Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"What is that..." Without exception, all the magicians with keen magical senses on the nearby snowfields were affected by the detection spells cast by the time beast, and their minds were filled with noisy roars.

Invisible magic fluctuations penetrated the body and spread rapidly along the snowfield.

When the magicians hit their heads hard to get rid of the noise, the dreamy colorful aurora that appeared on the white horizon immediately attracted their attention.

The first to be hit were the two inner guards. The demonic fragments in their bodies felt threatened and became restless. In order to prevent the demonic power from leaking out, they could only suppress their own power.

Then came Tallulah and the Patriots, who followed the trail left by the Inner Guards and approached the camp where Speaker Witte was. They were strong warriors, but also powerful magicians.

The spell impact forced the two men to stop. The Patriot gripped his halberd tightly, raised his tower shield, and blocked in front of him. His scarlet eyes looked vigilantly into the depths of the snowfield.

Tallulah plunged her sword into the black soil that had not yet completely thawed, covered her head with one hand, and let out low growls like a wounded beast through her clenched teeth.

The national will of Ursus, the immortal black snake Koschei, left a spell similar to a trigger in Tallulah's mind, and subtly guided her to trigger this spell.

Once the spell is triggered, Kosice can take advantage of the opportunity to occupy this powerful young body. Moreover, Tallulah also has a complex and special identity, which is very important for the later plans.

However, the appearance of the time monster inadvertently disrupted Kosice's plan.

The powerful spell impact emitted by the giant beast almost dispersed the small wisp of soul that Kosice left in Tallulah's brain, and the influence that was secretly exerted on Tallulah before also became ineffective.

A mobile city near the snowfield, in an urban primary school consisting of several low buildings.

Teacher Liberi, who is dressed exquisitely and exudes a noble temperament, is explaining the deeds of Emperor Ursus to the children under the podium.

Suddenly, the textbook in the teacher's hand fell to the ground, his hands were on the table, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Teacher Kashena, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" The child whose seat was closest to the podium hurried to the stage to show concern for the teacher.

"Your hands are so cold, I'll go find the doctor right away." The child just touched the teacher's hand and immediately pulled it back.

"No, teacher, just go back and take a rest. I will find another teacher to take my class... Thank you for your concern, teacher."

The teacher named Kashena forced a smile on her pale face and left the classroom in a hurry.

"Damn it, how could such a thing appear on the snowy plain? Which country did this guy escape from..." Kashena returned to her office and slammed the table in frustration. The shadow under her body twisted into a cold and evil venomous snake.

"Call on all spare snake scales. We must find out what happened in that area." A sharp and hoarse male voice came from the beautiful and noble Liberian woman.

Workers, farmers, soldiers, and inspectors from the villages and cities hidden in the snowfield all stopped their work and ran towards the snowfield.

......

"...I found the special Sarkaz you mentioned...Let's go..." The Chronomon raised its head and received the information sent back by the spell.

The flames burning in its eye sockets grew brighter, and its gigantic body once again slipped into the cracks in time and space, leaving behind only large tracts of bare frozen ground.

The ice and snow that originally covered the earth were melted by the energy released from the giant beast's body.

The Patriot and Tallulah continued to move forward along the traces left by the Internal Guards. Tallulah felt that her brain, which had been groggy from lack of rest, suddenly became much clearer.

The problems that had no solution before now seem to have a clue.

But right now, finding the person behind the Integration Movement was more important, so she didn't think too much about it.

After crossing a low slope covered with snow, the traces left by the inner guards disappeared, and a temporary camp consisting of several tents appeared in front of us.

"The elite of the Ursus army, there must be a big shot coming..." Tallulah could tell at a glance that those well-equipped and well-trained soldiers were completely different from those pickets in disguise.

The patrolling soldiers soon discovered the two people standing on the hill and immediately reported it to Speaker Witte in the tent.

At the same time, the team leader stepped forward and led the two into the temporary camp. An internal guard stood quietly behind Speaker Witte and walked out of the tent. Another internal guard came to the outskirts of the camp to intercept any spies who tried to gather intelligence.

Tallulah recognized the well-dressed, gentle-looking man in front of her as the Speaker of the Imperial Parliament—Islam Witte.

She had been taken by Koschei to attend a banquet of high-ranking nobles before. As the leader of the new aristocratic faction, Witt was the absolute core figure in the aristocratic banquet.

Such an important person would actually come to the snowfield in person to meet the leader of the infected team.

"Captain Bozhukas, you are indeed the strongest warrior in Ursus, just as the information says. The Empire will remember your contributions to the Empire."

"I have left the army. Now I am just an ordinary infected warrior." The Patriot lowered his head to show respect, but his spine was straight.

"I'm also sorry about what happened back then. I apologize to you on behalf of the Empire."

"I'm not worthy of you doing this, Speaker Witte. Let's not talk about the past. Leaving the army was my choice." The Patriot shook his head. He had long let go of everything in the past.

"Since it is your choice, I respect your will."

"Grand Duke Koschei's heir, Tallulah Atria, it's been a long time. I never thought you would choose this path. The look in your eyes now is completely different from the Grand Duke Koschei I remember."

Speaker Witte turned to look at Tallulah beside the Patriot and extended his hand to her in a gentle and friendly manner.

"Speaker Witte, I didn't expect to see you here." Tallulah was neither humble nor arrogant. She let go of the hilt of the sword and held Speaker Witte's hand.

"His Majesty the Emperor is very interested in the Reunion Movement, a team of infected people, and he sent me to the Snowfield to find out your attitude."

"What attitude?" Tallulah didn't understand the reason and asked doubtfully.

"Why was the Reunion Movement formed and who does it belong to?"

"They accepted the instructions of the old nobles, secretly developed and strengthened themselves, and waited for the right time to become a sharp blade to strike the empire."

"Or are they just pitiful people who are attracted to you, a naive idealist with utopian dreams?"

Speaker Witte's expression turned serious, his dark brown eyes fixed on Tallulah's.

"The Reunion Movement was established to save the suffering infected. It belongs neither to the nobles nor to me. It belongs to the vast majority of the infected."

"It is a fire that will one day set the entire earth on fire." Tallulah responded to Speaker Witte's gaze with a firm gaze, with flames burning in her eyes.

"Hehe...does it belong to the team of the majority of infected people?" Witt turned his head to glance at the inner guard behind him. The inner guard nodded implicitly, meaning that Tallulah did not lie.

"It's windy outside, let's go into the tent and sit down..." Witt invited Tallulah and Patriot into the tent and just turned around.

A sudden gust of wind swept in, deforming the tent and blowing snowflakes into his face. The inner guard immediately stepped forward and stood in front of Witt.

The Patriot and Tallulah raised their weapons and looked up at the sky.

A dark crack appeared in the sky, and a hideous white animal head poked out from it. Then only a skeleton wrapped in blue and purple nerve bundles was left. The energy escaping from it was heart-wrenching.

The Time Behemoth, the Ursus Empire officials, and the Integration Movement, a three-party meeting.