Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Golden light emerged from the depths of the barren land, and an army clad in magnificent armor marched in with perfectly synchronized steps.

On the desolate land, this army seemed to become the only color in the world, magnificent and beautiful.

"Is it the army, or Her Majesty the Queen's personal guard? The Queen's Voice!"

"My God, am I dreaming? It really is the Queen's voice!"

"We're saved! We're saved!"

The tsunami-like shouts echoed in Severin's ears, wave after wave.

People were shouting, and there were some cries mixed in.

Severin assumed these were just hallucinations he was having before he died, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He had a similar dream before, in which people no longer discriminated against each other, Wolumond was no longer full of strife, warm sunlight shone on the earth, and as far as the eye could see, there were fertile farmlands.

His town, carrying happy people, moves toward the direction of the rising sun.

Chapter 383 The White Queen's Speech: Qi Yan Goes Crazy with Joy

Severin felt a sense of peace, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Just as he was about to give up and sink into the embrace of darkness, he suddenly felt a pain on his face.

Severin's head was slapped to the side, and he opened his eyes in astonishment, only to be met with the smug, smiling face of the white-haired Lupo.

"Wear my little red hat, and you're under my protection. Even the King of Hell can't take you away, I'm telling you." Qi Yan chuckled as he straightened Severin's head again.

Severin wanted to swear, but his physical condition wouldn't allow it.

But soon, Severin forgot his urge to curse and listened blankly to the joyful shouts of the crowd around him.

"Could it be that I'm just imagining things?"

Severin seemed to find a surge of strength from somewhere and turned to look out of the city again.

The magnificent army, seemingly bathed in rosy light, steadily approached Wolumond. Once they had advanced to a certain distance, the army formed a charging formation, with the lead warrior holding a long spear high, pointing directly at the figure of the Witch King in the sky.

The majestic bugle call to charge resounded through the sky.

The army's marching speed suddenly increased, and they began their advance on the Witch King.

High above the sky, the Witch King refined the blood he had plundered, coldly gazing at the army charging towards him from afar.

"An ant trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength!" the Witch King sneered.

"You're still so arrogant."

A majestic voice came from behind the Queen's Voice army.

Then, the White Queen, surrounded by musical notes, soared into the air and stood before the Witch King. Her golden hair and the crimson sky complemented each other, creating a scene of holy radiance.

When the soldiers and civilians of Wolumonde saw the White Queen, even those who did not recognize the elegant and noble woman immediately realized that this was their queen.

The new king and the old king are once again locked in a standoff.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, clenched their fists, and watched the two men, who were on the verge of exchanging blows, with bated breath.

The duel between these two will determine the future of all of them.

The White Queen raised her slender, jade-like fingers, her voice icy:

“Witch King, I do not know why you were able to crawl back from hell, but you have met me again. Now it is time for you to return to your rightful place.”

"Arrogant!" The Witch King roared, seemingly enraged. "Now it's just you alone, along with that useless army. Today I will wash away the humiliation of the past!"

The White Queen paid no heed to the Witch King's provocation, a slight smile playing on her lips as she waved her hand at the army below.

The Queen's Voice army, which was on a forced march, shouted in unison once again.

In an instant, golden Originium Arts fluctuations filled the entire Wolumond, and then surged toward the White Queen.

The White Queen, empowered by an entire army, is like a god descending to earth, with special effects at their peak.

Without uttering a single word, she raised her hand and conjured a golden musical note that blotted out the sky, which she then slammed down on the Witch King's head.

The Witch King, not to be outdone, roared and manipulated the blood mist to surge upwards.

The musical notes collided with the blood mist, erupting with dazzling light and deafening sonic booms.

The residents below Wolumonde covered their ears and had to lower their heads, unable to bear witnessing this epic battle.

When all the sounds disappeared and people looked up again, the illusory image of the Witch King was nothing more than a faint, fading color.

"You are weaker than I thought," the White Queen mocked, before delivering the final blow to the Witch King.

The Witch King roared in resentment, his phantom rushing towards the White Queen as if to perish together with her.

The illusory image of the Witch King, which was already so faint that it was almost invisible, was suppressed in the blink of an eye when faced with the White Queen, who was at the height of her power, and the illusory image shattered.

The confrontation started suddenly and ended even more unexpectedly.

The enemy that the inhabitants of Wolumondene once could not resist with all their might is now being annihilated into nothingness by the White Queen.

Everyone was stunned into silence; only the sound of the army's orderly marching could be heard within the city of Wolumonde.

The White Queen's figure floated down in front of the army, leading them directly to the inhabitants of Wolumond.

"I'm sorry, my people, for making you suffer."

The White Queen spoke gently and even took the initiative to apologize to these commoners.

These words immediately jolted the residents, who were still in shock, awakening them from their daze, and they knelt down with a thud.

Even Severin grabbed Qi Yan's trouser leg tightly, struggling to stand up and kneel.

The White Queen noticed Severin's movements, quickly stepped forward, knelt down, and supported him with both hands:

"Don't act rashly, your injuries are serious."

"...Your Majesty the Empress."

Severin recognized the Queen before him as Captain White, who had recently been involved in the operation in Wolumond.

His face showed awe and lingering fear.

Previously, he had often secretly felt that Captain Bai was naive and inexperienced, like a beautiful vase placed on a tall tower.

The White Queen smiled slightly and said softly:

"Commander Severin, you have done a great job. Please don't worry. I have seen all the contributions you have made to Wolumond."

"I'm so sorry, I left to gather troops to help Wolumond, but I never expected such a huge turn of events to occur during that time."

Severin's doubts from the past few days vanished instantly, leaving only a deep sense of guilt.

"Your Majesty, I am so sorry. I failed to protect Wolumond." Seferin's eyes were streaked with tears.

The White Queen smiled without saying a word, then looked up at the trembling residents around her.

She turned her head and waved to the army behind her.

Without any command, the Queen's Voices all put away their weapons and even took off their protective gear to help the residents up.

The military medics accompanying the troops were busy, constantly using Originium Arts to treat the wounded.

Severin received treatment from three military doctors working together.

Seeing that the residents had been properly resettled, the White Queen stood before everyone and began her speech:

"It is my dereliction of duty as Empress to fail in protecting you all, and I apologize to you."

As she spoke, the White Queen actually bowed to the soldiers and civilians in apology.

This action startled the soldiers and civilians so much that they almost knelt down again, but were stopped by the Queen's voice beside them.

But the residents' gazes toward the White Queen once again revealed boundless reverence and fervor.

In the crowd, Qi Yan asked Anto for paper and pen and quickly wrote down the White Queen's actions.

This was his favorite part of the speech; the White Queen could easily get the audience excited, a textbook example of how to do it.

A fiery emotion couldn't help but surface in Qi Yan's eyes.

At the front of the crowd, the White Queen kept a close eye on Qi Yan's movements. When she saw Qi Yan's reaction, her heart skipped a beat, fearing that this guy might suddenly go crazy.

Fortunately, Qi Yan was eagerly anticipating the White Queen's next speech.

The White Queen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued loudly:

"You are all the pride of Letania, and my pride. You have worked together to overcome the difficulties in the face of the cruel and tyrannical Witch King."

You saved yourselves, you saved Wolumonde... and you saved me.

"If it weren't for your resistance, I would have become the first queen of Letania to fail in her duty. You protected me."

The residents became fearful again, but a surge of intense emotion welled up inside them.

That was pride, that was honor.

Yes, it was their own constant resistance that delayed the Witch King's resurrection, allowing them to hold out until Her Majesty the Queen led her army to Wolumond.

The residents looked at each other, tears welling up in their eyes.

Qi Yan was almost overjoyed, his pen flying across the paper as he meticulously recorded every single detail of the White Queen's actions.

Chapter 384 Return

"Days go by, we'll grow up slowly, I don't care if you understand what I'm singing or not~"

Qi Yan hummed a little tune as he walked alone through the empty streets of Wolumonde.

Three days have passed since the Wolumonde incident. After the White Queen descended to earth and crushed the Witch King, Wolumonde has entered an unprecedented period of great unity.

The previously distinct infected and non-infected districts were given a unified name after the disaster... the Ruins of Wolumonde.

In this small town, the infected and the uninfected achieved a rare atmosphere of coexistence. With the help of the Queen's Voice, people rebuilt their homes, and the infected and the uninfected became neighbors.

Anto is very busy, running around the neighborhood every day, leading a group of doctors from Wolumond to educate residents about Ore disease.

Although Anto, as an operator of Rhodes Island, enjoys seeing Infected and Non-Infected coexist harmoniously, there are times when certain things cannot be ignored, such as the blood of Infected individuals when they develop symptoms, and the Originium crystal clusters that grow on their bodies...

Anto seemed somewhat anxious, always wanting to cram all the knowledge he possessed into the heads of the local doctors and residents at once.

This is tough on those unlucky guys who study so hard every day that they unconsciously keep muttering knowledge points to themselves no matter what they do.

Logos and the Mudrock Squad are also very busy. They have now become great heroes of Wolumond, and are surrounded by people wherever they go. Their popularity is only slightly less than that of the White Queen.

"Oh~ I knew that one day you would fall in love with me, because I think I'm really great~"

Qi Yan pulled out her small notebook and sang with increasing enthusiasm: "Time flies by so quickly, never looking back, beauties turn into...old women~"

As the words "old woman" were sung, Qi Yan turned the corner of the street and saw his destination.

The square was bustling with people, all of whom were gazing expectantly at the elegant figure of the White Queen in the center of the square.

Qi Yan looked at the White Queen, stopped singing, and quietly found a corner to begin his studies for the day.

The White Queen in the middle of the square forced a smile, pretending to turn around and brush a strand of hair behind her ear, but actually secretly rubbing her temples.

With her immense power and expertise in sound-based Originium Arts, she heard a singing voice that seemed to come from the deepest part of the Netherworld.

It was only because of her great strength and expertise in sound-based Originium Arts that she was able to forcefully block the influence of Qi Yan's singing.

But the more she listened to the song, the more familiar it seemed, as if she had heard it somewhere before…

Qi Yan was completely unaware of the impact he had caused, and obediently waited for the White Queen's speech with his notebook in hand.

He had been looking forward to this speech for a long time.

But it seemed as if the land was against him. The more he looked forward to it, the more the White Queen would fidget with her hair and rub her temples, completely out of sorts, and reluctant to begin her speech.

But misfortune followed closely behind, quietly descending upon Qi Yan.

"Qi Yan, we should go!"

Anto's two shapely legs, perfectly proportioned and youthful, thrashed wildly as she charged towards Qi Yan with a fearless momentum, grabbing his arm and trying to take him away.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" Qi Yan immediately struggled.

He was hesitant to use force, fearing he might hurt Anto, and for a moment he was restrained, being pulled away from the square by Anto.

Anto glared at him and said anxiously: