Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Roy and the Patriot reacted differently to Yelena who suddenly stepped forward to stop them.

Roy paused his spell and looked with interest at the white rabbit, who was used to eating spicy candy. It looked like she really thought she was going to punish the patriots. What a naive person she was.

"Yelena, who told you to follow me? Go back now," the Patriot shouted, using his guardian's authority. He was worried that Yelena's reckless interruption would anger the Demon King.

"Mr. Iroh, please let the old stubborn man go. If anything goes wrong, I will pay him back."

Yelena, who had just come to the mobile city from the information-blocked snowfield, was exposed to significantly delayed outside information, and she obviously did not recognize Roy's true identity.

Perhaps it was also related to the fact that Kazdel hadn't had any major events recently that would have been reported in major newspapers. However, it wouldn't be long before Kazdel would once again attract the attention of all of Terra.

"Ms. Yelena, this is an internal matter of the Sarkaz race. Unrelated personnel have no right to interfere."

"What's more, it was Bozhukasti who proactively requested the punishment. As his closest relative, you should respect his choice."

Roy was firm and would not tolerate any questioning. He raised his hand again, ready to press it on the Patriot's shoulder.

"But..." Yelena became more and more anxious when she saw this, and subconsciously wanted to cast a spell to interrupt.

"That's enough! Stop messing around here!"

The Patriot turned around and roared, completely halting Yelena's movements. It was the first time she had seen the old stubborn man so angry. The overwhelming momentum that had once intimidated the enemy now stood in front of her like an indestructible wall.

"Please continue." The Patriot lowered his head again and let down all defenses.

Yelena, imprisoned in place, could only watch as the right hand, wrapped in dark magic, lightly pressed on the stubborn old man's shoulder.

"Ouch!" Pain pierced through his bones, sweeping over him like a raging wave. Even the battle-hardened patriot couldn't help but groan in pain.

The increasingly heavy breathing and the uncontrollable trembling body all proved that the patriot was suffering unimaginable pain and torture.

Yelena, powerless to do anything about it, couldn't bear to watch. She turned her head and closed her eyes, but the heavy breathing continued to reach her ears. At this moment, she would rather her hearing was not so outstanding.

As Roy cast the spell, the Originium crystals deep within the Patriot's body were reversed and transformed into healthy flesh and blood. As his mastery of Originium's power grew, even a spell clone could easily do the same.

After experiencing extreme pain, the itching sensation of rapidly growing flesh and blood followed, like tens of thousands of ants biting all over the body. No matter how frantically I scratched, I couldn't find the exact spot.

Such intense neuronal stimulation is enough to drive ordinary people into madness. Fortunately, it is all worth it. Patriots who have escaped the erosion of Originium in their bodies can extend their lifespan by hundreds of years.

"Okay, the punishment ends here." After the treatment was completed, Roy withdrew his right hand, and the pure white diamond frame above his head turned into fragments and melted in the air.

"Huhuhuhu... You actually possess this kind of power..."

The Patriot felt this healthy, young body, its powerful heart pumping bright red blood. Every breath became incredibly easy and smooth. The Originium crystals that had once been deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the chest had now disappeared.

The Originium that had tormented him for so long was actually completely cleared away. The Patriot was utterly horrified that this legendary Highness could manipulate the Originium at will. This was simply the power of a god!

The Patriots knew that if His Highness was willing, it would not be impossible to conquer the entire land of Terra, achieving a feat that even the legendary Nightmare Khan and the King of Kings had never accomplished.

"But why?" The Patriot's voice, still deep, was filled with confusion. He considered himself the Wendigo's sinner and had proactively requested punishment, but unexpectedly received treatment.

"You are the only pure-blooded Wendigo left in this land. It would be a shame if you died of oripathy. Kazdel still needs your service, so stay alive. Besides, there's a lovely white rabbit who needs you."

Roy patted the Patriot's shoulder earnestly and signaled him to look back with his eyes.

A white figure quickly threw itself into Patriot's arms. Yelena's eyes were red, and she kept asking anxiously if he felt any discomfort. Patriot shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

He hadn't wanted Yelena to get involved, so he had yelled at her to leave. Looking at Yelena's worried face, the Patriot couldn't help but feel guilty in his crimson eyes.

"...I'm fine...Yelena." The Patriot's big hand gently stroked Yelena's head and slowly stood up.

"Now that the punishment is over, you can leave." Roy turned and looked towards the core city, and ordered the two to leave.

"You saved me, and in return, I will be loyal to you and become your warrior." The only pure-blooded Wendigo left on this land made a promise to the Sarkaz King, and he would fulfill it until the end of his life.

"Thank you for showing mercy!" Yelena also bowed to Roy to express her gratitude and left with the Patriot.

......

At nightfall in Chernobog, the Originium Refinery remained brightly lit. Towering chimneys belched dark smoke, casting a shadow over the twin moons hanging high in the night sky.

In a luxurious mansion in the core city, the city administrator, Marquis Boris, was at a banquet for the nobility, swaying his corpulent figure to the melodious music of the instruments. Many nobles from other cities were present, hoping to use this opportunity to expand their network.

A waiter dressed as a butler quietly entered the bustling venue through a side door, found the slightly tipsy Marquis Boris, and whispered something in his ear. The shocking news instantly dispelled the drunkenness, and Marquis Boris's expression was icy. After giving a few instructions to the butler, he once again picked up his glass and entered the room.

As the organizer of a banquet, it is extremely rude to leave due to a sudden accident.

The sarcophagus facility is crucial to Chernobyl, and despite the massive deployment of military and police personnel to deal with the intruder, Marquis Boris remains uneasy. The devastation wrought by the sarcophagus incident is still fresh in people's minds.

In the underground sarcophagus facility in the core city, Roy, shrouded in a pitch-black cloak, cast a spell to stun all the guards and successfully reached the sarcophagus's control panel. Following the operating procedures provided by the doctor, he completely shut down the sarcophagus's power output.

To prevent the sarcophagus from being opened again, Roy used his highest authority to lock the control panel. Without the correct password, the sarcophagus was nothing but a cold stone. He waited until the Ursus authorities stopped paying attention to the sarcophagus before removing it in modules.