Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

When Mudrock joins the company, he can suggest that Mudrock join the caster class, and then train him under his wing. This will make Rhodes Island safer in the future.

While he was pondering this, the Witch King was already too sour to continue.

He waved his hand and said bluntly:

"Young man, it's time for you to lose."

"I have only one request," Logos bone pen said with an elegant sway, "that you also get hurt a little."

The two exchanged a glance and both smiled.

It wasn't that they were amused by Logos' words, but rather that they both recognized the other's pride as a powerful sorcerer.

Logos wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface; he was genuinely excited to be able to fight the legendary Witch King.

The Witch King was not as arrogant as he appeared. He was pleased to see such an outstanding successor in the field of magic after him.

Even if this junior should actually belong to the lineage of sorcery, the Witch King doesn't care.

Just like he doesn't care who Letania belongs to now.

The battle resumed, and terrifying magical fluctuations erupted over Wolumond.

The golden and red energy fluctuations intertwined, constantly eroding each other's existence.

The Witch King transformed into a red mist, enveloping Logos's figure. But Logos, like the most elegant dancer in the world, twirled on the ice pillars, his bone pen defusing all of the Witch King's attacks.

Although the residents of the town below could not understand the intricacies of the battle, they could see that Logos was subtly at a disadvantage and could only passively defend itself.

"Foolish challenger, you deserve to die!"

Suddenly, the Witch King roared and reappeared in the red mist. He clenched his right fist and rushed in front of Logos without warning, throwing a punch.

Logos was bewildered.

He was genuinely stunned; there was no element of acting involved.

Why did two warlocks start throwing punches when they were just having a fight?

The Witch King did not answer this question, and Logos had no chance to explore it.

He was struck squarely in the handsome face by the Witch King's fist, let out a muffled groan, and was sent flying backward, falling from the hundred-meter-high ice pillar.

Chapter 377 Breakup

An uproar erupted in the city of Wolumonde.

As people watched Logos fall from the icicles, despair returned to their hearts.

"If even a powerful expert like this can't defeat the Witch King, then aren't we doomed?"

"It's over, it's all over!"

"...Your Majesty, I...I'm one of our own!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out from the crowd.

The surrounding residents stared in astonishment at the man who had shouted.

Before the shocked residents could process their anger, similar shouts sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

For a time, even though the voices of surrender were not numerous in the crowd, they became the dominant force, and shouts of submission to the Witch King were heard everywhere.

Mud Rock and the others were somewhat angry when they heard this voice.

One of the hot-tempered Sarkaz even started swearing:

"Are you idiots? Turning against us in this situation will only hasten our demise!"

While the surrounding crowd was still reeling from the shock, the surrendered residents hurriedly fled to a safe distance.

Then one of them sneered at Sarkaz:

"I think you guys are the real idiots. I joined Project Blue Sky a long time ago. I'm now one of the noblemen's men!"

"His Majesty the Witch King was able to resurrect because we started providing blood recently, allowing the noble lords to use Originium Arts. We are the number one contributors to His Majesty the Witch King's return!"

"what?!"

Exclamations of surprise swept through the crowd like a tidal wave.

The Sarkaz felt a surge of anger explode in their heads.

The Sarkaz were not the only ones furious; the ordinary residents were too. They finally realized why they had suffered such a calamity: it was because these traitors dared to secretly side with the remnants of the Witch King's faction and with the powerful and wealthy who had oppressed them day and night!

"Bastards!" One of the infected residents could no longer contain his rage. "Even if I die today, I'll make you all pay with your lives. Killing one isn't a loss, killing two is a huge bonus!"

The Sarkaz also looked at Mudrock, ready to ask for permission to fight.

But when they turned around, they noticed Qi Yan's movements first.

Qi Yan slowly moved towards the group of traitorous residents.

Upon seeing this, a Sarkaz member urgently exclaimed:

"Traveler, you are in poor health now. Leave the task of teaching these traitors a lesson to us."

"You and Dr. Anto should evacuate out of the city first. Our team will then protect the residents and catch up with you."

Qi Yan scanned the resolute gazes of the Sarkaz, scratched his face, and gave an awkward smile:

"If I said I was the leader of the traitor group, would you beat me up?"

At this moment, a group of Sarkaz collectively transformed into spiritual Liberians.

Even the mudstone was startled and its body trembled.

Among the group of 'Liboli', only one girl who was most familiar with Qi Yan rushed over and punched him squarely in the soft flesh of his waist.

Anto roared angrily, "You've betrayed us again!"

The mudstones and the Sarkaz looked at each other in bewilderment.

The word "again" sounds like it has a story behind it.

Qi Yan, clutching his back, grimaced and said:

"How can working for my own Originium Arts be considered treason?"

Anto's anger faltered.

For a moment, she was actually convinced by Qi Yan.

However, Anto quickly realized what was happening, kicked Qi Yan in the shin, and said angrily:

"The Witch King didn't lose control at all, did he?"

Seeing that his plan had been exposed, Qi Yan grinned and spread his hands, saying:

"The Witch King has indeed betrayed us, but the traitor Letania has switched sides and is now working for me."

Anto rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned to Mudrock and the other Sarkaz to comfort them:

"Everyone can rest assured, this is just Qi Yan's usual practice. Once you return to Rhodes Island, you'll gradually understand just how infuriating Qi Yan is."

"Hey, I'm right here, you're saying bad things about me without even telling me?"

Qi Yan weakly protested from the side.

Anto immediately turned around and glared at Qi Yan with the anger of a beautiful girl.

Qi Yan was quickly defeated.

The Sarkaz, including Mudrock, were experiencing Qi Yan's amazing maneuvers for the first time and were clearly struggling to keep up.

After a long while, Niyan asked in a daze:

"So you deliberately let Wolumond suffer this calamity, to put people to a test of their humanity and then cause them to break apart?"

"Oh, my dear girl, you can't just say things like that!"

Qi Yan grabbed the Empress's Voice, who was watching the show from the sidelines, and said rapidly, "It was his boss, it was his boss who secretly planned all of this. I, Qi Xiaobai, am kind by nature, how could I do such a thing?"

The Queen's voice: "..."

When we were discussing the plan, you were the one who shouted the loudest in the whole room!

The Empress roared inwardly, but feeling the terrifying force from Qi Yan's palm, she smiled bitterly to herself.

There was no sign of weakness whatsoever. In fact, even if Qi Yan were to be so weak that he only had one-tenth of his strength left, he still wouldn't be able to resist.

"I was the one who orchestrated everything." The Empress's Voice dared not speak ill of her own Majesty, so she had no choice but to take the blame herself. "Qi Yan may not go, but I really have to make my appearance next."

For the first time, Anto, Mudrock, and the others focused their attention on this man.

He was wearing Qi Yan's little red hat, which meant he was also someone Qi Yan recognized. However, because he hadn't said a word and had been quietly playing the role of a background figure, no one paid much attention to him.

The dull thud of mudstone came from beneath the armor:

"Why do this?"

The Empress's expression turned serious as she spoke in a deep voice:

"Although I don't need to explain to you, for Qi Yan's sake, I can only say that this concerns the future of Letania."

You may think we're being cruel, but reform inevitably requires overthrow, and bloodshed is unavoidable.

Mud Rock turned around and looked at the two distinct groups of residents. The residents who had become traitors had now gathered together, abandoning their former compatriots and fleeing towards the location at the feet of the Witch King.

She did not quite agree with the Queen's Voice's remarks.

Mudrock didn't say anything. She could tell that the Queen's Voice should represent the official Leitanian government, and she had no right to interfere.

But she was not prepared to stand idly by.

The hammer with the red ribbon tied to it was picked up again, and Niyan silently strode towards the residents who were in despair but still held on to their place.

The Sarkaz knew Mudrock's temperament very well, so they all grabbed their weapons and followed behind him.

The Queen's Voice gave the Mudrock Squad a deep look, a hint of respect flashing in her eyes.

He nodded to Qi Yan, then carefully adjusted his little red hat to make sure it wouldn't fall off, before resolutely heading towards the Witch King.

What was originally a single team suddenly split at this moment, heading towards two completely opposing camps.

Anto and Qi Yan stayed where they were and didn't go anywhere.

It wasn't that Qi Yan had changed his personality; it was simply that Anto's gaze was fixed on him. Every time he tried to take a step, no matter which direction he was going, Anto would make a move as if to pounce on him.

(Today's short essay)

I suddenly realized that I've been so busy complaining about being tired these past few days that I forgot to tell everyone why I'm so tired. It really wasn't from petting the cat!

I'm moving, running back and forth every day to tidy up the house, and I feel completely drained.

I lay in bed after get off work tonight, intending to take a nap, but I fell asleep right away. I was woken up by a phone call from my landlord urging me to hand over the apartment (laughs wryly).

Chapter 378 Everyone Has Their Own Path

While Qi Yan and Anto stared at each other, the situation in Wolumonde was constantly changing.

A large number of residents who participated in the Blue Sky Project gathered together, their faces filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster and the greed for the wealth and status that seemed to be within their grasp. They rushed quickly toward the Witch King.

The Witch King's phantom floated in the air, visibly more ethereal than before, and occasionally rippled, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment.

But he is still the victor, standing proudly above the sky, overlooking the earth, unlike the Logos whose icicles have fallen and whose fate is unknown.

“Very good, my people, you have made the right choice.”

The witch king's tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the residents who had participated in the Blue Sky Project immediately prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to the Sky Witch King.

The residents who remained watched their actions with eyes blazing with fury, their anger almost bursting forth.

The entire mudstone team stood in front of the residents, without explaining anything, silently forming a line and protecting them behind them.

The residents who were standing there were all moved by what they saw.

Finally, one of the infected individuals gritted his teeth and walked over to the mudstone team.

At this moment, he was no longer the one being protected, but a rebel, rebelling against the cruelty of the Witch King, against the injustice of the world, and against the arrangements of fate.

Inspired by the infected person's action, other residents followed suit.