Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The poet stayed close to her, focusing all his attention on helping Vina be alert to her surroundings.

The two of them proceeded straight up the stairs to the ship's deck without encountering any obstacles.

“Your Highness, I am now certain that this is definitely a trap,” the poet said with a wry smile.

“We’ve come this far, we have no choice but to keep going,” Vina said through gritted teeth.

The poet understood this as well, and with a swing of his blade, he cleaved open the door leading to the deck.

A gust of wind carrying Originium dust blew in from behind the door.

Vina and the poet quickly dodged aside.

"Your Highness, this is going to be really funny."

The poet saw the situation on the deck outside and felt his vision blur.

Fine Originium dust drifted on the deck in the wind. The Sarkaz were covered in hideous Originium crystal clusters, but they seemed completely unconcerned and continued to recklessly activate their Originium Arts.

Noticing Vina and the other two rushing towards them, the Sarkaz mindlessly swung their Originium Arts, which they had gathered at the cost of their lives.

The poet immediately used his arm blade to cut through the ceiling, creating a passage, and then pulled Vina to jump down onto the deck.

Their expressions then darkened further.

“Those turbulent currents are dissipating,” Vina murmured.

"Your Highness, it seems I'm going to be hung on the wall."

The poet said with a wry smile, "It's not just that the turbulence has ended; this secondary ship is clearly right in the center of the Sarkaz's summoning of the Scourge. We... have arrived at the very front of their firing range, practically face-to-face with their weapons."

In the gloomy sky, the rules that had been altered by the power of authority were returning to normal, and the swirling natural disaster clouds condensed into a funnel-shaped vortex, the tip of which pointed directly at the battlefield.

Vina withdrew her gaze and turned it back to the Sarkaz on the deck.

They were on their deathbeds, their bodies constantly disintegrating into more and more Originium dust, becoming the freshest active Originium on this land, and the most sensitive beacon in the face of natural disasters.

"Hey, you two, stop looking at the scenery!"

Mandela’s shout came from the edge of the deck.

She desperately used her Originium Arts to fight off the increasingly violent hurricane, rushing towards where Vina and the other person were.

"Run with me! This secondary ship is a giant Originium bomb!" Mandra was clearly agitated, her voice becoming sharper. "Those Sarkaz lunatics dismantled all the Originium equipment on the ship and piled it all up in the ship's core energy chamber."

Once a natural disaster strikes, these Originium will erupt, and this entire battlefield will be razed to the ground!

The series of bad news made Vina and the poet extremely pale. Knowing that there was no time to lose, they rushed towards Mandela immediately.

Just as the three were about to reunite, an arrow formed from condensed green fluid pierced Mandela's shoulder.

Mandra screamed in pain as her Originium Arts went out of control and she crashed heavily onto the deck.

"Unfortunately, those of you who wish to leave will need to leave behind the Breath of the Kings."

The shapeshifter transformed into fluid and surged up from the edge of the deck, single-handedly putting Vina and the other two in a dilemma.

Vina immediately growled, "Don't even think about it!"

The shapeshifter said calmly, "Please don't be impulsive, young lion king. We are willing to let you go out of kindness."

If you stubbornly cling to the Breath of the Kings, it will become ownerless when the natural disaster strikes, and we can easily reclaim it from other entities.”

"I will destroy it before I die, or I will destroy it in front of you."

Vina remained unmoved, placing the Breath of the Kings before the poet: "Do not hesitate, destroy it. If the Breath of the Kings falls into the hands of the Sarkaz, the consequences will be dire!"

The poet looked at Vina in disbelief.

Even the shapeshifters were somewhat surprised.

They hadn't expected that in such a short time, the lion cub would become so bold and decisive.

The poet looked at the breath of the kings blocking his way, took a deep breath, and then resolutely swung his arm blade down.

As a result, his powerful strike missed its mark, nearly straining his aching back again.

Vina: "No, you're really going to do it!"

Under the bewildered gazes of the poet and the shapeshifter, Vina sighed:

"I was planning to put on a good show and hold out against the shapeshifters for a while, but why couldn't you keep up with my train of thought this time?"

"But... what's the point of this stalemate?" the poet wondered.

The shapeshifter was also somewhat puzzled, but then suddenly realized something and looked up at the sky.

Vina smiled slightly:

"Those damn turbulences are over, but this place is still the epicenter of the disaster, plus a bunch of someone's favorite snacks."

"Our time to strike back has come, Sarkaz!"

Even Mandela reacted at this moment, clutching her shoulder wound and shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Qi Yan's father, save me!"

Shapeshifter: "...We're doomed! He can still call me 'Dad'?!"

Amidst the swirling clouds in the sky, a streak of red light appeared at the edge of sight and then drew closer in the blink of an eye.

The crimson wings behind Qi Yan became the only vibrant color in this gloomy world, like a blood-red scalpel slicing through the natural disaster and suddenly slashing down on the ship.

Chapter 723 Happy Superman

Crimson blood wings dominated the view of everyone on the ship's deck.

The force of Qi Yan's heavy stomping feet caused the deck to crack inch by inch, with spiderweb-like fissures appearing. A wave of air erupted from him, sweeping away the surrounding Originium dust.

The doctor was raised high in his hands like a handbag and then fell down in a sorry state.

"Vina, when you get back, remember to ask Kal'tsit for the blocking medication."

Qi Yan didn't rush to make a move; the first thing he did was to give a word of advice.

He then glanced at the Sarkaz who were no longer human, threw the Doctor onto the deck, and waved his hand to make the blood wings behind him spread out, dissolving all the Sarkaz.

After doing all that, Qi Yan finally turned his gaze to the shapeshifter.

The shapeshifter smiled and said, "Are you going to stand up for those Sarkaz?"

Qi Yan tilted his head in confusion:

What do I care if they live or die?

“We can see the reluctance in your eyes,” the shapeshifter said softly. “Qi Yan, congratulations.”

Qi Yan smiled slightly: "There's no need to be so sentimental. It'll make me feel awkward when I see you off later."

“If possible, we would like to walk on our own,” the shapeshifter said sincerely.

"Guests are guests, how could I, as the owner of this ship, not see you off?"

The shapeshifter was stunned.

They had no recollection that this secondary ship belonged to Qi Yan; otherwise, they would never have chosen this place to set a trap.

"Don't misunderstand, I saw it, it's mine," Qi Yan explained.

"You're still you."

The shapeshifter suddenly burst into laughter.

Qi Yan turned to look at Vina and said:

“Give me the Breath of the Kings. We’re all buddies. If the shapeshifter wants it, just give it to him.”

Vina looked completely bewildered, then handed over the Breath of the Kings.

The poet standing nearby was stunned: "Your Highness, what are you doing...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yan took the Breath of the Kings and threw it, piercing through the shapeshifter's chest and pinning him to the deck.

The shapeshifter did not resist, but calmly accepted its death.

But on his deathbed, he had one question that he knew he would die with regrets if he didn't ask it:

Why...are you so obsessed with...being a father?

Qi Yan's face darkened, and he glared at Mandela, who was clutching her shoulder.

"How exactly did this strange trend come about?" Qi Yan questioned.

Mandela shrank back and looked at the doctor, who was struggling to break free from his motion sickness.

Noticing Qi Yan's ill-intentioned gaze fixed on him, the professor quickly shifted the blame:

"I didn't teach her. She probably figured it out herself. More likely, it was because you made me beg you that this silly cat misunderstood!"

Qi Yan took a deep breath.

After all this, the culprit turns out to be myself?!

He turned his gaze back to the shapeshifter pinned to the ground by the Breath of Kings not far away.

In Qi Yan's hands, the Breath of Kings was just a relatively sharp iron bar. It would be easy for the shapeshifter to heal its injuries, but the shapeshifter did not think of doing so, letting the wound continue to ooze green liquid.

He just stared at Qi Yan with longing eyes, seemingly genuinely curious about the answer.

Qi Yan strode to the shapeshifter's side, drew out the Breath of the Kings, and said with deep sorrow:

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"……real."

"Because every man dreams of being Happy Superman."

The shapeshifter's face was filled with bewilderment.

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "What about the fake one?"

"Because every man dreams of being Happy Superman."

The shapeshifter died, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Qi Yan returned to Vina's side with the Breath of the Kings. Vina had already helped Mandra up, her expression not relaxed despite the death of the shapeshifter.

“A natural disaster is imminent, and this warship is in great danger. We must evacuate everyone immediately,” Vina said calmly. “Or, Qi Yan, could you handle this matter?”

"This warship is mine, so of course I'll take full responsibility for it!"

Qi Yan readily agreed.

"What are you going to do?" Vina asked.

Qi Yan pondered for a moment, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, and said:

“Carry it away and send it to my nursing home. The nursing home happens to need a transport vehicle.”

Wei Na: "..."

She had no doubt that Qi Yan was serious and that he would actually put this outrageous act into practice!

"You've asked him unnecessary questions."

The doctor finally recovered from his motion sickness and said irritably, "Let me do it."

Everyone turned to look at the doctor, awaiting his instructions.

Under the watchful eyes of four people, the doctor pondered for a moment and then said seriously:

"Let Qi Yan carry it away."

Vina's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked Qi Yan, "How long has it been since the Doctor replenished his sanity?"

Qi Yan scratched his head: "I just fed him..."

"shut up!"

The doctor roared as if his tail had been stepped on, then continued, "I'm not joking. Anyway, Qi Yan has already broken the rules, so it won't make a difference if he does a little more work."

If a force of a certain size is finally gathered near the warships and suffers losses or is forced to disperse again, the situation will be very unfavorable for us.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Sarkaz's counterattack is about to begin.

"But what counterattack capabilities does the Sarkaz have besides natural disasters now?"