The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

The man in the Ark is a blood demon scientist. Author: Bei Wangyue

Summary:

(Arknights fan fiction)

As a hated Sarkaz blood demon, Akado's image in the eyes of the world should be a stereotyped "bloody war fanatic".

In fact, Akado successfully broke the public's inherent impression of the blood demon...

Mel: This is our director of engineering. Uh, our colleagues like to call him "Pilot".

Saria: Although it's a little strange, the title of "Bloodhound" is the most suitable for him.

Muirseth: Prank? Throwing paint won't work! What's the metabolism principle of this guy's skin... Let's just call him "The Fader"!

Mastema: It is hard to imagine that there would be a blood demon, a scientist at that, who could recite the Lateran scriptures so skillfully, and even his understanding of the doctrines is no less than that of the priests in the cathedral.

Magellan: He always likes to go out on scientific expeditions alone. Sometimes he is very indifferent, and sometimes he is very arrogant, like a predator far away from the tribe... "Sekiro"?

Dorothy: Strange Originium skills, the ability to heal injuries almost exceeds the scope of scientific understanding. Perhaps this is what is called "immortality".

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000. Preface: Your daughter, I will raise her

The dilapidated Lateran Cathedral.

Next to the cracked bricks covered with moss was parked an Originium-powered vehicle with the Rhine Life logo printed on it.

Several abandoned bird nests were placed horizontally in the broken and faded stained glass windows.

Under the broken dome, the face of the statue had long been blurred due to being washed by rain.

A pale-skinned Sarkaz man paced on the pulpit of the church, holding a Lateran canon and reciting his favorite passages with emotion.

"The devil took him up to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. And he said to him, 'All these I will give you if you will fall down and worship me'..."

Outside the church is an endless grassland.

The arm-length green grass swayed in the breeze, like a green ocean.

There is a small mound of earth in the deserted courtyard of the church.

The girl from Liberia with short black hair squatted beside the mound of earth and struggled to bury a slab of stone into it.

It reads: [Tomb of Lieutenant Pio Silva, a true Bolivarian soldier].

Sarkaz walked out of the church at some point and stood behind the girl, watching her silently as she finished everything.

The girl was so tired that she was gasping for breath. Her body was covered in mud and her hands were dirty.

Sarkaz read her name, "Lafiela Silva."

The girl suddenly looked up, her big dark eyes dodgedly looking at the Sarkaz, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Acardo, what's the matter?"

"Before he died, your father hoped that I would send you to his comrade-in-arms, Pancho Salas, to be raised by him."

La Fiela lowered her head, "But... you won't accept that, right?"

"I paid a lot of money to hire him as a guide to help me complete the geological exploration project..." Accardo squatted down and looked at La Fiela, his tone calm, "Then, he actually tried to use me to fight against the Bolivarian government, and even... tried to use me as an axis to drag down the entire Rhine Life - I planned for this trip for five months - during this time, I had to run around in various laboratories in Colombia every day to 'exchange' experimental data. But all of this was ruined by your father."

"So I watched him being killed by the enemy without providing any assistance," Akado stated the facts coldly, "but no one came to compensate for the loss I suffered."

Sarkaz put the canon on the ground, slowly stretched out his pale hand, and placed it in front of the girl. "Then, Miss La Fiela, as the daughter of Lieutenant Silva and the apple of the eye of the Bolivarian Army, please think carefully and put yourself in my shoes. What means should I use to protect my own interests?"

The Liberi girl looked at Acardo and her body trembled unconsciously.

There was no doubt that the tall Sarkaz man in front of him had a very handsome face. No matter which city-state he was in, he could be called an absolutely handsome man. However, his pale skin, long pointed ears, and scarlet eyes all revealed his identity - the Blood Demon.

Military life taught Rafiela to be strong and brave.

She looked at Acardo with tearful eyes and trembling, "I, I can..."

The girl experienced great difficulty in speaking every word - she knew what she was saying. She was selling herself to the blood demon in front of her to repay the "debt" left by her father.

The dark future seems to be just around the corner.

Akado smacked his lips impatiently, "Boring."

He stood up, looked down at the girl indifferently, and finished the rest of her words for her, "From now on, you are my personal property, do you understand?"

"..." The girl lowered her head and promised silently.

Accardo picked up Rafiela, his expression full of disgust, "This is an absolutely unequal transaction - you are far less valuable than those precious exploration data, and I don't know what the point of picking you up is..."

"Be thankful. If it weren't too much trouble for me to go to your rebel camp to collect the debt, you wouldn't be qualified to negotiate with me."

"From now on, forget your last name and use your first name less often. I get angry when I think of that bastard who ruined my entire project... Just call me..." Akado looked at the scripture in his hand. There was a quill between the pages as a bookmark. "Quill, from now on you will be called Quill, understand?"

Under the blue sky, the blood demon from the Rhine Life took away the daughter of a Bolivarian soldier.

It was not until many years later that Quill realized that he was actually adopted.

That cold appearance, engraved with countless horror legends, still retains a bit of kindness.

001. You can also call me Bloodhound

Terran calendar, year 1094.

Yan State, Longmen.

A rare storm hit the mobile city-state as it passed by the coastline.

In the night, there were dark clouds covering the sky, accompanied by a sudden thunder, as if the valve of a reservoir in the clouds was opened, and a waterfall swirled down in the sky.

Heavy rain swept towards the tall buildings.

The neon lights reflect dazzling and mottled light in the endless water curtain.

On the highway, hundreds of vehicles blocked the entire road.

The shrill sound of car horns, coupled with the rumbling thunder in the sky, seemed unbearable and noisy.

A Luper man with gray hair and yellow eyes sat in the driver's seat, holding a lit cigar and slapping the steering wheel angrily.

His eyes were filled with anxiety.

In the passenger seat, a man wearing sunglasses took a deep breath and said, "Gambino, calm down. That monster can't catch us in this weather."

"Calm down? How can I calm down?!" Lupert, who was called Gambino, growled impatiently, "Capone...that monster, he chased us all the way through the wilderness and killed all our men, forcing us to use the lady's warrant like stray dogs and enter the Dragon Gate to save our lives!"

"This is Longmen. He won't dare to make a big move here," Capone whispered.

"Damn, my hands are shaking. It's so cold in this damn weather," Gambino scratched the hair on the back of his head. He shivered violently, not knowing whether it was because of the sudden drop in temperature or because of the fear in his heart.

Gambino suddenly turned his head to look at his partner, "Do you think the Sarkaz, especially the notorious Blood Demon, will care about the laws of the Dragon Gate?"

Capone's hand froze as he fiddled with the crossbow. He felt a chill running through his heart. "No... I don't think so."

Heavy rain hit the car windows and the road, breaking into countless tiny water droplets that filled the air and formed a thick white mist.

The car suddenly fell into silence, with only the friction sound of the wipers wiping the water making "clang, clang" sounds.

The crackling sound of a burning cigar could be faintly heard.

The two people in the car widened their eyes, held their breath, and sat there like wax figures, not daring to move.

In the mist, there was a vague figure, walking through the traffic, step by step towards the Originium-driven car where they were.

*

The Sarkaz, a notorious nation.

They have innate strong physiques, ancient witchcraft passed down from generation to generation, and a talent for casting spells that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. They are full of martial virtues. But what is most widely spread and hated by the world is the Sarkaz mercenaries who burn, kill, plunder, and do all kinds of evil, as well as the mineral disease that spreads among most Sarkaz people.

The Blood Demon is the most notorious and demonized branch of the Sakazi, and is a frequent character in folk horror stories.

Blood demons feed on blood, or rather, they have a special craze and addiction to blood. The natural restrictions on food result in the entire race having excellent physical fitness and spellcasting abilities.

In addition, the blood demons are almost not good at suppressing their bloodthirsty instincts... This has led to widespread rumors such as "If you don't listen, the blood demons will capture you and eat you", "If children don't go home at night, they will be captured by the blood demons and sucked dry of all their blood!"

As a pure-blooded blood demon, Akado can guarantee that the above are not rumors.

Four armored vehicles from the Longmen Guards were blocked at the exit of the highway, checking each passing vehicle one by one, and only allowing them to leave after confirming that they were not carrying any prohibited equipment. Sometimes it would take several minutes for a car to leave.

No wonder the entire road was blocked on such a rainy night.

The incandescent car lights illuminate the cold and dark rainy night.

The heavy rain fell on the road full of puddles, creating countless ripples.

A girl with long dark blue hair tied into a ponytail got out of the car and stood in the heavy rain holding two scabbard swords. A tall female ghost followed behind her, holding a large black umbrella.

A fine stream of water falls along the edge of the umbrella and blends into the inky night.

Right in front of them, a dark yellow figure slowly emerged, bathing in a waterfall-like curtain of water.

"Welcome to Longmen, Dr. Acardo of Rhine Life," Chen Huijie suppressed his psychological discomfort, loosened his right hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and stepped forward to shake hands with him.

"Hello, Senior Superintendent of the Longmen Guard Bureau," Chen Huijie responded with a calm greeting, and then went straight to the point, "When will those Syracuse people who stole my experimental equipment be arrested?"

"Tonight, Dr. Accardo, you can go back and rest first," said the ghost woman holding an umbrella.

"Too slow," Akado shook his head, "Those instruments are related to all my future activities in Longmen..."

He changed the subject and said, "I think that the Longmen Police Chief may not be able to enter the blocked highway in person due to legal provisions and forcibly hunt down the gang members from Syracuse on the premise that the personal safety of Longmen citizens may be endangered."

The dark yellow figure walked into the field of the car's headlights, and the strong light allowed the two police superintendents to see his attire clearly.

The whole body is covered with brown and dark yellow metal armor.

Rain water dripped down the disc-shaped top of the helmet, soaking the fur scarf that decorated the back of the neck.

He wore a gas mask on his face, with two thick and long black hoses inserted into the filter, connected to the yellow paint water tank installed on his side.

A scarlet light could be vaguely seen through the fist-sized round lens.

Accardo crossed the cordon and headed straight for the blocked highway.

"I just want to take back what belongs to me. I hope you two won't stop me."

Chen Huijie frowned and was about to step forward to scold him to stop him, but then her body froze in place.

"Lao Chen?!" her partner asked her puzzledly.

"Huh..." Chen Huijie clenched her fists. She looked into the distance with a look of resolute anger - vaguely visible were several figures wearing raincoats.

"Let him in," Chen Huijie said with a cold face. He took out the communicator and asked the police officer in charge of stopping cars in the front to let Accardo pass.

......

A quiet and cold rainy night.

The footsteps gradually approached from the silence and became clearer.

pat, pat.

Like rain hitting the car window.

Boots treading on the watery ground...

pat, pat.

Like the croaking of crows.

Scarlet eyes scanned the slow-moving traffic.

Leaving the silence behind and stepping into the world of noise, he whispered, "All-Father grant me sight."

A faint light shone on the lens in front of my eyes:

[Voice recognition passed, started——

Tracking device: Eye of God. 】