Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"I can't quite figure out what Qi Yan is planning, but he did help us out."

No one needs to report what happened tonight; let it remain a secret.

“Then let’s…” Monique gave up thinking and handed the decision-making power entirely to Roy.

Roy finally caught his breath, straightened up against the wall, and looked back at the night sky over the Grand Knights' territory, still shaken, he said:

“Go on playing house with the Red Pine Knights, but... stop killing people.”

Hang in there a little longer, it'll be over soon.

Can we succeed?

"Definitely!"

As one of the infected knights looked at his companion and received a firm reply, his initial anxiety gradually subsided.

He trusted the young girl, Zalak, who was much younger than him.

Greyhair Knight, Grenati Kalisca, a member of the Red Pine Knights, is always somewhat silent, unlike the optimistic Sona and the carefree Wildmane.

Her petite frame was encased in thick armor, and she wielded a massive shield and cannon disproportionate to her size. It was with this very armor that Greyhair cleanly and decisively defeated the formidable Rust Bronze Knight on the battlefield.

"Notify Sona and Wildmane to prepare for the operation," Grayhair instructed his companion. "And Qilin, although her joining was somewhat sudden, she is also one of our comrades. Keep in touch with her at all times."

She's the one chosen to deal with Qingjin; if she encounters danger, we'll provide immediate support.

Following Gray's instructions, the team immediately divided their tasks and began operations.

Wildmane, who was already prepared in another block, quickly received the news and, full of energy, clenched his fist and waved to his companions beside him:

"Everyone, it's time to fight back! Let's make a big scene!"

A group of infected knights were eager to fight, their eyes beneath their helmets blazing with hatred.

While Wildmane was operating, a large number of Unarmored Alliance members were also roaming around the city.

"These days, the media keeps reporting on how many bad things infected people have done, but I just feel..."

The Undying Boy followed Slapman around, his mouth never stopping: "All the violent incidents related to the infected were caused by our Unarmored Alliance coming to our door..."

Slap Hero: "..."

"You brat, you're always speaking the truth!" Slap Hero scolded angrily. "So what? Since you see things so clearly, are you going to learn from those big shots, strategize, and control the world to change this land?"

The undead boy covered his head, sobbing, and hid at the edge of the alley.

"I was just saying it casually. What does it have to do with me what happens to those who are infected? At least for now, I'm still the one oppressing others."

If I were to stand up and go against the tide, wouldn't I also become one of the oppressed? I'm not a Radiant Knight.

Slap Hero was taken aback.

He realized that what the Immortal Boy said was exactly what he... or rather, what the majority of people on this land were thinking.

After thinking for a moment, Slap Hero slapped him again.

The immortal brat's head was slapped to the side, hit the wall, bounced back, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"They hit me again!" he cried, clutching his head. "I'm just telling the truth, and I get hit too!"

The third slap landed.

"Is the truth something that people like you and me can say?" Slap Hero reprimanded viciously.

"So...we can only tell lies?" The Undying Boy suddenly realized.

Slapman was unsure how to respond, so he simply replied with a "yes".

Suddenly, as if he realized something, all the muscles in his body tensed up.

He hissed sharply in a low voice, "Something's wrong, run!"

The immortal boy slowly got up:

"I understand, it's a lie, running away is not running away."

"You *Kazimir* swearing*!"

Slap Hero suddenly rushed over and forcefully knocked the Undying Kid away.

The next second, an infected knight burst out of the shadows of the alley, wielding a gleaming sword and slashing with all his might at Slapman's neck.

Chapter 446 This Land: Crunchy, Chicken Flavor

Blood gushed out, staining the alleyway red.

Slap Hero's body was heavy, and he fell to the ground with a dull thud like a tattered sack falling.

The Undying Boy stared in astonishment as a drop of viscous liquid splashed into his eye, causing a burning sensation.

But the immortal brat just stared blankly, watching helplessly as his predecessor fell into a pool of blood.

"Pah! Scum of the Unarmored Alliance!"

The infected knight, having successfully launched a sneak attack, spat out a mouthful of saliva and prepared to pull his weapon from Slapman's neck.

But one hand gripped the blade tightly, refusing to let go even as his palm was cut and bleeding profusely.

Slapman's eyes bulged out to a frightening degree as he stared intently at Immortal Boy.

His mouth opened and closed as if he were cursing something, but apart from the blood foam that kept gushing out of his mouth, he couldn't make any sound.

The infected knight became even more enraged when he saw that this member of the Unarmored Alliance refused to accept his fate even as death loomed.

He stomped on Slap Man's head and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Another splash of blood rose, and a long, dazzling cluster of flowers bloomed on the dirty alleyway floor.

The Undying Boy was startled by the bright red flower cluster, let out a heart-wrenching roar, and charged forward, crashing headfirst into the infected knight.

The two of them immediately huddled together.

The Undying Kid, acting like a madman, completely abandoned the combat skills he had trained in. He grabbed and punched with both hands, wildly hitting the infected knight's body and face.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

The infected knight was intimidated by the undead boy's imposing aura and was unable to mount an effective counterattack for a moment, his eyes seeing stars as he was beaten.

"Help me! Someone, come quick!"

The shouts of the infected knights echoed through the alley, the long alley acting like an amplifier to amplify their cries.

A chorus of footsteps approached rapidly.

The Undying Kid was startled. His instincts told him to run away, but looking at the infected knight in front of him, he completely lost his mind and only wanted to kill him to avenge his predecessor.

The knight's longsword pierced the Undying Boy's shoulder, and the excruciating pain made his expression even more ferocious.

"Die!"

A near-beastly roar erupted from the Undying Boy as he gripped the Infected Knight's neck so tightly that the fragile neck emitted a series of cracking sounds as the bones rubbed together.

At this moment, the two were no longer battle-hardened knights and well-trained assassins. Under the pressure of anger and death, they transformed into beasts, fighting each other in the most primal way.

Gradually, the infected knight's struggles weakened, and his longsword fell limply to the ground with a crisp tremor.

Blurry spots began to flicker in the Immortal Boy's vision.

He slumped off the corpse of the infected knight, looked at Slapman, and gave a bitter laugh:

"Senior, I'm seeing stars! This is much worse than your slap."

The man who slapped the other man had half his face stained red with blood. His mouth kept opening and closing as if he was saying something, but only blood foam kept spitting out.

Seeing his senior's appearance, the immortal boy suddenly shuddered, as if grasping at the last straw, and scrambled to his feet.

He stumbled and fell in front of Slap Hero, grabbed Slap Hero's arm and pulled him behind his back:

"Senior, you're not dead yet! There's still time! I'll take you to a hospital right now, to a hospital..."

Numerous footsteps approached, and a group of infected knights appeared in Undead Boy's field of vision.

"Damn it, those two Unarmored Alliance scum killed our comrades!"

"It's Piran, you bastards from the Unarmored Alliance! He has a ten-year-old daughter!"

The enraged infected knights either wept or roared, but their movements were all in unison: they brandished their weapons and charged forward to avenge their comrades.

The Undying Boy carried Slapman on his back, his eyes bloodshot, his mind a complete mess, with only the obsession to take his senior to the hospital remaining.

He roared as he charged toward the infected knight.

Kuranta's racial talent was on full display at this moment; the Undying Boy charged forward with fearless speed, completely exceeding the expectations of the infected knights.

The weapon slashed the Undying Boy's body, but it couldn't stop him.

After forcefully knocking over several people, the immortal boy, covered in blood, forced his way out of the alley and plunged into the dazzling neon lights of the Grand Knights' territory.

The infected riders chased each other to the alley entrance, where they all stopped in their tracks.

Outside lay wide streets and bright lights, yet they dared not take another step, even though the enemy, who bore the blood feud of their comrades, was right before them.

They are like spirits living in the shadows, yearning for light yet fearing it.

"Hospital...hospital..."

The immortal boy carried his predecessor's increasingly heavy body on his back, moving forward as if possessed.

Pedestrians on the street were startled by the sight of the two men in such a terrible state and quickly moved aside to make way for them.

The immortal boy stumbled and staggered, running towards the brightest main street, but things were getting darker and darker.

He felt something flowing out of his body, and his predecessor's body became heavier and heavier, so heavy that his legs trembled uncontrollably, and the ground beneath his feet became softer and softer, even seeming to ripple like the surface of water.

They both lost their footing and fell heavily to the ground.

The Undying Boy struggled for a long time but couldn't stand up. He could only raise his head and plead with the crowd watching from afar:

"Help! Someone, please help him... Please, someone, take him to the hospital! I have money... I'll give you all my money... Is anyone there...?"

"Don't... be silly..."

A low, almost inaudible voice came from behind.

The wound on Slap Hero's neck had stopped bleeding, and he inexplicably regained some strength, but he did not struggle.

Time seemed to have been fast-forwarded for him, and in the blink of an eye, winter arrived, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

"We... are nothing but a bunch of... executioners. When we... come into the light... that will be the day we end."

Slap Hero gave a bitter smile: "I knew this day would come... They did nothing wrong... They were just rebelling..."

Run, kid... run for your life, don't look back..."

"Don't speak, don't speak!"

The Undying Boy lay on the ground, crawling forward with all his might: "I know, I know, we're not good people, we've killed too many people, I know!"

But what can I do? I don't want to die. I've been a wanderer since birth. I can't survive without killing someone.

Please, don't die, you're my only friend... Is there anyone...?

The Immortal Boy's shouts suddenly stopped as if someone had grabbed his neck.

On his back, his senior's forehead gently pressed against his shoulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

The Immortal Boy remained in the tilted-back position, frozen like a stone statue.

His line of sight was too low; he couldn't see the sky, only countless shoes of all kinds all around him.

It seems to be no different from his usual perspective.

He was just an unknown nobody in the Unarmored Alliance, and anyone who came could lecture him harshly. He always spoke with his head down. His world was made up of all sorts of shoes...

"I am guilty, I know I am guilty, but why is my punishment not death?"

The Immortal Boy's head slumped down and hit the cold, hard ground.

At that moment, he desperately wished someone would forgive his sins, even if it was a demon.

In a daze, he heard footsteps and the sound of wheels rolling towards him.

As if hearing his cry, the demon descended before him, paused, and bent down...