Arknights' Lock of Heaven

The infected people in the tents in front of them seemed to ignore them, completely oblivious to being watched.

Severin squinted and made a gesture to release an Originium Arts towards a Sarkaz Infected who was facing him.

The other party didn't even blink.

“They can’t see us,” Severin said in a low voice. “Watching the show…that seems to have something to do with the infected in here.”

Andrew nodded upon hearing this; he had a similar guess.

As a businessman, he thought more deeply. How could Rhodes Island, a large external company, possibly provide free aid to a town with no connection to its interests?

But whatever they want, they are the only ones who can save Wolumond right now. Everything else can wait until later; surviving is the most important thing right now.

Everything else can be discussed later.

The so-called "watching the show" may just be a means of demonstrating strength.

Perhaps these Sarkaz, described in legends as incredibly cruel, are the chicken used as a warning to others.

Andrew believed he had made all the necessary preparations.

Whatever Rhodes Island wants from Wolumonde, we're open to discussion!

Once we get through this disaster, we'll see what happens next!

He sat back down on the chair placed next to the tent and invited his companions to sit down as well.

They were instructed not to reveal themselves under any circumstances unless the consultant gave permission.

Since they've gone to such lengths to prepare this 'grand show' for me, I certainly can't let them down.

After all, the future of Wolumonde is now in Rhodes Island's hands.

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Now, the audience is seated and the actors are ready.

Xia Yu gestured to Anto, who understood and entered the tent that served as the stage.

Now, all that's left is for the lead actors to appear on stage.

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Thor, hundreds of meters away, saw Anto walking ahead through his binoculars, with Kevin carrying a medical kit following her into the Sarkaz's tent.

After confirming several times that Anto was indeed treating them, he nodded to Biederman, who was waiting anxiously to the side.

Treating ten Sarkaz one by one would take at least half an hour.

Thor picked up the Originium crystal he had prepared beforehand. The spikes on it had been polished to a very smooth finish, so it was safe as long as the two ends did not pierce his body directly.

He took out the prepared blood bag and placed it on his abdomen, then inserted the Originium Crystal directly into it.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain.

Thor was quite satisfied with his blood-stained coat. He took out another blood bag and put it in his abdomen for later use. Then he held the casting unit in his arms, covered it with his coat, and finally gestured for Biederman to support him.

Seeing Thor's slightly manic gaze, the trembling Biederman pinched his thigh hard, then reached out and supported his shoulder.

The two of them limped toward the camp.

Xia Yu, the director, sat atop a tree, very dissatisfied with their actions.

"Tsk, there aren't any sentries outside, can't you run faster?"

But he couldn't just go down and urge them; he could only watch as they slowly got closer and closer to the camp.

Until they walked into the vast web they had woven for them.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Elson father and son, who were just about to go hunting, bumped into them at the camp gate and ran towards them in alarm.

"Was it attacked by some kind of wild beast?"

"Doctor, where is Dr. Anto?"

Biederman's voice trembled as he struggled to support Thor's body, "There's no time to explain in detail, saving lives is the priority!"

"Yes, yes, save them!"

Without much thought, Elson and his son quickly prepared to help Thor up, as they remembered these two men who often came to the camp to help.

However, Thor was being supported by Biederman with one hand, and he needed to pretend to cover his wound with the other hand to bring the casting unit inside, so he couldn't let them help him.

"You...infected people, don't come any closer!"

Thor pinched him hard on the shoulder, and Biederman remembered the contingency plan he had made.

To avoid being exposed, they could use the excuse of rejecting infected individuals to prevent others from having contact with them.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Elson and his son stopped in their tracks.

Why are you still arguing about these things at a time like this?!

Old Elson, already used to this rejection, reached out and pulled his angry son back.

"Dr. Anto is treating infected patients who arrived yesterday in the central tent."

He then stepped aside and watched the two of them pass by.

Many people actually heard the exclamations from Elson and his son earlier.

Those who were originally going to help also heard the cry, "Infected people, don't come near!"

So after giving them directions, everyone just stood by and watched, and even newcomers who wanted to help were stopped.

After a few whispers, the vast camp watched as Biederman helped the blood-soaked Thor step by step toward Anto's tent.

With each step he took, Biederman's heart grew heavier.

He didn't know if it was psychological, but he always felt that things wouldn't go as smoothly as Thor had planned.

The tent that was getting closer and closer looked more and more like a large net.

We're just waiting for them to walk right into our trap.

"Hey, Thor, I always feel like..."

"Shut up!" Thor whispered sternly in Biederman's ear. "Are you backing out now? We've come this far, you don't think you can turn back now!"

Biederman looked down at Thor, whom he was supporting, and felt a chill run down his spine as he saw Thor's fierce gaze.

Just as Thor said, he shut his mouth.

“This is redemption,” he murmured to himself, “This is atonement…”

"This is to make up for the terrible mistake I made..."

"This is for everyone..."

Thor lowered his head in satisfaction when he saw that Biederman continued to obey him.

"It'll be soon...my plan...soon, I'll be able to save everyone..."

"Right in front of you!"

They walked step by step toward the central tent.

113 Are you worthy?

"doctor!"

A gasp brought the absent-minded doctors and patients in the tent back to reality.

“It’s coming,” Anto gripped the scalpel tightly. “Finally…”

"doctor!"

Ni Yan, sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly touched the hammer handle.

Sarkaz, who was admiring Anto's medical skills, caught this gesture out of the corner of his eye and then subtly made a hand signal to his companion.

The other Sarkaz understood immediately. Although they continued to chat, they all instinctively moved closer to the weapons they had placed within easy reach.

Mudstone never truly trusted Xia Yu. Although she kept her promise and didn't tell her subordinates the truth, she hinted, both openly and subtly, that this trip would be anything but peaceful.

The atmosphere inside the tent changed instantly.

"doctor!"

The audience outside the tent noticed it immediately.

But having already prepared themselves mentally, they remained calm and focused, waiting for this so-called grand spectacle.

Kevin was the only one who was completely oblivious, knowing nothing at all.

Wow.

The tent flap was lifted, and the heavy atmosphere inside instantly reached its peak.

"Doctor, please take a look at Toddler..."

Biederman's voice abruptly stopped.

What he saw were the menacing eyes of ten battle-hardened veterans.