Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The two sides will definitely fight, and it's hard to say who will win.

"Everyone, calm down and don't start a fight!"

Mochi shouted desperately, but his voice made no ripple in the chaotic crowd.

John was forced to retreat again and again by the group of non-infected people. Finally, he finally faced reality, dropped the broom, and ran away.

“John, calm down, I’ll find a way to stop them.”

Mochi's shouts were drowned out by the crowd and did not reach John's ears.

Non-infected residents flocked into the neighborhood where infected people lived, wandering freely through the clean streets, their faces filled with surprise.

"They were all really cleaned up. There were no Originium clusters left, not even in the uninhabited houses or deep in the narrow alleys."

“Look at those children running away in the distance, they really weren’t wearing protective suits.”

"My God, it's dried meat! Dried meat that's only distributed once a week is being stored under the eaves. Aren't they afraid of getting it contaminated with Originium dust?"

The non-infected individuals ventured deeper into the territory, marveling at the sights along the way and casually looting food. Soon, they encountered a menacing Sarkaz mercenary force, leading a group of male infected individuals towards them.

Upon seeing the Sarkaz armed with wooden sticks and other weapons, the non-infected individuals immediately stopped in their tracks and pushed the surrounding military police in front of them.

"Protect us! Those Sarkaz thugs from outside are about to commit violence!"

The military police didn't expect these non-infected people to betray their teammates so quickly, and were caught off guard, finding themselves sandwiched between the Sarkaz and the non-infected.

Even though the military police had a numerical advantage, they were still somewhat intimidated by the Sarkaz team, which consisted of only a dozen or so men.

That's the Sarkaz, a symbol of violence and war!

Under the tense gaze of the military police, a Sarkaz man stepped forward carrying a wooden stick and tried to persuade him:

"Gentlemen, you are invading our neighborhood. Please leave."

The military police were already prepared for battle, but when they heard Sarkaz's gentle persuasion, they all felt like they hadn't woken up yet.

Mochi, standing among the military police, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Sarkaz was still rational.

Before he could finish uttering a breath, he was so angry at the shouts behind him that he sucked it all back in.

"Shameless! Wolumond is our territory. We only let the infected live here out of kindness. How dare you Sarkaz outsiders say such things?"

"That's right, we have the military police protecting us. You only have so few people. I advise you not to be ungrateful!"

“We’re only giving you one day… no, half a day, to vacate this block for us to live in, and you can then clear out another block yourselves.”

All the military police, including Mochi, were dumbfounded.

No, I didn't do it, don't listen to their nonsense!

Those are Sarkaz mercenaries, people who live on the edge of death. Even if these military police could win, they would probably get hurt.

In Wollumde's current situation, an injury means a significantly increased risk of infection.

"Well, maybe we can discuss this."

A military policeman, forcing a smile, said, "We can go back and ask Commander Severin for more supplies for the infected, and then you infected can move to another neighborhood, how about that?"

"You fart!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than angry shouts erupted from the infected group: "This is our home, why should we leave?"

The Sarkaz's tone turned cold as they said in chilling voices:

"If you insist on forcing us like this, then we have no choice but to resist."

As they spoke, all the Sarkaz moved in perfect unison, taking a step forward simultaneously, their killing intent erupting from their bodies.

Although the infected behind them did not possess the same terrifying killing intent as the Sarkaz, they still stepped forward to express their stance.

Seeing this, the military police quickly drew their weapons. The two sides were on the verge of exploding, like two heavy powder kegs, ready to explode at any moment.

Just then, a muffled voice came from deep within the infected neighborhood.

The sound wasn't loud, but it drew the attention of everyone present.

Mudrock's tall figure, clad in armor, slowly approached from afar, carrying his hammer in his hand, a red ribbon fluttering in the wind from the handle.

Upon seeing Mudrock appear, the Sarkaz found their leader, dispelled their killing intent, and waited for Mudrock to speak.

Mudrock stood before the Sarkaz, facing the military police and the uninfected, and firmly declared:

I said, "That's enough, please leave."

Chapter 367 I didn't make a move, but I killed the most enemies.

"These guys are in for it."

W stood in a corner, sharing gossip with Arturo beside him.

Arturo asked curiously:

"That Sarkaz is very strong?"

“It would be difficult for him to defeat all the military police by himself,” W said with a chuckle. “But if he wanted to, he could easily withstand the military police’s attacks and smash the skulls of all the non-infected people present.”

Arturo was somewhat surprised, then shook his head slightly:

"Then things are about to get interesting. I sensed strong emotions from those non-infected residents: disdain, hostility, and greed."

The situation was exactly as Arturo had predicted.

Even though the non-infected individuals knew that Mudrock was quite powerful, they didn't take Mudrock's warnings to heart at all, relying on the support of the military police.

"You're just a Sarkaz outsider, what are you pretending to be all high and mighty for?"

"This is our city, and we don't tolerate a Sarkaz bastard like you interfering."

"Military police, what are you still hesitating for? Quickly subdue these infected and Sarkaz."

The military police were now in a difficult position.

They kept exchanging glances, and someone signaled to retreat temporarily and go back to call more people before making further plans.

Some people were misled by the non-infected, thinking that since this was Wolumonde, the Sarkaz and the infected wouldn't dare to actually make a move.

Mochi and Para kept whispering to them to apologize, and then go back to Severin to take charge of the situation.

Unfortunately, those who held the second idea ultimately prevailed.

Seeing this, Mochi sighed inwardly, pulled Para aside and gave her a few words of advice, then pushed her out of the group.

On the other side, seeing that the military police had made their decision, Mudstone sighed softly and no longer hesitated:

"Fighting will bring death and pain, and will shatter this precious peace..."

But if conflict can be avoided, then we should remain silent. If fighting is necessary, then fight to the very end!

Mudrock spoke of the Rhodes Island creed he had heard from Logos, and his resolve strengthened.

She raised her right hand and clenched it tightly:

"Fertile soil, rock solid, rise up!"

The earth began to tremble violently, the surroundings seemed to shake, and large clouds of dust fell. Something seemed to be struggling under the floor of the street, trying to stand up.

The military police and non-infected individuals were witnessing the release of Mudstone Originium Arts for the first time, and were all terrified by its terrifying power.

The Sarkaz were also somewhat surprised:

"Captain, directly activating this level of Originium Arts will put a great strain on your body."

"I said, fight!"

Mudstone's Originium Arts reached their peak at this moment.

A giant hand made of stone burst through the floor and appeared in everyone's sight. Then, the hand braced itself against the ground and lifted its body up.

As the colossus slowly rose, the surrounding building debris and floorboards seemed to be swept away by an unseen hand, continuously attaching to the colossus and making its body even larger.

"Don't just stand there, do it!"

A member of the military police shouted sternly: "Warlocks, try to destroy this Sarkaz's Originium Artifact creation. Snipers, suppress the enemy's main body with fire. The rest of you, send some to protect the civilians' retreat. The rest of you, follow me and charge forward. Try to subdue these Sarkaz as soon as possible!"

Mudstone gripped his hammer with both hands and, instead of retreating, charged into the advancing military police ranks.

The hammer, which looked to be of a normal size in Ni Yan's hands, actually had a head the size of an average person's head, and it made a series of whistling sounds as it pierced the air.

Mudrock swung his arms back and forth, swinging the hammer in a perfect circular trajectory.

The military police around her were unable to resist; they were thrown away by the immense force and crashed heavily to the ground, instantly losing their ability to move.

Seeing that their captain had already made a move, the Sarkaz immediately became serious as well.

"Protect the Captain!"

"John, take a few men and get our real weapons."

"The enemy has more people, so we'll use the third tactic: counterattack around the captain and the Colossus."

The street erupted into chaos in an instant, with spells and crossbow bolts flying everywhere. Each punch from the colossus landed like a meteorite, the immense impact sending enemies flying high into the air.

The non-infected people who were shouting just a second ago are now running faster than anyone else, scattering like a swarm of flies.

In the midst of this chaotic situation, no one noticed a figure in protective clothing quietly slipping out from the depths of the infected neighborhood and skillfully blending into the ranks of the non-infected.

"Run! The military police are about to lose!"

After the figure blended into the group of non-infected people, it immediately started yelling incoherently.

These words immediately caused even more chaos in the non-infected group. Many people tripped and fell without a chance to get up, and were trampled on by the people who escaped from behind.

The military police officer in charge of managing the non-infected group was furious and roared:

"We haven't lost yet! Everyone, evacuate in an orderly manner!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the figure shouted:

"We're doomed! The military police are right behind us, which means they're running away with us too. We're all going to die!"

Military Police: "What the hell!"

The situation became increasingly out of control. Many non-infected people had their protective suits torn while fleeing for their lives, but they didn't care about that. They screamed and rushed out of the infected neighborhood and into the streets filled with Originium.

The military police tried to catch the troublemaker, but he was very fast. Every time he shouted, he would cover his head and run around wildly, disappearing in no time.

The main force of the military police, which was already struggling in the rear, noticed the situation here and their already low morale became even lower.

“We concede defeat, and we promise not to go near neighborhoods with infected people again.”

The military police loudly admitted defeat and retreated while fighting.

But Mudrock intended to use this opportunity to teach them a lesson they would never forget, ignoring their shouts and leading the newly armed Sarkaz to press forward relentlessly.

The giant rock statue withstood the attacks of the military police, like a war god, each punch sending several military police flying.

In the end, even the military police could hardly maintain their formation, following in the footsteps of the non-infected groups, scattering in all directions like a swarm of flies.

Mudrock led the Sarkaz and the infected in a relentless pursuit, only stopping when the military police were completely driven out of the neighborhood.

Mudstone slammed the hammer into the ground, the dull thud echoing through his armor:

"This is a lesson. People who are infected are also human beings and have the right to live. They are not objects to be discriminated against and oppressed at will."

If there's a next time, our resistance will be even fiercer!

When the military police saw that Niyan had stopped chasing them, they all felt a sense of relief at having survived a disaster.

They never dreamed that this Sarkaz team, when unleashed at full power, would possess such terrifying combat strength.

They dared not say much, and with their injured companions, fled the scene in a sorry state.

Once the military police and the non-infected groups were out of sight, the infected burst into cheers.

"We succeeded! We too can resist unjust oppression! We are free!"

"Mudrock, and the other Sarkaz, you are our heroes!"

The infected swarmed towards the mudstone and Sarkaz, cheering and jumping around them.

Faced with the enthusiasm of the infected, the Sarkaz, who had just gone through a battle, suddenly felt a little shy and nervous.

They had fought so many battles that they couldn't even remember them all, but this was the first time they had ever experienced a battle where they were cheered for after their victory.

Just as the infected and the Sarkaz were celebrating their victory, Anto ran out of the block looking anxious.