Chapter 1067: NO．190：Three Oppressors Can Condense a Piece of Land

NO．190：Three Oppressors Can Condense a Piece of Land

For a long time, the Ursus Empire has had a legend about the 'Undead'.

In the legend, multiple 'Undead' secretly manipulate the empire's direction, and even the emperor doesn't know their details.

This sounds like the conspiracy theories that every country has a bit of, just like the Victoria underground sewers hiding an enormous radish, the Colombia alley hiding a group of Sa'fara (lizard) people and cyborgs, Shalag having a female ghost capable of appearing in two places at impossible times, and the Latrean Papal Court hearing every day someone shouting and condemning the pope's terrible dessert taste.

Finally, that one turned out to be true.

And today, the Ursus Empire's legend has likewise become real.

Fyodor Vladimirovich, the current Ursus Emperor, 'fortunately' witnessed the emergence of the Undead collective.

They stood alive before him, trampling on the floor stained even more crimson by Shengyu's blood.

When that person was alive, he still held a high-status position from Sami, manufacturing internal guard technology; the Ursus Emperor didn't like him, for he was arrogant, overbearing, and even in the face of this impending disaster, he maintained a devil-may-care attitude of self-abandonment.

But precisely because of that, Shengyu, in the palace of Shengjun Fortress, happened upon this group of Undead who suddenly entered together with a few internal guards.

Then?

Then came a few lines from the East Yan Little White Classic's standard aristocratic provocation segment, the outcome was obvious.

In urgent circumstances, nobody wanted to waste time.

And a group of non-human beings living in the Ursus Empire, where the social atmosphere is already repressive and class tensions extremely tight, what would they do when faced with people who really want to waste time?

Only kill!

Those blocking the way? Kill them!

Those causing trouble? Kill them!

Those hindering one's holding of land? Kill them!!

In fact, the current Ursus Emperor, due to his gentle nature, has been trying to improve the situation of the infected, even wanting to change the ethnic discrimination within Ursus, and furthermore opposes continuing the previous emperor's foreign wars.

But forced by military and social pressure, he has long been unable to truly implement it, and moreover has to endure some legislators and Shengyu giving him dirty looks, making his days quite uncomfortable.

And then today, everything changed.

Shengyu simply collapsed at his feet, and the legislator who constantly played tricks in parliament and dared to yin-yang his own colleagues was also delivered a very fresh, very intact head.

Members of the pro-peace faction were somewhat surprised, yet could not hide their delight in sending messages, full of ambitions to display grand plans, letting the Ursus, already dragged down by war into a mire, regain greatness with positive visions.

And the Ursus Emperor hasn't yet figured out how to tell them, the Wendigo Legion of the Northern Border has been breached, and everyone will soon face the social doubts inevitably coming from the blockade of the Northern Border's three territories.

But now, these Undead have appeared before him.

Men and women, old and young, all present, bringing him one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.

The good news is he no longer needs to worry about social pressure; even the international channel on TV can already receive unusual circulating reports from the Sami, Bolivar, and Sargon regions, and there is also news of calamities from the Faction and demonic pressures.

And such news already indicates a future that is hard to be optimistic about.

With such external threats, naturally there's no need to worry about social pressure; next he must have people prepare a proclamation draft.

As for the bad news…

He, in order to oppose war, has endured together with the legislators until now; their excitement could even be conveyed through text, but…

He truly must fight now.

This is not only because these life‑despising Undead before him might also threaten his own life, but also because these Undead evidently came prepared, handing over a stack of paper documents.

Very up‑to‑date, the most recent observation time was even just twenty minutes ago.

It clearly shows that the threat of this current catastrophe is far more than just one country or one place.

This is a trial of civilization, this is the reality that without war there is death; he must push this nation, wounded and sick, dragged behind by previous generations' war policies and already falling behind the pace, to actively step onto a battlefield far more brutal than before.

Does he have a choice?

Unless he is as foolish as Shengyu, giving up everything, otherwise, faced with the other side's data that merely points out the current situation, he has no choice but to issue that order.

Fight!

Not only must he fight, but he must also ally with neighboring countries that have had friction for decades and are already as opposed as fire and water.

Fight together!

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June 1097, the Yan-Ursus Union, jointly resisting the Faction and demons—wild history records it thus.

Before yesterday, whoever at Rhodes Island Company saw such words would let out a hearty sigh.

What a wild history!. jpg

But today, this has indeed become a fact, recorded in the game program's runtime log.

It also gave countless Terra viewers a genuine shock from the Holy Terra Federation,

The original people, the original races, the original nations, the original world.

All that's needed is to add the data from the Holy Terra Federation's past existence, and then add some people recruited from the Holy Terra Federation—thus directly opening up an extraordinarily heretical world line!

In the Ursus Empire's worst badass: the Undead Black Snake, and the extreme‑danger criminal wanted by the Great Yan Si Tai Guard: Wang, two figures who aren't convenient to openly appear in their own countries, yet openly facilitated the union of Yan and Ursus.

Even further—guiding talents gathered from around the world to jointly build civilization's final line of defense.

Of course, the latter mainly relies on the player Aomo.

With the game operator opening the world channel, wanting to gather players scattered worldwide is also quite simple.

Of course, not all players are willing to gather.

For many players, returning to their own hometowns to fight to the last for every blade of grass, every tree, every person and object there is also a natural option, and for such people, Aomo gives up just as readily.

If there were enough time, perhaps he would still think of ways, or persuade, or trick people into coming over.

As long as the other party is sufficiently valuable talent, Wang and Kashena will wholeheartedly assist.

But unfortunately, whether it be demons or the Faction, the speed of their infection and spread only keeps getting faster.

A horde, needs to feed.

Direction, determined by Him.

The body grew stronger.

Speed must be faster.

Intelligence is not required.

Newborns refuse to assimilate.

And the fiends never sleep nor rest.

Assimilation needs only fear.

Monsters are no exception.

Everyone who could foresee this future was racing against time; what Aomo could grasp was only the part he could firmly hold onto. Thus, he continuously assigned others to organize information while issuing new orders, even personally assisting in missions to some remote dangerous places.

This is merely to keep the monster resources that the production team stuffed into the game from being snatched away too much by the demons and the Faction.

This is both a war and can be seen as an RTS match; giant beasts and beast masters are undoubtedly hero units, while monster resources are public assets that must be seized first.

Otherwise, even if not easily assimilated by demons, just feeding the Faction's troop rushes would be enough for them to hide a few 'cows'.

Meanwhile, the players were not idle, especially a few Terra veterans, who directly mentioned a concept that Aomo had never seen on the forum:

Sea of Solaris.

To be honest, although he hadn't seen it on the forum, the word 'Solaris' combined with 'ocean' made him not unfamiliar at all.

Because the Federation indeed had a sci-fi novel written by a time traveler, once wildly popular, titled 《Solaris Star》.

That novel tells of a planet covered by a mysterious ocean, which is actually a lifeform made of gelatin, able to enter the human brain and present the deepest, unknown parts of memory in concrete form before one's eyes.

That novel tells the story of how such an ocean materializes the privacy and dark thoughts in the human brain, forcing them to struggle and choose.

Although it is sci-fi, it does not pursue the mainstream space exploration of the time, but instead explores the philosophical thinking behind humanity's conquest of the universe—this inwardly philosophical work indeed gave Federation sci-fi fans, who already had the tech for space exploration, a new direction.

Aomo is not such an enthusiast, but his middle school was keen on having students subscribe to so-called extracurricular book series.

Leaving aside whether such metrics involve profit-sharing, Aomo indeed flipped through some book titles without refusing, including this one that many people recommend.

As for his feelings after reading it……emmm, he does not recommend it to peers of his age.

In short, it is exactly such a work that is absolutely a childhood insole for young people, and it also let him easily understand the Sea of Solaris spoken of by the Terra populace.

A space transcending the physical universe, an ocean formed from the convergence of countless consciousnesses.

It not only can communicate via source stone as a medium, but is also a region linked to memetic lifeforms like demons that strengthen themselves through cognition.

If one could make use of this, perhaps even attempt to summon all the countless deceased beings together.

Aomo greatly appreciated this proposal, for he also wanted to see Endless War God. jpg.

But he was not optimistic about whether the Rhine Life Production Team had enough resources to cram such an extremely CPU‑intensive thing into a huge, complete game program covering land, sea, and subspace.

So he left it to the players who proposed the idea to tinker with it themselves.

Then, two hours later.

Before the battlefield where demons and the Faction pressed in together, yet occasionally showed small‑scale chaos, he first summoned Ge Liza here, then looked at the released monsters that had been contained and communicated with; the scene was exhilarating and relaxing, making him think this must be the climax battle.

He indeed saw a great descent of spirits like the Endless War God.

Chazuo mixed in among them also had eyes full of flickering spiritual light.

Indeed there is……

Amazed by the images of those various first‑generation appearances, Aomo felt no relief at the absence of Gundam or anything like that; he merely thought the scene truly resembled some ultimate showdown, or some Crown Temple of Time.

It seemed the situation had suddenly become optimistic, so there was no need for him to personally go into battle; although seeing so many monsters and giant beasts present, his hands still itched, giving him the feeling that after passing this village there would be no such shop.

But wasn't Miss Shu saying she could find a way to deal with Yishamala in this game?

Just bear with it for now……

He decided to restrain himself a bit and look for the newborns in this place.