Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Chapter 711 Qi Yan's New Experimental Ideas

Salus's body trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn't just fear, but also the vulnerability she had been trying so hard to hide that Qi Yan was ruthlessly exposing to everyone.

Qi Yan smiled and teased, "Don't struggle, I'm a master of super-powerful attacks, you can't argue with me."

Salus's face was ashen, but he still stood in front of the absolutist.

Seeing this, Qi Yan's last bit of patience was exhausted, and he stepped forward.

Salus subconsciously took a half step back, then suddenly straightened his chest as he recalled the rumored personality of Qi Yan.

"Let him go, and I'm willing to give myself to you."

Salus wiped the blood from his face, trying to make Qi Yan see his beautiful face.

But Qi Yan didn't even flinch, raising his hand as if swatting away a fly and slapping Salus across the face.

Sarus was powerless to resist and flew far away with a scream as he spun around.

The shapeshifters not far away, who were contemplating what form they would take to die a quick death, exchanged glances, shrugged helplessly, and gave up the struggle.

Qi Yan squatted down beside the pardoner, looking down at the dying man.

"I really admire you. Your PUA techniques are amazing. How about we have an academic exchange?"

Qi Yan raised his hand and gently pressed down on the white horn of the Pardoner: "Let me tell you a secret, I used to be an academic who loved to use his brain and conduct experiments."

"What... what do you want to say?" The absolution master's voice was somewhat broken.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to PUA techniques; I don't really like that kind of thing," Qi Yan said with a smile. "Let's study the soul instead."

I know you really enjoy this, and now I can help you connect with my soul.

As he spoke, Qi Yan maintained his smile and broke off the white horn of the absolution master.

The pitiful cries echoed endlessly.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Qi Yan. When I first came here, I was wandering on the snowy plains of Ursus."

Qi Yan slowly inserted the broken horn of the Pardoner into the other's chest: "I have conducted many experiments to explore my own abilities. The test subjects included bandits in the wilderness, Ursus soldiers who chased me, villagers who plotted against me, and all sorts of unknown small animals. Oh, and myself."

However, the more I researched it, the less I understood. My abilities always seemed to uncover new tricks, so I eventually gave up. After all, the abilities I already knew were enough.

Blood and foam began to gush from the pardoner's mouth as he stared intently at Qi Yan:

"I am no match for you. The mere display of your killing intent is enough to make my soul tremble uncontrollably, but that is all."

He knew Qi Yan was deliberately torturing him, but his stubborn soul prevented him from begging for mercy.

Qi Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, exerting force in his hand as he slowly pried open the absolution master's chest.

Blood splattered and flowed, staining Qi Yan's body.

“You’ve misunderstood, Quesatushta. I know how hopeless you are.”

Qi Yan said softly, "The part that will truly terrify you hasn't even begun yet. Right now, I simply don't want you to die too quickly, and I hope our conversation will keep you sober."

Getting back to the topic we were just discussing, I used to be just like you, someone who loved experimenting. I didn't care about these things back then, but now I suddenly do.

Looking back, I too am a sinner with blood on my hands and burdened by sins.

You are a pardoner, so please forgive my sins and absolve my soul.

In return, I can grant you your most cherished wish: the power you desire most, the power of eternity.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The pardoner's pupils trembled violently.

He found himself increasingly unable to understand Qi Yan. At this moment, Qi Yan was becoming mad, more paranoid than him, and his soul was more twisted than his.

Or rather, this was just Qi Yan slowly revealing the face that was usually hidden beneath the surface to him.

"I want to do a new experiment that I've never tried before," Qi Yan replied. "And you are my perfect test subject and best partner."

May your soul withstand the truth. Keep going, pioneer, towards the essence of the world.

The pardoner's eyes were somewhat glazed over.

Footsteps came from behind Qi Yan, and a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Qi Yan turned around, and Kal'tsit gently shook her head at him:

"That's enough. Don't let people like that influence you."

Qi Yan pouted regretfully, pulled out the broken horn from his hand, and casually tossed it aside.

He straightened up, took the handkerchief Kal'tsit offered, carefully wiped the blood from his hands, and asked:

"So you're planning to let him go? This guy isn't easy to kill; his soul is just as tough as that old black snake's."

"Don't you have any other options?" Kal'tsit frowned.

Qi Yan shrugged: "Alright, it seems I'll have to put my experiment on hold for now. I'll just have to feed it to my ancestors in the Qi family."

The cold wind ruffled Qi Yan's hair.

Qi Yan: "...Um, Da Bai says He doesn't eat."

"Why don't you give it to me?"

The red phantom of the Witch King emerged from behind Qi Yan.

"Take it away from us, so as not to offend anyone's eyes," Qi Yan reminded them.

The Witch King imitated Qi Yan's eerie laughter, "Hehehe," and swept the Exorcist away into the distance.

Qi Yan turned to look at the shapeshifters, who all grinned smirked.

"Don't worry, friends, I won't kill any idiots. We're all brothers," Qi Yan said earnestly. "Take me to meet the real Theresa."

"She has already seen you."

The shapeshifter reverted to his original appearance: "Poor pardoner, you became a sacrifice without even knowing it. As for when you will see His Highness, we dare not make any promises."

“Since she’s there, I don’t think she can escape me,” Qi Yan said confidently.

"That's not a good way to pursue girls," the shapeshifter joked.

"Does she not want to see me, or anyone else?"

Qi Yan pointed to Kal'tsit and the others who were silent beside him.

The shapeshifter replied, "It's not the right time yet."

Qi Yan couldn't help but click his tongue softly.

Is this gentle prince a little too 'mischievous'?

However, Qi Yan didn't mind being a bit more 'mischievous' than Beatrice.

He turned to the air beside him and said, "Big White, help me find it."

"It's too late."

The shapeshifter spoke first.

A cold wind appeared out of nowhere, shielding Qi Yan in the middle. The white wolf finally revealed itself, warily staring at the sky above the canyon.

“One of my kind has arrived,” Qi warned.

"No way..."

Qi Yan roughly guessed the truth.

The canyon, which had just calmed down, suddenly became chaotic again.

It wasn't the people here who caused the chaos, but rather the space itself began to fluctuate constantly, as if some enormous creature was about to emerge from beneath calm waters.

A melodious chant, exuding an ancient aura, echoed as a creature resembling a whale skeleton defied spatial limitations and forcefully entered the sight of everyone present.

On the skeleton of the behemoth, a huge Sarkaz girl in military uniform stood at the very front of the spine. She raised her hand and drank the remaining wine in her glass in one gulp. Then she took out a pocket watch and, without the slightest delay, activated her Originium Arts with all her might.

The behemoth, which was now nothing but skeletons and parts of its nerve bundles, let out a long roar again, for reasons unknown.

His nerve bundles flexibly drooped down, binding the powerless airship, intending to take it into the void and escape.

Chapter 712 Four Hundred and Eighty-One

No self-introduction is needed; His presence here represents everything.

Everyone was aware of what kind of being they were facing at that moment.

The skeleton of a god.

"Is this why the Sarkaz transported supplies into the city of Londinium out of thin air? A behemoth that controls time and space."

Kal'tsit sighed softly, then immediately went on high alert: "We must stop Him from transferring the airship. Qi Yan, are you confident?"

Qi Yan completely disagreed with Kal'tsit's judgment: "Don't let the enemy lead you by the nose."

"What are you going to do?" Kal'tsit asked.

"How would I know? You and the doctor didn't reveal any plans to me." Qi Yan spread his hands innocently. "So now I can only act out of habit."

"...Don't force yourself."

Kal'tsit couldn't bring herself to refuse at that moment, and could only give earnest advice.

"I'm not that stupid. I won't be a fool and go looking for the giant beast to fight one-on-one."

Qi Yan laughed and waved to Qi Gao beside him, shouting, "Go, Big White, bite him!"

Qi Rou's large, soft tail swept across Qi Yan, sending him tumbling, before transforming into a gentle breeze and landing on the giant beast's skeleton.

On the giant beast's skeleton, the Sarkaz woman with the enormous cup turned pale with fright.

She frantically used her pocket watch to activate Originium Arts, trying to contact the skeleton and move it quickly, otherwise the aftershocks of the battle between the two divine beasts would be enough to kill her hundreds of times over.

"Stop struggling, I can't get away."

The fragment of the giant beast's soul hidden in the pocket watch said helplessly, "Little guy, I only have one suggestion for you now."

"What is it? Tell me quickly!" the Sarkaz woman asked hastily.

"You still have a bottle of wine hidden in your pocket, right?"

"it's here!"

The Sarkaz woman quickly pulled out a can of liquor that she was carrying with her.

"Open it."

She did as instructed immediately.

"Drink up, this might be your last bottle."

The Sarkaz woman was stunned.

Before she could even curse, Qi's attack had already arrived, his snow-white wolf claws landing on the ribs of the giant beast's skeleton.

A single blow was enough to overwhelm the long-dead skeleton, and fine cracks climbed up the ribs all the way to the spine.

"Ugh, it's happening again. I just woke up and got beaten up for no reason."

The skeletal behemoth seemed somewhat resentful, swung its body to shake Qi off, and turned to try to escape.

But Qi's body transformed into a gentle breeze once more in mid-air, landing back on the skeleton and biting down on its spine.

"No, you really bit me?!"

The skeletal behemoth couldn't help but grumble, "I only have these bones left. Even if I don't care, I don't want them to become food."

"Speaking of which, you're in a worse situation than me. My soul is just shattered into a few pieces, which I can count even though I'm too lazy to count. Your soul is shattered so many times I can hardly count them all."

"Four hundred and eighty-one pieces."

The usually taciturn Qi rarely spoke, but he spat out the bone fragment in his mouth and gave a precise answer.

"Why bother?" the skeletal behemoth sighed.

Qi stopped talking and continued to pester him.