Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The blade sliced ​​through the deformer's body, sending a trail of green fluid splashing onto the ground.

The shapeshifter wiped the blood from Windermere's fingertips, completely ignoring the gruesome wound on his chest.

He looked at Windermere's bleeding shoulder and said calmly:

"Your Excellency's control over the soldiers has surprised us. Unfortunately, you have won this battle, you have won twice."

Most of our individuals have been identified; they are aware of the situation here on the vice-captain and are on their way as you wish.

Having said that, the shapeshifter stared at Windermere, who was charging at him once again, dodging the sword energy to the side, and asked curiously:

"We almost completely imitated your speech and behavior, so why were we seen through?"

Windermere swung his blade, unleashing a devastating aura that ravaged the battlefield and wounded the shapeshifter once more.

She didn't answer. Once the battle began, she put aside all distractions and focused solely on achieving victory.

The shapeshifter sighed inwardly upon seeing this.

Windermere lived up to his status as Grand Duke Victoria; he was destined to be unable to behead Windermere on his own, or even escape the killer's intent.

"Looking forward to our next meeting."

The shapeshifter gave up resisting, letting Windermere shove his sword into his chest, and then punched Windermere in the face with his backhand.

A strong gust of wind rushed towards her, but Windermere calmly tilted her head to dodge it. A wound opened on her cheek, and bright red blood covered her face.

The sword churned at the shapeshifter's chest, unleashing a burst of energy that shattered the shapeshifter into countless fragments.

Only after the outcome was completely decided did Windermere let out a long sigh of relief, his breathing slightly disordered as he spoke to the shapeshifter's corpse:

"Your souls have been worn down to numbness by time, and you can't even understand who you are, so how can you become someone else?"

Shaking off the disgusting, viscous fluid from his blade, Windermir sheathed his sword and turned to walk toward the four mobile Originium cannons.

She had only taken two steps when she staggered and fell to her knees.

“It’s still a bit of a stretch,” Windermere managed a wry smile. “But I can’t stop here; my soldiers are still fighting.”

Windermere, you must win this battle. You must return to the land with Daphne. Victoria cannot face external enemies while in internal strife.

As if hypnotizing himself, Windermere took a deep breath, stood up again, and walked firmly to the Originium Cannon to activate it.

She had no greed; she only controlled one Originium Cannon to advance, while destroying the remaining three with her sword.

She dared not risk taking control of these heavy weapons; if they fell into the hands of the disguised shapeshifters in the team, it would cause unimaginable losses.

When Windermir piloted the Originium Cannon through the turbulence and arrived at the location of the secondary ship, the battle had already begun.

Under Windermere's command, Victoria's soldiers dispersed into multiple small groups and charged toward the massive ship from all directions.

After the group of over a hundred people dispersed, they appeared as tiny as insects compared to the deputy ship.

However, the Sarkaz forces that gathered on the secondary ship's deck to fight back also looked rather pathetic. Their attacks were unable to inflict any effective casualties on the small groups of Victoria soldiers scattered in all directions.

To Windermere's surprise, she discovered a group of over forty people, led by Vina, also charging towards the secondary ship.

"Qi Yan didn't rescue her first?"

Windermere muttered something to himself and skillfully manipulated the Originium Cannon to aim.

A scorching heatwave condensed in front of the cannon barrel, then exploded with a roar, spitting out an energy beam that struck the landing port of the secondary ship.

The high-density Originium energy melted away the tightly closed gate of the landing site in the blink of an eye, revealing an attack target that Victoria soldiers could pass through.

Ignoring the Originium Cannon's load limit, Windermir bombarded the secondary ship with shot after shot until the energy of the Originium Cannon became frenzied when it fired again.

Windermere's expression changed, and he quickly jumped off the Originium Cannon, somewhat disheveled, and stumbled behind a boulder.

The deafening explosion enveloped the boulder, and Windermere, hiding behind it, felt the heat wave wash over him, causing his long blue hair to curl up.

Windermere casually ruffled his hair and joked to himself:

"I hope Defiance likes my new hairstyle."

After rising from the boulder that had been partially melted by energy, Windermere did not rush to join the distant battlefield, but stood in place to observe the battle from afar.

In Windermere's view, more and more Victorian soldiers emerged from the turbulence, far exceeding the size of the group she had gathered around her before.

Among them were sword guards she had personally trained.

After these people appeared on the battlefield, they also first observed the battle situation and spotted Windermere immediately.

Those people were clearly delighted, but then fell into a state of surprise and uncertainty.

Windermere took no action.

She had absolute trust in her soldiers; these men were not her puppets, and they would make the necessary judgments when necessary.

This management style may leave hidden dangers, leading them to make decisions that are not entirely loyal to them during special periods, but Windermere doesn't care.

All she needs are these people who are loyal to Victoria!

Now, winning this war is what Victoria needs most!

Windermere watched silently as the soldiers drew their weapons and charged toward the vice-captain, noticing some soldiers quietly falling behind and fixing their gaze on him.

These soldiers quickly broke away from the attacking force and formed a perfect encirclement around Windermere.

"Still not giving up? Do you still want to behead me?"

Ignoring his wounds, Windermere drew his sword again, his fighting spirit palpable as he faced the approaching shapeshifters alone.

"Madam, are you the Duke of Windermere?"

A slightly immature girl's voice came from behind Windermere.

"when?!"

Windermere's expression changed, and he turned around to see a young girl from Carter's wearing a loose coat appear silently not far from him.

Beside the girl was a serene-looking woman with short green hair named Felin, as well as several members of various races, including a Sarkaz blood demon.

“…Rhodes Island?” Windermere asked tentatively.

In this battlefield, there was only one team that she could think of that was so bizarre.

"Yes, my name is Amiya."

The girl from Carter nodded: "We were delayed in finding our companions, but hopefully we're not too late."

Windermere remained vigilant, using the blade to guard against Amiya and the others: "How can I tell that you are not imposters?"

“Your Grace does not need to determine our authenticity.” Amiya looked at the approaching shapeshifters. “Our cooperation is simply to stop them.”

"Then, happy working together."

Windermere's lips curled into a slight smile, which vanished in an instant.

Despite his serious injuries, Windermere's momentum remained undiminished. Once he officially entered battle mode, he charged towards the shapeshifters with his knife in hand.

Amiya took a deep breath and summoned her Shadowy Sky:

"Everyone, let the battle begin!"

Chapter 722 Attacking the Ship

Vina swung her sword, cutting off the incoming crossbow bolt, then frowned slightly.

Having gotten used to the weight of the hammer, she still felt somewhat unaccustomed to the light and airy Breath of the Kings.

However, these minor issues did not affect her mood.

"Everyone, follow up! While our allies are coming to reinforce, let's kill the Sarkaz on this secondary ship and take it back!"

Vina raised the Breath of Kings and shouted, then charged forward as the vanguard.

"Vina, be careful!" Morgan whispered a warning as he followed closely behind her.

"Miss Morgan is right!"

The poet in the grey top hat, who had been picked up by Vina on the road, quickly chimed in.

At this moment, the poet was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and one of his legs was somewhat unsteady when he ran, making him look extremely miserable.

However, the poet didn't care about this; instead, he felt a sense of relief at surviving a calamity.

He didn't know what his fate was. He was already being watched as a dangerous person in Windermere's team, and after the temporal turbulence broke out, he was teleported to a group of Sarkaz, who beat him so badly that he almost questioned his existence.

After finally escaping, I saw this secondary ship and thought I'd sneak in to check things out, only to find an even bigger horde of Sarkaz inside.

As expected, he was beaten again, and the poet escaped with a limp, finally encountering Vina's group.

At that moment, the poet felt closer to Vina than to his own mother, and he almost hugged Vina's leg and cried out about all the grievances he had suffered along the way.

As a result, after learning about the situation of the vice-captain, Vina immediately suggested leading the team back to fight.

The poet now only wants to escape this place that makes him sad, but the order given to him by Castor is to stay by Vina's side at all times and try his best to make friends with her.

Seeing Vina glance at him before charging forward again, the poet felt a pang of despair.

Despite his injured and somewhat clumsy leg, he was no slower than anyone else, staying close to Vina and occasionally shielding her from crossbow bolts and Originium Arts.

The Victorian soldiers gathered by Vina in the rear didn't have as many thoughts as the poet. When they recognized Vina, who was holding the national sword, as their temporary commander, their duty as soldiers made them entrust their lives and everything to Vina.

In this battle, unless Windermere gives them direct orders, they are Vina's soldiers.

Vina's leading role successfully ignited the soldiers' fighting spirit.

A group of people broke through the Sarkaz's defensive offensive with unstoppable momentum and poured into the gap that Windermir had blasted open with Originium cannons.

With the Sarkaz no longer blocking their way on the deck, Vina and the others were able to move forward at a faster pace in the narrow passageway of the warship.

The poet looked around and met Morgan's gaze; both of them saw the worry in each other's eyes.

“Too easy,” Morgan said in a deep voice.

“I’ll say it again, the Sarkaz may be uneducated, but they’re not stupid,” the poet chimed in. “They can’t possibly not understand that a force of only fifty-odd men cannot possibly defend such a large warship.”

Vina, who was at the forefront, slowed her pace slightly and frowned, saying:

“There is something strange about this. Even if Windermir’s support helped to share the Sarkaz’s firepower, it was too easy. Why didn’t the Sarkaz use those Originium Cannons at all?”

"Could it be that they haven't had time to take control yet?" Morgan tried to analyze.

“Not at all,” the poet objected. “The way to use the Originium Cannon isn’t complicated. At most, it might lead to poor accuracy or the cannon exploding due to unfamiliarity, but it’s impossible for someone not even to understand how to fire it.”

After saying that, he looked at Vina carefully and suggested in a low voice:

“Your Highness, it is not wise to be greedy for credit. Let me lead you and Miss Morgan to retreat first, and let the other soldiers continue to advance.”

Vina tightened her grip on the Breath of Kings slightly.

Under the watchful eyes of the poet and Morgan, Vina gave the order:

"Morgan, go and inform the other soldiers of the situation. Tell them to slow down, not to rush forward, but to spread out and find out the situation of the ships, and to be ready to retreat at any time."

Then you should leave immediately, find Mandra whom I've placed outside, and have her prepare to use Originium Arts to fly to the deck to meet me and the poet.

poet:???

“Vina, you can’t be allowed to do something so risky. Your identity can’t be compromised!” Morgan exclaimed.

“Morgan, I am no king now. I am just an ordinary person fighting for Victoria.”

Vina said firmly, "With the poet here, I'll be fine. You've seen his escape skills."

The poet tugged at the brim of his hat a couple of times, his heart filled with unspeakable bitterness.

Your Highness, how do you think I learned to run away?

Morgan was about to say something when Vina interrupted him:

"Believe me, and believe in Mandela."

Morgan was anxious when faced with Vina's hardening stance, but he didn't know how to dissuade her.

A sigh escaped from the poet's lips.

He patted Morgan on the shoulder and nodded, saying, "Go ahead. Even if you are Her Highness's strategist, you cannot disobey her orders."

"Let me risk my life to accompany Your Highness today. Whether I'm hung on a wall or given an official title and honors afterward depends on this!"

Morgan: "..."

Vina smiled, wasted no more time, and sped up again, rushing deeper into the ship's passageway.