Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Damn it, Qi Yan still remembers that show of his. Is he going to rush up and punch each of us later?"

"Quickly, quick, accelerate the plan! We can't let Qi Yan play around like this anymore, he seems to be getting a little carried away!"

The group of "Queen's Voices" quickly reached a consensus and then pushed the companion who was playing the role of a nobleman out.

The 'noble lord's' lips twitched twice as he forced himself to calm down.

Facing the onrushing group of rebels, he arrogantly raised his chin and shouted:

“A bunch of lowly fools, how dare you offend the dignity of this Earl! Let me give you the punishment you deserve.”

As soon as the words "noble lord" fell, the Sky Witch King suddenly let out a loud shout.

The sound waves compressed the air, forming visible, semi-transparent ripples that instantly enveloped everyone on the ground.

The rebels felt as if they had been struck on the head with a hammer; their ears were ringing, and their bodies went limp as they collapsed to the ground.

The mudstone team was in slightly better condition, but they were still unsteady on their feet and could barely stand.

Qi Yan looked around and saw that Anto was unharmed and looked bewildered, which meant that the Witch King had deliberately avoided her.

Qi Yan quickly pressed her little head down and pulled her down to lie down with him.

The two lay on the ground, whispering in unison, scolding each other:

"You're so stupid! Your acting is so bad. I'm punishing you by making you go back and buy a copy of 'The Down Acting Rules' from Kroos to study properly."

Anto ignored Qi Yan's ramblings, struggled to lift his head, and asked:

"what happened?"

"The Boss has entered the second stage!" Qi Yan replied immediately.

Chapter 380 The Second Stage Witch King: A Strange Mechanism!

Obviously, Anto is not an internet addict, nor has she ever played Arknights, so she doesn't know anything about the second phase.

But Anto understands the Qi language.

"Is your plan about to move to the next stage?" Anto asked in a low voice. "Just how many stages have you prepared to torture the residents of Wolumonde?"

Qi Yan wore a very kind expression:

"Don't worry, it's just two steps. After all, we're not Haisi."

Anto pursed her lips; she couldn't understand it again, but she still managed to grasp what Qi Yan was trying to say.

The Wolumonde farce is finally coming to an end.

Anto secretly glanced around, seeing only devastation and ruins, with flames burning everywhere, and a pillar of ice that seemed to never melt standing proudly amidst the flames.

Others didn't have the same leisure and inclination as Anto.

The rebels were in a state of unprecedented depression. Everyone was overwhelmed by the sonic boom of the Witch King, and even Logos had to retreat a distance.

The Witch King's roar came in waves, spreading out and echoing like sonar.

The returning waves of sound also carried a large number of people.

The resistance fighters struggled to their feet, looked up at the figures, and then froze in shock.

Those figures fluttering and tumbling amidst the roar were the traitors who had escaped earlier.

At this moment, the traitors looked ferocious, as if they were enduring some unspeakable pain, but they were swept up by the sound waves and could not even scream.

"My slaves, the time has come to show your loyalty."

High above, the Witch King roared with majesty: "Offer your blood, offer your lives, offer your souls! Your sacrifices will become my nourishment. Be grateful and reverent, and enjoy them!"

As the Witch King finished speaking, the bodies of those traitors twisted into inhuman shapes, as if being wrung out like towels, drawing out large amounts of blood.

Looking out, the entire sky above Wolumonde had turned into a crimson ocean, and at the center of the surging waves was the phantom of the Witch King.

After absorbing the blood, the Witch King's phantom became increasingly solid, until it was almost a physical entity.

"The Witch King... the Witch King actually sacrificed his subordinates as nourishment for himself?!"

One person exclaimed in surprise, and then he realized that he had regained the right to speak.

After this person started it, the others also began to utter horrified cries.

Everyone who looked up at the Witch King bathed in a sea of ​​blood in the sky felt a chill run down their spines.

If they treat their own people this way, what will become of their enemies?

Just as the rebel ranks were gripped by panic, the Witch King roared once more:

"Not enough, this is far from enough!"

He waved again, this time targeting the 'noble' team.

The 'noble' group immediately erupted in gasps of alarm as their bodies were uncontrollably swept up by the blood mist and sent flying into the air.

The Queen, playing the Count, unleashed her full acting potential, vividly portraying the mixture of surprise and anger on her face:

"Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"

Your resurrection was only possible because of my meticulous planning!

The Witch King sneered and said disdainfully:

"Are you trying to curry favor with me? The greatest honor I can bestow upon you is the nourishment that will allow me to fully resurrect."

The empress's face immediately darkened, and she roared sharply:

"You arrogant and conceited old man, your brain has probably been in hell for too long and is completely rotten. Did you think I didn't have a backup plan?"

As the Queen's stern shout faded, a large number of blood-red arrays suddenly appeared in Wolumondene, engulfing the blood mist released by the Witch King.

The Witch King's newly solidified body vanished once more.

Faced with the Queen's voice's counter-strategy, the Witch King appeared somewhat angry, but not surprised:

"Naive! You think you're on the second floor while I'm on the first... Ouch, and then... and then actually I'm on the fifth floor!"

The Witch King almost forgot his lines halfway through his performance, and then he noticed the Queen's voices trying hard to suppress their laughter, which enraged him.

He snorted, "Let me show you my backup plan... tsk, my contingency plan!"

The Witch King stumbled over his lines again, and finally just let loose, starting to make things up on the spot:

"Come forth, my carefully prepared nutrients!"

The Witch King roared and raised his hands high, summoning a large amount of blood mist from within the city of Wolumond. Figures flickered within the blood mist; it was none other than Severin and the military police who had disappeared after their defeat.

The voices of the Queen all changed their expressions drastically.

The Witch King didn't give them a chance to continue speaking. He simply raised his hand and pointed, refining several military police officers and absorbing them into his semi-transparent phantom.

The rebels below were both surprised and delighted to see the two sides suddenly turning on each other.

What's shocking is how cunning these powerful figures are, with schemes layer upon layer, even plotting against their own people, so cold-blooded as to be utterly inhuman.

What was encouraging was that the two sides suddenly started fighting amongst themselves, which gave them a glimmer of hope.

"Tsk tsk, this Witch King's brain is truly rotten."

In the crowd, Qi Yan couldn't help but complain: "What a great script it was! I was planning to have Kroos help me edit it into a movie after I got back to Rhodes Island, and it would be a huge hit."

Anto: "..."

She looked Qi Yan up and down for a few moments, then asked, puzzled:

"But didn't you say before that your terminal broke down when you fought the Gemini Queens? What were you going to use to film?"

"Are you stupid, girl?" Qi Yan tapped Anto on the head. "I'm the lead actor. Have you ever seen a movie lead actor carrying a camera? Even Director Nian and Yi Si wouldn't dare to do that."

I appointed two good-for-nothing guys to be my cameramen, and I already had a premonition that my films would be box office hits and I would become the most popular director on the continent.

"At that point, even Kal'tsit will have to beg me to give her a shot, hehehe!"

Qi Yan grinned lewdly, feeling a surge of secret pleasure just from imagining Kal'tsit acting cute towards him.

As Qi Yan was lost in his fantasy, the situation in the sky changed once again.

Logos swung his bone pen, releasing a large number of golden runes to suppress the Witch King.

At the same time, he looked down and shouted to the rebel ranks below:

"Go and destroy the formation set up by the nobles, otherwise the Witch King will regain control of the blood mist in the formation once he gains the upper hand!"

The rebels, as if waking from a dream, finally realized what they could do and began to spontaneously form small teams.

"Wait a minute, each team is paired with several infected individuals. Non-infected individuals do not have the medium to release the spells and cannot use Originium Arts to destroy the formation."

A relatively calm non-infected person spoke up and stepped forward to grab an infected person, their eyes sincere and earnest, without the slightest discrimination or fear.

The others realized what was happening and chimed in to agree.

"That's right, in this situation, infected people are our main force."

"We're sending a few more infected to our team. The infected will only need to deal with the magic circle; we'll protect you if you encounter any danger."

"Damn it, there aren't enough infected people. Maybe I should just go all out and find a piece of Originium to infect myself!"

The last guy, who was clearly out of control, was stopped by all the infected in unison as soon as he finished talking nonsense.

Then, the people in the group looked into the eyes of their companions around them, and for some reason, even though the danger still hung over their heads like a sword, they couldn't help but smile.

The smiles quickly faded again. After the rebels split into small teams, they encouraged each other and then scattered and rushed toward the arrays that covered the city.

Chapter 381 Anto's Little Classroom

Qi Yan and Anto also received team invitations.

Looking into the sincere eyes of those people, Anto felt a pang of worry.

Her gaze fell on Qi Yan beside her, and she found that the latter was indeed excited, patting his chest and loudly guaranteeing his abilities, his hand speed so fast that it was almost blurry.

The residents who had sent out the team invitations were frightened by Qi Yan's actions and quickly waved their hands to stop him.

Then a woman in her thirties with a dignified demeanor stepped forward and introduced herself as the temporary squad leader to Qi Yan and the other person. Although her face was covered with some dust, it could not hide her originally gentle appearance.

However, being chosen as the squad leader in this situation certainly wasn't based on looks.

The squad leader spoke calmly and composedly, and after introducing himself, he began to finalize the battle plan:

"Wolumond is in chaos right now. The crisis may come from hidden enemies or from the surrounding environment. You two are responsible for dealing with the magic circle, and we will deal with any unexpected events."

After confirming that Qi Yan and Anto understood, she turned around and led the way toward the magic circle closest to the group.

Anto secretly tugged at Qi Yan's sleeve and whispered a warning:

"We've finally managed to get everyone together, so don't cause any more trouble."

"Am I, Qi Xiaobai, the kind of person who likes to cause trouble?" Qi Yan glared at her. "An honest Rupert like me is hard to find even with a lantern on this land."

But now there's a problem: I don't understand magic circles. How do I destroy them? Do I just use the Bloodline Slash?

Anto felt a sense of helplessness.

She glanced at her spirited teammates beside her and lowered her voice:

"It would be easier for you to just kill them, but ordinary infected people don't have your strength. Putting aside whether they can withstand the power of the magic array, the energy turbulence that erupts after the magic array is violently broken is enough to give them a hard time."

The correct approach is to use one's Originium Arts to infiltrate the array's structure, creating an energy resonance within it, thereby disrupting the array's circuitry..."

Anto explained very carefully, thoroughly informing Qi Yan of the principles and procedures.

Unfortunately, Qi Yan was already in a daze when Anto finished speaking.

"...I suddenly understand how you feel when I say things you can't understand." Qi Yan tugged at his wolf ears, his expression one of utter pain.

Anto was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make.

On this land, people generally rely on Originium Arts or Originium Arts creations to fight. Besides talent determining the starting point, the most important thing about Originium Arts is systematically learning how to operate it.

In other words, most of the top performers are academic geniuses!

This was the first time Anto had ever seen someone like Qi Yan, who knew nothing but was invincible in a fight.

"Forget it, you should just stand aside and not cause any trouble." Anto scratched his head, completely giving up on Qi Yan.

As they spoke, the group arrived in front of the target magic circle.