Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Mandela's anger gradually turned into terror: "How do you know all this?"

Qi Yan didn't answer, but just smiled and continued talking to himself:

“The Sarkaz are truly amazing. The origins of magic for all races on this land can be traced back to the Sarkaz.”

On this land where scientific research relies entirely on archaeology, only the Sarkaz possess a complete history of their own, from nothing to something, and of course, from something to nothing. Their bloodline makes it impossible for them to choose to forget.

"You like Sarkaz that much?" Mandela said, sounding a little angry.

"Who doesn't like an older sister?" Qi Yan emphasized the word "older sister".

Mandela wrinkled his nose, selectively ignoring Qi Yan's madness.

“If my sense of direction is correct, we’re probably at the connecting area of ​​the plots ahead,” Mandela changed the subject. “Hurry up and destroy this plot, then go build your retirement home.”

Qi Yan shook his head: "Don't rush, let's wait for the Storm Commando to rescue those Victorian soldiers who are imprisoned."

“And there are 'spies',” Mandela added.

The two continued onward, exploring this intricate underground world.

Mandela didn't exactly dislike this environment, but he certainly didn't like it at all.

Being here, she couldn't help but recall her childhood experiences, how she was forced to hide in the sewers to escape because of her identity as a Tara.

But as she thought about it, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"The Victorians we met before finally experienced what it's like to be forced to crawl into the sewers just to survive."

As Mandela thought this, a cruel, sinister smile crept onto his lips:

"Thinking about it this way, I don't actually hate the Sarkaz so much anymore. Do you think something even more interesting would happen if I secretly revealed their hideout?"

Chapter 577 Qi Yan: Believe me, I really am Qi Yan!

"There's no need for you to inform on them. With the Royal Court's entry, these Victorians will soon be exposed."

Qi Yan also revealed the same sinister grin as Mandela: "I wonder which royal prince will find me first."

Mandra looked at Qi Yan's smile, and her own smile gradually faded.

Compared to the woman in front of her, her behavior was like a child's prank.

Mandra really couldn't understand what Qi Yan was doing. He clearly praised Sarkaz in his words, yet he was constantly opposing Sarkaz.

Mandela already knew the answer to what fate awaited those royal kings who encountered Qi Yan, just by looking at the cruel smile before her.

Just then, the two heard a series of disordered footsteps coming from the passage ahead.

Judging from the volume of their voices, this is definitely a large group.

This time, without Qi Yan having to lift a finger, Mandra had already learned her lesson and fled from Qi Yan's side, taking the initiative to hide in the shadows of a corner.

A group of people dressed fairly neatly quickly passed through their line of sight.

The man and woman at the head of the group made Qi Yan's eyes light up slightly.

The two were also Victoria's native cats. The male, Felin, had short brown hair, and his blue eyes revealed a deep sense of anxiety.

As he led the group on their way, he didn't forget to urge his companions behind him on:

"Hurry, Bill and the others have encountered the Sarkaz. We must get there to support them and make sure the Sarkaz don't reveal anything about the underground passage."

The woman with short black hair beside him nodded, constantly checking the terminal in her hand as she ran.

Her golden eyes suddenly narrowed:

"Stay alert, someone is lurking nearby. My Lolo 11 has detected something amiss."

The team reacted very quickly, gathering together back to back the moment the woman in the film spoke, alert to their surroundings.

Hiding in the shadows, Qi Yan was staring intently at the woman in black stockings, completely unaware that he had been discovered.

Until he felt a gentle breeze above his head.

Looking up, he noticed a small and cute drone hovering silently above his head.

"Holy crap, you're using technology!"

Qi Yan let out a strange cry and jumped out of the shadows: "Why is your drone completely silent? Is that reasonable?"

As Qi Yan came into the team's view, the crowd all took a step back.

"It's because you're too stupid."

Mandra's voice came from another direction of the group: "Why can't you even detect the fluctuations of Originium Arts?"

"What's that?" Qi Yan asked, bewildered.

Mandela: "..."

"Who are you?"

The man in the film who was leading the group interrupted their argument and asked with a wary look on his face.

"Reporting, Captain, I'm a good guy!" Qi Yan grinned and gave a half-baked military salute.

A hint of doubt crept onto the wary look on the man's face.

The woman next to him nudged his waist and whispered:

“Fester, don’t you think this guy is a bit… white-haired, Luper, eccentric, and has golden eyes, although the color is a bit lighter than described in the intelligence.”

"That's right, I am Qi Yan!"

Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Qi Yan made no attempt to hide it.

Fester and the others took a few steps back again.

"Lolo, something doesn't seem right," Fester said suspiciously to the woman beside him. "Didn't they say that Qi Yan never introduces himself and always blends in with any new forces?"

Someone in the group immediately chimed in:

"Yes, yes, some people even speculate that Qi Yan's divine authority is 100% infiltrated into the enemy army."

"How can there be such strange authority?" someone couldn't help but complain immediately.

"The gods are beyond the comprehension of us mortals."

"Makes sense!"

Hearing the group's discussion, Qi Yan's face darkened.

I finally managed to be honest once, and you guys made me lose so completely!

"I really am Qi Yan!" Qi Yan tried to prove himself. "If you don't believe me, I can beat you up. I guarantee it!"

Fester and the others: "..."

Fester said sincerely, "Since you are Qi Yan, it means there is no conflict between us. And now, our self-rescue army still has comrades who need support."

Therefore, we should each go our own way. I will not disturb your plans, and I ask that you allow us to pass.

Qi Yan immediately began enthusiastically promoting:

"Need any help? I'm a pro at fighting Sarkaz. I'll only charge you a small FIRE, no cheating."

"...No need, thank you."

Fester shook his head in refusal, and then led his fellow members of the self-rescue army carefully past Qi Yan, hugging the wall.

Mandela walked over, watching Fester and the others quickly disappear into the distance, and said with a strange expression:

"They didn't believe you at all. After all, who would have thought that someone as dignified as Qi Yan would be hiding in the sewers?"

"No, I'm a professional at crawling through sewers, okay?" Qi Yan said angrily. "Back in the day, I became famous in the Longmen sewers!"

No way, I won't swallow this! I'll chase after them and watch them tear the Sarkaz apart alive to prove my innocence!

"Don't use words you don't know how to use!" Mandela rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

As the self-rescue army advanced, Lolo didn't forget to use a drone to observe the situation ahead and behind.

“Fester, those two strange guys are following us. What if that Luper really is Qi Yan?” Lolo asked worriedly.

"Whether it is or not, there is no need to contact them."

Fester frowned: "If he really is Qi Yan, then that level of existence is beyond our reach."

If not, then you should try your best to shake him off and prevent him from catching up and discovering the self-defense force's camp.

"That's not difficult. The underground is our self-defense army's territory."

Lolo used the terminal to control the drone, quickly gathered the surrounding terrain, and then raised his hand to point out the direction of progress.

The self-rescue army changed direction and continued to traverse the intricate underground world, approaching the location where their companions were calling for help, and soon left Qi Yan and the other two behind them behind.

Soon, the drone that Lolo used to scout ahead provided feedback on the destination.

"This is... not only Sarkaz, but also a Sarkaz?!" Lolo stared at the screen, momentarily questioning his own existence.

Fester peeked out and muttered to himself:

"Did you secretly skip a few meals again to save food, causing you to hallucinate from hunger... and it's actually true?!"

Watching Sarkaz inside the terminal constantly trying to break through the defenses with Originium bombs, and Sakorta behind him watching the show with his violin, Fester felt that he might be the one who was so hungry that he was hallucinating.

First there was the strange guy who seemed to be Qi Yan, then there was the combination of angel and demon, which felt incredibly immoral.

What happened to this world?

Filled with doubt, Fester led his self-rescue army to quickly approach their target.

From afar, he could hear the continuous rumbling of explosions, and the shouting of a crazy and arrogant woman.

"Get the hell out of here! I'm furious today, don't push me too far and I'll blow your heads into your asses!"

Listening to the vulgar language echoing down the corridor, Fester was quite skeptical that it could have come from a young woman.

Before he could process this, Lolo exclaimed again:

"Those two strange guys behind us caught up again. They weren't really left behind; they were just pretending to fall behind to lower our guard."

"Wow, that Rupert's speed is off, he's coming!"

Chapter 578 Coincidentally, Black Snake thought the same thing.

The moment Lolo finished speaking, a strange howl echoed through the corridor.

"That's... a wolf's howl?"

Fester was stunned.

Even if you are Rupert, there's no need to prove yourself like this, is there?

Moreover, we are suspicious of your identity; why are you trying to prove your race?

These chaotic thoughts flashed through Fester's mind for only a moment. He quickly adjusted his mindset and realized what he should do at that moment.

"Spread out, find cover, and don't get into a fight with that Luper!"

The self-rescue army scattered to both sides, weapons in hand, watching Qi Yan warily as he charged towards them from the end of the passage.

Just as they thought Qi Yan was about to do something, Qi Yan suddenly ran past them.

As he ran, Qi Yan didn't forget to turn his head and glance back twice, exclaiming in surprise:

"Why are you looking at me instead of saving your own companions?"

Before Fester and the others could reply, Qi Yan had already dashed out.

Even from a distance, Qi Yan's shouts echoed through the passageway:

"Spare the bombs! We're all on the same side, don't blow us up! Hey, don't blow me up either!"

With the final explosion, the chaotic sounds in the passageway subsided.

Under the bewildered gazes of Fester and the others, Mandra jogged slowly through them.

A moment later, Mandela's mocking laughter at Qi Yan's miserable state echoed from inside the passage.

Fester waved and led the group to chase after them. They immediately spotted Bill and the others hiding nearby, as well as Qi Yan, whose face was covered in dust and whose hair had been blown to a granny gray color.

W, gripping Qi Yan's collar with one hand, was in a fit of impotent rage: