My Arknights Life Diary

"Father, you are back!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the Patriot looked behind him and saw a familiar figure.

"Growwalds?"

"Of course it's me! Father, you're finally home! Mother has been waiting for you at home for a long time!"

Grovalz said this, took the Patriot's hand, and walked towards the direction of his memory called home.

"By the way, father, do you know? Recently, the Empire passed a bill to give preferential treatment to those infected......"

"Preferential treatment for the infected?"

"That's right! Have you forgotten? You were the one who pushed for the passage of this bill yourself!"

“I pushed it myself?”

“Need I say more? Ursus’ greatest general, a living legend, the greatest hero, Mr. Patriot, although you are an infected, you have brought victory after victory to the empire.

Back then, the late emperor overcame all objections and allowed you to be promoted to the rank of general at a young age. Now, you are a well-known patriot in the entire Ursus!

Well, father, you will have to go to Saint Jun Castle in a while, so please take a good rest at home for a while."

As Grovaldz said this, he pulled the patriot through the city, through the villages and towns, into the forest, and finally stopped in front of a tall wooden house.

"Mother! Father is back!"

The young Wendigo shouted towards the huge wooden house.

Then, a person walked out of the house, an adult female Wendigo. The Patriot recognized her. It was his beloved wife Helen.

"Helen........"

The Patriot murmured as he saw the person coming up to him.

Entered the house

Sitting at the table

Pick up the cutlery

Delicious food

Is it beautiful?

very nice!

The ballad is sung softly.

The patriot sat in the lounge chair with a relaxed look, enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine.

is this real?

The patriots thought so.

Wait, why am I wondering if this is true, why am I doubting the authenticity of all this, etc!

The Patriot felt that he had sensed something unusual.

Although he didn't know why, he just felt that it was all unreal, and he felt like he had forgotten something important.

The Patriot stood up from the recliner, and as he stood up, for some reason there was a clanging sound beside him, like the collision of metal pieces.

The Patriot looked back at himself.

"Armor? Why am I wearing armor? Wait, if this is true, why am I wearing armor?!"

The Patriot's consciousness sensed that something was wrong, and he realized that he was imprisoned in a woven cage.

At this moment, the image in front of the Patriot's eyes began to flicker, red eyes, countless red eyes.

The starry sky that frightened him, the huge void, the black sun, and people! Lots of people!

Growalds?

Lezavog?

Collapse!

Evil!

The patriots remembered something, something that was distorted, covered, and hidden...

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his scarlet pupils saw through the false disguise, and he returned to the snowy field.

He glanced around, and under the illumination of the red thing, which he was not sure if it could be called light, everyone except Lezavog seemed to be caught in a distorted illusion.

At this time, Lezavog was struggling to resist the hands that kept emerging from the ground. No, they should not be called hands. They should be called something similar to hands.

"How long has it been since Lezavog?"

The Patriot swept away a black tentacle that was rushing towards him, and then shouted to Lezavog who was standing beside him.

"About two seconds!"

Lezavog knew what the Patriot was talking about. Just now, the demons had caused a large-scale AOE pollution, and no one was spared except him.

"That thing is about to appear!"

Lezavog looked at the alarms that went off from some of the equipment on the power armor and shouted this to the Patriots.

"I see!"

The Patriot cut off a black tentacle and answered.

A huge noise sounded again, and above the mountains, a huge, indescribable thing with a black base color, and it was unclear whether it could be called a living creature, appeared.

It is in the shape of a long strip, and at the top of the strip, it is densely covered with red, which forms a pattern similar to an eye.

Countless tentacles, or rather countless hands, spread out from the body of this long evil demon. These hands pierced the earth and shattered the mountains and rivers.

With the appearance of this evil demon, the surrounding environment became increasingly weird, and the originally pure white snow on the ground was gradually turning black.

And the black snow fell heavier and heavier, eventually covering the entire sky.

The woods behind them also disappeared, leaving only empty darkness.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the appearance of the evil spirit brought the people who were originally trapped in a state of mental pollution back to their senses.

But this is not a good result.

Not everyone can bear the mental stress of looking directly at evil spirits.

Kved, his spirit broken into ashes.

Svanier, "Brain Opening"

Grendo, ground into a paste

Vernet, cracked skull

Remaining team: 5 people.

However, the crowd at this time did not feel fear, because the evil demon had appeared, which meant that their enemy had changed from an illusory thing to a tangible thing.

This means that they can attack him. To put it in more common terms, the boss's health bar is showing...

boom! boom! boom!

The moment that thing appeared, Lezavog pulled the trigger of the grenade launcher. In less than three seconds, nearly a hundred bombs were fired at the giant creature entrenched on the mountain.

It’s a pity that the bomb didn’t seem to cause much damage to the giant object.

It did not pose any obstacle to the evil's subsequent actions.

It took the huge, indescribable thing and stretched out its body. Then, two tentacles stretched out from under the top, which was not sure if it could be called eyes.

The two tentacles were heading straight for the Patriots. After noticing this, Lezavog didn't say much and the sound of the grenade launcher rang out again.

In an instant, hundreds of explosive bombs accurately hit the tentacles of the evil demon, which effectively slowed down the speed of the tentacles' advance.

This prevented the two falling main tentacles from directly attacking the Patriot and others below them.

However, the falling of the main tentacles does not mean the end. As the two main tentacles directly inserted into the soil, more and more split limbs emerged from the black earth.

"What the hell is this!"

The gray sword slashed across and cut off the indescribable limbs that were rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but speak like this.

He looked at the main tentacle not far away and made a decision.

"Fuck, you keep splitting, right? I'm going to chop off your main tentacle and see how you split!"

Gray Sword shouted like this, and summoned all his strength to cut off the split limbs in front of him. Finally, before the new limbs appeared, he rushed towards the main tentacle.

He swung his sword towards the tentacle that was at least two or three meters long in diameter.

But something strange happened. His sword went straight through the tentacles and he didn't feel anything like he had hit the target. Then when he wanted to strike again, something even more shocking happened.

"Is this my sword?"

Gray Sword spoke in confusion as he looked at the greatsword that had become much shorter after being pulled back.

"No way! I've cut things with tentacles before, like octopuses and the like, but it doesn't work like this. No! Try cutting it again!"

Gray Sword muttered this and swung his sword again. This time the sword hit the target. Gray Sword felt like he had hit a very elastic and smooth target.

"Eh? I won this time! Let's do it again!"

Gray Sword said this in surprise, preparing to strike again, but...

"Wait, when?"

Gray Sword looked at the strange limbs wrapped around his feet and said this with a chill in his heart.

Before he could utter the next word, three more strange limbs flew towards him and clamped his head and hands respectively.

Afterwards, these limbs exerted force from four different directions, and finally Gray Sword's body was torn into pieces.

Gray sword, death.

Currently remaining: 4 people

............

Below the evil demon, the Patriot led everyone in fighting against the tentacles. Exploration and erosion spread with observation and cognition. Even Lezavog found that his mind was in a trance.

It was at this moment that everyone suddenly looked towards the huge object in the sky with a feeling in their hearts. They all had a feeling that the huge object was gathering their power!

This is true...

The indescribable power originating from the turbulent subspace was pulled into the human world, and the higher beings were interfering with the real world with some unspeakable means.

The observing "eyes" converged at one point! It seemed to penetrate the world! It also seemed to be trying to find out the weak points in the psychological defenses of the only four people left!

fear!

This was the only feeling that everyone present had after being stared at by these eyes, and it was also the first feeling.

Even if we exclude the influence of the subspace, ordinary people would instantly lose their ability to fight after being stared at by these eyes, but the "willpower" of the four people present was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Fear exists, but that doesn't mean they don't have the courage to swing their swords at that "fear"!

The Patriot looked at the pupil that was spying on the world and gave him a huge sense of oppression, and suddenly felt that this might be the weakness of this evil demon. Endless power was gathering there, and as long as he triggered it, it might cause the evil demon to self-destruct!

Drive the alien species outside this civilization back into the subspace!

Thinking of this, Patriot, I tightened the halberd in my hand, and the terrifying spell that belonged only to Wendigo gathered on the halberd, and the red spell burst out from the halberd!

From the perspective of Lezavog and his men, it looked like a red ribbon wrapped around the patriot's halberd, and at this moment, the red ribbon was "fluttering in the wind"

This just shows that the Patriot is now full of fighting spirit, proving his determination to drive this evil thing back to the subspace!

Suddenly! The Patriot raised the halberd with one hand, and the Lezavog halberd man on the other side understood what the Patriot meant in an instant.

The speed of the grenade launcher in Lezavog's hand was getting faster and faster. At this time, the grenade launcher could fire hundreds of bullets from the muzzle per second.