Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Murphy looked guilty and didn't dare to meet Qi Yan's gaze. He lowered his head and took out a small harmonica from his pocket.

Chapter 312 Today was another uneventful day.

Under Qi Yan's questioning gaze, Murphy resolutely raised her harmonica and blew it out loud.

Begler and the others, who were not far away, knew the truth, but Murphy's actions were so decisive that they didn't even have a chance to warn him.

The short, sharp monosyllables echoed in the Sunset Hall, and even the sounds of the world couldn't drown out Murphy's harmonica playing with all his might.

Then, nothing happened...

Begler and the others turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch the scene they had envisioned.

"Why no response?"

Murphy was dumbfounded: "Could it be that I'm using it wrong? Captain White didn't teach me either!"

After hesitating for a moment, he played the harmonica again.

A lively and cheerful rhythm began.

And then, nothing happened...

Murphy stood there awkwardly.

Qi Yan couldn't help but scratch his head, puzzled, and asked:

"Old Mo, when did you become a bard behind my back?"

Are you trying to be Isamara or Barbatos?

"No, brother, let me explain!" Murphy was on the verge of tears. "Do you remember when I asked you about the Gemini Queen?"

"This thing was given to me by one of my captains. He said it contained the Originium Arts of the Twin Queens, and that I should use it against you."

Begler and the others turned around sharply, staring at Murphy in shock.

This was the first time they had ever realized that Murphy was actually an honest man who dared to speak the truth.

Many people experience a cracking sound in their necks due to excessive exertion, but at that moment they have no time to pay attention to these minor neck problems.

What baffled them even more was Qi Yan's reaction.

"Big White, can you take a look and see if there's anything wrong with that harmonica?"

Qi Yan patted the air around him and muttered to himself.

After a moment, he nodded, his eyes filled with sympathy:

"Old Mo, you've been fooled. It's just an ordinary harmonica. My dog, Da Bai, even smelled someone else's saliva on it. It's been used."

Murphy: "...Pah! Pah!"

His face turned pale and then red, and he frantically spat on the ground, trying to get rid of the disgust in his heart.

He had barely spat twice when he suddenly felt a terrifying chill envelop him.

Murphy felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his movements froze, and he had the illusion that he would die on the spot at any moment.

He cautiously glanced at Qi Yan in front of him. The latter's eyes were full of doubt and curiosity, without the slightest anger, let alone murderous intent.

Where does this feeling come from?

A question mark appeared on Murphy's forehead.

"By the way, are you done performing?"

Qi Yan took the initiative to ask, "You should move aside as soon as you're done performing, lest you get caught up in the ensemble of earthly sounds while you're playing."

His reminder left Murphy somewhat at a loss:

"Brother, you're not angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Qi Yan retorted.

"Although I made a blunder, I really did want to take action against you."

Murphy looked anxious and tried to explain his actions.

His explanation, however, terrified Begler and the others, who shrank back in fear.

They've seen plenty of troublemakers, but this is the first time they've seen someone so eager to get themselves killed!

Qi Yan stroked his chin, surprisingly not angry, but patiently analyzed the situation:

"But you are a member of the Queen's Voice. Now that we are on opposite sides, as an opponent, you have already done more than enough by taking the initiative to confront me head-on. What reason do I have to be angry?"

Murphy opened his mouth, then suddenly felt something stuck in his throat:

"Yes, I am a member of the Queen's Voice, but..."

But in the end, only Qi Yan truly believed that he had not betrayed him.

Murphy didn't say the second half of his sentence.

But the Queen's Voices present understood what he meant, and their expressions were somewhat embarrassed.

When Murphy chose to stand up, they all realized that Murphy had never betrayed them.

All their previous doubts were hurting their companions.

Murphy took a deep breath, a carefree smile spreading across his face:

"Thank you. Now, as your opponent, I will stop you."

Murphy assumed a fighting stance.

Even though he knew perfectly well that he couldn't put up a single moment of resistance against Qi Yan.

But that's exactly what he wanted. He just needed to be killed by Qi Yan so that Qi Yan could pass over his corpse and protect Bai'e.

Incidentally, he also erased the secret that had been weighing on his mind for so long and tormenting him: the fact that the Witch King's consciousness still existed in the world.

Qi Yan sighed, took out the Pure Source Stone that Gentleman Hu had personally given him from his pocket, and popped it into his mouth.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of Murphy and the others, Qi Yan chewed up the Pure Origin Stone like a candy and swallowed it.

A golden sheen enveloped Qi Yan's pupils.

A flash of realization crossed Murphy's eyes. He remembered that back on the ship in Dosoles, Qi Yan had used the same golden eyes to suppress the entire scene.

"Come on, standing before you today is..."

Murphy, brimming with pride, was about to utter some harsh words to make his departure even more stylish.

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped hard on the head, his vision began to spin, and then he crashed heavily onto someone.

The exclamations of the tower sorcerers echoed in Murphy's ears, making him feel as if the sounds were circling around him.

"Huh, I'm not dead?"

After a few moments, Murphy's eyes, which had been darting around in their sockets, finally managed to refocus.

What came into view were the expressions of shock and anger on the faces of the tower sorcerers, while beneath them came a soft, warm sensation.

He looked down and found himself lying squarely on top of the tower sorcerer captain.

At this moment, the tower warlock captain's eyes rolled back, and his staff flew far away, the faint purple magical glow on the staff fading away.

Clearly, the tower warlock captain had been secretly gathering spells, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Black Key and White Cree while Qi Yan's attention was diverted.

Murphy struggled to his feet from the tower warlock captain.

The towering sorcerer team members wanted to rescue their captain, but they quickly noticed Qi Yan walking slowly towards them. They scattered and ran away, covering their heads.

"Brother, can't you just give me a quick death?"

Murphy clutched his head, wincing in pain.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken about something?"

As Qi Yan spoke, he slapped Murphy to the ground again.

Then he bent down and started punching and kicking Murphy like crazy.

During the beating, Qi Yan calmly explained:

"Even though we're currently on opposite sides, you're my friend, how could I really kill you?"

"Ouch, I was wrong, brother, I know I was wrong, please stop hitting me, ouch, it hurts!"

Murphy was pinned to the ground and pounded by Qi Yan until he writhed like a maggot. Whether he tried to resist with his physical strength or attempted to use Originium Arts, he was interrupted by Qi Yan's punch.

Not far away, Begler and the others witnessed Murphy's miserable state. Gritting their teeth, they rushed over to try to save Murphy and let him feel the care of his companions again.

"Let go of Murphy... Ah!"

A queen's voice rushed to the front, and just as she uttered a rebuke, Qi Yan swung a blood whip in her backhand, sending him flying.

The empress's voice crashed heavily into the seating area of ​​the Sunset Hall, drowned out by a large number of seats; her fate remains unknown.

Begler and the others all stopped in their tracks.

They looked at their companion who had been sent flying, then at Murphy, whose face was bruised and swollen but whose shouts were still full of energy, and suddenly realized something.

"Murphy, hang in there, we'll save you!"

Begler let out a low shout and took the lead in turning and running.

Chapter 313 Qi Yan's Traditional Skills

"Brother, brother, stop hitting it! The third round of Red Sun has appeared!"

Murphy lay on the ground, clutching his head and screaming in pain as he issued a warning.

Qi Yan looked up and saw that the third red sun had already taken shape above the Sunset Hall.

Gertrude, who was hiding in the shadows and drawing out the sounds of the mortal world, seemed to be getting a little anxious, or perhaps the condition of Black Key and White Chalk was getting worse and worse, and the scale of this round of Red Sun was obviously smaller than the previous two rounds.

Even so, the terrifying energy still made one's eyelids twitch. The red Originium fluctuations almost materialized, spreading like a red mist throughout the Sunset Hall and continuously expanding outwards into the city.

Accompanied by a burst of rapid piano music, the red sun soared into the sky, continuing its descent towards the tower.

The tower had absolutely no chance of withstanding this attack.

The Queen's voices who had run away stopped, their hearts sinking, while the group of tower sorcerers were filled with despair.

Once the Elector dies, they will face a punishment far more terrifying than death.

A group of people looked ashen-faced as they watched the sun crash down on the tower, the dull thud seeming to strike their hearts.

Suddenly, a clear snap of fingers echoed.

The sound wasn't particularly loud, yet it completely drowned out the sound of the rising sun, echoing throughout the city of Viseheim.

A group of people, bewildered, looked at the tower in astonishment.

The snapping sound came from the top of the tower.

After that seemingly powerless snap of the fingers, the red sun began to tremble and shatter, transforming into strands of red silk that disappeared from everyone's sight.

This miraculous sight left everyone present in a state of shock.

Even Qi Yan stopped beating Murphy, stroked his chin, and showed interest in his eyes.

He could clearly sense that the snap of his fingers belonged to some kind of Originium Arts.

After the snap of the fingers, the entire city of Viseheim was enveloped by the Originium Arts, and all sounds were transformed into the caster's weapon.

The sounds of the wind blowing through the streets, people breathing, even heartbeats, and even the sound of the red sun itself became the power of the spellcaster.

"Something."

Qi Yan grinned and teased the backstage area of ​​the Sunset Hall, "Gargamel, it seems your plan has failed. The Sunset Hall and the Sound of the Mortal World alone are not enough to breach the tower."

The piano music coming from backstage was noticeably erratic, but it quickly became even more frenzied.

Both Black Key and White Chalk wore expressions of pain.

The red Originium fluctuations on their bodies seemed to possess life, pulsating in a certain rhythm, as if some being was slowly awakening from slumber, its heartbeat beginning to revive.

Because the Earthly Voice within Black Key was intact, and because he was not an infected person, he could still endure it at this moment.

But Chalk had clearly reached his limit; his expression was contorted with pain, and red Originium crystal clusters had even begun to grow on his body.