Arknights Integration Fire

There is no one of the best Ark fanfics I have ever read (i. E. Jin Wu Na Ben Ben Bibi, but the author of that book has been wandering between eunuchs and Yue Geng) The author is really particular about people, and he examines the timeline and event lines almost according to the standards of writing high-quality historical articles! The whole book so far (for me personally) has a harmonious transition, clear goals and clear main lines, but I hope the author can grasp the multiple threads... The main characters are quite three-dimensional, and some are even plump (I even turned a fan of Sister Tazi). Mentality changes and psychological descriptions are natural, and! The final effect of some passages about wanting to drive but not daring to drive is so sweet! Really, the emotional line of this book can beat those embarrassing books! ! It's not that it's delicate, but it's more natural. It's a pity that the subject matter is niche, and the wine is also afraid of deep alleys A few other things I don't like, one is the quotation marks when the characters speak, although I am used to it, but it is still awkward... The second is the title of the book is a bit discouraging, just like the author himself complained that it is too vulgar, I did not click on the title three times, and almost missed this good book... It is recommended to delete the prefix, as long as there are the words "Arknights" in the introduction, it can be searched, and finally it is updated... It's really not enough... After reading it I regret that I didn't discover this book earlier (it's so good), and I regret that I didn't discover this book too late (it's too little). But for the quality of the work, I still have no objection. Take your time, and avoid being backstabbed by YJ (to be honest, it doesn't matter if the author really writes some of his own settings and plots and gets backstabbed. Anyway, he is a fan, and I believe in your quality) This book is really a rare fan in this circle. I really want to brag about it for a while, but I really can't speak, so I'll call the author nb.

After reading it for a long time, I still couldn't help but read it. This is really the best-written Ark fanfic in my opinion. It's so good that I'm currently stuck in a book shortage because I haven't found another fanfic of the same level... Although the update is a bit slow, the author's level of research is very admirable, and he really pays attention to people. With this kind of writing method that has to examine every corner, it is completely understandable to write slower. Rather, in order to ensure quality, it is completely acceptable to write slower even if it is 🙏 (And the author can insist on updating while taking into account academic research, which is too strong! As a graduate student, holding two group meetings can make me so tired that I wish I could coma for a whole day orz)

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The Integration Movement could have become the second Rhodes Island, but the fruits of the Integration Movement were stolen by Black Snake. The Integration Movement in the game is really disappointing, especially the Phantom Crossbowman, the Snow Monster Team Shield Guard, Faust, Froststar and Patriot. I am very touched by them all.

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I just watched the plot analysis of Yang Yan's "The Pigeon of the Moon" by Yang Yan from station B, and it killed my brain cells. It turns out that Hai Hei has such a big background. I really can't believe that unless the deus ex machina and Hai Hei internally collapse, how can humans solve this problem of Hai Hei 😥😥😥

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Now I see that the author used the Cthulhu mythology to fit the world view of Ark. The writing is very good, but I think if it is written like this, then it should not be Cthulhu who fights with the deep sea hunters to the point of losing both sides. The strength of the two is not on the same level. I think it is more likely to be the FW daughter of Mr. Ke

Originally I just came here with the attitude of giving it a try (after all, there are very few good writings by game fans), but after reading most of them at once, I felt that the author's writing was sincere and good. (Compared to other authors, it has a lot less of a two-dimensional flavor. The supporting characters are not just tools or familiar faces. Each supporting character can enrich the world view. The key is that the author is quite humorous and often intersperses hidden jokes and things that I can't understand but are quite interesting. Interesting sentence, but I don't know why the performance data is not very good, why?) I used to skip the plot directly when playing the level, so when I saw the integration cadre, I just felt a headache (I was obsessed with the level). After reading the author's book, I turned out the plot and read it again. . . . . . I can only say that I have a lot of emotions. When I first played it, I never found the main plot line to be so heavy. From the first encounter with the Kingslayer to the death of Froststar in battle and becoming an honorary operator, I realized that the Integration Movement was not just terrorists and anti-social elements (at least not in its original intention). However, under numerous changes, the cadres in the game stepped into the abyss step by step, and the outcome of the Integration Movement was probably towards destruction (but I don't know if Eagle Horn will go crazy later). Finally, I hope that the author's Yelena, Tallulah, Alex, Misha, Bodracasti, Alina and others can have a good ending (so can we let them appear more often? I really like the plots related to them, but if it is not possible, I can make a spin-off without affecting the outline). I wish the author success in his studies and a happy life (to facilitate better updates).

Miller was born in a village community in Ursus. On the day of his birth, the snow that had been falling for a long time since early autumn rarely stopped for a day. Because of the cold weather, everyone in the village is used to wrapping their heads and faces with cotton cloth. Some films may not adapt to this habit because their ears are too long. But Miller has the same pair of bear ears as his father, and there's nothing better than wrapping yourself up on a snowy winter day. The life in the village is not bad, but Miller doesn't know what a good life is. His favorite thing since he was a child was to go hunting in the mountains and forests with his father in summer and autumn. Every time he hit a prey, the family could eat meat for several days. The father was always holding the bow in the back, and Miller was in front happily driving the prey towards his father. And Elafia, a child born in the spring when Miller was two years old. Miller particularly liked her antlers. Maybe he had some other feelings when he was young? Miller doesn't remember. But he probably wasn't aware of this at that time. Every spring, Miller would spend half a month looking for the flowers that carefully bloomed among the trees, weaving them into garlands and wearing them on Elafia's horns. I heard from the elders that the day she was born happened to be the day when the first flower of spring bloomed. . . Or is it the day of sowing? The memory is a little fuzzy, but the smiling face under the wreath remains fresh in Miller's memory. ———————————————— It was a dark night, with even the stars refusing to shed their light. The pickets are coming. Holding a rusty scimitar and a blazing torch. The father died in front of Miller with open arms. He wanted to protect the child behind him, but he couldn't. Miller wanted to protect Elafia behind him, but he couldn't either. Listening to the pickets holding knives talking loudly about "mines" and "infected people", rough laughter broke out from time to time. There was only a blank in Miller's mind. He didn't know what the words meant, and he didn't know who these people were or what they were here for. But just as a natural disaster won't argue with you on the ground, pickets won't care about the blood beneath their feet when they destroy a village. Just like the passing of a natural disaster, leaving only a mess and the remains of the old life in memory. ———————————————— When he was 14 years old, he contracted ore disease in the mine. On the way to the mine, people often collapsed on the side of the road while walking, because of cold and hunger. But Miller survived. Compared to those bodies that fell in the mines, on the road, and fell under the whip of the overseer, who were so skinny that they were not even eaten by beasts of burden, he could even be said to have lived a good life. During the break of mining, he heard that Elafia had escaped, "It's normal, she is so small, it's normal for her to escape." However, he himself still stayed on this tundra covered in Origin Stones. The only things he faced every day were the highly poisonous Origin Stones that he couldn't escape, the overseer's whip that couldn't be avoided, and the rye bread mixed with bran and sand that couldn't be avoided. He heard some scavengers who were captured from outside say how about an army outside that would rescue the infected, but tomorrow was not even brighter because of this rumored army. Reality is still immersed in the cold light of the Origin Stone reflecting the white snow. The turban he had worn since childhood was also in disrepair. Those scavengers who talked about the "army" were reported within two days. The supervisor seemed to want to exercise his health. He asked all the miners to gather, and then whipped those people to death at the door of the barracks. He also whipped the person who reported the report because he "reported on his companions, cunning and unloyal." And the person who reported the report relied on this "credit" to take two extra pieces of bread from the cook's hand when making meals. Because he had a bad stomach in the past two days, he knew that eating snow could not solve the body's dehydration symptoms. If he wanted to survive, he had to eat and drink hot soup. But he died anyway, because the overseer cut his neck out because he was worried that his illness would affect others. Before he died, he still had half a loaf of bread hidden in his arms that he was reluctant to eat - which was later divided equally between the two miners who were collecting the body. Miller thought that if he wanted to change all this, he could only rely on himself. The dark-glossy Origin Stone on the surface of his skin not only brought tingling pain and numbness deep into his organs, but also gave him unprecedented strength and endurance. After two years of hard work and forbearance, his body became taller and taller, and he was gradually no longer able to stand out from everyone. "But so what," Miller said to himself, looking at the workers around him who were so numb that they couldn't even feel the pain, the infected people who were living in misery. "I won't let anyone fall in front of me again." Because humans shouldn't live like this! ———————————————— On the vast tundra, he saw the rumored army. In the roaring cold wind, the guerrillas gained an additional shield guard. ———————————————— The promotion rules of the guerrillas are cruel. Miller follows the patriots and constantly walks on this land, doing his best to save and help those infected who are imprisoned by the pickets. He had seen the cold disaster in the North Plains, and his shield had been replaced by three pieces. He had fought against demons in the frozen soil, and the Origin Stone had pierced his eyes. He had faced thousands of pickets, and the helmet he had barely repaired with sheet metal was completely damaged. He once supported the bombardment of the Harbinger drone on his back, and the blood soaked the piece of childhood scarf hidden on his chest. Later, because the blood was caked on it, it could not be debrided, and it was thrown away by the military doctor during treatment. Along the way, there wasn't much he could do except face disasters and use his body and shield to block his teammates. Promotion is often just about survival. The captain who trained him and taught him how to hold a shield died. The infected worker who escaped from the mine with him died. The Sakaz archer who usually chatted and went hunting together died. Patriot General, dead. Everything in this world, except that Originium disease will continue to worsen and time will not stop, seems to be an unpredictable accident. But he still has the shield in his hand. But he still has the shield in his hand! "I can always stop something." Miller touched the Origin Stone on his face, and the rough edges that pierced the skin made his palms hurt. For some reason, what came to Miller's mind right now was his father's smiling face. . . And his back in front of him in the fire. "I will definitely stop it... Just with the shield in my hand!" In front of him was the Ursus army that came to encircle Chernobog. Miller watched their forwards loading the spears in their hands one by one. Behind him were almost all the members of the team who were injured. A warlock, she came from Veselheim in Leitania. Six years ago, she was rejected by the lord because of her Originium skills, so she had to drop out of school. She followed a mercenary all the way to Ursus. It turned out that she was a member of the Yeti team, and she was placed here after surviving. Four lightly armored guards, they came from a mine in Ursus that was rescued by the guerrillas. They were young, but too young. They were originally underage. Even though they had joined the guerrillas, it was less than two years. Now that they can hold the handle of a knife, they can already be called brave. The last one is a Sarkaz warrior who insists on calling himself Wolverine. This guy has always been generous, so don't worry too much about him. Ignore the bodies lying along the way. He is now the only shield guard in this group. Speechlessly, Miller stood up. Familiar lowered his mask and raised his shield again. Facing the smoke not far ahead. "O death! Charge at me! Cross me!"

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Why is your black light so weak? Even the weakest pathogen can be fearless of ordinary heat and cold weapons. It has mobility and reflexes that transcend biological categories. It can also glide over long distances and run on 90-degree floors. It has nearly unlimited physical stamina. It is comparable to the strength of the normal Hulk. It also has mimic body weapons to control other low-level infected people. Can Tallulah completely catch the arrow when she is shot? It gives people the feeling that they have power but don't use it. It just feels like playing. It's so frustrating to watch.

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It's so messed up, I think the eunuch can say it clearly and just issue a statement. I promised never to be an eunuch at first, but now it seems that he is just letting it go. People's creative passion has a time limit. The longer it goes on, the longer it goes. It's been almost a year and I haven't even heard a word. I can already tell what will happen next with my head, so I feel comfortable giving up. Book friends who are still looking forward to it can just wait. No one will say a word while waiting. The more they wait, the more silent they become. After a few years, I will search for the book title again. I guess it will still be the same. Goodbye😘.

Tallulah will have to go to the island before this book is finished🙏🏻🙏🏻

Can there be two more chapters after Tallulah arrives on the island🥺

Author, are you still alive? If you are alive, please send us a message or send us a message Then we can feel at ease.

Can the author be resurrected? Support Sister Tazi's landing As the author, you don't want Sister Tazi to be hung in the sky as a satellite, right?🤓

Let me go, it's been half a year, more than 230 days, can you resume the update? I feel like watching Chen very much