Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

Hula hula -

Rankopel hugged

Tallula all the way, flapped the blood demon wings behind his back and slowly landed, landing in the center of the warriors.

"Leader..."

One of the Sakaz in the Iron Guard was a little afraid to recognize Rankopel.

"It's all over, warriors, I'm still the same Rankopel I used to be, your leader."

Rankopel gently placed Tallulah on a flat ground and said to him.

"Now I return your blood to you, soldier, you will be my Guards from now on."

Poof!

Rankopel said, countless blood broke out of his body, flowed out of the gap in the blood scab, and then flew out from his body like a rein of blood.

Then these blood are transmitted to everyone who is dedicated to themselves, regardless of race, the blood in their bodies is rapidly filling up, and their wounds are healing rapidly.

"We won, warriors."

Rankopel looked at them, his tone was complicated, joyful? Naturally, there is, but more than that, it is an emotion that even Rankopel himself cannot say.

This is not a game that you could win by swiping your finger on the screen in a past life.

Rather, a real, campaign.

"We won, leader."

“...... But what have we won?

A Sakaz man said to himself, in a tone very similar to his own.

“...... We won a lot. Rankopel

stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said

, "For example,

the right to a better life."

The Sakaz man said,

"You're right... Leader, we won, whatever it was, we won.

He raised his arms and wanted to cheer, but felt exhaustion block his throat.

"It's okay, warrior, leave the for later, now rest a little."

Rankopel saw his situation and said to him.

"Rankopel... Brother? At

this moment, Gumi trotted from afar, and she came to the front of Rankopel a little timidly, her hands a little wanted to raise, but she was a little restrained.

"It's okay, Gumi, I'm back."

Rankopel gently stepped forward and hugged Gumi, stroking her trembling head.

After calming Gumi for a while, Rankopel raised his head, and at this time, the inverted blood-colored pyramid had disappeared, and the blood-colored sunset gradually faded, restoring the warm orange-yellow light of the past, sprinkling on the land.

“...... Well?

At this moment, Rankopel felt a strange feeling coming from his body.

After all, this force does not belong to him, and it is time to leave him.

Shh

Lan Keper could feel that the power in his body was rapidly disappearing, and the blood-oozing blood demon wings on his back gradually shrank and fell off, leaving two vertical scars on his back.

Crackle....

And with a cracking crisp sound, the armor composed of blood scabs on Lan Kopel's body also continued to break, and the surface of Lan Kopel's whole body cracked like broken porcelain.

"..." Although

this armor and the long blade in his hand had been shattered and collapsed from his body, the blood of these ethnic groups was still truly integrated into his own bloodline.

This is not the same as a blood transplant, but a ... Closeness.

If possible, maybe one day he may still be able to recall this armor, this sword, and the obscure soul who fought for his own race.

Rankopel turned around and looked at the mercenaries under W's command beside him, when they had just transfused their blood, they also made a force, which he also saw.

"You are also doing well, soldiers, although you are not my iron guards, but your actions make me very grateful."

"I officially invite you to join my team, and if you don't want to, I will also let my team give you the reward you deserve."

His tone was very solemn, after all, at that time, they did not choose to abandon Lankoper and go, which was extremely rare in a desperate situation.

"To be honest, we didn't have too many options at that time, and your warriors dared to cut their wrists for you one by one... Maybe you're really different from ordinary blood demons, Lan... Koper.

One of W's Sakaz mercenaries stood up and said to him.

"But although we came out to eat with a knife on our waist and a head that would fall off at any time, but... After all, W has led us for a long time, and we cannot rush to join other organizations without confirming our death. Rankopel

nodded, not pushing.

But another Sakaz mercenary had a different opinion:

"W? You still mention her? Come on! Let's come out just to mix and eat! Mercenaries also preach?

But this Sakaz mercenary also made unabashedly his words very blunt:

"We can join your team, but in the same way, we sell blood and life for you, and you have to give us the same material conditions, we will naturally fight and die for you."

"I don't say secret words, we are with you, because you are strong enough, Sakaz always follows the strong, but if you can't lead our team one day, we also have the right to leave you directly, that is, betray you!"

These two Sakaz mercenaries should be worthy of this team, but the mercenary team under W began to become hesitant.

Rankopel knew that such a situation was normal, and said to them:

"You can temporarily follow my name and use it as a special team, I will find a way to search for W's news later, and if you can still meet, you can directly leave me and return to W's command."

"But, with me, remember, you are no longer killers."

"You will no longer kill anyone for whom, we will only fight for ourselves, and if anyone takes pleasure in slaughtering, I will be the first to take his heart out of his chest."

"I will also train you, train you to use knives, crossbows, and all weapons that can be used to increase the probability of survival, instead of sending you to the battlefield without knowing anything, waiting for you to bring more death before you die."

"I am a blood demon, but I am not for any blood demon race, nor a demon race, or an integration movement."

"I fight for my ideas."

He said to them, he still believed that even the Sakaz mercenaries, if they were sincere, even if they met in the future, they might bring them unexpected surprises.

......

At this time, Lige also slowly landed from the air, and instead of disturbing the scene of Rankopel reuniting with his soldiers, he walked towards Tallula, who was lying flat on the ground.

"Wake up, Tallula, they're waiting for you too."

Lige put his warm-glowing hand on Tallula's forehead and called softly.

“...... Lee Ge. At

Rankopel's call, Tallulah finally opened her eyes and she returned.

[It's so cold.] 】

【The wind and snow that were obviously so familiar before, but after the reunion, it actually became rusty. [

The wind and snow were mixed with fine sand and gravel, which made Draco's cheeks slightly painful.

Tallulah

stood up and looked around.

[In Draco's faded memories, the mobile city of Usas is mostly rough and simple, but the city in front of him is as dilapidated as dry manuscripts. 【

It's so cold.】 【

How long has it been since you experienced this temperature?】 【

Is it a few months, or half a year, a year?】

"You've done something wrong, but you can't escape it, Tallula, and you're going to face it."

Lig said to Tallula, then got out of the way.

At this moment, all the members of the integration movement and the eyes of Tallullah converged in one place.

Poof,

poof—

a member of the integration movement limped forward and looked at Tallula.

Tallula's expression was complicated, and her eyes were a little cringing at this moment.

"Long time no see, 'leader'."

The warrior said to Tallula, gritting his teeth in a tone of gritted teeth.

"Are you..."

She couldn't even shout the name of the warrior in front of her for a moment.

"You don't recognize me? Ha, of course you won't recognize me, I'm just a nobody, just a person who didn't get killed by you when I was in Chernoberg! "

But you, Talula, 'Leader', this face of yours, I will never forget!"

Tallulah seemed to remember something at this time, and she

said: "I remember you, you joined in the later period when our party passed by a village destroyed by the tax collector, your name, Valia..."

Valia said:

"Ha, you even remember my name, what about Leoni, Elkan, Cavins, and Arseny?" Do you remember them? Do you know how they are?

"They will either be pushed into the fire pit by a series of wrong orders from you at the Dragon Gate, or they will be turned into herds under the source stone skills of your Mephistopheles, or they will be torn alive by the living dead in this Chernoberg."

"Why are you doing this? How can you betray us?

Valia said and finally grabbed Tallulah by the collar in anger—he was angry, but more painful, how much Tallulah cared for them before, and how much pain they had inside now.

Tears welled up in Valya's eyes.

"...,"

Tallulah was speechless.

Perhaps it was indeed the black snake that seduced his mind, but it was also through his own acquiescence.

Your own sins are unforgivable.

"I'm sorry, warriors, I inflicted the most bitter and vicious betrayal on you."

Poof....

The white-haired Draco knelt in front of the warriors, his hands conceited back.

"I am now left to you to judge me."

"You hang me, with the weapons in your hands, cut me by a thousand cuts, I will not resist, I deserve it, soldiers, I have betrayed you."

"I burned you with the fire that was supposed to bring warmth to the mutants, so that you would be worse than dead, and I deserved to... was sentenced to death.

After Tallullah's statement, the warriors instead looked at each other.

Although many of them were uncivilized peasants, they also knew that this matter could not be solved by casually hanging Tallulah or cutting a thousand cuts.

But what Tallulah did was not easily forgiven, and the flame flowed from under her feet from the frozen earth to the whole earth, but in the end this flame burned towards the integration movement itself.