Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Although there were no visible injuries, it was more painful for her than if she were injured.

Abrahana thought she was the most humble of all the factions and could make a fortune in this conflict on her own.

But to everyone's surprise, these Sarkaz were even more outrageous, with the Demon King himself coming to the scene.

No matter how arrogant she was, she didn't think she could gain any advantage against the Demon King and the airship working together.

Logos blocked all the fireballs and then dispersed his spell, looking up at that familiar figure.

Theresa returned the gaze and gave Logos a gentle smile.

She then showed no inclination to reminisce and gave instructions to the Sarkaz below:

“Return Mr. Marner to us, and then bring the box back.”

The Sarkaz finally had a leader and immediately demonstrated their excellent action. They rushed forward, picked up the boxes without even looking at them, and left the square, which had become a mess.

Theresa silently looked down, her gaze seemingly searching for something, but unfortunately, she didn't see the figure she was looking for.

The crowd fell silent; no one wanted to challenge the Demon King's authority at such a time.

They didn't have Draco's freakish physical abilities; after being kicked by the Demon King and hit by a cannonball from the airship, all they got was a little dirty clothes.

Anmon felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that it was Wang Tingjun's squad leader.

"Sorry, we have to go too," the squad leader said softly.

Amon nodded silently, then looked at the Sarkaz behind him:

"This is the best opportunity for everyone to leave the Norbert District. I believe the Demon King and the Dean will not mind your choices."

After saying that, Amon did not take any action.

But many of the Sarkaz behind him looked hesitant.

Ultimately, some Sarkaz chose to move forward and catch up with the retreating royal army, heading towards the airship.

Instead of lowering ropes, the airship cast a large shadow, lifting up all the Sarkaz who chose to leave and helping them land as quickly as possible.

A soft rumble echoed as the airship rapidly sailed out of Norbert District.

Halfway through the flight, a large, black rat-like shadow was suddenly thrown off the airship, leaving a long, miserable scream as it fell into a pile of dry hay.

A group of people in grey top hats: "..."

They all adjusted their hat brims in unison.

No one expected that the poet, this unfortunate fellow, would actually return alive after his ordeal with the Demon King, and let out such a vibrant and loud scream in the air.

It's somewhat embarrassing, but even more so, it's unbelievable.

"Could it be because the poet has pledged allegiance to Qi Yan?" a man in a grey top hat muttered under his breath.

"Why don't we give it a try?" another man in a grey top hat asked excitedly. "His ability to save his life is too strong. Everyone would have to give Qi Yan some face. Believe in Qi Yan, and you'll gain eternal life?"

The captain in the gray top hat coughed lightly, his gaze silencing the group.

The captain then nodded in satisfaction and said:

"I'm the team leader, let me go first."

A group of people in grey top hats: "…………"

"Alright, enough of the small talk." The captain's tone returned to seriousness. "The Demon King and the airship, the general who was just exchanged back from Sarkaz, and the arrival of the leader of the Deep Pool—these people's presence certainly makes our squad's combat strength somewhat lacking, but…"

This also means that these important figures have become separated from the main group and are now in a state of isolation and helplessness. We're going to be very busy from now on.

The men in gray top hats quickly realized what was happening, their eyes darting around nervously.

Not only were they aware of this, but the various forces still hidden in the Norbert District, as well as the defeated Abrahina, were also aware of it.

"Leader, let's cover your retreat first," the officer immediately suggested.

"No rush, I'm not entirely unprepared either." Abrahana looked up at the departing airship, clearly still not giving up.

A voice suddenly came, drawing the attention of Deep Pool, Gray Hat, and the others.

As Vina rewrapped the Breath of the Kings with strips of cloth, she walked to the front of the crowd:

"I know what you all are planning, but my advice is still to leave here as soon as possible."

Please don't question me; this is actually Qi Yan's advice to everyone. He said that the Sarkaz have already gained initial control of the Shard.

The appearance of the Demon King and the airship was a deliberate act of exposure. This place is no longer your hunting ground to annihilate the Sarkaz, but rather a testing ground for the Sarkaz's catastrophic weapons.

Another bombshell was dropped by Vina.

Both the man in the grey top hat and the man in the deep pool had slight changes in expression.

Almost at the same time, Kroos, who was hiding in the shadows monitoring the radio signals, shuddered as if she had been electrocuted and threw away the communicator in her ear.

"Aaaaah, my ears! How many old coins are hidden here? They've completely overwhelmed my monitoring device!"

Kroos covered her ears, her vision blurring.

The communicator she threw out continued to emit piercing noise, with various frequency communication signals intertwined, turning into a massive flow of information that assaulted all the instruments in the area that were trying to listen to the communication signals.

In the square, the school officer also pulled off the communicator from his ear and kept inhaling and rubbing his ear.

He then looked at his leader and reported:

"This news has spread far and wide."

Abrahana nodded and gave Vina a deep look, who met her gaze calmly.

“I look forward to meeting you again.” Abrahana curled the corners of her lips, not without sarcasm. “I hope that by then you will have become my true rival, instead of being a mouthpiece for Qi Yan as you are now.”

That would be too boring.

Chapter 692 The Abandoned Kitten

Vina didn't answer, but Abrahana noticed her unconsciously clenched hands.

Abrahana chuckled softly, then turned and led the Deep Pool team to leave.

At that moment, Mandela suddenly grabbed the 'spy' by the collar and rushed out of a building on the outskirts of the square.

"Leader, I've finally seen you again!"

Mandela rushed up to Abrahina and pushed the 'spy' forward: "I've rescued our people!"

The 'spy' had a complicated expression, but ultimately still bowed respectfully to Abrahana.

"It's you."

Abrahana nodded calmly, then asked a question that left Mandela speechless: "What brings you here?"

Mandela was stunned.

After a moment of silence, she said somewhat helplessly:

"I...I'll go back to Shenchi with you. I want to go home...Ah, Leader, I didn't mean to take so long. It's all that damned Qi Yan's fault!"

After rescuing the 'spy,' I wanted to return to Deeppool as soon as possible, but because of Qi Yan's interference, Londinium was completely sealed off, and it took me a long time to escape the city with the Rhodes Island team.

In response to Mandela's lengthy explanation, Abrahana's reply was brief and bland.

Mandela panicked even more, and her soft cat ears trembled slightly.

She stepped forward, wanting to say something more, but the 'spy' gently tugged at her hem, silently stopping her.

Mandela froze.

The atmosphere fell into a suffocating silence.

After a while, Abrahana's soft sigh broke the silence.

"Silly boy."

Abrahana's face once again revealed the gentle smile that Mandela was familiar with, and she reached out and ruffled Mandela's hair:

"It's better for you to stay by Qi Yan's side. This is the task I'm giving you. For Shenchi and for Tara, you must become the link between us."

"……Um!"

Mandela nodded vigorously, as if he couldn't hide anything without doing so.

Abrahana withdrew her hand, turned and left, her final words fading into the distance: "Stay obediently by Qi Yan's side, and don't disappoint me."

"Please pass on a message to Qi Yan: thank you for his reminders. I will help him curb the Demon King's arrogance here, and those Sarkaz who dared to betray him will never return to Londinium."

These words were to be conveyed by Mandela, and the lovely Brana did not lower her voice, but made sure that everyone present could hear them.

The communicator, which had just fallen silent, crackled to life again, signaling the arrival of yet another torrent of information.

The officer ripped off the communicator he had just put back on and looked at his leader with a complicated expression.

Abrahana smiled at him in a comforting gesture.

The men in grey top hats gasped in astonishment.

This melon is huge, I really enjoyed it!

They had already sensed that Deep Pool and Qi Yan were involved, but they never expected that Deep Pool's leader would reveal his cooperative relationship with Qi Yan and even be willing to participate in the Sarkaz's internal struggle for the Demon King's power on Qi Yan's behalf!

This forces all parties to reconsider their attitude towards Deeppool.

With that thought in mind, the men in gray top hats didn't linger any longer. They bowed to Vina from afar and quickly left the scene.

In the square, Vina and Morgan had somewhat strange expressions.

They already knew that Qi Yan and Shen Chi were getting along well, but it seemed that Shen Chi, the leader, had some skewed thinking.

"What kind of image does Qi Yan have in her heart?" Morgan whispered to Vina.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a respectable image," Vina remarked.

Morgan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

"Perhaps the image of Qi Yan in the mind of this Deep Pool leader is the proper image, but she never dreamed that Qi Yan was not proper at all!"

Vina sighed and smiled wryly, rubbing her forehead.

She was a little hurt by Abrahana's words, but now that she thinks about it, it's probably better that she's so simple-minded...

"Sorry to trouble you both."

Marna led the captured self-defense force back to Vina.

His arm was still wrapped in bandages, and although the technique was somewhat haphazard, he was in good spirits, clearly having not suffered any torture during his captivity.

Vina shook her head at Marna, comforting her:

"Please don't say that. It was Mr. Marner's support in Lentinium that allowed us to hold out until the doctor returned."

"But because of me, General Sarkaz, whom you finally managed to capture, has been sent back again," Marna said apologetically.

“No,” Morgan interjected with a smile. “Who can guarantee that the box contains General Manfred? And nobody’s taken the time to check it properly.”

Maena: "..."

Aren't you afraid that the Demon King will come back in his airship to kill you by doing this?

Oh, with Qi Yan here, then it's alright.

Marna shook her head, suppressing her worries for the time being.

He was only there to help Qi Yan and repay the favor he owed Qi Yan, and he had no intention of interfering with Rhodes Island's decision-making.

Vina gestured to Morgan to take Marna and the Self-Salvation Army members back to rest, while she herself walked toward Mandela and the other man who were still standing in the square.

Mandra stared blankly in the direction Abrahana had left, while the 'spy' quietly stood guard beside her.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Mandra's soft cat ears twitched, but she stubbornly refused to turn around.

"Let's go back," Vina said.

“Go back where?” Mandela asked in a low voice. “I can’t go home anymore.”

Mandela wasn't a particularly intelligent person, and was even somewhat obsessive, but that didn't mean she didn't understand Abrahina's attitude.

She was abandoned.

He was personally abandoned by the leader he respected and valued most.