Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness

"What's wrong with me……？"

Struggling to wake up from the darkness of coma, the black-haired Feilin felt that there was no pain anywhere in his body. The burning sensation deep into the bone marrow of her hands and arms had become more painful since the moment she woke up, causing her already pale cheeks to twist into a ball.

"——Lord Mandela, you're awake!"

The rather joyful voice attracted the attention of the film girl, and then she noticed the adjutant sitting next to her.

"Ah...it seems we...lost……"

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind instantly, but it was not difficult to point to one place as the end point of her thinking. Mandela knew very well that without her own suppression and the help of the Origin Stone creations, the group of people around her would not be the same people in Rhode Island. A group of monster opponents.

What is gratifying is that judging from the current situation, the soldiers under his command do not seem to have been cruelly treated by Rhode Island's group. Apart from the missing weapons on hand, there are not even any injuries on their bodies. One more place

"Um……"

The adjutant lowered his head in embarrassment:"Those...people from Rhode Island, they promised that if we give up force, they will not make things difficult for us. We...we all believe that there is no need to risk our lives for those Sarkars." I would like to make a wedding dress for you."

The adjutant's words were a bit hesitant. He seemed to be ashamed of finding an excuse for such a behavior of"escaping from battle", and he was not very brave to face Mandela who almost risked his life in fighting.

"……There is nothing to be embarrassed about, you are doing the right thing. Mandela

's face was pale, her voice was weak, but her tone was unexpectedly gentle:"We all need the courage to sacrifice ourselves, but meaningless sacrifice is just stupidity. I'm glad you made the right choice.""

The adjutant's expression softened slightly.

"——That’s it, I surrendered."

Just when the Shenchi party was congratulating themselves for the rest of their lives, a cold voice suddenly sounded, making everyone tense up: This voice did not belong to anyone in this Shenchi force, and the tone in the tone Malice and ridicule are also undisguised

"who! --ah!!"

Facing the shocked and angry Shenchi soldiers, the answer was not words, but arrows flying from all directions.

Many Shenchi soldiers who survived fell under the rain of arrows without even reacting, but Even if they react, the unarmed soldiers have no room for resistance.

"Ahem...leave me alone! All disperse, try to break out of the encirclement, and tell the leader——"

Mandela struggled to get up and was preparing to make a last-ditch effort for her remaining subordinates. She couldn't understand or guess the source of these attacks, but it didn't seem to matter anymore.

The accumulated Source Stone technique was used while squeezing the vitality. The ground shook, and the winged stone statue seemed to be about to break out of the ground. The black-haired Felin believed that as long as he relied on the strong defense of the stone statue, he could take away at least some of the soldiers who survived the first round of arrows.

At this moment, a sharp sound with a long tail sound came from far away, and Mandela's cheeks became bloodless when she heard the sound, and then there was a monstrous anger.

"——Sakaz!!!!"

——Rage does not affect the accuracy of city defense artillery.

Amidst the deafening roar, the stone-winged colossus was torn to pieces by artillery fire before it even took shape, and was buried in the resulting sea of ​​​​fire together with the only remaining Deep Pool soldiers around it.

When the smoke cleared, Feilin, who was still alive, was caught in the blazing flames, and together with the soldiers in the deep pool who were beyond recognition, he was trapped in the boundless hell.

Mandela closed her eyes, preparing to accept this unwilling death - despite this, sweet death is still a gift and a relief to her today.

——The premise is that she can really be freed

"——Still breathing, good"

"Bring back"

————Dividing line————

"——Bang!"

The blond Luper rolled on the ground in embarrassment, narrowly dodging the tricky knife from the Sakaz mercenary, and then quickly stood up, looking at his indifferent opponent with vigilant eyes.

"——Are the descendants of the white wolf a mad dog that can only roll around on the ground?"

The ruthless ridicule from the opponent made the horn grit its teeth, but she was unable to refute: in the previous battle, she lost a gun shield within five minutes, and since then she has been suppressed within the melee range by her opponent. Unable to take advantage of the weapon.

The blond Luper couldn't help but take a look at his opponent.

The weathered face, the armor full of repair marks, and the unshaven face seemed to have a special charm of being bohemian, but at this moment it was full of indifference and contempt..

I have to admit that the other party’s combat experience far exceeds hers. Maybe the pure fighting level is almost the same, but she can easily suppress her attack with her rich combat experience.

(No, I have to calm down... Calm down......)

She was not alone, there were many soldiers who followed her to participate in this operation. In addition, Rhode Island, Glasgow Gang...the other two insurances will also ensure the success of this operation.

However, she had to Admit...she is scared.

There has been no new news from the loyal soldiers for a long time. Have they also encountered any changes? Are they also facing the powerful enemies they face?

Thinking of this...Ruper His eyes began to change.

An imperceptible redness was brewing deep in the eyes of the descendant of the white wolf.