Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Marna pointed at Qi Yan's face: "Your hair... has faded."

Qi Yan: "..."

It's obvious that my younger sister really hates her new hair color!

"Oh, poor little Platinum." Qi Yan sighed to the sky.

Why is it that when talking to Qi Yan, we always have to go through this kind of disjointed and rambling conversation?

He shifted his position, away from Qi Yan who was frantically losing color, and asked:

"Can I leave now?"

"Of course, I'm just afraid you might have some misunderstanding about Rhodes Island, so I'm leaving you here to see Rhodes Island's methods and style."

Qi Yan grinned and said, "I'll say it again: Lin Guang has found her own path. We will support her, but we will not interfere with her progress."

Furthermore, Rhodes Island's doors are always open for you; once you've completed your journey, we welcome you back.

Marna looked at Qi Yan, whose face was completely blue, as if he had just washed his face in a dye vat, and his lips twitched slightly.

He admitted that he was somewhat tempted, but looking at Qi Yan at this moment, he just couldn't bring himself to take it seriously.

“Let’s wait until Rhodes Island actually succeeds before we talk about it,” Marna said stubbornly. “Besides, what are you going to do next… never mind, never mind.”

Anyway, I'm not planning to go out for the next few days.

Marna silently added a sentence in her heart.

Qi Yan jumped up, hands on his hips, a smug smile spreading across his blue face:

"That fool Aba Aba thinks he can see through everything, but he'll never know how many little secrets I have in my grasp!"

Since he wants me to focus on making money, I'm going to do the opposite and go brush up on gel!

Its main theme is rebellion!

Chapter 439 Knightly Duel Outside the Arena

The city's neon lights seem to never go out.

Bustling streets are never short of busy figures rushing by.

Pedestrians, neon lights, and the city are like a whole; the city exists because of its people, and the people are trapped in the city and cannot be free.

A lone figure walks aimlessly down the street.

He knew what he was doing, but he didn't know where he was going.

"The Heavenly Path... Khan... the last descendant..."

The Nightmare Knight's voice came from under his helmet, deep and suppressed.

He walked against the flow of people into the empty, deserted streets, as if he could leave the city's glory behind.

"You actually asked me what I'm doing..."

The Nightmare Knight recalled his conversation with Old F not long ago, and he didn't know whether he felt angry, disappointed, or confused.

"The Heavenly Path, a trial that every member of the clan must undergo upon reaching adulthood, has now..."

The Nightmare Knight muttered to himself, "I must find my trial grounds and complete my heavenly journey. This city is disappointing; it is not my trial grounds."

He kept talking to himself, his steps never faltering, yet he wasn't leaving the city.

The Nightmare Knight looked up at the bright lights that had already moved away from him, where a huge curtain of light seemed to cover the night sky.

The images of various popular knights were projected onto the screen, including the Radiant Knight, known as the hope of the infected, the Candle Knight, who had just been defeated but whose popularity remained undiminished, and a burly figure encased in dark red armor.

The Nightmare Knight remembers these people, and he longs to fight them, defeat them, and prove his destiny.

But at this moment, unexpected trouble has inexplicably found its way to him.

The Nightmare Knight withdrew his gaze, his eyes landing on the darkness not far away.

The heavy breathing sounded like a broken blower, the armor clattered against each other as they walked, and their footsteps seemed to viciously stomp on the Nightmare Knight's heart.

"What are you?" the Nightmare Knight asked, puzzled.

"Gah...gaah..."

A strange cry, like that of a wild beast, completely unlike anything a human could make, came from the air.

A Sarkaz clad in heavy armor appeared before the Nightmare Knight. He held a massive black bow with obvious Originium Arts fluctuations on its surface, clearly imbued with some kind of magic. Beneath his helmet, his blue eyes were filled with chaos and madness, revealing no trace of reason.

The Nightmare Knight's gaze swept over Sarkaz, lingered briefly on the broken chains hanging behind him, and finally looked behind Sarkaz.

"You... Nightmare... Die..."

A dull, mechanical voice came through.

Another Sarkaz, dressed and sized exactly like the previous one, emerged from the darkness. His massive warhammer was covered in scratches and even had dried blood congealed on it, exuding a menacing aura.

The Nightmare Knight let out a sigh.

He didn't pay much attention to the two Sarkaz who had suddenly appeared; he simply looked again at the lights in the distance.

"This city has become so corrupt that it is beyond redemption. A magnificent steel behemoth has created another kind of monster. Is this also a symbol of the rise of civilization?"

No one answered the Nightmare Knight's exclamation; the two Sarkaz were clearly acting on orders.

Their remaining rationality wouldn't allow them to think; they were merely killing machines transformed from humans. Completing their missions and returning to report was their only remaining value.

The bowstring was taut, making a sickeningly sharp, creaking sound.

Arrows imbued with purple light pierced the air.

The Nightmare Knight stood still, his weapon sweeping across, instantly severing the arrow. But the next second, a hammer, carrying unparalleled momentum, descended from the sky.

Dust billowed into the sky, the city's smooth ground shattered under the hammer blow, stones and tiles flew everywhere, smashing surrounding facilities and leaving large and small craters on the building walls.

The already dim streetlights went out completely, but in the instant the light disappeared, the cold glint of the blade flashed.

The dust and smoke were split in two, and the scimitar pressed against the handle of the warhammer, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing.

With a low shout from the Nightmare Knight, the massive Sarkaz wielding his warhammer was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a wall and being buried under the rubble.

With a single strike, Nightmare Knight completely overwhelmed the Sarkaz in both strength and skill, but his counterattack was not over yet.

With a sweeping motion, the Nightmare Knight aimed the tip of his blade at the Sarkaz who was drawing his bow.

The Originium Arts activated silently, and a black phantom emerged from the shadow beneath Sarkaz's feet, transforming into several withered arms that pinned the bow-wielding Sarkaz to the ground.

Nightmare Knight walked up to Sarkaz, looked down at his mindless opponent, and noticed the insignia on his armor.

He couldn't help but let out a mournful laugh:

"You, you're actually knights... You wretched creatures, how dare you call yourselves knights..."

Raising his scimitar, the Nightmare Knight decided to end this tedious battle.

A low shout came from afar.

Just before the Nightmare Knight's scimitar fell, Toran rushed to the scene and pleaded, "Please, have mercy!"

"They were defeated by me, and I have the right to deal with them." The Nightmare Knight spoke coldly, but his movements slowly came to a halt.

Toran grinned sheepishly and repeatedly bowed to the Nightmare Knight:

“They are my kinsmen, and I cannot bear to see them suffer such a fate in Kazimierz. Hand them over to me.”

"...of the same clan...ah."

Upon hearing this word, the Nightmare Knight couldn't help but think of Old Frey.

He scoffed and stepped back: "Dirty stuff, not even worthy of being called spoils of war for my Heavenly Path."

"Cripple one arm off each of them as a lesson, and take them away; they're no longer in the way."

After saying that, the Nightmare Knight raised his scimitar again, regardless of Toran's reaction.

Toran blinked, feeling a pang of reluctance, but also knowing it was inappropriate to be generous with other people's money.

After all, if Nightmare Knight hadn't been strong enough, these two Sarkaz would have killed him before he even arrived.

"Wait! Spare his life!"

Just before the Nightmare Knight was about to strike again, another low shout came from afar.

Nightmare Knight: "..."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Toran quickly turned his head and exclaimed in surprise:

"Holy crap, where did this little blue guy come from?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan's blue face darkened, and he suddenly sped up and kicked Tolan in the face.

Toran screamed, staggered back several steps, quickly regained his balance, touched his face, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Hey, doesn't it hurt?!"

"If it doesn't hurt anymore, try this?"

The staff slammed into Toran's face, creating an artificial dimple.

Toran shrank back, quickly shutting his mouth and hiding to the side with an embarrassed smile.

Having dealt with the menace of Toran, Qi Yan turned to look at the Nightmare Knight, and their eyes met.

The Nightmare Knight hesitated for a moment: "You..."

"That's right, it's me, the little knight who met you at the bar last time!" Qi Yan crossed his arms and rattled off his self-introduction.

“…So blue.” The Nightmare Knight then added.

Qi Yan: "..."

Chapter 440 Friends are for betraying.

The street became quiet after the Nightmare Knight's words, with only the subdued Sarkaz emitting unconscious growls.

Toran stood beside Qi Yan, constantly giving the Nightmare Knight meaningful glances, signaling him not to provoke this great god.

Unfortunately, if the Nightmare Knight could understand such a hint, he wouldn't be the Nightmare Knight.

"You... are you trying to stop me from disposing of my spoils?" The Nightmare Knight's blade swept past his feet, leaving a scratch on the ground.

Qi Yan smacked his lips, temporarily setting aside the Nightmare Knight's hurtful words, and shook his head, saying:

"Why would I stop you? These two are no good. They even fought Little Maria in the arena before."

"You said before, spare their lives," the Nightmare Knight stubbornly emphasized.

Qi Yan waved his hand: "That's right, I think it's a waste for you to just chop up the spoils of war."

Would you like to hear some better suggestions?

Before the Nightmare Knight could speak, Qi Yan continued:

"When you Nightmares complete your Heavenly Path, you certainly don't just kill your prey and discard it, right?"

Seeing the Nightmare Knight nod, Qi Yan slammed his fist into his palm and exclaimed excitedly:

“These prey all have their unique value. Some can be tamed into helpers, some can be sold for money, and some can be released, then tracked down to their hideout and wiped out in one fell swoop!”

These two guys you have have all three!

"You mean..." the Nightmare Knight seemed to understand, "to use them to find the person behind it all?"

Qi Yan nodded repeatedly.

Toran's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly beside him.

If it were him, he certainly wouldn't recklessly go to the enemy's hideout; that would be suicide.

But with Qi Yan taking the lead, this is a great opportunity to avenge his two unfortunate compatriots!

Unfortunately, if the Nightmare Knight were interested in such things, he wouldn't be the Nightmare Knight.

After leaving those words behind, the Nightmare Knight didn't even bother to deal with the two Sarkaz before turning and leaving.

"Hey, don't go."

Qi Yan quickly shouted, "If you just leave like this, wouldn't it make it seem like I'm stealing your spoils for nothing?"