Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Jamie went on and on, imagining that Qi Yan was expressing his gratitude for his help and protection before his death, and that he was saying his final goodbye.

"What a good child, how could he... God, how could you be so cruel!"

Tears welled up in Jamie's eyes inside his helmet, blurring his vision.

Within his blurry vision, a surge of red magical energy suddenly erupted from Qi Yan's illusory figure.

'Good boy' let out a piercing, eerie laugh:

"Hehehe! You ants, eat my horse-binding spell!"

Chapter 400 Isamara's Blessing

A crimson mist filled the arena, shrouding the figures of the participating knights and making them appear and disappear.

But nobody is paying attention to those unlucky riders anymore.

The audience was completely silent; even the usually talkative Mob forgot to give his commentary.

The red vines, entirely formed from magic, stretched out their branches, coiling around the rusted bronze knight and his companions as if they were alive.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Such powerful strength... no, my strength is weakening, this damned spell is draining my life force... ah!"

"Don't kill me, I was wrong, I didn't do anything, I was just standing by."

For the first time ever, all the participating knights on the field reached a consensus.

A chorus of screams.

Under the Witch King's magic, these poor gladiators had no chance to resist and were suspended in mid-air like crabs bound hand and foot.

As the magical vines continued to drain their life force, their resistance weakened, while the power of the vines increased, squeezing and deforming their armor, causing large amounts of blood to gush out from the gaps and cracks in their armor.

Qi Yan held his staff and with a gentle wave, the magical vines flung away the heavy axe that was hovering in front of him.

"Old man, give me some steam," Qi Yan said disdainfully. "Not to mention the colors don't even match, I've sacrificed all these knights' personal horses to you, and this is all the strength you've got?"

The Witch King roared, "Does a verbal sacrifice count as a sacrifice?"

"And you didn't even mention using some Originium or taking a sip of sanity potion; you relied entirely on the little power I accumulated myself. Do you think everyone can recover to full strength with just a nap like you?"

"Alright, alright, why are you getting so worked up?"

Qi Yan clicked his tongue and waved his staff, directing the magical vines to swing and crash against the Rusty Bronze Knight and the others in mid-air, as if playing a 3D pinball game.

The crisp sound of armor clashing echoed across the arena, accompanied by the screams of the knights, providing background music for Qi Yan, who was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Because of his superior strength, the Bronze Knight was honored to receive two extra magical vines from the Witch King, and was currently in the worst condition.

His vision spun around, constantly bumping into someone he couldn't quite place, almost knocking his brain out of his head.

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"

The Rusty Bronze Knight was no longer as imposing as before. His body tumbled through the air as he begged for mercy, his voice trailing off: "Spare me, and I can give you money, give you status, and let you join my knightly order!"

Without uttering a word, they continued to command the magical vines.

The other five knights cried out in unison as they were dragged by magical vines and slammed towards the Rusty Bronze Knight.

The rusted bronze knight's armor let out a mournful cry and shattered into countless fragments, revealing the knight's battered body beneath.

"Cough... How dare you..."

The rusted bronze knight gradually went mad: "How dare you treat me like this? You are a noble knight!"

"Just an infected person... cough... you'll regret this. If you dare kill me, you'll be hunted down by the Business Federation. No one can protect you, you lowly, filthy infected person, you'll regret this!"

"Oh dear, look, they're getting anxious."

Qi Yan grinned and pointed at the rusty bronze knight, then tossed him up again.

As the Bronze Knight soared into the air, his figure fully exposed to the audience, the magical vines suddenly loosened.

Before the rusted bronze knight could even catch his breath, five whooshing sounds came from the air.

The five competing knights were hurled by the vines one after another, crashing into the rusty bronze knight like marbles.

The rusted bronze knight flew backward at an increasingly faster speed, his figure rising higher and higher, until, right before everyone's eyes, he soared over the stands, over the towering arena walls, and disappeared from the crowd's sight.

Qi Yan stared in the direction where the Rusty Bronze Knight had disappeared, stroked his chin, and belatedly realized:

"Damn it, my sister said Kal'tsit doesn't allow me to kill people, is she going to kill him?"

"Isamara, please let this guy be tough enough, or I'll be hanging on the bridge again."

Muttering to himself, Qi Yan dared not cause any more trouble and asked the Witch King to lift the spell and set the five marble knights free.

The five pinball knights crashed heavily to the ground, rewarding the land with fresh little red flowers.

After doing all this, Qi Yan slowly walked up to Jamie, who was standing there dumbfounded, squatted down, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Jamie, you're not going to hold this against me, are you? I'm just a poor and weak sorcerer. That kick shouldn't have been enough to keep you from getting up."

"I, I, I... you, you, you..."

Jamie snapped out of his daze, but his mouth was clearly not in sync, and he stammered for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

However, the audience didn't have so many twists and turns; after regaining their senses, they erupted in thunderous cheers.

Even the audience who were supporting the Rusty Bronze Knight just a second ago erupted in almost frenzied shouts. Under Qi Yan's visually stunning spell, they even forgot that they had bet on the Rusty Bronze Knight to win, and shouted Qi Yan's knight name at the top of their lungs.

Big Mouth Mob swallowed hard, unsure whether he should continue his commentary as usual at this moment.

After all, this was an infected knight crushing a noble knight; if he uttered a single wrong word, he could disappear from this neon-lit city.

Just as Mob was at a loss, a soft cough came from behind him.

Big Mouth Mob quickly turned his head and recognized the person behind him. His heart suddenly tightened:

"Mr. Markowitz, what's wrong...?"

"Shh, don't mind my arrival." The man in the neat white suit chuckled and shook his head. "I'm just here on orders. Don't think too much about it. Just go ahead and praise that... uh, Little White Knight. Praise him as much as you can. You have to make the Little White Knight happy."

Mob opened his mouth, but after so many years of struggling in this city, he knew exactly what he should do at this moment.

Without asking any questions, Mob turned around, picked up the microphone, and regained his impassioned tone:

"My God, what am I seeing?!"

This newly debuted knight completely fooled us all. His knight title was "Little White," and his performance on the field was just as naive. But then he suddenly used his strength to loudly tell us that he is the true master of the field!

This terrifying magical skill is so powerful that I can't help but wonder what kind of single-word title this little white knight will choose after winning the championship.

Is he the White Knight? Or, like the Blood Knight, will he name himself using Originium Arts and become the Red Knight?

It was clearly just a trivial capture-the-flag competition, but thanks to Mob's nonsense, the champion title was already decided for Qi Yan.

This was exactly what the audience wanted. Everyone stared intently at Qi Yan, clutching their banknotes tightly, their hearts filled with a burning dream of getting rich.

Qi Yan's victory not only ignited the passion within the arena, but its influence also reached the attention of those interested outside the arena.

In an inconspicuous lounge area in the corner of a building, an elegant and warm-looking woman from Elafia silently watched the game on her terminal. Her deep, pale blue eyes, like the sea, shimmered with a captivating light, and her long, golden hair was slightly wavy, obediently hanging down at her side.

This woman, whose beauty was so poetic it was almost unreal, now had a somewhat tense expression.

"This spell..."

Chapter 401 Wei Yanwu: I'm familiar with this move!

"This spell... When did Qi Yan secretly learn Originium Arts?"

As Lin Guang watched Qi Yan's battle scene on the terminal, his handsome, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Beside her, Zofia looked nervous, instinctively gripping her arm and tightening her grip with her fingers.

The little girl whose arm she was holding looked pained, but dared not disturb her aunt who was in such a tense state.

"Zofia, you're hurting Maria."

In the end, Rinko couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to help her sister out.

Zofia gasped and quickly released her hand.

The girl with the same long golden hair as Lin Guang finally escaped her aunt's clutches, rubbing her aching arms repeatedly, her sweet little face scrunched up.

"Stop pretending!" Zofia glared at Maria. "My strength is nothing compared to the opponents you've faced before. Now you know what pain is?"

"Hehehe, Aunt... no, Sister Zofia, I was wrong."

Maria smiled mischievously and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, is this little white knight your companion, sister?"

"He's incredibly strong. I'd only heard rumors about him before, but seeing him in person makes me realize just how powerful he is. If I were to encounter him, I probably wouldn't even last a single round."

Upon hearing Maria's words, Zofia also showed a worried expression:

“Margaret, I noticed that Qi Yan was muttering something before he made his move. I suspect that the Originium Arts he practices belong to the Mystic lineage.”

The longer the incantation takes, the greater the power of Qi Yan's spell. If you engage him in combat, I suggest you quickly close the distance and engage in melee combat.

Listening to Zofia's analysis, Nearl couldn't help but smile wryly.

Normally, there's nothing wrong with Zofia's analytical approach.

But the key point is... Qi Yan isn't normal!

Lin Guang could imagine that if he rushed aggressively in front of Qi Yan, there would only be one possible outcome: he would be slapped into the floor by Qi Yan, and it would take him a long time to get into the floor.

"I'll try to disrupt his chanting with Originium Arts," Nearl said weakly, outlining her tactical plan.

Zofia and Maria sensed Nearl's emotions and were both at a loss for words.

This was the first time they had seen Nearl feel helpless in the face of a powerful enemy. In the past, no matter how strong the opponent was, Nearl could remain calm and come up with a variety of ways to deal with them.

Just as the three of them fell silent, the villa door creaked open.

Marna pushed open the door and entered, carrying a bag in his hand. Inside the bag were thick clothes he had specially prepared in case of the recent strange weather, but unfortunately he hadn't used them.

“Marna”.

The three of them, including Lin Guang, took the initiative to greet each other.

Marna's expression was calm to the point of being indifferent. He glanced at the three of them and, unusually, did not go straight back to the house.

He asked, somewhat casually:

"Why, are you afraid now?"

Lin Guang's lips tightened slightly.

Admittedly, she was somewhat afraid of Qi Yan.

However, Lin Guang's gaze quickly regained its firmness:

“I am indeed afraid. The more people know Qi Yan, the less they dare to stand against him.”

But I will not back down. Fear is an emotion I will not deny, but it cannot stop me from moving forward!

I will prove to everyone what a true knight should be like.

Marna's laughter carried an unspoken contempt, and his tone was tinged with arrogance: "Knights of the Nearl family never need the approval of others."

You shouldn't be thinking about how to become a so-called knight...

Halfway through her speech, Marna suddenly realized she had said too much, so she stopped and started walking up the stairs.

As Lin Guang watched Marna's retreating figure, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Finally, he stopped blaming himself.

"Miss Drosst, what are you looking at?"

A gentle male voice came from behind the woman from Erafia.

The woman turned her gaze away from the terminal, stood up, faced the man, and politely said:

"Nothing, McGee. I was just watching recordings of other knights in the tournament and saw one who seemed a bit unusual."

McKee was dressed in a well-fitting black suit, with a bright blue tie that made him look younger than his middle age.

He looked intently at the gentle woman before him, whose radiant, candle-like presence made him feel somewhat inferior.

Viviana Drost, a girl from Letania, carved out a niche for herself in a foreign land through her own abilities. In this country, she is perhaps better remembered by another name: the Candle Knight.