Arknights' Lock of Heaven

There's no need to be so terrified, as if you're being led by the nose.

Boris instinctively pressed his hand against the glass curtain wall, only to be instantly frozen in place. He could only huddle up and tuck his hand into his sleeve, then focus all his energy on the battle to come.

As the vanguard convoy gradually approached the ship without any apparent incident, he felt somewhat relieved.

Perhaps they are just bluffing.

Gazing at the frost flowers that had somehow climbed up the glass curtain wall, he thought to himself, "Maybe I should request to retire after this mission, citing poor health."

Anyway, I've already reached the limit of my career by getting to this position; there's no way I can break through any further.

The political situation in Ursus is becoming increasingly unpredictable; it's best to withdraw as soon as possible.

Whatever you do, don't get caught up in this vortex.

Hmm? Wait a minute, something seems off...

What's wrong? He tucked his neck into the collar of his coat and stood there, lost in thought.

Ah, frost flowers.

The glass curtain wall in front of me was covered with streaks of frost.

But it's daytime now, the sun has just come out, how can it be so cold?

cold?

Thinking of this, he looked down at himself, curled up like a turtle inside his coat.

When did even the command room of the Ural become so cold?

Wait, is it cold?

Franz and Jonathan's report came to mind.

"Enemy...attack..."

Boris never imagined that his voice would one day be so delicate.

Even the command center couldn't transmit the message.

Wait, why would we need to spread this message? Aren't there still people in the command center?

Thinking of this, he stiffly turned his head to look around.

All you can see are ice sculptures.

Ah, they're all dead.

Boris's thoughts gradually slowed down as the temperature dropped, but why was he still alive?

why?

"Because I wanted to satisfy my curiosity quietly."

Just then, a voice came from behind him.

He turned to look.

It looks somewhat familiar.

Ah, that long green hair, that androgynous beauty... it's that escaped captain.

Nikolai was brought down by him?

"Can you tell me why you ordered the warships to stop in place?" the man said. "I'm curious."

Ah, why is that?

The answer is actually quite simple.

But he didn't want to answer.

He looked around at the corpses that had been carved into ice sculptures.

Then, with his frozen hands, he pulled out the decorative command sword from his body and struck a distorted Ursus army assault pose.

“U...Sa...S…S…”

He wanted to shout it out loud, but his frozen body could only let out a soft roar.

Upon seeing this, Xia Yu snapped her fingers.

The art of sustaining Boris's life was brought to an end.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He took only three steps before his last heartbeat ceased.

he died.

"Tsk, so tragic, it makes me feel like the villain." Xia Yu's figure in the command room also disappeared like ripples on water; what came here was just a projection.

“You’re the ones who bully men and women, commit all sorts of evil deeds and plunder the land,” Xia Yu muttered on the hilltop, “acting like you’re the ones who bravely sacrificed yourselves.”

"Huh? What did you say?" Frostnova, standing beside him, looked at the two warships that were gradually coming to a stop on the channel and asked, puzzled.

Hearing her question, Xia Yu blinked, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

"I have a feeling you're hiding something from me," Frostnova said with a sidelong glance. "But you're the boss, so whatever you say goes."

Fine.

Xia Yu turned her head to look at the two warships.

It was purely to satisfy my own curiosity. As for leaking secrets?

How could a dead person leak secrets?

Besides, this technology is destined to be revealed to the world. Keeping it secret? You're dreaming.

Technical information can be kept confidential, but what confidentiality do I, as the person in charge, have?

What? You're afraid someone's going to mess with me?

Laugh to death.

Well, how should I put it? Welcome? A VIP at the crematorium?

“Sigh, what a fine ship,” Anton sighed, standing beside Frostnova. “Just like that, it’s totaled…”

"Uncle Anton! We told you we can't take it with us!" Hearing this, Froststar turned around and said helplessly, "I know you're heartbroken, but please try to control yourself."

“I know, I know,” Anton quickly waved his hand to indicate that he understood. “I was just making a few comments.”

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A little earlier.

"Almost there! Closer!" Franz trembled as he looked at the towering warship before him. He picked up the communicator and began issuing orders. "Andrew, you take the assault troops and prepare to board the ship immediately. Bradley, you lead the rangers to defend the perimeter and intercept any fleeing enemies. Valcke, you lead the shieldbearers to hold the line. Wot, the infantry group, follow the assault troops. Once they create an opening, you rush in! And... and Hales, I need you to help Bradley control the surrounding area."

The command vehicle braked suddenly and slowly came to a stop.

A series of orders were given, but the communicators, which should have been used by the commanders of each unit to respond, remained silent.

"What's going on? Didn't you hear me?" Franz was stunned. "Hals? Bradley? Walter?"

There was still no sound from the communicator.

Upon seeing this, Franz and Jonathan exchanged glances, a chill instantly running down their spines.

there is a problem.

“Lieutenant Colonel, I think you should take a look at this…”

Just then, the driver looked in the rearview mirror with a trembling voice and said, "They... they seem to still be behind us?"

"Behind? What behind?" Franz was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at the rearview mirror.

Several hundred meters behind the command vehicle, various vehicles were parked haphazardly.

Just moments ago, they were still launching an attack behind their command vehicle.

But in just one minute, the situation had completely changed.

Only a few dozen cars followed him.

These were basically the same batch of vehicles that Nikolai had taken with him, newly added to the Sixth Army.

In fact, his troops originally numbered more than this, but General Boris, citing the mission as the priority, handed over all the brand-new vehicles from the Sixth Army to Nikolai, ordering him to pursue the captain of that ship.

These dozen or so vehicles were saved by myself.

Now, after the previous high-speed chase, the majority of the older vehicles have fallen behind.

These were the cars that followed him.

Only so many people survived.

Franz, seemingly lost in thought, got out of the car and looked back.

A somewhat blurry curtain wall stood between him and the convoy of vehicles, as if dividing the earth.

In the distance, the two warships that had given him absolute confidence also slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Jonathan, who had somehow appeared beside him, said, dumbfounded. “Oh, we’re in big trouble.”

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