Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

"It seems that the blizzard affected more than just us."

Mike casually tossed the glass aside. He had noticed the problem when he came in, and it wasn't until Andorn entered that he helped Destle dispel the false illusion.

Destreet seemed to realize what was about to happen and silently gripped the short cane hidden in her sleeve.

Following the doctor is really exciting, but it seems a bit too exciting.

"Hey, are you ready?"

"what?!"

Destreet looked at him in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike braced himself on the long wooden table with both hands, performed a perfect gymnastics move, kicked away the twisted one who tried to approach, jumped onto the table, drew his crossbow, and fired at one of the guys who was about to ambush Andorn. The powerful bolt instantly blew the enemy's head off.

The remaining dozen or so twisted creatures all came to life, swarming towards Andorn who was near the door.

A faintly glowing sphere floated in the angel's hand. Facing numerous enemies, he showed no sign of nervousness. He squeezed the sphere with his five fingers together and crushed it. At the same time, a gray patch of light appeared beneath his feet, covering the onrushing Twisted Ones.

Slow down, slow down, reduce hit rate.

The graceful angel retreated step by step, constantly pulling the revolver trigger. Each bullet eliminated an enemy, and after finishing one round, she skillfully reloaded the next.

Behind those who were twisted, a phantom black shadow emerged, and a gleaming dagger pierced the enemy's back.

No, they were two dark figures.

A masked man and an elegant lady in a long black dress.

They were dancing a classical dance.

37. An Ambiguous Fate

elegant.

Besides "elegant," there's probably no other adjective to describe it.

The talents from the Scarlet Theatre Company are truly exceptional.

Mike sighed inwardly, casually shooting an arrow at the nearest twisted one, then turned to see a group of enemies pouring out from the second floor of the small bar.

"Desert, go ahead!"

"Ok!"

The man jumped to the ground, kicked the table he had just been standing on, and the wooden table flying in mid-air instantly knocked down several twisted beings who were coming down the stairs.

Look.

That's very inelegant.

Even the "God of War" furniture store can hardly be described as elegant.

It's mainly for laughs.

Mike sighed; he probably couldn't compare to Phantom.

"puppet……"

Before he could speak, Phantom grabbed his black coat, which resembled a cloak, and with a gentle shake, vanished in a wisp of black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the troupe's protagonist appeared behind the woman in the black dress, creating a surging wave of air that sent several of the twisted beings staggering about.

The woman wearing the silver mask, using Phantom's body, leaped and kicked over an enemy who was going around the bar. Her long, white, and smooth legs were like sharp blades, both alluring and deadly.

"Don't ruin those drinks, I still have a use for them!"

Mike quickly made a gesture like Er Kang, afraid that Phantom and his cat would get too carried away and destroy the house on the spot.

At this moment, Andorn had already dealt with his opponent. The halo above his head emitted a faint glow, and the ripples spreading outwards indicated that he was trying to communicate with someone.

Within minutes, the small bar was in complete disarray, signifying that they had completely taken control of the place.

Mike wasn't sure how many people were still alive inside the transfer station. He rushed up to the second floor, took care of all his targets, then flipped over the railing and jumped down to the first floor, kicking a wooden table next to him out the door.

"First, help us move the damaged tables, chairs, and drinks outside, then set a fire. I need to make sure the campfire in front of the bar burns for one to two hours."

The crowd hurriedly threw the broken furniture outside, piling it into a small mountain. Puppet Shadow clapped his hands, and a shower of sparks landed in the middle of the wood. With the help of the wine poured on it, a roaring fire suddenly rose up, accompanied by a thick column of black smoke.

Mike took two steps back and said solemnly, "Hold this position. Don't let the fire go out. If anyone tries to put it out, warn them that the transit point is under our control and allow them to seek shelter. If they continue to try to put out the fire, kill them without mercy."

He turned to Destreet and said, "You and Andorn quickly take inventory of the supplies in the bar, focusing on food and water. Seal off the alcohol; it must not be used for drinking. Use lists and forms to record the basic information of anyone seeking shelter."

After saying a few words, Mike turned and left, disappearing at the end of the road in the blink of an eye.

……

On the other side of the transfer station.

Froststar, her face grim, continued to use Originium Arts to reinforce the ice wall and strengthen the defensive line formed by the convoy.

Since the gunshots rang out inside the transit station, there has been a constant stream of Twisted Ones coming to attack. The number is far too large. Could it be that the people in the nearby settlements have been contaminated?

The group that remained at the convoy organized an effective defensive line, surrounding three sides and leaving only one side open for the enemy to attack. Fortunately, they had three sorcerers who, with their combined attack, tore apart a large number of enemies.

“This place has been occupied for a long time, and I’m afraid Sami, Ursus, and Kazimierz are unaware of it. The real trouble shouldn’t be us.”

Chongyue, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car, opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as stars.

At the beginning of the attack, thanks to the Grandmaster's all-out counterattack, he shattered a group of twisted beings with a single palm strike. Such a ferocious attack, disregarding his own power, repelled the enemy's attack in a short time. However, he also consumed too much energy as a result and needed to circulate his energy for a while to recover.

Adele lowered her staff, ignoring the sweat dripping from her brow, and jogged over to ask, "Mr. Chongyue, do you need any help?"

"No need, I've already recovered."

Chongyue stood up, clenched his fists, and a turbulent airflow surrounded his body, making it hard to imagine how terrifying the power contained within it was.

He glanced at the listless lamb, knowing that the civilian staff member was not in good physical condition and could not sustain a long battle, and said softly, "Take care of yourself."

With a light tap of his toes, the man leaped over the convoy and the ice wall, and with a casual palm strike, not only overturned a pile of bricks and stones, but also shattered the four or five closest enemies into pieces.

If Mike were here, he would definitely praise it, saying, "What a domineering palm technique, born solely for killing."

In the blink of an eye, the pressure on the convoy lessened considerably. Golden light emanated from various parts of the transfer station, and visible light particles drifted in the air.

Without a doubt, Mike must be sticking talismans everywhere to drive away the twisted and neutralize the pollution caused by evil spirits.

Xingji, carrying a light sword, leaned against the car body, his hair already soaked with sweat, and panted, "It wasn't that dangerous, so why do I feel like I'm about to die from exhaustion?"

"Because there are too many of them, even if the threat level is not high, we will feel overwhelmed fighting against a larger force."

Donning a full set of professional gear, the feathered serpent lightly leaped and landed in front of Astronaut, smiling as it asked, "Need any help?"

Xingji shook her head: "No need, I still have the strength."

She took out the crystal ball and glanced at it, but even with just a vague divination, she still couldn't get any answers.

From the moment one enters the Sami Icefield, fate no longer appears in the results of divination.

This is not a good sign.

At that moment, Mike jumped down from the balcony of the house across the street. Seeing that everyone was safe and sound, he felt relieved and asked, "Where's Frostnova?"

"I am here."

Yelena quickly walked out of the crowd; she was the one who had expended the least energy here.

Mike didn't stand on ceremony and said briefly, "Froststar, you and Horhyth are together. No matter what method you use, you must seal off the transit station. I'll trouble Mr. Chongyue to escort them and remind them what to do."

"Isn't it too risky for you to take control of the entire transit station?"

"No, I have to do this. The small bar in the middle of the transit station has been taken over by Phantom, and the survivors are heading there one after another. Blocking the transit station means that these people are temporarily safe, and it can also tell the people who are trying to rescue them that this place is still under human control."

"Starry Night, Adele, you two go to the bar to help Destle with her statistical work and provide some medical care as well... Dolly, you don't need to go with Adele. Go with Mr. Chongyue to build the wall and be mainly responsible for guarding."

Mike is now making the most of everything; even the master of sheep has to do some work.

Chongyue thought about it carefully for a few seconds and then said, "Okay, you should also pay attention to your own safety. You are too conspicuous, and monsters will definitely attack you."

38. Typhon's Death Crisis

Mike laughed confidently, "I'm not afraid of it coming, I'm afraid it won't come!"

"Take care of yourself."

Chongyue was a decisive person; he left with Froststar and Horhaya.

The other two members of the team went to the small bar as Mike had instructed.

The most important thing now is to establish a firm foothold.

Expelling the twisted ones is only a temporary measure; once more monsters roam over, the small transit station may not be able to hold out.

Mike had already decided that if things really couldn't be done, he would take his men and run away. He wouldn't go to the northern Sami Icefield anymore; he would find another opportunity to go there alone.

Fortunately, the situation at the transfer station was relatively stable. After running around for a few laps, most of the Twisted Ones were wiped out, and the remaining few were not a threat.

What's truly important is that there are still over a hundred survivors here, including expatriates from several countries.

Perhaps because the incident happened so suddenly, some people didn't have time to run and could only hide underground and wait for rescue.

Unexpectedly, instead of rescue from Sami, a team from outside the transit station arrived.

It must be said that this team is incredibly powerful. They managed to wipe out hundreds of Twisted Ones in one fell swoop and even took control of the small bar, forcing everyone to gather there.

Faced with such terrifying power, even the most ambitious people can only temporarily choose to bow their heads.

After all, their lives were in the hands of the other party. Moral blackmail wouldn't work against these seasoned veterans; on the contrary, they would just get thrown out.

Who is Mike?

Having experienced numerous wars and countless emergencies, he took control of the transit station because he valued the large number of personnel remaining there.

If there aren't enough people, he'll choose to leave rather than stay.

If you push him too far, he might just pack up and run away. Those who don't have time to escape will naturally face certain death.

Now, those building the city are building the city, those registering are registering, and Phantom and his cat are guarding the campfire to keep it burning, ensuring the transit station is safe for the time being.

Mike took the opportunity to walk around again, using up all the mathematical formulas on his paper, before leisurely returning to the entrance of the small bar.

As time ticked by, the number of survivors who came to register reached more than 150. Even with the help of Stellar and Adele, Destle, who was in charge of the registration, was exhausted.

After all, electronic devices were basically unusable at this point, and people could only write by hand.