Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Seeing this, Qi Yan couldn't help but sigh softly:

"In the end, we still had to come to this point."

Murphy snapped out of his daze, ignoring his bruised and swollen face, and mumbled, his chin askew:

"Brother, please save Bai'e! He's about to die!"

"Do you need to tell me?"

Qi Yan slapped Murphy to straighten his jaw, then slowly walked a short distance away, bent down and picked up the staff that the tower warlock captain had dropped earlier.

The black staff, about the thickness of a finger and the length of a forearm, was gripped in Qi Yan's palm, making him nod in satisfaction.

"Today we'll play Harry Potter, but we're still missing a broom."

Czerny, who was hiding in a corner not far away, saw Qi Yan pick up the staff and walk step by step onto the stage, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Is Mr. Qi Yan finally going to reveal his musical talent?"

Cherny's tone was filled with barely concealed excitement: "Is he planning to use Originium Arts to analyze the sounds of the mortal world, and then adapt and guide 'Light and Shadow' on the spot?"

"...He'd better not."

Arturo's face turned pale. He took two steps back, found a corner, and skillfully squatted down, raising his hands to cover his ears.

Unfortunately, Czerny, who was already in a state of excitement, did not hear Arturo's words at all. His eyes were fixed on Qi Yan's back with a fanatical gaze.

Not only him, but also the Queen's voices around them and the tower sorcerers who were hiding in the distance, trembling with fear, could not suppress their curiosity and wanted to know what method Qi Yan would use to solve the hidden dangers of the Voice of the Mortal World under these circumstances.

Black Key and White Cree noticed Qi Yan approaching, but unfortunately, they were too exhausted to respond.

They have now become mere puppets of the world, their words and actions no longer in their own hands.

A resolute glint flashed in Hei Jian's eyes as he tried to signal with his eyes that Qi Yan should go and rescue Bai E first.

Qi Yan acted as if she hadn't seen Hei Jian's gaze, and walked straight up to Hei Jian with a smile on her face.

At the same time, the staff in his hand was also raised.

"Witch King, you old codger, you've been hiding in Black Key's head for so long without making a sound. Are you going to become a coward like the Elector?"

Qi Yan's smile gradually turned manic, and he pointed his staff at his temple: "Do you know how long I've been thinking about you? Talulah has the old black snake, and Mo has the Black Lock Staff. I only have a big white guy who's always mute. How about I have you come and chat with me?"

Black Key's pupils suddenly shrank to a single point.

He never dreamed that his biggest secret had already been known to Qi Yan.

The consciousness in Black Key's mind was also shocked.

'What is this lunatic talking about...?'

With a startled cry from the Witch King's consciousness, Qi Yan plunged his staff into his head and began to frantically stir it.

Blood gushed out, and a few scarlet bloodstains splattered on Black Key's face.

Qi Yan's face was half-stained with blood, his smile became more and more exaggerated, his eyes rolled uncontrollably twice, and he fell straight backward.

The black keys and chalk were startled and broke free from the control of earthly sounds, causing the performance to come to an abrupt halt.

The next moment, before the two could react, the earthly voices within them went completely out of control, and the turbulent Originium fluctuations surged through their limbs and bones.

The two immediately let out a painful growl and knelt down on the stage.

The surface lithology crystal clusters of the Cretaceous body are growing rapidly at a visible rate, threatening to engulf it.

Even Gertrude, at the back of the stage, was affected by the backlash of the earthly voice and let out a scream.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Hei Jian struggled to support himself, staring in disbelief at Qi Yan's corpse lying before him, but soon, the Witch King in his mind suddenly went berserk.

'It's you! It was you all along!'

'That haunting voice I'll never forget from six months ago—it was you!'

'Wait...don't come any closer!'

Black Key had to endure both the backlash from the voice of the mortal world and the pain of the Witch King shouting in his mind. The dual torment of body and mind made Black Key feel an urge to die as soon as possible.

Just as his consciousness was fading from the torment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his mind.

'Hehehe, Witch King, I'm coming in!'

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Hei Jian rolled his eyes back and lay down cleanly on the stage, losing consciousness as he had wished.

Even when he was unconscious, his hands and feet would still twitch from time to time, proving that his condition was not good.

In his mind, the Witch King was like a young girl being forcibly dragged into a grove of trees, screaming in anguish.

Unfortunately, the only person present who could hear his voice, Black Key, had also lost consciousness.

'You bastard, what are you anyway?'

"Don't come any closer, don't pull me!"

'It's no use. I'm already one with the Black Keys. Even if you grab me, you can't tear me from the Black Keys' mind!'

The Witch King's shouts did not affect Qi Yan in the slightest.

Qi Yan knew that as a Happy Agent, he only had a few seconds to redeploy.

His consciousness forcefully squeezed into Black Key's mind, and he clearly 'saw' a red consciousness entity occupying Black Key's mind.

That red consciousness was none other than the Witch King.

Despite being an outsider, the Witch King's consciousness clearly took the initiative, splitting into countless tentacles that took root in this territory that did not belong to him, like an indescribable creation.

'Hehehe, red is great, red is festive.'

Qi Yan's consciousness stretched out the Witch King's red tentacles and bit down on the Witch King's consciousness, refusing to let go even if it meant death.

The Witch King never dreamed that after all these years of living peacefully in the minds of his descendants, another consciousness would one day break in and give him a taste of its own medicine.

He tried to resist, but Qi Yan's consciousness was strange. All his methods seemed to land on Qi Yan's consciousness, having no effect on Qi Yan at all.

When Qi Yan bit him in return, it really hurt.

At this moment, in addition to anger, the Witch King also felt a surge of suppressed grievances.

'What the hell are you? Even those two girls didn't treat me like this back then!'

'Stop talking nonsense, it's coming!'

A surge of excitement washed over Qi Yan.

'What...ah!'

Before the Witch King could react, Qi Yan's consciousness suddenly receded.

That force was something the Witch King couldn't withstand at all; his consciousness was firmly 'bitten' and forcibly dragged away by Qi Yan.

The tentacles that the Witch King had painstakingly built up over the years were as fragile as noodles, and were all torn off by Qi Yan's dragging force.

The pain of having his soul torn apart caused the Witch King to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

With almost no suspense, the Witch King was directly pulled out of the Black Key's mind by Qi Yan.

When the Witch King came into contact with the outside world, he was momentarily stunned.

If he could leave, he would have found a way to leave long ago, instead of lingering in Black Key's mind and accepting this disguised imprisonment.

Before the Witch King could even savor this rare freedom, Qi Yan had already dragged him back into his own body.

Everything seemed so natural; Qi Yan's body accepted the two consciousnesses with almost no resistance.

The Witch King was completely dumbfounded.

The people inside the Sunset Hall were equally bewildered.

They watched helplessly as Qi Yan, whose head they had pierced, suddenly sat up again.

"Even though I've had Baymax by my side for a long time, it's still different. Having something in my mind makes the sensations much clearer!"

Qi Yan sat on the ground, talking to himself nervously: "Witch King, how perfectly the two of us have merged."

This feeling is simply... amazing!

Qi Yan jumped up from the ground, pulled out the staff from his temple, and became completely excited.

'What the hell are you? Why are you like this?!'

In Qi Yan's mind, the Witch King appeared extremely irritable, even somewhat terrified.

Qi Yan's existence completely overturned his understanding.

He could tell that Qi Yan's self-healing was a type of Originium Arts, not the kind of immortality that the Beast Master possessed.

But Qi Yan did commit suicide just now. However, with the death of his body, Qi Yan's consciousness did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to lose all restraints and revealed truly illogical characteristics.

"Don't ask questions that I don't even know the answer to myself."

Qi Yan wiped the blood off his face and came to Bai'e's side: "Now I need you to take action and resolve the Worldly Voice within Bai'e's body."

Why should I help you?

The Witch King was shocked, but he was not prepared to obediently submit.

Qi Yan raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this:

"It seems you haven't figured out one thing. I'm not Black Key. In my territory, you have to behave yourself."

'What if I say no?' the witch king retorted angrily.

As Qi Yan whispered his name for his old friend, a gust of cold wind suddenly appeared and enveloped him.

The sudden gust of cold wind made everyone in the Sunset Hall unable to open their eyes, forcing them to lower their heads and grab onto whatever was around them to prevent it from being blown away.

The Witch King's consciousness shrank within Qi Yan's mind, witnessing firsthand... the descent of a god.

The enormous wolf lowered its eyes and stared intently at Qi Yan, or more precisely, at the Witch King within Qi Yan's mind.

A chilling wind howled, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, and the Witch King clearly sensed the god's disgust.

At his level, there was no need for verbal communication; the Witch King accurately received what Qi wanted to express.

Qi loathed him and wished he could devour him whole.

Because he was inside one of Qi's people.

'It wasn't my idea to come...'

The Witch King's pent-up resentment finally erupted.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, grievances and complaints are of no use.

If it were during the Witch King's prime, he would be confident that he could escape from the hands of a god who had no intention of killing him, but now he is just a wisp of remaining consciousness, and is even trapped in Qi Yan's mind.

"There is an old saying in Yan: 'Those who are diligent in their duties are heroes.' I think you can understand what the best choice is right now."

Qi Yan was in the heart of the cold wind, but was not affected in the slightest.

'...I surrender.'

The Witch King sighed deeply, finally accepting his fate, which had been forcibly arranged by Qi Yan.

The cold wind suddenly dissipated, and Qi's figure vanished again, as if he had never appeared at all.

The next moment, Qi Yan raised the staff in his hand and pointed it at Bai'e's brow.

A surge of red Originium Arts energy emanated from Qi Yan's body, flowing down his staff and into the center of his white eyebrows.

Bai'e stared blankly at Qi Yan in front of her, powerless to resist and never even thinking of resisting.

He believed that Qi Yan would not harm him.

As the Originium Arts flowed into his body, Cree clearly felt the pain he was suffering subsiding, and even the primordial crystal clusters on his body began to dissipate, revealing his original skin.

A few breaths later, red Originium Arts fluctuations surged from Bai Chi's body, carrying the collected power of the Sounds of the Mortal World, and entered Qi Yan's body through the staff.

"Wow, that feels good!"

Qi Yan felt the surge in the level of Originium infection within his body, and the golden luster in his eyes became even more intense.

The Witch King, who was now huddled inside Qi Yan's body, was numb with shock.