Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

But Qi Yan was clearly satisfied, patted Ni Yan's arm, and laughed:

"Don't rush. No old person stays underwater to watch the show while the newcomer rises to the top. Welcome to Rhodes Island, my Sarkaz girl."

Before Ni Yan could ask a question, Qi Yan kicked Qi, who was standing next to him.

together:"……"

Qi was somewhat helpless and annoyed, and exhaled a puff of white breath from his nostrils.

The next second, somewhere in Wolumonde, an ice pillar nearly a hundred meters long rose from the ground, and on the ice pillar was a banshee from Rhodes Island with a blank expression.

"Is it my turn to step in?" Logos felt a little out of sync.

Having forcibly arranged for the appearance of a certain female demon, Qi turned around and said to Qi Yan with dissatisfaction:

"You could have easily solved this by letting me do it, so why take the risk yourself? I don't understand what's wrong with being one of us, but if you don't like it, then I'm willing to take the risks for you."

Qi was really getting angry. He was usually so quiet that he wouldn't say a word unless you hit him with a stick, so it was rare for him to say so much in one go.

Qi Yan grinned, looking so happy:

"There are always some things that only have meaning if you do them yourself."

Qi Roushun's fluffy tail flicked unhappily.

He chose to disappear silently, to vent his frustration with Qi Yan.

Qi Yan smiled. He could coax Da Bai later when he had more free time. Right now, the priority was to deal with the Sarkaz girl who was extremely confused.

"What exactly happened? Why did my friends warn me not to mess with you?" Mudrock kept asking questions. "And what about that ice pillar? Mr. Logos is clearly a banshee, so why can he release an ice pillar?"

Who were you talking to just now? Why are my friends afraid to talk about the person you were talking to?

Why did my Originium Arts fail, and why was my life force mysteriously restored? What did you do secretly?

Qi Yan's smile gradually turned into a bitter smile:

"Are you a walking encyclopedia of questions? Help me sit down and rest for a bit, my legs are a little weak."

Ni Yan quickly helped Qi Yan sit down and questioned, "It was you who protected me."

Although she called it a question, her tone was one of absolute certainty.

"No, it was you who protected me, thank you." Qi Yan said sincerely.

Ni Yan was somewhat taken aback by Qi Yan's sudden and earnest thanks.

On the other side, Anto and the Sarkaz surrounded them.

Anto squatted down in front of Qi Yan and, without saying a word, began taking his pulse and prying open his eyelids, groping him all over, making it unclear whether she was seriously examining him or taking advantage of the chaos to have an affair.

After touching her to her heart's content, Anto's little face tightened, and she said resentfully:

"You just made another move, you can't fool me, I can see how bad you are right now!"

Qi Yan waved his hand to comfort her:

"Don't be nervous, it's just that the energy consumption is a bit high. One pure source stone wasn't enough to satisfy my hunger. I'll go to the Great Rift Valley for a buffet later, and then I'll be a lively and energetic Lupo again."

Anto: "..."

The Queen's Voice stood on the outermost edge, wearing a little red hat, and stroked her chin thoughtfully.

It seems Qi Yan is not without weaknesses, although it's a bit absurd. But it seems his energy source is Originium. So if Qi Yan's Originium supply is cut off... hmm, it seems he really has no weaknesses.

On this land, Originium is something that can never be completely eliminated!

The mixed emotions of joy and sorrow lingered only within their small circle, having no impact on the residents not far away.

When the mudstone colossus collapsed, the residents' resistance also came to a halt, and they were immediately drawn to the hundred-meter-long icicle.

They didn't know the icicles weren't Logos's work, but they could clearly feel the terrifying chill emanating from them.

The moment the icicles rose from the ground, the temperature in Wolumond dropped significantly, and even the flames burning throughout the town were forced to shrink, as if they were making way for the chill emanating from the icicles.

“There are still powerful beings in Wolumond. That Sarkaz is clearly stronger than the one who summoned the Colossus. Look at that ice pillar; even the Witch King's phantom instinctively avoided it. He can definitely fight the Witch King!”

"We are saved!"

At that moment, the residents stopped complaining and were no longer controlled by fear; instead, boundless hope welled up in their hearts.

Their eyes were fixed on the Logos figure on the icicle, completely unaware of the subtle details in Logos' movements.

Logos stood on the icicle, looked down, stomped his feet lightly, and shivered.

His calves were feeling numb; if he stood there any longer, he feared he would lose all feeling in them.

The Witch King's voice transformed into a thread, reaching Logos's ears:

"Can we hold out? Or should we finish this quickly?"

Logos secretly gave a thumbs-up.

Then his aura changed instantly, transforming from a frozen, Qi Yan-like state into that of a savior descending from heaven in a time of crisis.

Logos pulled out a bone pen with elegant movements, the sound echoing throughout Wolumond:

“Witch King, I have seen through your disguise. You are not fully recovered, and your condition is very poor.”

The witch king let out a thunderous, eerie laugh:

"Hehehe, you have some skill, but it's not enough. Today, I'll use the life of a strongman like you to celebrate my rebirth!"

"You are wrong, Witch King."

Logos drew numerous obscure and difficult-to-understand golden runes, which coalesced around him into a warming rune array.

Then he said slowly and deliberately:

"Today, only one strongman will fall in Wolumond, and that is you."

I can already see the future.

(Damn, I'm really exhausted these past two days. I'll post the remaining two chapters later, so please be patient.)

Chapter 376 Mudrock Wants to Become a Warlock?

The sound of Logos echoed throughout Wolumond.

In an instant, the entire city's residents were captivated by his domineering and composed demeanor. Even in this critical moment, people couldn't help but subconsciously cheer for Logos.

In particular, Logos's natural charm, as a succubus, propelled her popularity to its peak.

Amid cheers, Logos wielded his bone pen, drawing numerous runes to form chains that bound the Witch King's enormous phantom.

"Weakling, I am the Witch King, the master of magic beneath the gods of this land!"

The Witch King seemed enraged, letting out a deafening roar as his phantom expanded: "You dare to provoke me with magic, Sarkaz banshee! You will pay the price for your ignorance and arrogance!"

As the Witch King's phantom expanded, the chains rattled and began to collapse in large numbers.

Logos was not surprised at all; the bone pen drew a graceful arc in the air.

Countless magic circles engraved with these obscure runes appeared out of thin air, surrounding the Witch King. The next second, golden spears burst forth from the magic circles, piercing the Witch King from all directions.

The Witch King let out a roar filled with pain and rage.

The golden spear's attack wounded him, but only wounded him; it was not enough to defeat the Witch King. Instead, it further fueled the Witch King's ferocity.

"Voice, submit to my feet!"

With a wave of his hand, the Witch King silenced everyone in Wolumond. Their earlier cheers coalesced into blood-red musical notes, rising high to surround the figure of Logos standing atop the ice pillar.

Logos seemed to think the Witch King's act was pretty cool, and copied him, saying:

"Words are born from the tip of my pen!"

Golden runes suddenly burst forth from the tip of the bone pen, surging out as if endless, colliding with the musical notes.

In an instant, the world lost its color, leaving only the blood-red musical notes and golden runes colliding and annihilating, causing the space to ripple with semi-transparent waves.

The logos were lost among the musical notes and runes.

The Witch King's enormous phantom swayed in the air, seemingly feeling that such a clash was too much of a waste of time. He controlled his phantom to shrink, compressed all his power into one, and then plunged headlong into the wave of musical notes and runes.

The city's residents watched the battle in the sky with bated breath.

Even though they could no longer see each other, they could still sense how intense the battle was from the violent clash of their Originium Arts.

Everyone unconsciously clenched their fists, their expressions worried, though some of them were also conflicted.

In a sea of ​​musical notes and runes, the residents thought the two were fighting to the death, but now they looked at each other calmly, like old friends meeting.

"Are you really the Witch King?" Logos asked first.

The Witch King smiled proudly, not without a hint of smugness, and said:

"Who else on this land, besides me, possesses such magical skill?"

Logos frowned and said in surprise:

"Weren't you already dead? Where did Qi Yan dig you up from?"

The Witch King's illusory figure rippled with anger.

Young people these days, if they can't speak, they don't have to speak!

Even though it was just a phantom, the Witch King still took two deep breaths to calm his anger and snorted:

"That's not the point. The point is, do you know how to continue the performance?"

Logos put away his playful mood and nodded:

"Although Qi Yan and the White Queen deliberately teased me and didn't tell me their plan, I can roughly deduce that I will be defeated next."

“That’s right. Only the despair that follows the shattering of hope can truly reveal the true nature of humanity.” The Witch King laughed heartily. “Only when humanity is laid bare in despair can the White Queen see how ridiculous her thoughts are.”

It's utterly ridiculous that she would try to unite the uninfected and the infected by relying on humanity.

These two groups, brainwashed by the powerful and influential, have long developed deeply ingrained prejudices. Unless enslaved and their spirits destroyed by drastic measures, the status quo cannot be changed!

Logos' slender fingers lightly tapped the bone pen.

He asked with interest:

"You understand this so clearly, so you must have actually experienced failure before you learned this lesson, right?"

The Witch King's laughter stopped abruptly.

He suddenly felt really angry and decided to use more force when he punched Logos later.

Completely unaware of this, Logos continued chatting idly:

"Speaking of which, what's going on with Mudrock? She seems to have used some outrageous Originium Arts. Qi Yan stopped her."

But why were you suddenly pulled out?

It would have been better if we hadn't brought this up, because the mention of it caused the Witch King's phantom to fluctuate once again.

Then the Witch King's tone began to carry an undisguised sourness:

"That little girl really got a huge advantage. Even if the White Queen's experiment succeeds this time, in my opinion, it will only barely be equal to the benefits that little girl received."

Logos was genuinely surprised this time.

Seeing Logos' surprise, the Witch King didn't hide anything and began to explain in detail:

"Because of my current state and the reason why I am attached to Qi Yan, I can sense some things beyond my control."

Just now, Qi Yan bestowed some kind of power, which is not of mortal origin, upon that little girl.

Even if that power wasn't complete, and the little girl couldn't actively use it, just the existence of that power meant that little girl was already, in some ways, a being who transcended you and me.

"So, you're no longer the number one magician below the gods?"

Logos' focus is clearly somewhat off.

The Witch King suddenly went berserk, grabbing a blood-red musical note and shoving it into Logos' mouth.

Logos tilted his head slightly, wielding his bone pen to shatter the musical notes thrown by the Witch King, a smile playing on his lips:

"I could tell that Mudrock was consuming his life force just now, but Qi Yan forcibly stopped him. Does that mean that Mudrock won't have to worry about consuming his life force when using Originium Arts in the future?"

“Theoretically speaking, yes.” The Witch King’s tone turned sour again. “In addition, that little girl’s magical talent is truly astonishing. With proper training, it’s a sure thing that she will grow into a warlock standing at the pinnacle of magic.”

Logos nodded, secretly noting this down.