Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Qi Yan raised his voice, shaking his head, and said, "I just turned eighteen!"

"What the heck!"

The doctor immediately got goosebumps and rushed over to grab Qi Yan's neck tightly.

When the door opened and Fester walked out of the room with red eyes, he was shocked to find the Doctor being pinned to the ground by Qi Yan, who was choking him and shaking his head wildly.

"Fester, save me!"

The doctor's cries for help were shaken so hard by Qi Yan that they sounded trembling.

“Gentlemen, stop fooling around.” Fester smiled helplessly. “I’ve found a possible location for the supply line. Let’s hurry back and meet up with the others.”

Qi Yan stood up from the doctor's lap, dusted off the dirt he'd gotten from playing around, and pouted:

"I forgot to tell you, I actually know the location of the supply line. It starts near Brentwood outside the city and ends in the basement of The Shard."

Fester was dumbfounded: "Why didn't you tell me such important news beforehand?"

"Did I say anything that would affect the doctor's plans?" Qi Yan retorted.

Fester was stumped by the question.

The doctor, also dizzy and disoriented, got up from the ground:

"Even if I'm exhausted to death from lack of reason, or jump off the top of the Shard, I will never beg you, you white-haired dog, for a single word!"

Qi Yan glanced sideways at the professor:

"I know a place where there's a lonely pink cat that was abandoned by its companions, dressed in a nurse's uniform."

"Brother Qi, please, tell me where she is."

The doctor was immediately captivated by the caption, and after speaking, he didn't forget to wink at Qi Yan through his hood.

Chapter 640 Doctor: I know the taste of Qi Yan

The doctor wore a hood, so naturally no one could see his flirtatious eyes.

But his slurred speech was enough to warrant a death sentence.

Qi Yan pulled out a tape recorder, rushed over, ripped off the doctor's mask, and shoved the tape recorder into his mouth without saying a word.

Feist pretended to stop him for a moment, then let Qi Yan punish the doctor, and stepped aside to rub off the goosebumps on his arms.

Before long, the doctor was choked so badly that his eyes rolled back, and Qi Yan finally gave up, satisfied.

He casually stuffed the tape recorder, covered in the doctor's saliva, into the doctor's pocket, then turned and said:

“This belongs to Eldo. Go back and have Kroos fix it. You should return it to Eldo when you see him.”

The professor rubbed his aching cheeks and asked, puzzled:

"Eldo is a clean person, so why did I smell a foul odor from the tape recorder just now?"

"Because I've also bitten a tape recorder, it must taste like my saliva."

"You white-haired dog... Ugh!"

Ignoring the doctor who was vomiting uncontrollably, Qi Yan led Fester, whose eyelids were twitching, slowly toward the workshop.

Seeing the doctor's miserable end, Fester became even more determined not to provoke Qi Yan.

Being retaliated against by this guy is even harder to accept than being blasted into dust!

If someone were to ask Fester right now to choose between facing Qi Yan and facing Theresis, he would absolutely choose without hesitation... to kill the person who asked the question.

When the three returned to the workshop, they found that most of the workers were gone, leaving only Catherine and Patriot standing facing each other, discussing something.

"Where's that old Deng, the king of carrion eaters?" Qi Yan asked as he walked over.

“He’s going back to take charge of Sarkaz’s propaganda,” Patriot explained. “He promised that he wouldn’t directly participate in the fighting inside the city. After dealing with these matters, he’ll be heading to the battlefield outside the city to face the Duke.”

"Tsk, I haven't even managed to trick him into giving me his cane yet."

"His eagerness to leave was largely related to this."

After Patriot finished explaining to Qi Yan, he turned to Catherine and continued their previous conversation:

"I will stay at the factory and wait for the workers to gather before personally escorting them to the nursing home. You can rest assured."

Catherine nodded her heartfelt thanks to Patriot and then turned to look at Fester.

She smiled and asked, "Have you cried?"

Fester looked somewhat embarrassed:

“I’ve already seen your diary, Grandma… I’m sorry, Grandma, I didn’t know that my father got into trouble because he was so determined to rebel… My choice must have hurt you a lot…”

Catherine interrupted him: “I’m not sad, I’m just…worried, and proud of you, Fester.”

The redness around Fester's eyes, which had not yet faded, became noticeable again.

Catherine smiled and stepped forward to ruffle Fester's hair.

She felt she had so much to say to Fester, but at this moment, it seemed there was nothing she needed to say.

In the past, she would not have been able to unload all her burdens and fully support Fester.

But now, Qi Yan's previous words have successfully relieved Catherine of the burden that had been weighing on her shoulders for so long, and have also successfully changed Catherine's mind.

This change is related to Qi Yan's great strength, but it is more because Catherine saw something different in Qi Yan.

She turned to look at Qi Yan, who was standing next to the Patriot, and said gently:

"Thank you. I will continue to work hard and live up to your trust. While you are taking on external pressure for me, I am willing to keep moving forward for you."

"It's not for me, it's for us," Qi Yan said with a smile.

"Yes, for our future."

Catherine smiled as well.

Qi Yan turned to Patriot: "Grandpa, I'll leave this to you. I do need to go to the city defense command headquarters. Some idiot has set up a bunch of flags there."

The idiot he was talking about grunted twice upon hearing this, but considering that his cheeks were still aching, he ultimately remained silent.

The patriot said earnestly, "Tell me immediately if you need my help."

“Right now, nursing homes are where you are most needed.”

Qi Yan smiled and waved his hand, then turned and walked with the doctor towards the workshop door.

After bidding farewell to Catherine, Fester resolutely turned around and followed Qi Yan and the doctor.

Blood surged like a river, relentlessly crashing against a rock giant.

The Blood Demon Lord stood on one side of the Blood River, his gloomy gaze sweeping across the battlefield and landing on the mudstone on the opposite bank.

At this moment, the Blood Demon Lord remained elegant, but unfortunately, this elegance could not conceal the depression and sorrow in his heart.

"How many rock giants have I destroyed now?"

His voice was soft, yet it clearly transcended spatial distance and reached Ni Yan's ears.

Mudstone's face was taut, but there was absolutely no sign of fatigue.

"Too many, definitely more than fifty. Your power is immense; you are the strongest Sarkaz I have ever met."

Despite being praised, the Blood Demon Lord couldn't feel happy at all.

He simply couldn't understand how this young woman from his own clan had managed to do it. She certainly couldn't beat him in terms of raw strength, but her endurance gave him the illusion that he was facing Qi Yan.

From the start of the battle, he was forcibly held back by mud and rocks.

If he unleashed his full power, he could certainly finish the battle quickly and forcefully crush the mudstone, but the Blood Demon Lord was worried that the commotion would attract Qi Yan, since the girl carried Qi Yan's aura, and a very strong one at that...

Thinking of this, the Blood Demon Lord became even more melancholy.

He suddenly wanted to leave.

Not just leaving this battlefield, but leaving Lentinium, leaving Victoria, and finding a place where you'll never run into Qi Yan to get a good night's sleep.

"Alas, there probably isn't such a place on this land... Let's go to the sea instead."

The Blood Demon Lord sighed and waved his hand, manipulating the blood to continue playing house with Mudrock.

While the Blood Demon Lord was restraining the Mudrock, he still had the energy to idly survey the battlefield.

The city defense forces that had already submitted to Sarkaz were currently being suppressed by the combined forces of the Self-Rescue Army and Rhodes Island, and were trapped inside the command headquarters building, unable to raise their heads.

Sarkaz soldiers attempted to launch an attack from the flank, but were stopped by a squad led by a golden Pegasus. Golden Originium Arts rained down on the street, a terrifying killing intent hidden beneath the beautiful appearance.

The Sarkaz mercenaries were easily held off by a group of Victorian soldiers led by an elite Rhodes Island operator, leading the Blood Lord to seriously suspect that they were also slacking off.

The carrion-eating squad, originally intended as a surprise attack, was routed by a long spear that flew in from outside the city.

In terms of high-end combat power, the Sarkaz side also has no advantage.

The absolutioner was single-handedly defended by the young female demon lord.

The shapeshifter's strange luck finally met its match, as it was blocked by that peculiar sea-born boy from Rhodes Island. It was clear that the two sides had started to slack off and chat casually while they were fighting...

The Blood Demon Lord's gaze swept around, and the more he looked, the more exhausted he felt.

Finally, his gaze fell on the center of the battle, where a small team from Rhodes Island had stormed the roof of the command headquarters.

The traitor from the Pardoner lineage didn't even need to draw his sword to beat Lieutenant Colonel Leto, who had submitted to the Sarkaz, so badly that he ran away with his tail between his legs.

The only thing that pleased the Blood Demon Lord was that Theresa's methods were somewhat successful; the young demon king was in very poor condition, and even the 'Black Crown' was somewhat out of control.

But the Blood Demon Lord saw the Philin woman who led the nations to destroy Kazdel two hundred years ago, sitting beside the young Demon King, constantly comforting her.

The Blood Demon Lord suddenly felt an urge to think that 'life is not worth living'.

“Sarkaz...this is not the Sarkaz I remember.”

He sighed and said sadly, "We should not be so weak, nor should we be so passive. The glory of the Sarkaz should not be tarnished by others."

"You think this is a stain?"

Mudrock on the other side of the Blood River spoke up: "I don't know what the glory of the Sarkaz is in your eyes, nor will I be obsessed with finding it in my own bloodline."

If I need glory, if the Sarkaz need glory, then I should create it with my own hands, not simply dwell on the past.

The Blood Demon Lord raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly:

"What do you know? You young upstart, you've never seen that glory, you've forgotten what Tikkaz is."

“History should be remembered, not become a constraint for people living in the present,” Niyan retorted earnestly. “Birth, aging, sickness and death, the people and things of the past gradually pass away, and the new generation of young people constantly step forward. This is true progress and development.”

"So?" the Blood Demon Lord asked casually.

"Therefore, the ancient Sarkaz, more than any other race, need to recognize the times and learn to make changes!"

Mudrock said, word by word, "Mr. Blood Demon, it's time for you to wake up from your old illusions."

A hint of hatred flashed in the Blood Demon Lord's eyes.

He hated Mudstone's preaching.

“Young man, your boastful talk will not impress me; on the contrary, it will only expose your shallowness and ignorance.”

The Blood Demon Lord slowly opened his arms, suppressing the melancholy in his heart, and regained his usual elegance and pride: "For the sake of our kin, I don't mind letting you see what a Tikkaz is."

Mud Rock frowned and quickly raised his hammer to block in front of him.

The Blood Demon Lord watched her movements and smiled contemptuously:

"I won't lay a hand on you; I'm just letting you experience a glimpse of the great glory of Tikkaz."

As he finished speaking, the Blood Demon Lord gently closed his eyes, seemingly seeking something within himself.

Before Mudrock could react, the Blood Demon Lord opened his eyes again.

A pure, intense red surged deep within the Blood Demon Lord's eyes, and a twisted crown of blood materialized from the top of his head.

The Blood Demon Lord's robes fluttered without wind, and an inexplicable aura emanated from his body.

Mudstone's expression changed as she realized with surprise that her heart was beating faster than she could control. Her blood seemed to be summoned by something, becoming excited and frantic, surging and boiling within her.

"This...this is..."

"This is Tikkaz."

The Blood Demon Lord opened his palm to the mud rock, and a crystal drop of blood slowly emerged from his fingertip, floating above his palm.