Chapter 1073: NO.196: Snake Snake, yours

NO. 196: Snake Snake, yours

Life is something that easily changes; that is precisely the essence of life.

Constant metabolism, accompanied by cellular renewal and replacement, makes you different from moment to moment.

The lifeforms called the Faction are even more so.

From the very beginning, they were born as lifeforms with the primary function of environmental transformation, and a key trait includes the ability to evolve in sync with environmental development.

Although all life in this world must undergo environmental selection, thereby being forced to master the same ability (failure means death), the Faction's rate of change is clearly enough to leave other organisms in the dust.

Because it is the trace left after being altered by the hands of a prior civilization.

It is pure technology and harsh labor.

For a considerable period of time, those who came into contact with the Faction did not realize what the Faction's abnormality itself signified.

They merely regarded the Faction as monsters.

Exclusion, attack, killing.

The Faction, which changes according to environmental feedback, naturally responded in kind to the treatment they received.

——Humanoid, harmful, nourishment, prey!

The prolonged slaughter between Aogol and the Faction, when they realized the Faction would optimize its genes and life forms due to their attack methods, they increasingly chose simple, brutal cold weapons.

Merely to suppress the opponent's evolutionary opportunity.

Merely wanting to win this war in which both sides have suffered too many casualties, having already tasted both bitter and bad outcomes, a protracted war.

But the result was useless.

A single mistake is not enough to destroy a group, but countless mistakes, big and small, piled up, are enough to make the Faction a calamity that all terrestrial life must face.

Fortunately, the calamities facing terrestrial life are not only the Faction, and those calamities are not united with each other, tightly intertwined.

To be frank, for Aomo, this is not his first time playing this kind of situation.

One super versus many strong is naturally difficult to handle; to break the stalemate, one can only find a way to let the many strong produce a 'hot-blooded combo technique'.

This is certainly the classic hot-blooded approach, but it also means a huge workload.

You should know that classic hot-blooded RPG stories are all built upon the accumulation of countless toilet runs.

However fervent the gathering for the final battle, the early stage of building trust and camaraderie with them is just as troublesome.

This is something Aomo has no time to experience.

Although at first he also thought of leisurely passing the days, truly treating it as an excellent game to play, and also wanting to occasionally check on several girls' situations, to see if there is any meaning in anticipating training.

But from the moment the game started with a transmission to the wasteland, the button named 'Accelerate' was pressed.

And it was pressed several more times.

Among them, it is inseparable from his own unconscious but absolutely inescapable responsibility of pressing down.

The situation also became one super versus many strong, turning into many super versus one strong.

The increase in difficulty is obviously evident; both Wang and Dr. Luo Xia are already busy to the point of being frazzled.

Because they have always been considering how to eke out a sliver of survival from the battle situation, thus they must face a reality as harsh as hell.

But Aomo and Kasheina are different.

The conditions for victory are not limited to frontal confrontation; Wang and Luo Xia are pressured by reality to have no leeway to consider other options, whereas the two of them are not like that.

They have not participated in frontal clashes.

Because they both have experience in taking unconventional paths.

The Undying Black Snake is not adept at frontal confrontation resembling a reenactment of mythic war.

Its ability lies in the hearts of people, among the populace; as the evil god that has long occupied Ursus, it naturally knows how to violate opponents' logic with words and sophistry, seize people's rationality, and compel them not to become hindering petty citizens in this final battle for surface life's survival.

After all, this is a war.

Moreover, it is an exceptionally harsh war.

Yan Guo, however, still manages, given that it has not fought for many years yet is preparing to counter the Sui Pian, so its national strength and armaments can still hold up.

Ursus, however, has long been dragged down by the preceding strategy of exhausting military resources, merely patched together by a group of politicians to conceal the internal deficit of this colossus.

Although the upper echelons now must finally admit to allies, having obtained dozens of supply lines transported by Great Yan at some cost……

That merely alleviates a few urgent needs.

Small-scale campaigns can still conceal the issue, but once full-scale war erupts, the imperial populace in the rear will suffer immensely.

By then, even if remedial measures are taken, problems of implementation and coordination will inevitably lead to protests and unrestrained media coverage.

By then, even cutting off the propaganda outlets would be meaningless, but in fact there is no need to do so.

Because this problem is precisely the domain in which the evil god excels.

Formerly, it had countless times hidden behind the scenes, masquerading on the surface, manipulating people's hearts to steer Ursus's situation; even now, it remains the same.

It summons war fervor, awakens the people's fighting spirit, and by distorting national psychology makes all the empire's gears run at full speed without any hindrance.

That is the Undying Black Snake, injecting toxic blood into the empire's heart, causing it to burst forth with eerie vitality.

Although there is also a certain red dragon and a big rabbit running around Ursus, attempting to strive in the same direction with a more inefficient, more natural approach, their performance looks like nothing more than a control group destined to be abandoned.

They even lack the qualification, and cannot deny reality by running over to obstruct themselves.

This, however, makes Kasheina smile with satisfaction; she did not expect to be able to overcome that little guy again in such a place.

Although this has drawn many unfriendly glances from frontline personnel, even quite a few from the Yan side of the alliance.

But she apparently does not care.

As long as the result is right, she has ensured that Ursus's rear will not collapse immediately upon full-scale war; although this is not the scene she originally hoped for, yet in creating the present scene of countless tanks advancing, countless internal guards lining up, and even the few but still existing Wendigo squads deploying together……

She still cannot help but gaze upward for a long time.

In a daze, she sees those years that are especially radiant to it.

And when their backs, having all rushed to the battlefield, gradually fade and disappear, she then looks at the phone handed over by the exiles from Columbia.

On top of that, a note named Aomo Lindun sent a message.

He said:

【Take it down!】

No need for extra explanation; even if she was merely standing at a sparsely populated outpost, she could see a Ursus soldier not far off charging toward the other soldiers on guard.

This is a violation of discipline… Normally, she wouldn't mind pinning on her relatively meaningless medal to give these soldiers, who temporarily can't be killed, a little education.

But now, he was frantically waving his arms, and the content of his loud shouts was quite interesting, prompting her to walk toward the vehicle that would pick her up after hearing it.

The soldier said:

"Faction has defected! Faction has defected!"

"They are all attacking the demons!!!"