Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

When the wounds accumulate to a certain extent, even gods will be defeated. I also believe in Columbia's power; gods are not invincible... but Columbia cannot stop the gods from leaving.

A hundred years later, or a thousand years later, when His wounds have healed, He will descend once more and bring a new wave of death upon Colombia.

The future described by Jackson suffocated Blake.

Inside the terminal, Jackson's voice seemed like a cold wind from a distant horizon, blowing into Blake's heart:

"Killing a god is both an honor and a curse. Don't let Colombia become the next Yan Kingdom."

The communication was disconnected again.

Jackson seemed to have truly handed the choice entirely over to Blake, without asking what Blake was thinking at that moment.

Blake's face contorted, and he could no longer maintain his composure; even his breathing became rapid.

Just as Blake was caught in a dilemma, a soldier suddenly whispered a report to him:

"Sir, Mansfield Prison has made a detour to avoid a village in the wilderness."

Blake turned to look at him, his eyes seeming to hold something terrifying, causing the soldier to look directly at him and quietly lower his head.

Blake could tell what motivated the soldier to be so eager to report the news.

He wanted to tell himself that the god was not bloodthirsty, and might not even be considered malicious.

He wanted to tell himself not to wage war against the gods.

Blake suddenly asked, "Has the prison stopped?"

"……No."

The soldier's voice grew softer and softer.

"Then be on high alert and keep a close eye on their movements." Blake closed his eyes in pain. "Pass the order down, all troops are on standby."

The soldier's spirits lifted, and he quickly turned around to relay Blake's orders.

Blake opened his eyes and turned to look at the images transmitted back by the reconnaissance plane. On the screen, Mansfield Prison looked like a wounded but unstoppable beast, crushing everything in its path and resolutely moving toward the location of Tremont.

On the screen, Blake stood like a statue, staring blankly at everything.

In the upper left corner of the screen, a countdown is ticking away, representing the estimated time of the collision between Mansfield Prison and Tremont, as determined by military data experts.

Thirteen hours until impact.

Chapter 182 All Living Beings

Blake stopped issuing commands and simply stared at the screen, letting time pass.

Alarms blared throughout the streets of Tremont as large numbers of law enforcement officers evicted residents from their homes and forcibly returned them inside.

The once bustling city has fallen into a deathly silence in the blink of an eye.

The straight streets are like strokes of black and white ink painted by the gods, imprisoning people within them.

Nine hours until impact.

The bright sun in the sky gradually moved westward, and its light slowly dimmed.

The city's residents began to pray, while law enforcement officers huddled in their vehicles, gritting their teeth.

Blake remained silent.

Inside the prison, Barton regained consciousness.

After being inspired by Qi Yan's singing, he seemed to enter a state of enlightenment, no longer crying or begging for mercy, and obediently followed Qi Yan's instructions, beginning to take back control of the prison's order.

The first thing to do is to release the prison staff who were subdued by Saria and prepare dinner for Qi Yan and his group and the prisoners.

Five hours until impact.

The stars shone in the sky, and the two moons hung silently in the vast sky, casting a faint light.

In Tremont, children sleep soundly in their parents' arms, their small bodies embraced by warm embraces. The elderly are protected by their children, their aged and withered hands gently held by young and strong hands.

Some were terrified, some were numb, and some were still bombarded with phone calls from their bosses, constantly apologizing.

People were unsure whether the sunrise the next day would reach their eyes as usual.

Life seems to go on, or it may come to an abrupt end.

Inside the prison, Qi Yan reunited with the others.

He told the others to get some rest, as the journey ahead was still long.

Qi Lin obediently returned to her room as instructed, but the others were far from sleepy.

Knowing they were powerless to stop it, they could only stubbornly try to stay awake.

Some people are already prepared to be like moths drawn to a flame.

One hour until impact.

Outside Tremont, the outline of Mansfield Jail is already faintly visible.

For the first time, Blake, who had been standing like a statue in front of the screen, showed a change in expression.

He saw that the prison's speed was slowly decreasing.

But it didn't stop.

Countdown to impact: half an hour.

A white shadow, like a shooting star, rose from Mansfield Prison, pierced the night sky, and flew towards Tremont.

Blake instinctively held his breath, his fists clenching involuntarily at his sides.

Under Blake's watchful eye, the figure traced a perfect parabola across the night sky, crashing precisely into the Rhine Lab headquarters building, leaving a dark hole.

Fragments of the wall fell to the floor, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Qi Yan emerged from the dust and smoke, shook its head and flicked its tail to shake off the dust.

"Such a big company, why aren't the lights on?" Qi Yan asked. "Did you overspend on the electricity bill?"

A soft light came on, illuminating the room where Qi Yan was.

This is a spacious office with a very simple layout and no unnecessary decorations. A huge desk is placed quietly in the center of the room.

A blonde, blue-eyed young woman sat behind a desk, holding a terminal and working on her own.

Qi Yan walked over slowly and suggested, "Although electricity bills are a big expense, you should also be careful to protect your eyes. Playing with the terminal in the dark will damage your eyesight."

Christensen looked up from the terminal at the uninvited guest in the room.

"The tea you requested."

Christen pointed to the now-cold tea on the table, then continued working on her tasks.

Qi Yan walked over, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then turned his head to spit out the tea foam.

"What a piece of junk, it's nowhere near as good as Lao Wei's."

Qi Yan tossed the teacup onto the floor, pulled an ice puck from his pocket, and threw it in front of Christensen.

With a soft clang, Christensen's attention was finally completely drawn.

She picked up the ice puck and examined it closely. The cold air emanating from the puck caused a thin layer of frost to quickly form on her fingertips, but she didn't care.

"A very interesting energy body; the vanished natural disaster has been condensed into such a small ice ball," Christen commented. "The power of you gods is truly moving."

"Who is the god? Ah, who are you calling a god?"

Qi Yan inhaled sharply and angrily retorted, "Who are you calling a god?"

Kristen: ?

She was puzzled as to why Qi Yan had such a strong reaction.

This was a euphemism she had chosen after careful consideration; normally, she preferred to use the term "giant beast" that came from the Yan Kingdom.

However, judging from the person's reaction, the effect was not very good.

Qi Yan pointed to his face and said seriously, "Look carefully, I am a genuine Luper, with pure blood. Do you understand what a snow wolf is? It doesn't have a single stray hair on its entire body."

As he spoke, Qi Yan turned around, his white wolf tail swaying in front of Christensen.

Christen put down the puck and looked at Qi Yan, who was wagging his tail to prove himself. She had to admit that this scene was completely unexpected.

She had previously wondered which of her experiments had attracted the attention of these otherworldly beings.

When they actually met, the other person turned out to be such a strange creature.

"So, what exactly is your purpose in coming here?"

Christensen decided to skip the topic and speak frankly.

"No particular purpose, just passing through on errands, so I'm causing you some trouble," Qi Yan said, turning around with a grin.

Christensen lowered her azure eyes slightly and nodded, saying:

“Then you have indeed succeeded. Now that I have offended the Colombian military, it is foreseeable that Rhine Life will have a very difficult time in the future.”

"Yes, yes, let's clap and celebrate."

Qi Yan clapped for himself with a grin before continuing, "Also, this little ice hockey puck is a gift from me to you."

As you can see, it's the same calamity that just vanished. It has about half a day left to last. If you can find a way to preserve it, it will bring Rhine Life an unparalleled source of energy and a way to study the power of the gods.

If preservation fails, it will melt, unleashing the full power of the cataclysmic event, wiping out Rhine Lab and the city of Trimont in one fell swoop.

"I can't afford something that's free, so what price do I have to pay?"

Christensen was neither intimidated by Qi Yan's words nor blinded by immediate gains.

"I need two people from you."

Qi Yan jumped onto Christensen's desk, plopped down, and said slowly, "Do you still remember the Flame Demon Project from back then?"

Seeing Christensen nod after a moment's thought, Qi Yan continued:

"There are two guys I really don't like. They're the two newborns who colluded with Palvis to experiment on Ifrit. If you don't remember them, you can ask Palvis for their names."

I know that your Rhine Lab's human experimentation isn't limited to the Balrog Project. Sending those two into the most brutal experiments will let them experience this rare feeling too.

"A very good deal."

Without asking why, Christensen simply weighed the pros and cons and readily agreed.

Qi Yan nodded in satisfaction and raised his hand to give Christensen a high five in celebration.

Unfortunately, Christensen maintained her indifferent attitude throughout, and did not change her attitude despite Qi Yan's display of strength.

"Tsk, is this how you treat your partners?" Qi Yan complained, then said, "In addition, I also need to target Palvis, but of course, not simply by throwing that old man into human experiments."

I know his personality; as long as the experiment has scientific value, he wouldn't mind becoming a guinea pig.

I want you to strip him of all his eligibility to participate in any of the experiments he's involved in, not even to watch them, so he can completely abandon experimentation and become nothing more than a useless old man.

"Allow me to refuse."

Christensen refused without hesitation, saying, "The scientific value he can create is beyond this ice hockey puck you're offering."

Chapter 183 High Above, Looking Down on All Living Beings

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Christensen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was ready to face everything calmly.

She didn't think of resisting, because she knew exactly what was sitting in front of her.

Qi Yan scratched his head, not angry at all, and leisurely explained:

"Don't misunderstand, what I just said wasn't a deal, but a threat."

The hockey puck was just used to trade for those two junior researchers. As for Palvis, I'm simply threatening you. If you don't do this, I'll frequently visit Rhine Life and sabotage the projects Palvis is in charge of.

To put it bluntly, from this moment on, no matter how talented Palvis is in scientific research, he will be unable to achieve any further research results.

Christensen frowned slightly and lowered her head, lost in thought.

This was the first time she had begun to think for a long time, and she was clearly finding Qi Yan's threat very troublesome.

After a moment, Christen raised her head again, looking at Qi Yan with a puzzled expression: