

But he didn't believe that this was the so-called destined fate.

Since it was the power he once possessed that allowed him to be chosen to become the former glory of Ursus. Now he has the ability to resist it and let the guy who draws strength from him be trampled under his own power.

The truth is, he did.

Even if this is only temporary.

“So you’re joining the integration movement, and you see this as an opportunity?”

Herage asked.

"You must have been waiting for this day for a long time, right?"

"Yes. I think this is an opportunity. However, I ignored a lot."

The patriot nodded first, and then said with sigh.

"This country has never been stable. Resistance is just a means, but if you don't resist, Ursus will never change."

"Capturing Chernobog is just a plan. The massacre is not what I want. Since we can't solve it internally, we have to find a way from the outside."

The patriots never thought that Chernobog was captured just for the infected to vent their inner hatred.

He clearly understood that massacre and revenge could not achieve a real future. If the situation of the infected in Ursus was to be improved, there must be a struggle. Even if the road is very difficult and you can’t even see the front.

"General, are you joining, Rhode Island?"

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as joining, but I have indeed been moved by their situation in the past few days, Captain."

Herage said thoughtfully.