Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"This natural disaster is really huge, worthy of Kazdel..."

A cloaked Scourge Messenger set up observation equipment on a hillside far away from the Scourge cloud and recorded data of this rare disaster.

A gust of wind blew, and the hat lined with animal hair slipped off, revealing a head of blue hair and extremely strange racial features underneath.

The halo of Sakota and the horns of Sarkaz appear on the same head, and there are also wings of light and a tail behind her.

This is a fallen angel. If an angel violates the ban and raises his gun to attack his own kind, he will fall into depravity and grow a Sarkaz tail and horns.

After leaving Lateran, Mostima became a messenger of the Scourge. After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decided to go to Longmen to take a look.

As she drove her SUV through the wilderness, she noticed a scourge cloud rapidly forming on the horizon.

As a messenger of natural disasters, recording and observing natural disasters is her daily job.

So Mostima turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the place where the disaster occurred.

After setting up the observation equipment, Mostima took the time to make a cup of tea and added a lot of sugar cubes. It turned out that the Sakota people had an innate love for desserts.

Just as she was about to concentrate on enjoying her hot tea, a white ball rushing out from the disaster cloud caught Mastema's attention.

The white ball was moving very fast and was heading straight towards the hill where Mostima was.

Mastema was intrigued by the strange white sphere that emerged from the Scourge, so she raised her staff and activated her Originium skills.

A blue light flashed, and the white ball's flying speed slowed down, and finally it slowly fell to the ground.

Just as Mostima was about to go closer to check, the sphere suddenly cracked for unknown reasons, and several flushed, unconscious men rolled out from it.

As they were crossing the natural disaster, the concentration of Originium in their bodies increased rapidly, and they fell into a dangerous state of acute mineral sickness.

Adhering to the principle of saving lives, Mostima ignored the freshly brewed tea. He picked up the unconscious people one by one and put them in the car, and rushed to the nearest town.

......

The huge disaster cloud was still wriggling, as if it was digesting the fleet of high-speed warships that it had just swallowed.

An invisible barrier separated the Scourge Cloud and the Rhodes Island Landship, even though they were less than two kilometers apart.

But no matter whether it was the sky full of ice and snow, the raging gales, or the rapidly spreading Originium crystal clusters, none of them could cross the edge of the scourge cloud.

Because the Demon King Tikaz has issued an order: natural disasters can only go this far and are not allowed to go beyond this limit.

However, even though the scourge had stopped moving forward, it still brought a strong sense of oppression and fear to those who experienced it. This was a fear that was engraved in the bones of the Terrans and was their biological instinct.

Only when facing the natural disaster can one realize how insignificant one is. The landship under his feet is huge, but compared to the natural disaster cloud that is as big as a mountain, it is just a speck of dust.

Something that can destroy even a moving city is now right in front of me. This is the only chance in my life to observe a natural disaster up close.

Some Babel Tower operators recorded this moment in their own way. Especially those operators who have done in-depth research on natural disasters have already thought of new academic paper topics in their minds.

Theresa looked at the scourge cloud with worry in her eyes. It had been a long time since the scourge engulfed the Victoria fleet.

There was no sign of the disaster cloud weakening, and Roy had not emerged from it, which made her very worried.

Ramalen noticed Theresa's worry, walked over slowly, and patted her shoulder.

"Your Highness, please believe His Highness Roy, he will be fine."

"Well, Lamaren, thank you."

Roy encountered trouble in the natural disaster cloud, and his old problem came back. A large number of fragmented and illogical images kept impacting his brain.

Now he can only try his best to maintain the stability of the spell and prevent the disaster from getting out of control.

Above his head, which he couldn't see, the dark crown was flashing an ominous red light, spreading the signal in a way that Roy couldn't understand.

The mainframe of the law buried deep underground in the Lateran Cathedral was the first to make a judgment: "Visitor signal received, the Heaven's Fulcrum is confirmed to be alive."

At the same time, the contemporary Pope Lateran, who was enjoying donuts in the cathedral, sensed something strange about the law and immediately got up and rushed underground.

At the same moment, the halos on the heads of all the Laterans across Terra lost their holy light and then returned to their original state.

"New laws have been issued to all individuals, with the goal of finding visitors." The Law Host fell silent again, waiting for the arrival of visitors.

......

Roy finally got rid of the old problem, which always appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly. Until now, Roy has not figured out the pattern.

Fortunately, he can regain control of the natural disaster and release the energy accumulated inside in a more gentle manner.

Roy held the staff and flew back to the center of the disaster cloud. The red light shot into the sky again.

However, unlike before, this time the red light did not continue to break through the disaster cloud, but dispersed into millions of tiny beams of light, radiating in all directions.

The huge amount of energy within the natural disaster was extracted by the light beam, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky wherever the light beam passed.

Theresa reached out and took a white snowflake, with a happy smile on her face, "The children of Kazdel can play in the snow happily..."

A beam of light passed through the sky above Longmen, bringing snow to the traditional Yan country New Year. Wei Yanwu and Wen Yue sat opposite each other by the window, tasting freshly made snacks together.

Flemont, who had just left the tower and was about to meet the Black Queen, was keenly aware that the snow was not formed naturally, but was a spell cast by someone.

Looking up at the snow flying all over the sky, Fremont couldn't help but admire the warlock who cast a spell of this scale.

The happiest people were the children of Kazdel City, as school was out. They had plenty of free time to run around in the streets in the snow, and they no longer had to go hungry or freeze this winter.

This was the best winter they could remember.

In the blazing soul furnace, the irritable dead souls calmed down for a rare time, quietly looking at Kazdel in the snow, which they had guarded for a hundred years.

In a sense, this snow is the "greatest natural disaster" in history.

The jet-black armor on Roy turned into particles and slowly dissipated as he landed on Rhodes Island, leaving only the crown that symbolized his identity as the Demon King.

He walked towards Theresa, who was wearing a white dress, with her hands folded in front of her, waiting quietly in the wind and snow.

The royal court warriors on both sides knelt on one knee in unison, greeting their king with the most loyal and ardent eyes.

Neczrei and Lamaren also used the ancient etiquette of the Sarkaz to express their respect. Even the always arrogant Dukare bowed his head, as such a demon king was worthy of his bowing.

"Welcome home, Roy." Theresa smiled and spoke softly.

"Well, I'm back."

......

"What happened to your black crown?"

"It seems something went wrong and it can't be taken back for the time being."

"Why don't you ask Kelsey?"

"Let's wait until she comes back."