The "Architected Lake" federal temporary military base, "battle command center", and underground "temporary prison".

In this prison where there were less than two months of construction, many lost and semi-lost prisoners were imprisoned, Yaroslav pressed the "master's gun" at his waist, accompanied by Oleg, the deputy commander-in-chief, and quickly walked through the wet, cold, bloody and foul smell of smell.

It is narrow and dim, and the only light source is the old-style gas lamp connected by winding metal pipes, with very unstable light.

Due to the fierce offensive momentum of the Federation a few days ago, there was not enough manpower here, no one cleaned it for a while, the ground was covered with sticky things, and many small creatures were also shuttled through it.

Fortunately, federal army commanders like Yaroslav were tempered from battles. In most arduous wars many years ago, the conditions were much worse than this, and naturally they would not cause any trouble to him.

In addition, he ordered the suspension of the offense in the past few days, and the battlefield situation of the "Artificial Lake" has once again returned to a strange quiet and peaceful state. The federal [Soldiers] who returned to the "temporary prison" are also trying their best to restore order and cleanliness.

After a quick step through a period of depression and noisy space, Yaroslav came to the end of the next time the "temporary prison". This place is not as huge and complex as the famous Senar Prison in the capital Binglin City, under the simplicity of conditions, he only saw a thick and solid iron gate in front of him.

This seemed to be removed from an abandoned bank in a city under federal jurisdiction. It was a mobile phone that looked like a rudder. The painted part that fell off the surface did not have time to repaint it, but a small metal sign with the words "Important Personnel Inquiry Room" was pasted.

As soon as Yaroslav arrived, the two fully armed federal warriors who were guarding the door respectfully and quickly saluted him and Oleg behind him. Then, the two worked together, one turned the heavy handle and the other inserted the key. After about 15 seconds of complicated operation, the door was opened.

Walking into the room that seemed much wider than outside, Yaroslav waved his hands to the three of them. After Oleg, who understood the intention, answered "Yes" loudly, he with the Federation [Warrior] and exited the room and closed the door again.

After seeing that there were only Sofia who was originally here in the room, Yaroslav walked to the center of the room with a serious expression and looked at a lost boy who had been tortured for a long time.

The boy looked about twelve years old, with dark red hair and a mixed-race style of Cruzde and Putoya. His eyes were red and black, covered with bloodshot. He should have been very creepy, but when he looked closely, his eyes were dull and his expression was frozen, and he seemed to have been tortured here for a long time.

He wore a black windbreaker wearing a hooded hood. His style and some dark lines embroidered with patterns were somewhat old imperial court style, but it seemed to be the desolate contamination of the extreme cold zone and the encounter in the "temporary prison", which made the clothes look particularly simple and dilapidated. Even the only blood-red turtle-collar cloak with a little noble atmosphere was torn off and thrown under his feet.

In addition to the various tiny and incurable wounds on his face, as well as scabs and long-sized blood stains, there were several blood-red marks under the broken clothes on the boy's chest and back, and a mixture of blood and red "burning liquid" oozing slightly, which seemed particularly terrifying.

Staring and observing the boy in front of him carefully, Yaroslav asked with his back to Sophia:

"Is he you...and the so-called thiefs of Oleg's men?"

"Yes, not." Sophia stood up, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and replied.

"How do you say it?" Yaroslav asked.

"There are indeed many lost people who sneaked into this place from the 'Chao Group' and 'Enlightenment Cult' camps during this period. You said before that the two sides had a high intensity of war. I temporarily asked me to stay in the camp to be responsible for the safety of the hidden location..." Sofia walked to Yaroslav, suppressed her emotions, and responded with a choking feeling:

"So, we caught more than a dozen bad losers. Most of them were forced to sneak into us because of hunger, but they didn't want to fall, so they stole a lot of military cans. Most of the lost people were locked up on it, but only he, the former subordinate of the "Feng Mine", the loser of the blood clan, Miren, was ordered by Oleg, and tortured for almost half a month.

"Grandpa, he has worked for Brother Feng Mining for many years, and is very familiar with the matter of Xinfeng Town, even the information inside the "Order Club". I don't know... I don't know why Oleg and the others hated Mirren so deeply. If... If I hadn't accidentally discovered him and reported to you two days ago, we would have never had the chance to see him again."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sophia." Yaroslav sighed and continued:

"I know that you and the 'Feng Mining' have some kind of emotion that transcends the leader and subordinates. The relationship between the lost people's organizations is actually closer than that of humans. If the struggle between the 'Vikings' and the sect of Vasily behind Moron will not stop, those people's hatred for the 'order' and even all the lost people will not disappear.

"In other words, reconciliation will not come, and war will not stop. This time, Lord Vasily asked me to walk out of the small duty room in the capital and come to the Extreme Cold Special Zone and the "Artificial Lake" as the commander-in-chief of the battle in order to restrain the "Viking factions" people, including Gnati and Oleg.

"Sofia, I know you are very sad, but there are some things that you and I can't decide, of course, except death. Now, only by completely abandoning past emotions and following your tasks and missions can you truly get... salvation and hope."

"I don't understand, what should I do?" Sophia asked with tears in her eyes.

"Forget the emotions with him, Mirren, treat him as an enemy, and really interrogate him. Tell him that only by using information can we exchange for the opportunity to survive. Look, the Olegs's men are doing it really well. There is a bag of animal blood bags on your desk. Sophia, go and feed Mirren, let him wake up and answer our questions." Yaroslav pointed to the iron table behind him and urged.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Soon, under the influence of the strong fishy smell and the "sweet" food fragrance, a strong red blaze flashed through Mirren's eyes, and then slowly turned into a normal brown color.

His consciousness gradually returned to the clear and clear mind. With the surge of magic power exclusively to the blood clan, the surface of his body was covered with a layer of geometric patterns that roughly looked similar to the sunflower and the "Pentament", as well as a faint blood mist.

A few seconds later, the pattern disappeared, the blood mist disappeared, and it was poured into his body. After a few wounds were simply repaired, a rapid breathing sound passed, and a violent cough sound came from Miren's throat.

"Am I... still alive?" Mirren asked in a weak, hoarse voice.

He slowly looked up, his vision gradually moved from blur to clear. After seeing Sophia's familiar appearance, he felt a little relieved.

"Of course you are alive, Mirren." Sophia walked forward with concern, hugged Mirren's head, stroked his red hair, and comforted him.

"Sophia...huh, I finally... finally saw you again." Miren choked and almost cried.

The torture of the past half month did not make him surrender to the Federation at all. Even the soldering irons and motors, hunger and whipping did not shake his spirit and thinking. Only when he met Sophia, the second most intimate girl with "Feng Mining", he seemed to have seen his relatives and could no longer suppress his emotions.

However, Yaroslav did not give them more time to reunite. Instead, he stepped forward and pushed Sofia away "roughly" and took out his gun to press against Miren's almost dislocated chin, tilted his head and scolded Sofia:

"Federal scientist Rukinozki said that after becoming a lost person, the emotions belonging to human beings will fade rapidly. Sophia, you must remember that since you have chosen the Federation and choose to become a soldier and [warrior], you must have the will of steel.

"To treat the enemy, you must burn it with fire, and to treat comrades, you must give gentleness and care. I have asked you to feed him blood, which triggered the "blood rejuvenation" to restore life. This is an exceptional mercy. You must know that the [warriors] have all faced death, lost their relatives, and the war never stopped, so the peace and care of Cruzder will not come."

"Hmph, hypocrisy." Miren struggled to look up and spitted.

"Hypocritical? Not." Yaroslav retracted his gun, faced Miren, held up his chin with one hand and asked:

"The 'Vikings', or Oleg's gang, are really hypocritical. Of course, there are more hypocritical Madonna than them. In just a few days since the war started, 300 howitzers, 15 Hyacinths, 25 Crowns, 55 Tulips, 170 Red Rose, and more than 1,000 Violets were sent to the enemy, that is, you lost. In terms of hypocrisy, the 'Holy Mother' is the real hypocrisy."

"What is the purpose of you... arresting Sophia and imprisoning me here? I think you must be talking about some conditions if you don't destroy me, right?" Mirren didn't care about the list listed by Yaroslav and said bluntly.

"Of course. You sneak into the 'temporary military base' and neither assassinate nor steal. Isn't it just for the purpose of discussing cooperation? Tell me, how much do you know about the 'chaotic group' and the 'deep ruins'?" Yaroslav said in a deep voice:

"As long as your information is beneficial to the battle situation and to the 'Global Energy Evolution Station' plan, I will consider sending you back to the capital and living with your...friend Sophia and those of the 'Order Club'. It is an opportunity to survive for you, and for me, an assessment for you."

"I understand." Miren smiled contemptuously, glanced at Yaroslav and Sofia, sighed slightly, and replied:

"Do you want to first understand the 'Crash Group', 'Order'? Or the 'Wind Mines' that have been transformed into the terrifying monster 'Pramini' by 'Poems of Chaos'? Or the old Empire technology and 'Arestrained chips' in the 'Deep Relics'? Or the 'Ivan Twenty-Two' that may be about to be resurrected, and the 'Dragon Realm' that connects the great technological product of the Cruzed Empire in the 'lowest bottom'?
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