Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

This was the first time he had ever seen such an outrageous physique. As the infection from the Originium within his body intensified, Qi Yan's strength increased exponentially, with no upper limit in sight.

"Witch King, how about a collaboration?"

Qi Yan patted Bai'e's head, indicating that the danger had passed, then stood up and looked back at the distant tower.

'What do you mean?' The Witch King was still unable to recover from the shock.

"I will lend you the power of this body, let's go kill someone."

Qi Yan raised his staff, aiming it at the dilapidated tower.

Chapter 315 The Witch King's Resurrection

The Witch King fell into a brief silence.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, not in a hurry to urge him.

After a moment, the Witch King's voice came again:

'The power of your body is indeed terrifying, but the person who just destroyed the red sun on the tower was one of the Twin Queens. No matter what the reasons were back then, I will not deny that I was defeated by them.'

Moreover, the tower has not yet been destroyed and still has the ability to launch an attack. Rushing in would lead to too many unpredictable accidents.

Unless, the person next to you is willing to step in…

"You old codger, you're already dead, why do you still have so many worries?"

Qi Yan grinned, said nothing more, and directly boosted the Witch King's confidence with his actions.

Qi Yan took out a pure source stone, casually tossed it into his mouth, and chewed it up.

That was a pure source stone specially delivered by Gentleman Hu, and it was also the last piece that Qi Yan currently possessed.

As the second pure source stone was swallowed, the golden light in Qi Yan's eyes surged, and almost no other colors could be seen.

The Witch King's consciousness, huddled within Qi Yan's mind, trembled violently.

At this moment, the energy contained within Qi Yan's body caused the Witch King to feel a sense of fear.

"I can't eat anymore. With the power of the Earthly Voice, I'll become a god after eating just two more pieces."

Qi Yan let out a burp and extended the invitation again: "Now, how about we go kill someone?"

This time, the Witch King hesitated almost without hesitation, as if he had once again transformed into the tyrant who once ruled an era.

He is universally acknowledged as the number one magic user in this land, second only to the gods!

He is the sun high in the sky above Letania, the strongest sorcerer who single-handedly defeated the Gallic army!

A red Originium aura erupted from Qi Yan's body.

Qi Yan had no reservations whatsoever and completely released the restraints on the Witch King.

A faint crimson ring appeared around his golden pupils, and a phantom appeared behind him, spreading its arms to release an endless red mist like a tidal wave.

The red mist broke through the area of ​​the Sunset Hall and continued to spread towards the city of Viseheim.

Even the bright sun high in the sky seemed to be gilded with a layer of red.

Under the blood-red sun, the Witch King returned to his territory!

The Queen's Voice and the tower sorcerers in the Sunset Hall, amidst the blood mist, stared wide-eyed at the phantom behind Qi Yan.

Even though the phantom's face was blurry, its figure and aura were an imprint deeply rooted in the souls of all Letanians.

Begler's body trembled uncontrollably.

As the voice of the empress, he almost instinctively wanted to resist the witch king before him, but surrounded by blood mist, he had to exert all his strength even to maintain his standing posture.

This was his last shred of dignity; the slightest lapse in concentration could cause him to collapse to his knees before the Witch King.

That would be the greatest blasphemy against the Gemini Queens; Begler would rather commit suicide than kneel down.

The illusory visual lines behind Qi Yan swept over Begler and the other queens, causing their hair to stand on end and their bodies to tremble even more noticeably.

In the end, however, the phantom of the Witch King did nothing, and even nodded almost imperceptibly, seemingly showing some appreciation for Begler and the others.

His gaze then shifted and landed on the tower sorcerers.

The tower sorcerers knelt down in unison, pressing their heads firmly to the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, we...we..."

The Witch King let out a soft hum, but to the tower sorcerers, the sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the sky.

The tower sorcerers covered their ears, their eyes wide open, blood flowing from their mouths and noses; they were clearly not going to survive.

"Alright, what's the point of getting angry with these guys?"

Qi Yan waved his staff lightly, as if he had found a new and interesting toy: "Although I don't really like being a warlock, on second thought, it is our duty to restore the glory of warlocks!"

Kal'tsit, I'll apply to become a Warlock as soon as I get back!

"What do you mean?" the illusory figure of the Witch King inquired. "Has the art of warlocking declined in recent years?"

"Sigh, it's more than just declining, it's become an insult." Qi Yan said, shaking his head.

The Witch King immediately flew into a rage.

As his emotions fluctuated, the red fog covering the entire Viseheim surged violently, as turbulent as the sea surface in a hurricane.

Qi Yan frowned, noticing that Bai'e, Cherni, and the others looked pained in the red mist, clearly unable to withstand the pressure of the Witch King.

"Behave yourself, don't hurt your own people!"

Qi Yan rebuked him sternly.

"……it is good."

The Witch King was furious one second, but his attitude completely reversed the next second, and he became obedient.

But the Witch King's attention was quickly drawn back, and his phantom turned to look in the direction of the tower.

Over there, a figure leaped from the top of the tower, wearing a cloak and a pure white mask. Golden hair peeked out from the gaps in the cloak and mask, fluttering in the wind.

Begler and the others also noticed the newcomers, and their expressions turned somewhat grim.

"Captain Bai, don't come any closer! This is not a place we can fight!" Begler shouted at the top of his lungs to warn them.

Captain Bai gracefully landed in the Sunset Hall and nodded slightly to Begler and the others:

“You’ve done a great job. Now get out of Viseheim’s territory as soon as possible. This is not a battle you can participate in.”

As she spoke, a faint Originium Arts fluctuation appeared.

At this moment, all the sounds in the Sunset Hall seemed to have found their anchor, and all submitted to Captain Bai's control.

The pressure on Begler and the others suddenly eased, and they began to gasp for breath, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.

Their gazes toward Captain Bai now held a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

A guess that startled even them popped into their minds.

Murphy, mingling in the Queen's Voice group, subconsciously touched the harmonica in his pocket and suddenly realized where the chill from before had come from.

Then his legs went weak and he almost knelt down in front of Captain Bai on the spot.

"Beigler, help me up, I'm feeling a little dizzy," Murphy said weakly, leaning against Beigler.

Begler had no suspicions, assuming it was just the injury Murphy had sustained from being beaten by Qi Yan, which had flared up after experiencing the Witch King's pressure. He crouched down and carried Murphy on his back.

Qi Yan also turned his head and found Arturo, who was crouching to the side with his head in his hands, and instructed him:

"Take Teacher Che and the others with you, and don't forget to take Gargamel, who fainted backstage, with you too."

It's such a waste that this bad woman turned into a dead woman; she deserved to be punished properly!

Arturo raised his head, displaying an unprecedented obedience, and ran over to pick up Black Key and White Key in each hand, handing them to Czerny. Then he ran backstage and dragged out Gertrude, who had already lost consciousness.

The two groups met eyes, and at that moment, even though their respective leaders were about to fight, they held no grudges and immediately joined forces to flee out of the city.

After they had walked away, Captain Bai slowly took off his mask, revealing a gentle and elegant face.

Qi Yan raised an eyebrow, recognizing the woman as the White Queen, one of the twin queens. He was not surprised at all.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Qi Yan," the White Queen said softly, her lips slightly parted. "Long time no see, Witch King."

The Witch King's illusory gaze remained fixed on the White Queen, his eyes seemingly burning with flames.

That wasn't hatred, but simply the will to fight!

Two generations of Letanian kings, after many years, stand before each other once more, both knowing in their hearts that this battle is unavoidable.

Neither side ever considered avoiding the issue!

The White Queen pursed her rosy lips and raised the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

Unfortunately, someone was faster than her.

Without warning, Qi Yan raised his staff and poked it at the White Queen's nostrils:

"Sneak attack! Take this, Avada Kedavra!"

Chapter 316 Clash of Kings

The deafening roar echoed throughout the city of Viseheim.

A graceful figure burst out from the dust and smoke of the collapsed ruins, her long golden hair flying wildly, her beautiful face as cold as ice, and the anger in her eyes almost materializing.

Opposite the White Queen, Qi Yan fled in terror, covering his head.

"Good heavens, is this lady going through menopause?" Qi Yan exclaimed. "Why is she so irritable?"

The illusory image of the Witch King floating behind him rippled and said in exasperation:

"How dare you ask? Don't you have any self-awareness about what you just did?"

"They're about to fight, so why worry about saving face? Of course we have to launch a sneak attack!"

Qi Yan retorted confidently.

The illusory image of the Witch King was so enraged that it fluctuated wildly.

In all his life, this was the first time he had ever seen someone so lacking in the demeanor of a strong person.

From behind, the White Queen let out a sharp shout.

"Yes!" Qi Yan responded subconsciously.

The Witch King was immediately stunned:

"Why are you responding to her? That's the White Queen's Originium Arts!"

Qi Yan was stunned. Before he could react, the sound he made turned into an attack, detonating the air around him.

At the critical moment, the illusory image of the Witch King twisted and transformed into a red barrier that enveloped Qi Yan's body, blocking the attack.

Then he said in a deep voice:

"Take advantage of this opening and launch a counterattack!"

Qi Yan stopped running away, turned around, and raised his staff, aiming it at the White Queen.

The tip of the staff gathered surging red energy, which transformed into a beam of light and blasted out.

However, facing this seemingly menacing red light cannon, the White Queen neither dodged nor flinched. Instead, she struck her palms together, producing a crisp clapping sound that shattered the light cannon.

Qi Yan's eyes widened, and he complained:

Why is your attack so weak?

"Can't you join me in chanting for a bit?"

The Witch King, though clearly an illusion, was now genuinely experiencing a headache: "My Originium Arts are similar to the White Queen's; they rely on amplification through sound fluctuations."

"Chanting? I understand!"

Qi Yan's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Upon seeing this, the Witch King's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly recalled Qi Yan's singing skills that reached the depths of the soul.

"Gunara, God of Darkness, whoosh, Black Fairy Demon Light!"