Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"So what trouble has he gotten himself into this time, that he demolished Mansfield Prison?"

"If only it were that simple!"

Kroos said frantically, "He hijacked the prison and then sped through Colombia, drifting, you know? He made the prison drive at high speed and then slide sideways all the way!"

He also broadcast a sonic weapon across the entire spectrum in Colombia, and the ENT and psychiatric wards of hospitals throughout Colombia are already overflowing!

He even revealed his divine identity, plucking a celestial cloud from the sky and then storming headed straight for Trimont, Colombia—you know what's there!

Kal'tsit's expression changed from helplessness at first, to surprise, then to shock, and finally to complete numbness.

After rambling on and on, Kroos was panting as she watched Kal'tsit's dramatic change of expression, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Hey, calm down. You're getting old, you can't afford to have such drastic emotional fluctuations..."

Kal'tsit placed the coffee cup on the desk, and the bulging veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible from the force she used.

"Go and call the Doctor over," Kal'tsit said through gritted teeth.

“I’ve already sent Warfarin to call him; he should be on his way,” Kroos explained.

Before the doctor could arrive, Amiya's somewhat flustered figure appeared at the office door first.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, oh, Kroos is here too."

Amiya saw the two of them and, without even having time to greet them, hurriedly said, "I just suddenly heard Mr. Qi Yan speaking in my ear again, just like... just like last time in Chernobog."

"How can it be!"

Kal'tsit's eyes widened suddenly.

With her knowledge, she naturally understood the situation regarding Qi Yan's declaration last time.

That's a declaration that only comes when a colossus descends into the world or a god is born.

But since Qi Yan had already done it once in Qiecheng, logically speaking, there shouldn't be a second time.

Kal'tsit took two steps forward, grabbed Amiya's shoulders, and said urgently, "What did he say this time? He couldn't possibly say that he's the cutest person in the world, could he?"

Amiya shook her head, her expression strange, and said:

He said that everyone should do what they need to do and not care about him; he was just conducting an experiment.

Then… he proclaimed that the Liberi feather in his hand was the cutest accessory in the world.

Kal'tsit was bewildered.

Footsteps came from outside the office door, and Dr. and Warfarin appeared.

"Let's run away, Kal'tsit."

As soon as he arrived, the doctor blurted out a wicked idea: "If we change the ship's route, the white dog can be found for a year."

Kal'tsit, seeing the Doctor's unserious behavior, was not angry.

"You already have a plan?" Kal'tsit asked.

"There's no plan," the doctor shrugged. "It's just trust in Qi Yan. Although this incident has been a bit exaggerated, Qi Yan isn't a brainless person."

I can already foresee that after the commotion in Colombia, things will quickly return to calm, all parties will turn a deaf ear, and all parties will say that they have kidnapped a large group of people, crying and begging you to send them the coordinates of the ships.

Nothing bad will happen; everyone can go about their business as usual.

Kal'tsit took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and asked again:

“I need a more specific explanation; this is not a trivial matter.”

"I will handle Qi Yan's matter."

The doctor's reply was surprisingly concise, yet conveyed an unquestionable air.

Kal'tsit and the others were all taken aback.

Through the doctor's mask, they saw a calm face, but his eyes concealed some turbulent emotions.

Mansfield Jail, in the control room.

Qi Yan patted his chest with lingering fear, his breathing slightly rapid, and he occasionally let out a burp.

At his feet, Barton lay peacefully foaming at the mouth, having already passed out while Qi Yan was playing background music for himself.

"You almost became a god."

Qi's voice rang in Qi Yan's ears.

"Yes, it was really close. Thanks to your help, you pulled me back at the crucial moment."

Qi Yan chuckled softly and raised his hand to his eyes. In his hand he was holding an exquisite necklace, with Fiameta's feathers hanging quietly on it.

This necklace was carefully made by Qi Lin, and Qi Yan always wears it around her neck, even when she sleeps.

A white wolf shadow materialized beside Qi Yan.

Qi's golden wolf eyes revealed complex, almost human-like emotions as he slowly said:

“I have never seen such a special being as you, whether it is the process of constantly repeating the process of becoming a god and giving up, or arbitrarily granting authority to others, or even... you can grant authority to inanimate objects.”

"It's not as easy as you make it sound."

Qi Yan put the necklace back around her neck, carefully tucked the feather into the innermost part of her clothes, close to her chest, and said:

“I can feel that as I keep coming into contact with that false sky, this land is also constantly extending an invitation to me. After a few more times, I will become a complete part of this land and no longer the stranger you speak of.”

At that time, I might become a god like you, a deity of this land.

"Then why do you still take the risk?"

"Because Qi Lin said she doesn't like me taking away the attention that belongs to me, I have to find a way to counter her power," Qi Yan said with a smile.

Qi's enormous wolf head tilted slightly, as if to remind him:

"Then you can try to take back Qi Lin's authority."

"Let's not even talk about whether that will succeed." Qi Yan shrugged. "It would be too much to ask me to say something as ridiculous as saying that Qi Lin isn't the cutest girl in the world."

Qi revealed a hint of a human smile, then lowered his head and spat out a fist-sized ice ball:

"The leftovers of natural disasters that you just asked me to collect are all here."

How long is the shelf life?

"Twelve hours."

Qi Yan nodded, watching Qi Kaishi's figure gradually disappear, and suddenly spoke:

"After thinking about it these past few days, I have a rough idea that you secretly did something when I left Rhodes Island, so that Amiya was unable to see me off."

Don't do that next time. I'm not as fragile as you think. Doing that will only make people dislike you.

Qi's figure vanished, leaving only a single reply:

"Just a bunch of ordinary people."

Looking at the spot where Qi Yan disappeared, Qi Yan shook his head, leaned back in his chair, stretched, and muttered to himself:

“To you they are just a bunch of mortals, but to me they are rare friends. That idiot Aba Aba is really angry this time, and hasn’t said a word to me yet.”

Chapter 181 is both an honor and a curse.

Qi Yan's mutterings received no response.

He kicked Barton's obese body away, sending him further away to foam at the mouth, and then manipulated the prison to change direction, heading straight for Tremont.

After a moment's thought, Qi Yan picked up the microphone again and turned on the broadcast.

This time, he didn't add background music; he simply released a declaration:

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening to my friends in Colombia. Please don't panic. I'm here just to see a friend.

Ms. Christensen, I am on my way to your Rhine Life headquarters. Please prepare the finest tea for me, thank you.

After setting the declaration to repeat, Qi Yan stopped paying attention to Colombia's reaction and began seriously driving the soon-to-fall-apart prison.

Meanwhile, the Colombian military, led by Blake, is in a state of chaos.

They couldn't help but feel nervous, because all signs indicated that a god had descended upon their country.

Based on the other party's behavior, Blake was not naive enough to believe that the other party had any good intentions.

"Immediately mobilize all troops and the strongest firepower, lock onto the enemy's route of advance, and be ready to provide fire support at any time!"

"Submit an application to the General Staff: Colombia is entering a state of high alert!"

As orders were issued by Blake, the Colombian army began to operate at full capacity, like a sophisticated machine.

At that moment, a soldier ran up to Blake and reported:

"Sir, we have pinpointed their route. They are heading towards Trimont, where we are located."

Additionally, we captured another broadcast from the other side. After frequency analysis, this time it appears to be some kind of declaration, rather than a sonic weapon. Should we accept it?

Blake felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the mental torture he had endured.

He nodded reluctantly, "Received!"

As soon as Blake finished speaking, everyone immediately grabbed something to plug their ears, leaving only Blake and the operator behind.

As Blake watched the operator press the receive button, a fine layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Fortunately, this was really just a simple declaration.

Blake's expression softened slightly, then returned to its solemn state:

"Immediately reconnect me to Rhine Lab's communications!"

A moment later, the communication terminal was handed to Blake. He picked it up, suppressing his anger, and demanded:

“Ms. Christensen, I know you are an elite talent in Columbia’s scientific community, and I have always respected your contributions to Columbia, but this time, you must give us an explanation!”

A calm female voice came from inside the terminal: "Let's talk about it after I survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, a busy tone came from the terminal.

Blake's eyes widened slightly, surprised that the other party, a social elite with some reputation in the scientific research community, would dare to hang up on him, a military call.

Just as Blake was struggling to suppress his anger, another soldier rushed over:

"Sir, this is a call from Vice President Jackson."

Another terminal was handed to Blake.

He quickly composed himself, picked up the terminal, and said, "Mr. Jackson, this is Blake. Please speak."

“I am aware of what has happened, Blake. Your reaction was swift, but please remain calm and do not take any initiative to attack Mansfield Prison.”

An aged voice came from the terminal, speaking slowly and deliberately, which made Blake's expression change slightly.

Blake understood that Jackson's call was an attempt to persuade him to give up resistance and allow the god who had taken over the prison to roam freely in Colombia.

“Sir, I don’t understand. The other party has already barged in front of us and is causing trouble,” Blake said in a deep voice.

"The other party is a god."

"So what if they are gods?" Blake's voice rose slightly involuntarily. "We do need to be wary of that extraordinary power, but we are not powerless to resist it and simply let it run rampant on Colombian soil..."

"Blake, calm down."

Jackson suddenly interrupted Blake's speech: "I'll repeat myself, the other party is a god."

Perhaps it was the success of the Yan Kingdom in killing the gods a thousand years ago that brought the gods down from their pedestals, causing the people of this land to have less reverence for the gods.

But please remember, the devastation suffered by the Yan Kingdom after the slaying of the god was not merely the 'corpses stretching for miles, rivers of blood' briefly mentioned in historical records, but an undeniable decline in national strength that has prevented it from fully recovering over thousands of years.

Blake's facial muscles were tense, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

He had his own pride, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to a strange god trying to trample on Colombia's dignity.

Jackson, seemingly anticipating Blake's reaction, continued on the other end of the line:

"The descent of the gods into Colombia will not bring shame upon Colombia. Do you really want to provoke the gods for the sake of some vague sense of dignity?"

Then you must be prepared for all your soldiers to be trampled into mud by the gods, for the earth to turn to scorched earth, and for the city to become ruins.

Your body will plummet to the bottom of the abyss carved out by the gods, and the gale they casually unleash will send your head to a dead tree several kilometers away. Hanging on the branches, your pupils will gradually dilate, and the last thing you see in your life is the gods slowly turning around and moving on to the next city.

Colombia's counterattack would leave tiny wounds on the body of the god, each wound representing the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.