Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Neither side hesitated for a second; they attacked each other with deadly moves the moment they met.

Two beams of energy, several meters thick, shot out from the cannon muzzle and collided in mid-air, the resulting explosion and roar even silencing the thunder of the natural disaster.

A bright orange sun was born, collapsed inward for a moment, and then burst open.

The immense energy compressed the air into a visible shockwave, whipping up endless sand and dust that spread in all directions.

The nearly 100-meter-tall warship was slightly lifted by the impact, and the front half of the hull, unable to withstand the impact, began to deform, with a large number of fragments being torn off.

The airship on the other side was also in bad shape. Despite trying its best to protect itself with shadows, it was still shaken violently in the air by the impact and crashed into a canyon.

Compared to Windermere's high-speed warships, the airships clearly suffered greater losses in this wave-on collision.

Once this flying machine lands, it will lose all its advantages and become like a free-range chicken, at the mercy of others.

In the high-speed warship, Windermere plunged his sword into the floor, barely managing to keep himself from being thrown off.

Behind her, even those who were prepared were still thrown off by the violent tremors.

Qi Yan narrowed his golden eyes, then sat the Doctor down on his backside, his hands digging into the wall and floor like knives, successfully protecting the Doctor.

Unfortunately, the hooded man being protected showed no gratitude whatsoever; instead, he was pressed down by Qi Yan's buttocks until his eyes rolled back in his head.

The warship's structure emitted a painful groan, and the second wave of impact followed as the warship, which had been tilted up, fell back to the ground.

This time, besides Qi Yan and the Doctor who was firmly pinned down by his buttocks, even Windermere was shaken so badly that he staggered and fell to the ground.

Qi Yan pulled his hand away and scratched his head in confusion: "Why did it feel like the second wave of impact wasn't that strong?"

"Are you fucking a bastard?!"

The doctor's cursing was somewhat subdued: "The second wave of impact came from below. Of course you couldn't feel anything when you had me pinned down... Ah, white-haired dog, why do I see a river in front of me?"

There was also a Sarkaz woman with long pink hair who looked so familiar. She said she was Theresa and had come to take me away.

"Doctor, wake up! Don't go! Theresa hasn't completely won the revival match yet!"

Qi Yan quickly got up, pulled the doctor up, grabbed his neck, and shook him violently.

The doctor's head was shaken back and forth like a rattle drum until it finally tilted to the side, and he cleanly and neatly lost consciousness.

Qi Yan gasped upon seeing this.

If he goes back and the Doctor complains to Amiya, wouldn't he be doomed to a day trip to the bridge?

Just as Qi Yan was hesitating between giving the doctor artificial respiration or destroying the evidence, the conference room door was kicked open by a group of people.

"Duke, the medical team has arrived. Are you injured?"

A group of medics, all of them wounded, rushed to Windermere's side.

"I'm fine, save others first."

Windermere propped himself up, shook his slightly dizzy head, and immediately regained his fighting spirit.

She pushed aside the medic in front of her, pointed at the unconscious doctor, and then gave an order to her trusted aide who staggered over:

"Have the intelligence officer submit a report on the damage to the warship, and notify all sword guards to assemble on the transport ship!"

The trusted confidant pushed aside the medic who approached him and stumbled away.

Before she even reached the door, an intelligence officer with blood still streaming from his forehead approached her.

The two exchanged a glance, then brushed past each other without wasting a moment.

"Duke, the warship's structure is 40% damaged, and the power module has failed. Rebooting will take at least ten minutes!"

The intelligence officer seemed to have been injured by the recent tremor, and subconsciously roared at the top of his lungs: "The weapon modules are severely damaged, 70% of the secondary guns are out of combat capability, the main gun power supply module is overloaded, the sorcerer squad and the engineering squad are working hard to repair it, and the next round of firing is expected to take fifteen minutes!"

"Order the nearest auxiliary ship, 011, to come and provide support. All personnel except essential personnel from the main ship should be evacuated to the auxiliary ship!"

Windermere barely hesitated, as if it were all part of her calculations: "The remaining personnel should abandon the secondary guns and focus all their efforts on repairing the power module and the main gun power supply module. I require them to repair these within five minutes!"

Once repairs are complete, set the main ship to automatic cruise and proceed at full speed towards Silverstone Cliff. I will then lead the Sword Guards aboard the transport ship to pursue the airship!

"The Duke?!"

The intelligence officer looked horrified.

The staff officers were so frightened that they jumped up in unison. One of the more impatient ones kicked away the medic who was treating his wounds and rushed toward Windermere.

"No, Duke!"

“We know your intentions. You are forcing the Sarkaz to make a choice between defending the airships and attacking the main ship, but you cannot take that risk!”

“Let me go. I can change into your coat and clothes and stand conspicuously on the transport ship’s deck. In this chaotic situation, it will be difficult for the Sarkaz to distinguish me.”

Windermere waved to stop the staff from speaking, and resolutely said:

“My mind is made up. As the Grand Duke of Victoria, how can I back down?”

This pursuit cannot be delayed; a decisive victory must be achieved as quickly as possible, and then we must evacuate the disaster zone!

Having said that, she drew her sword from the floor, sheathed it, and strode towards the door.

The staff members were speechless and could only watch helplessly as the dashing and ruthless duke walked away.

They knew that Windermere was setting an example by risking his own safety to boost the morale of his soldiers.

In such a battle where every engagement is a fight to the death, the side with higher morale has a greater chance of winning.

Even so, Windermere's decision at this moment seemed a bit too radical to the staff.

Under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen people, Windermere suddenly stopped in his tracks.

She turned around and looked at Qi Yan, who was squatting to the side, anxiously waiting for the medic to rescue the doctor:

Aren't you coming along?

Chapter 706 I think Windermere still has a lot of charm.

Windermere's single sentence successfully silenced the meeting room.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the staff members were overjoyed.

They finally realized that Qi Yan was still there to back them up, and Windermere and Rhodes Island were now in a cooperative relationship!

As long as Qi Yan is with him, even if Windermere were to charge into Lontinim alone and give Theresis a duel, he could always escape unscathed.

The story of Qi Yan storming into the Western Hall of the Holy King's Guild and beating up Theresis with a Sarkaz girl on his left and a Sarkaz girl on his right has spread far and wide among various factions.

Even though Windermere is getting on in years, she definitely deserves the description of still being charming!

The staff members immediately looked at Qi Yan expectantly.

These are all necessary sacrifices, all for Victoria!

Windermere witnessed firsthand the shift in the mood of his staff. Although he couldn't quite grasp their exact thoughts, he sensed something was amiss, and his face darkened slightly.

However, now was clearly not the time to lash out, so Windermere simply took notes of each member of the staff present.

Then she looked at Qi Yan again and said in a serious tone:

"If you capture a key figure in Sarkaz, I can abandon him and let you do whatever you want with him. All I want is for Sarkaz to suffer losses and for the war to be won."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Qi Yan immediately beamed with joy, abandoning the doctor and jogging over to Windermere's side.

Just as the two were about to leave, the doctor suddenly sat up in shock from his deathbed and scrambled towards Qi Yan:

"Don't leave me!"

The young medic next to him, who had taken out emergency medical equipment, widened her eyes slightly.

What kind of medical miracle is this?

The hooded man had just been knocked unconscious by Qi Yan, but he passed out peacefully.

As a result, when the murderer who had choked him unconscious was about to leave, he suddenly had a strong will to survive, as if leaving Qi Yan was more dangerous than being choked unconscious by Qi Yan.

The little girl didn't understand, but said she was very shocked.

No one paid attention to the little girl's astonishment. The doctor quickly met up with Qi Yan and the other two, and the three of them left the conference room side by side, walking through the severely deformed corridor of the ship.

"Doctor, how do you think the Sarkaz will respond to my assassination attempt?" Windermere suddenly asked.

The doctor shook his still dizzy head and analyzed:

“Manfred isn’t the type to let others dictate the pace of things, and I don’t think he’ll be attracted to you.”

More likely, they will use secondary ships to completely cripple the main ship on the battlefield, depriving you of any weapons that could threaten the Lord of the Royal Court. At that point, the Calamity will officially descend, and this battlefield will become Sarkaz's home ground.

"Natural disasters and Sarkaz..."

Windermere sighed.

She no longer held out hope of beheading Theresa; she only hoped to use Qi Yan's hobby to kidnap Theresa, which would be a heavy blow to the Sarkaz.

"If that Sarkaz general really keeps his sights on the main ship, then I'll have no choice but to abandon it."

Windermere pushed open the door to the deck, his gaze sweeping over his familiar warship: "Hopefully the warship will make it into the Silverstone Cliff area in time. I will then have it self-destruct. Even if it doesn't kill the general, it can severely damage his forces. The rest will be left to the Iron Duke's troops within Silverstone Cliff."

"That's crazy?" Even the doctor was shocked by Windermere's idea.

“The Sarkaz are powerful, but they also have their own disadvantages.” Windermir strode toward the transport ship. “The special bloodline among the Sarkaz makes their individual combat strength incredibly formidable, but this also means that the Sarkaz’s combat power is too dependent on powerful individuals, and once they are injured, it is difficult to replenish them in a short period of time.”

In contrast, even if my fleet is damaged in this battle, it can be quickly replenished thanks to Victoria's powerful industrial strength.

In this battle, I will carry out the decapitation strike to the very end. Whether the victor becomes a Sarkaz demon lord, a general, or the ruler of the royal court, whatever the cost to Victoria, it will be a great victory!

The doctor nodded, praising sincerely:

"As expected of the iron-blooded Grand Duke who guards the frontier, you are a person who truly understands war."

"No……."

Windermere shook his head in denial, his gaze turning toward Silverstone Cliff: "Compared to that Iron Duke, I dare not accept such a compliment from the Doctor."

The doctor couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly beneath his mask.

Windermere stopped chatting and resolutely boarded the transport ship.

On the ship, a whole group of solemn-looking warriors stood in neat formation, awaiting her arrival, each with a longsword at their side.

These men were sword guards personally trained by Windermere, her most powerful and loyal elite force.

Windermere slowly walked past the sword guards and came to the front of the procession.

With her back to the sword guard, she slowly drew the sword from her waist, its tip gleaming with a cold light, pointing straight forward at the location where the airship had crashed.

"Follow me, let's go to war!"

"Hurry up, try to land on the airship before the natural disaster strikes."

Kal'tsit led the Rhodes Island crew cautiously through the heart of the battlefield.

Amiya followed silently beside her, her gaze resolute, but the small fist unconsciously clenched at her side betrayed her inner tension.

A warm hand grasped Amiya's small fist.

Amiya turned her head and saw Huang smiling at her from the side.

She returned a somewhat forced smile and explained:

"I'm fine, but the thought that the next move might... bring me into contact with Miss Theresa as adversaries, I'm a little unsure how to face it."

Kal'tsit remained silent for a moment, then said in a somewhat somber tone:

"I know you're confused and anxious, Amiya, but there are some things we have to face."

When you see Theresa, if she is truly still herself, you can confide in her freely.

Amiya took a soft breath and nodded:

“I know, Dr. Kal'tsit, I will no longer hesitate.”

Their conversation did not slow down the group's progress, but when they saw the airship that had already peeked out of the canyon ahead, Mud Rock in the group suddenly felt a little sorry for it.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to see the airship, but rather that he was concerned about Qi Yan.

"Qi Yan seems to really like airships. If we secretly come and destroy them without telling him, won't that make him sad?" The gentle young woman tried to advocate for Qi Yan.

Kal'tsit said expressionlessly, "The airship is essentially a dead soul, an ancient existence that we cannot easily destroy. Our goal is simply to make the Sarkaz lose air superiority."

"If Qi Yan really likes it afterwards, he can negotiate with the dead spirits alone. I won't stop them from making as many airships as they want."