Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Qi Yan finally nodded in satisfaction, patted the other person on the shoulder, and introduced:

"This is a blessed little red hat. As long as you wear it, you can get rid of disasters and difficulties and receive supreme protection in the dark."

"Thank you so much," the Queen said, her voice trembling with tears.

"Don't be so polite with me." Qi Yan waved his hand dismissively. "You've already been enhanced. Go! Challenge the Witch King and become a great hero of Wolumond!"

The Queen's Voice looked at the Witch King, whose head had transformed into a huge red phantom that blocked half of the night sky of Wolumonde, and her mouth twitched wildly.

What a joke! That was the most tyrannical and ruthless witch king in legend. Even though the other party is now acting in cooperation with Her Majesty the Queen, he wouldn't dare to provoke him.

The Witch King's maniacal laughter still echoed throughout the city, spreading a sense of fear freely.

"Laetnia, your emperor has returned!"

As the Witch King laughed maniacally, his phantom arm swung, unleashing a waterfall of red blood mist that destroyed large swathes of buildings on the edge of the town, sending up plumes of smoke and flames.

On the streets of the town, the residents looked at the scene before them, which was like a natural disaster recurring... no, even more terrifying than a natural disaster. They were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they ran away on the ground with all their might, trying to find a safe place.

But in the presence of a powerful being like the Witch King, where in Wolumond can one be considered safe?

The residents could only run around with their heads in their hands, fleeing in the opposite direction whenever there was a sound.

Neither of them realized that, as time went on, they were being relentlessly forced into a certain position by the Witch King.

Amid the chaos, some people attempted to resist.

Severin's face was filled with fear and dread, but he was not swayed by the fear. He stood in front of the council hall, looking up at the phantom of the Witch King in the sky. Even though he was covered in sweat, his back remained straight.

"Damn it, it really is the remnants of the Witch King's faction... But how did they manage to resurrect the Witch King without a trace?"

Severin subconsciously considered the truth, but was then pulled back to his senses by the sounds of collapsing buildings and residents' cries within the town.

“Now is not the time to think about these things. We must do everything we can to stop the Witch King and protect the residents of Wolumond.” Severin made a decisive decision. “Mochi, you take some men to operate the phonograph and try to delay the Witch King’s massacre.”

"Everyone else, get out there! Even if it costs you your lives, protect the residents during their evacuation!"

A chorus of voices rang out, and the military police immediately sprang into action.

Before the crowd could disperse, someone in the line suddenly asked:

"Captain, what are you going to do?"

It was just an ordinary question, but in this situation, it seemed to reveal some unusual meaning.

No one bothered to find out who said those words; instead, they instinctively focused their attention on Severin.

Severin's gaze turned somewhat cold. He chose not to lash out, but instead looked up at the seemingly invincible figure in the sky.

Upon closer inspection, his body was trembling slightly, yet his voice remained as firm as iron:

"I must go and stop the Witch King!"

"Captain! Are you crazy?!"

An uproar erupted in the crowd.

Even if they turned on the phonograph, they didn't think it could cause any harm to the Witch King, let alone Severin, an ordinary person whose strength wasn't even top-tier.

Severin lit a cigarette, took a deep drag as if using all his strength, and then exhaled slowly.

His voice pierced through the smoke and struck the hearts of every member of the military police:

"A real man has things he should do and things he shouldn't do. We must make choices. This is my choice. I can no longer care about your choices!"

His words sounded like a warning, but also like an outpouring of his anger and despair.

As soon as he finished speaking, Severin tossed away the cigarette butt between his fingers, drew his military knife, and leaped onto the roof.

In the darkness of night, his silhouette was blurred, but anyone who looked at him could clearly see his straight, sword-like back.

The saber gleamed like a frosty moon in the dim light of the night.

"Witch King! Cease your tyranny!"

Severin roared, his shout like a thunderclap, and managed to take his place amidst the Witch King's terrifying laughter that filled the entire city.

In the night sky, the Witch King slowly lowered his eyes, gazing down at the insignificant captain of the Wolumonde Military Police.

"A mantis's arm is like a chariot, and he does not overestimate his own capabilities."

The Witch King gave a mocking smile and stretched out his arm, making a grasping motion in the air towards Severin.

Endless blood mist converged from all directions, instantly engulfing Severin's figure.

But the next moment, a cold light like a crescent moon burst forth from the blood mist. Severin, covered in blood and with bloodshot eyes, forcefully broke out of the blood mist. The cold blue aura emanating from the military knife in his hand spread out as he leaped up and charged straight at the Witch King.

The two figures, one above the other, one so large it blotted out the sky, the other as small as an ant.

But at this moment, the two are standing on the same battlefield, enemies!

(Two more chapters to go. I'm exhausted today. My fingers are even feeling weak while typing.)

(But don't worry, everyone, although I might be late, I will never be absent!)

Chapter 373 Little Red Riding Hood is truly a magical artifact, but unfortunately no one believes it.

Severin's figure fell like a shooting star.

His once-neat military uniform was now tattered and mangled, covered in gruesome wounds, with blood gushing out, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

"Cough cough... The Witch King is nothing special!"

Severin lay on the ground he had smashed, forcing a smile.

Above him, the Witch King remained expressionless, his enormous phantom unharmed.

"Insect, do you think I haven't seen through your clumsy plan?" the Witch King sneered.

His voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across Wolumond:

"You think you can deal with me by drawing my attention and giving your military police a chance to turn on the phonograph?"

Severin managed a weak smile, but he was unable to speak.

His lungs, due to the injuries and the onslaught of Oripathy, felt as if a raging fire was burning inside them, causing him so much pain that he wished he could use a military knife to cut open his chest and rip out his lungs.

In the distance, on each of the four walls of Wolumonde, stood a huge metal construct, resembling a rocket without a tip, with four raised bases below slowly emitting a blue Originium glow.

Powered by Originium energy, the four enormous phonographs floated into the air, with blue light surging upwards from the bottom, forming a halo that converged at the top.

The next second, the blue energy ring trembled, and the four phonographs simultaneously released beams of light that blasted towards the Witch King in the air.

A beam of light as thick as an adult's arm shot straight into the sky, but compared to the Witch King's overwhelming phantom, it was as fragile as a toothpick.

With a cold shout from the Witch King, the beam of light emitted by the phonograph dissipated completely without him even having to lift a finger.

Without hesitation, the Witch King shattered the beam of light with his voice, and in order to completely crush the morale of the military police and the inhabitants of Wolumondne, he raised his right arm high and clenched it tightly above his head.

A crimson Originium aura erupted from his fist, as if a red sun had been born.

The four phonographs trembled simultaneously. To the horror of the military police, control of the phonographs was seized by the Witch King in the blink of an eye, and the original blue light turned into a red light filled with tyranny and destruction.

Several alert military police officers shouted a warning and then tackled their comrades to the ground.

The moment they fell, the phonograph burst forth with a red beam of light, shattering the ground beneath their feet.

The terrifying shockwave swept up the military police officers, who fell off the city wall like dumplings being torn from their packaging.

On the ground, Severin looked ashen-faced.

Even though he knew that his plans and resistance were ridiculous in front of a powerful figure like the Witch King, he still couldn't help but feel endless resentment and anger when the dust settled.

He stared at the Witch King with his bleeding eyes, as if trying to understand how the Witch King had been resurrected right under his nose.

He dispatched a large number of military police to investigate, so why didn't he receive a single word?

Severin wanted to roar and vent his resentment, but his body was too weak to continue.

The Witch King's cold gaze descended from the sky, accompanied by a torrent of red mist symbolizing death and destruction.

Severin's body was swallowed by the red mist in the blink of an eye.

"The phonograph has been taken away, the military police have been defeated, and Commander Severin, who fought against the Witch King, has also been defeated in the blink of an eye. We are doomed."

The despair no longer needed the Witch King to deliberately spread; when Severin's counterattack was easily extinguished by the Witch King, despair had already become the dominant theme in Wolumond.

Under the deliberate control of the Witch King, the residents gathered from all directions into an unprecedented group.

Within this group, there is no distinction between infected and uninfected; everyone shares only one identity: lambs to the slaughter under the Witch King's command.

People trembled and huddled together with those around them, no longer caring even though they could see obvious Originium crystal clusters on each other's bodies.

At this moment, only by pressing themselves tightly against each other and feeling the warmth of a living person can they ensure that their spirits do not collapse directly.

The world seemed to turn gray, all colors were shrouded in shadow, a shadow cast by people's fear of death.

In this gray world, two somewhat glaring red spots kept flickering in front of people's eyes.

"Little Red Riding Hood, a fresh Little Red Riding Hood! Now you don't need 998, you don't need 888, you can take it home with just one Pure Origin Stone!"

"This isn't your ordinary Little Red Riding Hood, it's the Little Red Riding Hood from Wang Wei's poem... ugh, this is a blessed Little Red Riding Hood! Wearing it will ward off disasters and bring peace, and even a mere witch king can be killed with a single punch!"

Wearing his little red hat, Qi Yan kept making noise in the crowd, trying to promote his products.

Unfortunately, everyone was gripped by fear. Even if they were momentarily drawn to his bizarre and outrageous advertising slogans, they would be swept back into the embrace of fear the next second.

Another voice, wearing a little red hat and the voice of the empress, wore a wry smile and followed closely behind Qi Yan.

He couldn't understand why someone as strong as Qi Yan would be so obsessed with money.

Does Rhodes Island not pay Qi Yan's salary?

Just as Qi Yan was enthusiastically promoting his Little Red Riding Hood, a familiar roar came from not far away.

Qi Yan trembled with fright and instinctively wanted to run away, but the crowd around him was dense, and they were all his potential customers. Qi Yan couldn't bear to kick them away.

With this delay, Anto, escorted by a group of Sarkaz, went straight to Qi Yan and grabbed his arm.

"You bastard, liar, big liar!" Anto's eyes were bloodshot with anger. "You said you would stay home and rest properly and not push yourself anymore, so why did you suddenly run away?"

Qi Yan shrank his neck and forced a dry laugh:

"I didn't break my promise. I silently endured the shrewish yelling of a menopausal old woman without retaliating. I just worked every day to earn money."

The Queen's voice, who was silently following behind him, twitched her eyelids.

He understood who Qi Yan was referring to, but he said he didn't really want to understand.

When reporting on the work afterwards, should this sentence be reported truthfully?

The Queen's Voice recalled a Rhodes Island representative who, after making a slip of the tongue and saying something wrong, was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and frantically rubbed his forehead against the ground to apologize. He chose to bury this memory deep in his heart.

Anto was not easily fooled by Qi Yan's few words. At this moment, her pent-up worries and anger completely erupted.

"Qi Yan, you're finished! I'm telling you, you're finished!" Anto roared. "When we get back, I'm going to expose your crimes. Just wait for Amiya and Qi Lin to teach you a lesson!"

Qi Yan's face instantly turned sour, and he hurriedly put the little red hat on Anto's head:

"I know I was wrong. Here's a little red hat for you to ward off disasters. Wearing it means you're under my protection. Even if you rush up and give the Witch King a good beating, he won't dare to fight back."

If you're angry, go beat him up to vent your anger.

The Witch King, who was laughing wildly in the sky, suddenly choked.

Chapter 374 Naturally suppressing evil

Anto wore a bright red hat, and his fair face twitched slightly.

She tried to keep a straight face and stay angry, but the more she did, the harder it became to control the urge to laugh.

In the end, Anto couldn't help but burst out laughing.

But then she forced a smile and said fiercely:

“This matter is not over, but the Mudrock Squad said they have important questions for you, so I will let you off the hook for now.”

"Hey, good."

Qi Yan quickly put on a smile and said, "Our beautiful, charming, cute, lively, and universally loved beauty, Anto, please wait for me here. I'll go and deal with the mudstone team first, and then I'll come back and hold you responsible."

Mudrock and the other Sarkaz fell silent.

The word "handle" was used very well; please don't use it again next time!