Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Before they could get close, several spells suddenly landed at their feet, forcing them back.

"Fellow countrymen, please do not be surprised, everything is in the planning stage."

Suddenly, a group of warlocks stood up in the audience and rushed onto the stage to protect Black Key and White Chalk in the middle.

Begler carefully examined the staff in the other person's hand and immediately recognized the other person's identity from the patterns on the staff:

"A tower sorcerer?!"

Why do you want to help revive the voice of the mortal world?

“This is not a revival of the Voice of the Mortals,” the leader of the tower sorcerer group said calmly. “It is merely a process of attracting and collecting the Voice of the Mortals. Lady Gertrude has transformed the Hall of Sunset into a container to contain the Voice of the Mortals, so that Letania can manage it.”

Begler and the other voices of the empress exchanged glances, all feeling that something was amiss.

Qi Yan couldn't help but chuckle from the judges' panel beside the stage.

He now had a general idea of ​​what Gertrude wanted to do.

Simply put, it's like firing cannons and blasting his mother!

Cherny stood beside Qi Yan, his forehead almost sweating with anxiety. Seeing Qi Yan smile again, he suddenly became frantic and said:

"You need to think of something quickly. Didn't you say you were very strong? Stop them and protect Black Key and White Chalk."

"We're being protected by someone, so what's the rush? Let's enjoy the show first."

After saying this, Qi Yan couldn't help but tease Arturo beside him, "There's an old woman named Kal'tsit who always says I can cause trouble. I should really bring her over and let her see that I'm not the only one who can cause trouble on this land!"

Arturo glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Murphy, who had been quiet these past few days, approached cautiously and asked:

"Brother, could you give me a heads-up? The situation is too chaotic right now, and I don't quite understand it."

Qi Yan glanced at Murphy with disdain, but still explained:

"Currently, the situation in Viseheim is a three-way standoff. The Electors' faction and your Empress's Voice both seem to represent Letania, but in reality, they are not aligned at all."

And I am the third party. Both sides are testing my attitude, wanting to know which side I will attack first if a real fight breaks out.

In this situation, Gertrude decided to become a newly emerging fourth force, acting as a suicide bomber to disrupt the balance of power among the three sides, ideally turning it into chaos.

Murphy frowned and pressed for an answer:

“But you’ve already pretended to give up the mortal voice to appease the Elector. At this time, as long as you stand quietly to the side and don’t get involved, the situation will definitely not get chaotic.”

“You don’t understand Sunset Hall, nor do you understand Gertrude.” Qi Yan’s lips curled up, revealing an expectant look. “This thing is a magical fortress that rivals the Tower!”

After hearing the explanation, Murphy felt even more confused.

"coming soon!"

Qi Yan suddenly spoke up in a low voice.

Murphy and the others tensed up and instinctively looked towards the stage.

As the performance of "Light and Shadow" reached a small peak, Black Key and White Chalk looked somewhat pained, and the surging Originium fluctuations transformed into a visible red wave that erupted.

The team of nurses who were originally protecting the two were forced to scatter due to the impact of the shockwave.

The tower warlock captain immediately shouted towards the backstage area:

"Gertrude, what are you dawdling for? Activate the Hall of Sunset to contain the sounds of the mortal world!"

As he finished speaking, the piano music coming from backstage suddenly became frenzied, and the Sunset Hall began to shake violently as if it were about to collapse.

However, the power of the earthly voices was indeed guided, flowing along the Originium patterns shimmering on the floor and walls of the Sunset Hall and converging towards the ceiling.

"Success!"

A hint of joy flashed across the face of the tower warlock captain.

But the next moment, the joy on his face turned into terror.

"Gertrude, what are you doing?!"

As he cried out in alarm, the Originium patterns on the ceiling of the Sunset Hall burst forth with terrifying brilliance, and all the contained power of the Earthly Voices surged forth.

The roof of the Sunset Hall was instantly reduced to ashes by this terrifying force, revealing the bright, clear sky outside.

In the sky, the bright sun hangs high, and on the earth, a new red sun rises slowly, then trails a long tail as it begins its rampage.

The target is that towering tower in Viseheim!

Chapter 311 A Dilemma

The Queen's Voices looked up to witness the birth of the red sun, all somewhat bewildered.

Begler looked at the towering sorcerer captain not far away and asked with a smirk:

"Is this your containment plan?"

"Should the Elector Marquis directly consume the sounds of the mortal world?"

"You're talking nonsense!" The tower warlock captain jumped up in anger. "Gertrude, how dare she do this? She's dead!"

Amidst the roar of the tower warlock captain, the crimson sun, formed from the voice of the mortal world, crashed down upon the tower.

Even though the tower reacted very quickly and activated its defensive Originium patterns in time, all the Originium patterns began to overload under the power of the Voice of the Mortal World, and lost their effectiveness after a burst of sparks.

The entire tower trembled visibly, large sections of the walls and rubble fell, and a dark gash was melted into the tower by the bombardment of earthly sounds.

The piano music continued, but now it had changed from its original harmonizing role to a guiding role among the three ensemble members, forcibly pulling the black and white keys to keep up with its rhythm.

White didn't want to see injuries or deaths caused by being used, so she instinctively wanted to forcibly stop the performance.

Black Keys saw through his thoughts and shouted, "If you forcibly stop the performance now, everyone here will die!"

Bai'er's face turned pale, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue playing.

The increasingly frenzied fluctuations of Originium surged from his body, giving Bai'e the illusion that he might burst at any moment.

In fact, that was not an illusion.

Black Keys looked rather grim.

As a nobleman who had received systematic training in Originium Arts, he knew that in this situation, he and Chalk were like a drinking straw forcibly inserted into the muzzle of a high-pressure water gun.

The power of earthly sounds is like a gushing stream of water.

Ordinary straws are at risk of being broken by the water flow!

The tower sorcerers around them were also extremely anxious.

It wasn't that they were worried about the health of the two Black Keys, but rather that, as they witnessed it firsthand, another red sun was condensed by Gertrude.

"Stop him quickly, or the tower will collapse and we'll all face the adults' wrath!"

The tower warlock captain shouted urgently.

He was not only shouting to his subordinates, but also reminding those who spoke of the Empress.

Regardless of their behind-the-scenes struggles, on the surface, the Elector and the Twin Queens are both leaders of Letania. If one is in trouble, the other will inevitably lend a helping hand.

Everyone understands the principle, but no one knows how to put it into practice.

A sudden inspiration flashed through Begler's mind, and he turned to look at an elderly man dressed as a cleaner not far away.

"Old man, didn't you say you've been investigating Gertrude these past few days? Have you found any research materials on Gertrude?"

Begler rushed over, grabbed the old man's shoulders, and shook him violently, as if he could shake the things out of the old man's head.

The old man was clearly also a member of the Queen's Voice.

He broke free from Begler's grasp, his cloudy eyes lowered, and he shook his head regretfully, saying:

"I found nothing."

"You're kidding me!" Begler saw through the lie immediately and was furious. "Are you going to betray us too? We must stop this disaster!"

“Bai’e is my grandson, he’s a good boy.” The old man’s face was full of pain, clearly indicating that this decision was very difficult for him.

But he showed no sign of backing down.

Begler's anger surged, and he raised his fist to strike, but was stopped in time by his companion.

As the argument raged, the second sun rose, crashing down on the tower with unstoppable force.

This time, the tower was prepared and chose to retaliate, attempting to detonate the sun on its way.

Unfortunately, the tower was already severely damaged when it took the first hit, and its speed of gathering power was far slower than Gertrude's reckless channeling speed.

In the rush, the tower only had time to gather a portion of its power before being forced to launch.

The white energy ball collided with the red sun in mid-air, and the contrast between the two was like the collision of a full moon and the blazing sun.

The full moon was instantly crushed by the red sun, and then the remaining power of the red sun struck the tower again.

This time, the main structure of the tower began to sway precariously, and the Originium patterns on the tower were almost completely destroyed, making its already dire state even worse.

Begler and the tower sorcerer captain exchanged a glance, both understanding that the situation had reached a point where they had to make a decisive break.

"Kill these two teenagers outright, even if it means sacrificing the Sunset District and ourselves, we cannot let anything happen to the Elector!"

The tower warlock captain roared and raised his staff, aiming it at the two black-keyed figures.

Seeing this, Bai'er's grandfather was furious and tried to stop them, but was forcibly pressed to the ground by the Queen's Voices beside him.

Bai Cha's grandfather was held down tightly, watching helplessly as the tip of the tower warlock captain's staff flashed with light.

A purple spell erupted, heading straight for Hei Jian and his companion.

Black Key and White Chalk stared intently at the incoming spell, but they were powerless to resist.

In this situation, whether they hide or not, they will still die.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the purple spell, and many people even began to have flashbacks of memories running through their minds.

"Arturo."

A voice suddenly rang out in the Sunset Hall.

Almost the instant Qi Yan's voice rang out, a semi-transparent barrier appeared around Hei Jian and the other person.

The purple spell collided with the barrier, causing ripples like a curtain of water to appear on the barrier, making it seem as if it might shatter at any moment, but it ultimately withstood the attack.

Everyone turned around abruptly, staring intently at Qi Yan.

The tower warlock captain's arm, gripping his staff, veins bulging, roared:

"Qi Yan, didn't you already give up on opposing the Elector Marquis? Are you planning to go back on your word now?"

Qi Yan slowly walked over, looking completely innocent, and said:

"Do you want to listen carefully to what you're saying?"

In order to save my show, I said I could give up the sound of the mortal world and only take the black keys and chalk.

But now my show is gone, and you're even planning to take action against Black Keys & White Chalk. Who broke the contract first?

"In this situation, Black Key and White Chalk are doomed. Gertrude has gone mad; she wants to drag both of them down with the Elector!"

The tower warlock captain was so anxious that he almost broke his staff in his hand.

The third round of red suns had already begun to take shape. If he didn't stop it, the tower would definitely not be able to withstand this attack.

But when he faced Qi Yan, his heart trembled, and he couldn't muster the courage to resist at all.

Qi Yan picked at his ear and said with a smile:

"The Elector dares to talk back to me; he is already destined to die in Viseheim. Even if the Twin Queens came, they couldn't stop him. I'm telling you."

As for the Black Key and the White Chalk, they will not be in any danger. Even if the Witch King crawled out of his coffin, it wouldn't make a difference, as I said.

Why, you are not convinced?"

"You...you're a madman!" The tower warlock captain felt like he was going crazy too.

With death looming in either direction, he finally raised his staff, deciding to choose a way to die with some dignity.

At that moment, a figure that no one present had anticipated suddenly rushed out and stood between the two sides.

Qi Yan tilted his head, looking at Murphy who had suddenly run out with a puzzled expression, somewhat confused.

"Brother, I'm sorry."