Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The fear in their hearts still lingered, but their gazes hardened.

They feared death, feared the seemingly invincible witch king in the sky, but they feared even more dying without dignity.

Since things have come to this, rather than kneeling on the ground and being mocked and tortured by the enemy, it is better to choose to resist.

More and more people are standing shoulder to shoulder with the Mudrock Squad. Here, there is no longer a distinction between infected and uninfected, between men and women, young and old, or between social status and position.

Mudrock raised his hand and clenched his fist, the Originium Arts radiance shining brightly, and the previously collapsed rock colossus stood up again.

"team leader……"

The Sarkaz hesitated, as if they wanted to say something but then stopped themselves.

Mudstone slowly shook his head, his tone firm:

"Regardless of the truth and the outcome, their will is noble, and that is my respect for them."

Soldiers, take up your weapons!

The Sarkaz gritted their teeth, their hearts burning with fury.

To those who betrayed us, and to those in power in Letania who devised this plan.

On this land, the lives of ordinary people are already difficult enough, so why should they become the subjects of experiments for those in power?

"Don't hate."

Mudrock seemed to sense the Sarkaz's emotions and suddenly spoke up: "Those who dare to break the deadlock, those who dare to bear the consequences, and those who dare to shoulder the infamy are far better than those who hesitate in place."

The suffering of this land is etched deep into the souls of everyone. To change suffering, one must first change oneself. He was a pioneer, walking ahead of everyone, paving the way for Letania's future...

The Sarkaz remained silent.

Mudstone looked at them and continued:

“We are destined not to become him, but we have our own path. We are rebels, and we can choose our own battle.”

Gradually, the deep-seated confusion in the eyes of the Sarkaz disappeared, and their minds returned to calm and determination.

The surrounding residents only vaguely understood the riddle about the mudstone, but they knew that these Sarkaz, as outsiders, were not standing idly by at this critical moment in Wolumond's life or death, but had chosen to stand before them.

that's enough!

Anto turned to look at Qi Yan, who seemed to be in pain as if he had hemorrhoids, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

But she forced a straight face and said seriously:

"You can join Mudrock's team, but only as a bystander. Protecting the rebels is my responsibility, Mudrock's, and the others. You are not allowed to participate in the fight!"

"Such a good thing?" Qi Yan's face lit up with joy. "Don't worry, I, Qi Xiaobai, will now become a bard!"

"It's impossible for me to take action; I'll never do it in my life. I can only sing and let out a few mournful cries to make a living."

Anto rolled his eyes, ignored Qi Yan's ramblings, and led the way to join the resistance.

Although this is just a script orchestrated by someone else, Anto still wants to do her best to protect these people in her own way, which is her choice as a Rhodes Island operator.

Above the sky, the Witch King silently watched the residents, led by Mudrock, regain their will to resist, a faint smile curving his illusory lips.

He then looked down at the traitors who were kowtowing incessantly, his gaze suddenly turning brutal and icy:

"stand up!"

The traitors looked up in bewilderment, not understanding why the Witch King had suddenly become angry.

One of them noticed that Mudrock and his group of rebels were striding towards them, and he trembled in fright, hurriedly saying:

"Your Majesty, the Witch King, please take action to suppress those unruly people! How dare they offend your holy might!"

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

The Witch King roared, his voice like thunder exploding in the ears of these traitors.

The traitor who had spoken screamed, blood streaming from his ears, his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp.

No one expected that the Witch King would kill a young life with just a single sentence. Fear returned to the faces of the traitors, and they knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Heh heh heh, a bunch of stupid guys."

A haughty voice suddenly came from afar.

The traitors looked up in surprise and disbelief, only to find a group of people walking out in front of them.

Everyone in the group was spotless, as if the Witch King's rampage hadn't affected them at all. One of them even wore a somewhat familiar, rather comical little red hat.

At the very center of the group stood a middle-aged man with elegant manners and an arrogant expression, clearly the leader of the group, a nobleman.

The nobleman glanced coldly at the traitors and sneered:

“You lowly commoners, understand your place. You are nothing but our lackeys, slaves of His Majesty the Witch King.”

Do you see those ants who dare to provoke His Majesty the Witch King?

"Go, kill them! This is the highest honor you can have as slaves!"

The traitors were immediately dumbfounded.

They chose to betray the nobles in order to curry favor with them, but after the deed was done, the nobles' attitude towards them completely reversed.

The declaration of the Blue Sky Project still seemed to echo in the ears of these traitors, forming a striking contrast with the nobles who stood high above them, coldly looking down at them.

The nobleman looked at the stunned traitors and sneered:

"It seems you haven't figured out your place yet. Someone, help them come to their senses."

One of the guards beside the nobleman immediately stepped forward, drew his staff from his waist, and activated his Originium Arts, piercing directly through the chest of a traitor.

The guards, whose true identities were those of the Queen's Voice, not only did not hesitate to kill those who dared to secretly pledge allegiance to the Witch King, but also found it incredibly satisfying.

A series of terrified gasps rang out from the ranks of traitors, and many even had dark stains on their crotches.

The nobleman spoke again: "Rise and serve His Majesty the Witch King!"

The traitors were terrified, but dared not resist. One by one, they scrambled to their feet, their hands and feet trembling, and turned to look at Ni Yan and the others who were charging straight at them.

They regretted it; they never expected the change in the nobles' attitudes to be so outrageous.

The tragic state of these traitors was witnessed by Ni Yan and the others. Ni Yan sighed inwardly, while the rebels around her were greatly encouraged, feeling a surge of relief in their chests and a sense of clarity.

"Kill them! Even if we ultimately fail to defeat the Witch King, we must take these traitors' filthy lives with us before we die!"

Shouts echoed through the ranks of the rebels, and the pace of their charge quickened once more.

Just as the rebels' morale was rising, a roar suddenly erupted from the ruins of a distant town.

Golden runes surged from the ground, rising against the phantom of the Witch King in the sky.

Logos was covered in numerous wounds, from which blood was constantly flowing, and there was a noticeable red swelling on his handsome cheek.

He paid no attention to his 'injuries' all over his body, only covering his face with one hand, his eyes filled with a fire that was hard to tell whether it was fighting spirit or anger, his momentum was overwhelming, and the bone pen in his hand pointed directly at the phantom of the Witch King.

"Witch King, you can't kill us!"

Logos' infectious shouts reached the ears of every rebel.

The morale of the rebels surged to its peak in an instant!

Chapter 379 The Bards cried out in unison: A mournful cry, a mournful cry, a mournful cry!

Above Wolumond, Logos unleashed his Originium Arts, soaring upwards, his bone pen held ramrod straight as if he wanted to shove it directly into the Witch King's nostril.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Witch King decisively chose to first dodge Logos's angry stab, and then commanded the red mist to counterattack.

The two clashed again in the air, their battle noticeably more intense than before. In addition to exchanging magical attacks, they also kept looking for opportunities to get close and unleash physical spells on each other.

The powerful return of Logos has pushed the battle to a new peak.

On the ground, the rebels raised iron bars and stones they had picked up along the way and launched a final charge against the traitors, whose faces were filled with fear.

One of the white-haired Lupo walked through the group, cupping his hands to his mouth like a megaphone and shouting repeatedly:

"Have you felt the children falling apart? Have you heard the city laughing maliciously? You haven't noticed the grass lamenting, have you ever thought... that the lamenting is no longer just lamenting, and the malicious laughter is no longer just malicious laughter?"

Anto followed beside him, her face flushed with anger, wishing she could pounce on his back and cover his mouth with her hands.

Fortunately, the rebels were too caught up in the moment to notice the details of Qi Yan's chanting. Instead, their fighting spirit rose again because of the emotional inflection in Qi Yan's voice.

The traitors, forced to meet the onslaught, felt a chill run down their spines at the sight of the massive rebel force. Many of them, even before the fighting began, were already darting around, searching for a way to escape.

Unfortunately, the mudstone didn't give them that chance. The commanding rock colossus took the lead, charging to the front of the rebel ranks and raising its fist high.

The red rock behemoth unleashed astonishing power; with a single punch, the earth trembled, and the booming sound even subtly suppressed the momentum of the two combatants in the air.

A large number of traitors screamed as they flew high into the air, but many more traitors no longer had the chance to scream.

"Even if we ultimately cannot resist the Witch King, we will still resist!"

"Betrayal will surely be defeated by justice, and dreams will surely overcome all obstacles!"

The rebels, chanting slogans, clashed with the traitors, resulting in a bloody fight on both sides.

But anyone could see that the traitors' counterattack was weak, and they were only thinking about how to escape and save their lives. On average, three to five of them had to fall before one of the rebels was injured and fell.

If any of the rebels are wounded, their comrades will rush to their aid and remove them from the fighting area.

The traitors fought their own battles, and no matter how warmly they met or how close they were to each other in normal times, they were like strangers at this moment, and they would not stop their escape even if they fell in front of them.

Within ten minutes, the traitor's group fell apart, with most of them being defeated by the resistance forces and the rest scattering and fleeing.

After the traitor's group fled, the rebels all turned their attention to the 'noble' group not far away.

The previously high fighting spirit froze at this moment.

"We...we've won...but what about these nobles?"

"Should we fight them? They're nobles..."

These Leitanians' fear of the powerful and wealthy had been ingrained in their very bones for years. No matter how strongly they had previously proclaimed their authority, when faced with the real power and wealth, they still felt genuine resistance and fear.

The mudstone silently controlled the colossal rock to stop its advance, refraining from making any pronouncements at this juncture.

She can lead these residents in rebellion, but she can't help them make decisions.

The Sarkaz fell silent.

They knew that if they were to be overwhelmed by habitual thinking at such a time, all their previous efforts would be in vain.

Just as the resistance's morale was starting to wane, a shout suddenly rang out from within the ranks:

"What are you hesitating about? Have you forgotten your own experience of being oppressed by the powerful and wealthy?"

Or is it that you live too comfortably and have never been persecuted by the powerful and wealthy?

People instinctively looked at the person who had shouted, and then Mud Rock and the others were all stunned.

The one who spoke was none other than Qi Yan!

At this moment, Qi Yan was filled with anger, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, saying:

"If you don't have any, then get out of the way. I'm going to launch a final assault on those nobles. I'm going to kill them!"

Do you know the pain I felt when the music program I painstakingly created was destroyed in front of me because of the scheming and backstabbing of those powerful people? My heart was bleeding!

Countless nights I've woken up in terror, my pillow soaked with tears. That program was my life's work, yet it was destroyed like a joke because of the power struggles among these elites—completely destroyed!

Qi Yan spoke with heartfelt sincerity, and there were even tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. He tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle to prevent himself from shedding tears.

A sense of sorrow spread through Qi Yan, like a virus, reaching outwards.

“This young man is right. The farmland that my ancestors cultivated for generations was destroyed by a nobleman who wanted to build a manor. He thought my farmland would ruin the scenery!”

“My son was hit by a nobleman’s carriage in the street because he couldn’t dodge in time, and the nobleman sent men to beat him to death… My poor little Paul!”

More and more people are being awakened to the deepest pain within them, and the flames of anger are reignited, this time even carrying hatred.

The rebels looked at the noble procession again, no longer hesitant or afraid, and took firm steps forward once more.

Qi Yan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and secretly grinned at Anto beside her.

"You liar, you don't even think before you lie!" Anto rolled his eyes.

"Slander! Be careful, or I'll sue you for slander with Kal'tsit." Qi Yan's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "Everything I said is the truth. If you don't believe me, you can go to the White Queen to verify it yourself."

Anto pursed his lips, ignored Qi Yan, and turned to help the injured rebels suppress their injuries.

On the other side, the noble team disguised as the Queen's Voices instinctively took a few steps back.