Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

“Ahmoni, you can’t rest now,” Abrahana ordered. “Go and tell the Duke of Wellington to mobilize the army and be ready for war at any time.”

Furthermore, you order the 'colonel' to lead the Deeppool troops to Londinium, and whatever Qi Yan says, he will do as he is told.

"How was that? Did you enjoy it this time?"

Qi Yan sat on the roof of an abandoned building, enjoying the cool breeze, and proudly showed off his achievement to W:

"That Therese wanted to have a chat with me, but without saying a word, I went up and kicked him. He was still yelling to stop, which was hilarious. I have absolutely no sense of martial ethics."

A left hook landed, but unfortunately, the next right hook was a step too slow, sending him flying.

W stood behind him with his arms crossed, turned his face away, and gave a soft snort, saying with dissatisfaction:

"You promised to help me kill Theresis, but I can't believe a single word you say, you dog."

"This won't work. If we kill Theresis now, who will the little rabbit fight next?"

Seeing that he couldn't fool her, Qi Yan had no choice but to explain helplessly, "She's still in her growth stage. We can't steal her BOSS and farm for her own enjoyment. What if the little rabbit doesn't develop properly?"

Upon hearing Qi Yan mention Amiya, W couldn't help but recall the time back in Chernobog when Amiya, sensing the danger, immediately called for reinforcements.

“I don’t think she really needs the development you’re talking about,” W retorted.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Qi Yan stretched his arms and yawned, saying contentedly, "The newborn Demon King will eventually reign over this land."

Arturo listened to their conversation with little interest and said:

"So what are your plans now?"

Qi Yan's expression immediately turned serious.

He sat up straight, facing the two women solemnly, and said:

"The next task is crucial... We need to provide uninterrupted support to the cats suffering in various places and help them fight against the evil Sarkaz!"

W and Arturo exchanged a glance, rolled their eyes simultaneously, and said in unison:

"Isn't this just like a dog trying to catch a mouse?"

"You don't know anything! This is to establish a glorious and great image of me, Qi Yan, in the hearts of the cats and to redeem my reputation from being wronged!"

Qi Yan clenched his fist and said passionately, "More importantly, it's to promote the reputation of our Ark Retirement Home, so that the cats will dare to move in with high expectations!"

Rhodes Island ships in an inconspicuous wasteland within the Duke of Godottin's territory.

The Rat King strolled leisurely down the corridor, hands behind his back, humming a little tune.

Suddenly, he sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Strange, who is it that's talking about this old man?"

The Rat King's whiskers twitched twice. Feeling there were too many suspicious individuals, he decided to stop worrying and continue enjoying his leisurely stroll.

Once he arrived at Rhodes Island, he found the best thing about the ship to be that it was spacious enough that he could wander around every day, which was even more comfortable than in the park in Lungmen.

However, after he turned a corner today, he saw a tall figure that surprised him.

"Good morning, Mr. Bozocasti. Are you looking at the scenery?"

The Rat King walked up to Patriot, looked up, and asked with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin." Patriot nodded in response, somewhat surprised.

Then the two fell silent.

This wasn't the first time the two had met on the ship, but due to the differences in the positions of Yan and Ursus, as well as the historical issues between the Reunion Movement and Lungmen, they had always simply exchanged polite greetings and then consciously missed each other.

After a moment, the Rat King broke the silence:

"The Doctor and Amiya's team have already set off. I thought you would come with them."

“I have already betrayed Kazdel,” Patriot said regretfully.

The Rat King shook his head: "In my opinion, there is more than one reason that is holding you back from taking action."

Chapter 580 The Last Pureblood Wendigo Will Continue His March

Patriots choose silence.

He wasn't surprised that the wise old man could see through his thoughts.

The Rat King looked up at Patriot and spoke again:

"You're actually very worried about Qi Yan, aren't you?"

"Logically speaking, shouldn't I be worried about Sarkaz, Qi Yan's rival?" Patriot asked with a smile.

"That's normally the case."

The Rat King nodded, but continued to offer his speculation: "But now Amiya is also heading to the battlefield. This little girl has a firm heart, but unfortunately she is still too naive. She does not yet understand what she will face on this journey."

Knowing Qi Yan's personality, he will definitely try his best to protect Amiya, which will be exhausting, and Qi Yan himself is already very tired.

“…Yes, I am very worried about Qi Yan.” Patriot no longer concealed his feelings.

"So, what exactly are you hesitating about?" the Rat King pressed.

The patriot looked up at the overcast sky.

He sighed, “The Sarkaz are powerful because of their bloodline, but they are also bound by it. The purer the bloodline of a Sarkaz, the more they can feel the hatred passed down over thousands of years.”

Amiya stepped onto this battlefield, destined to face the souls of the Sarkaz, and I am one of them.

"Hatred."

The Rat King sighed.

But then he shook his head again:

That's why you can't avoid it.

I met a young man on the ship before. He joined Rhodes Island in Kazimierz and his name was Eevee.

I chatted with him for a while and learned about some of his experiences.

Patriot's interest was piqued, and he looked down at the Rat King, waiting for him to continue.

The Rat King didn't keep them in suspense and said leisurely:

"He joined Rhodes Island with another lady from Casimir, along with a naive little girl."

To outsiders, the three of them seemed to have a close relationship, but I noticed the inner turmoil in Ibrahimovic and the woman.

One night, after drinking, Ibrahimovic blurted out his story to me—a story of two people carrying the burden of each other's blood debts, yet supporting each other through thick and thin.

"Very touching," the patriot commented.

"Do you know why they can do that?" the Rat King asked with a smile.

The patriot shook his head.

"Because they are looking to the future." The Rat King said with deep feeling, "For that little girl, they chose to sever the hatred with their own hands, leaving the hatred behind them, and escorting the little girl who represents the future forward."

"Mr. Bozokasti, hatred should not be passed down. Since the Sarkaz bloodline binds your race, then sever it."

patriot:"……"

This is yet another betrayal, a fact that patriots understand all too well.

But he also felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

“Perhaps I should move on again.” Patriot nodded to the Rat King. “Thank you.”

Please don't thank me.

The Rat King shook his head: "I'm here to persuade you for some selfish reasons."

Hui Jie is now also caught in the vortex of the Lentinium incident, and I need to make the situation chaotic enough.

In that case, winning this round would greatly benefit Huijie, while losing would create chaos that would make it easier for me to take Huijie away.

"You are a wise man."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"However, this leisurely chat may have to come to an end."

"Hmm, that kind of aura is something I've never felt before. Compared to those decaying, ancient beings, I feel young again."

Outside the Rhodes Island ship, Warfarin stepped on the soft yellow sand of this wasteland, shaking her feet with each step in disgust, trying to shake the sand off her shoes.

Kal'tsit stood silently in front of Warfarin, looking at the stable Rhodes Island ships, as if making a decision.

"Kal'tsit, the ship is safe and docked normally. Can you take a rest now?"

Warfarin approached Kal'tsit, took off her shoes, and prepared to thoroughly empty the sand and gravel from inside.

She stood on one leg, swinging her shoes as she asked:

"But judging from your posture, are you planning to...?"

"Quiet," Kal'tsit said sternly.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard footsteps behind her.

She looked back, her blood nearly freezing. The shoe in her hand slipped into the yellow sand, but she didn't care. The Sarkaz instinct made her feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Warfarin's feet, encased in black stockings, sank into the soft yellow sand. Ignoring the burning sensation beneath her feet, she stared intently at the ancient presence that had somehow approached.

A low, threatening voice came from Warfarin's throat, her sharp teeth bared slightly.

"Put away your fangs. Even the oldest red-eyed demons dare not touch my flesh, lest this churning resentment erode their very roots."

The King of Carrion glanced at Warfarin, but didn't take her seriously.

His gaze fell on the expressionless Kal'tsit.

"Lord Kal'tsit, it's been a long time." The King of Carrion's voice was hoarse.

Kal'tsit calmly asked:

"It has been a long time since I have seen the ancient heroes of the Sarkaz walk on this land. What is the reason that you have come to this wasteland?"

"Meet someone."

"Bozokasti".

"I prefer to call him Wendigo."

Kal'tsit remained silent for a moment.

She wasn't so arrogant as to be confident that she could invite the ancient Sarkaz ruler to Rhodes Island as a guest.

Even a single drop of blood from the wound of this scavenger king is enough to pollute the earth and cause all life to wither away.

"he came."

The King of Carrion suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit and Warfarin both turned to look, and saw a towering figure treading across the yellow sand, walking step by step toward them.

The soft yellow sand swallowed the sound of Wendigo's footsteps, but each step he took seemed to tread on the hearts of others, silent yet all the more oppressive.

"Wendigo, have you chosen that alien demon king?" the King of Carrion questioned.

Patriot walked up to Kal'tsit and the other two, stopping in front of the King of Carrion.

Upon receiving this answer, the King of Carrion's tone clearly carried a hint of disappointment and regret:

"That means you've given up on moving forward, given up on everything you're carrying, and you might as well commit an act of betrayal."

"Throughout my life, I have carried many burdens: responsibility, sin, hope..."

The patriot slowly said, "I, too, have betrayed everything I had countless times..."

I have indeed halted my advance, but now, standing before you, I declare that I, Bochokasti, will march upon the Sarkaz.

King of Carrion Eaters: "..."

The situation was not quite the same as any of the outcomes he had envisioned.

"Why?" The King of Carrion needs an answer.

"I have made a new vow."