Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

“…Alright.” Mudstone sighed and gave up.

In the group, Shining pushed Nightingale, who was sitting in a wheelchair, behind them.

Nightingale's body was still weak, and theoretically she shouldn't be on the battlefield, but Shining had no other choice.

We can't just leave the nightingale in Qi Yan's care.

Shining was worried that if she did that, she would see Nightingale sitting in a wheelchair being pushed around the battlefield by Qi Yan when they met again.

Moreover, the reason she came to Lentinium with Nightingale was to confront the sins she had committed in the past with Nightingale, sever ties with the past, and allow Nightingale to have a future of her own.

This gentle pardoner hoped that this trip would absolve him of his sins.

This apostle, burdened with suffering, wanted to fulfill the mission she had set for herself.

Chapter 707 My dad is my brother, my sister is my daughter

"The Shining..."

The nightingale in the wheelchair suddenly let out a faint cry.

“Liz, I’m here,” Shining replied gently.

Nightingale didn't turn around, but leaned back in her chair, seemingly a little dazed: "I feel like I'm seeing scenes from my childhood again."

Shining: “…”

Nightingale continued, "It's such a strange feeling. Those precious memories have become fragmented for some reason. I only remember that the stream was a little cold, and we were walking in it..."

I seem to remember seeing a blue-feathered beast... it was injured..."

"Liz?" Shining was startled, suddenly sensing that Nightingale's condition was not right.

But the nightingale remained trapped in that strange state, not looking at Shining, but simply gazing blankly at a withered tree outside the canyon.

A black, feathered beast landed on the twisted canopy of the withered tree at some unknown time.

It kept pecking at its own messy black feathers, and the shadows of the black and white Sarkaz were reflected in its dark, round eyes.

The nightingale parted its lips slightly and suddenly uttered a phrase in the ancient Sarkaz language.

The rest of the group also noticed Nightingale's change and stopped walking.

Logos frowned slightly.

As a banshee, he could clearly tell that Nightingale had been influenced by others to say those words.

"The mystery is solved here, and falsehoods are dispelled."

The banshee's bone pen swept across deftly, its special power enveloping the nightingale, protecting it firmly within, and attempting to cut off any external interference.

But the spells that were usually invincible had no effect this time. Nightingale continued to softly recount her fragmented memories, interspersed with ancient Sarkaz language.

"it's useless."

A black figure emerged from the shadows and blocked the Rhodes Island team's path.

The pardoner, having removed his golden mask, held a scepter resembling a withered branch. His face, usually concealed by the mask, was young and handsome, with an unnatural pallor. His black eyes revealed a world-weariness beyond his years, adding an incongruous ancient aura to his appearance.

Seeing that everyone on Rhodes Island was on high alert, the Pardoner maintained his calm and composed demeanor, as if he were in complete control of the situation.

“Young banshee, your spells can sever many connections, but they cannot change the essence of things.” He smiled. “This vessel is not under my control. I merely pricked it lightly, and so those false, useless things that were filled with human intervention are constantly flowing out.”

Logos did not respond to the absolutioner's sarcastic remarks, but instead wrote in the air with a clean and decisive stroke of the bone pen.

Obscure runes emerged, transforming into several sharp blades that pierced towards the Exorcist.

"Salus".

The pardoner softly called out a name.

The next second, a slender, blue-haired Sarkaz woman stood in front of the Exonerator, slamming her scepter on the ground.

Her voluptuous figure rippled beautifully with this exertion, and runes resembling Logos appeared out of thin air around her, transforming into a barrier to protect herself and the Absolutioner.

Upon contact with the barrier, both the rune and the barrier vanished without a trace.

After blocking the attack, Salus, his long legs wrapped in black silk, moved back behind the Exorcist, waving to Shining with a friendly smile, as if two long-separated family members were finally reunited, their joy and ease palpable.

Shining didn't even glance at Salus, focusing instead on checking Nightingale's condition.

This made Salus's expression stiffen. He slowly lowered his hand, and a look of disdain and resentment flashed in his eyes as he looked at Nightingale.

The absolutist also paid no attention to Salus, and after ordering her around, continued to stare at the Shining in the crowd.

"Sister, I've come to take you home." The absolutist smiled. "I can tolerate your rebellion, and I can understand your betrayal. As long as you come back to my side, I am still willing to complete our great cause with you."

Come, return to me, unite with me, and give birth to our most perfect, eternal offspring.

Shining could no longer suppress the disgust and resistance in her heart, and said coldly:

“You shouldn’t be here… Father.”

The explosive exchange between the two left most of the people present stunned.

Those who were unaware of the truth, such as Huang and Thorn, looked at each other in bewilderment, unable to make sense of the complicated relationship between Shining and the Pardoner.

Huang held the chainsaw warily at the pardoner, while simultaneously nudging the thorns with his elbow:

"You're a researcher, can you figure out this situation?"

Thorn pursed his lips and kicked the mountain beside him: "I don't understand. You've read the most books, have you ever read a similar story?"

Even the hairy face couldn't quite hold back:

"This family dynamic is even more chaotic than Qi Yan's thought process."

The three of them turned to look at Mudrock in unison, wondering if this Sarkaz could understand the ethical issues of this pardoner's own kind.

Unfortunately, Mudstone just gripped the hammer tightly with a tense expression and shook his head, saying:

“I knew the lineage of the Pardoners was outrageous, but I didn’t expect it to be this outrageous. Maybe we can try using Shuiyue’s divergent thinking.”

Shuiyue quickly spoke up to refute:

"I feel like I'm about to die from this, and I hesitate for a long time before eating it."

The pardoner, whose face was slightly cold from the gossip, sneered:

"You will never understand the responsibility I bear, nor can you understand the greatness of the cause I have dedicated myself to."

Huang grinned and started the chainsaw in his hand.

Amidst the deafening roar, Huang said with disdain:

"Don't get involved. I don't want to understand your ideas, which would make even Qi Yan shake his head in disapproval!"

I understand even less how you dare to stand in front of us!

The instant Huang finished speaking, she rushed forward and swung her chainsaw down at the pardoner's head.

The others attacked almost simultaneously with Huang.

Faced with the onslaught of the crowd, the absolution master dared not underestimate them and retreated with a solemn expression.

This move successfully exposed Salus behind him to everyone.

Salus took a deep breath, making her voluptuous figure even more spectacular, and then she opened her delicate little mouth and let out a piercing shriek.

Huang and the others felt a blur before their eyes, as if they had been hit on the head by a giant hammer.

"This is... the screech of a banshee."

Logos looked displeased, and the bone pen moved even harder in front of him, unleashing golden runes that were then thrust directly into Salus's cherry-like mouth.

The piercing scream abruptly stopped, and Salus clutched his throat in pain and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Chimera, a deformed product of the bloodline fusion experiment of the Pardoner," Logos commented indifferently.

Salus clutched his throat, unable to speak. He could only manage a strange smile in response to Logos' words before plunging his scepter into the earth.

The ground trembled, and a colossal rock statue rose from the earth.

Mudrock was slightly taken aback, and combined with Logos's explanation, immediately realized that this was also the power that Salus had stolen from the bloodline to which she belonged.

She suddenly understood Logos's terrible mood and quickened her pace, smashing the giant statue in the waist with a hammer.

Accompanied by the low growl of the mudstone, the newly formed rock colossus seemed to be pressed back to the earth by an unseen hand.

Salus looked astonished and somewhat flustered, waving his scepter again.

This time, everyone felt as if their blood was boiling, surging wildly uncontrollably within their bodies.

But the next second, a cold glint silently flashed across Salus's throat.

All the strange phenomena disappeared.

Ascalon appeared out of thin air behind Salus, a few drops of fresh blood dripping from the sharp tip of his sleeve blade.

"Where did this clown come from?"

Even the aloof and taciturn Ascalon couldn't help but make a comment.

The absolution master, who had already withdrawn to a distance, remained expressionless, but was equally speechless inside.

Even he didn't expect that his little pet would do something so foolish as to directly confront the Rhodes Island group in order to show off.

Chapter 708 The Shapeshifter's Choice

Seeing that the group that had dealt with Salus had turned their attention back to him, the absolutist sighed with a hint of helplessness.

Ascalon didn't utter a single unnecessary word. His figure flickered and disappeared, then he appeared before the Pardoner as if traversing a spatial distance.

A slash of the sleeve blade met the withered branch-like scepter, sparking a series of flashes.

The absolution master stepped back again and said calmly:

"Aren't you going to take action yet?"

A gentle sigh echoed in the ears of the Rhodes Island members. A Sarkaz with long pink hair, dressed in a white dress, walked from the direction of the canyon, surrounded by several crystals formed from magic.

Theresa's sudden appearance brought the impending battle to an abrupt halt.

Even Ascalon couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart, forgetting the rules of an assassin, and failing to disappear back into the shadows after making his move.

Theresa's gaze swept over everyone, lingering briefly on Amiya and Kal'tsit, but without lingering.

“The Doctor isn’t with you,” Theresa said.

Amiya instinctively took a half-step forward, but then stopped.

Kal'tsit, with a complex expression, said to Theresa:

"He acted together with Qi Yan."

Theresa nodded and then looked at Ascalon.

She slowly extended her hand and said gently:

"You must have had a tough time these past few years. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodbye last time."

Ascalon's eyes were filled with uncontrollable sorrow as she stepped forward to take the hand that Theresa offered.

A low growl, tinged with anger, rang out.

Amiya clenched her fists, black energy swirling around her and forming magical lines: "You are not Miss Theresa, Shapeshifter, you should not say these words in her form!"

Theresa sighed again, lowered her outstretched hand, and said regretfully:

"We're sorry, that wasn't our intention."

Ascalon realized what was happening, and then a tremendous rage erupted from the depths of his heart.

She was almost overwhelmed by her surging killing intent, her body transforming into a sharp arrow as she rushed towards 'Theresia', raising her sleeve blade to stab 'Theresia's' throat.

Faced with Ascalon's sudden attack, 'Theresia' made no move, but instead raised her smooth chin and deliberately exposed her neck.

The blood-stained blade hovered in front of 'Theresia's' neck, unable to advance any further.

It wasn't the opponent's defense that was the problem, but rather that Ascalon couldn't bring himself to attack the familiar face before him.

In that instant of Ascalon's hesitation, she committed a cardinal sin for an assassin.

The absolutioner silently raised his scepter, and black magic struck Ascalon's heart.