Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Wellington's fleet sped past.

As Qi Yan passed in front of him in Wellington, he warmly raised his hand to greet him:

"Old Deng, come visit my retirement home sometime. Don't worry, it's safe to have a warship parked downstairs!"

His shouts were drowned out by the roar of the warships sailing by.

Wellington had been watching Qi Yan's every move. When he saw Qi Yan waving and talking but didn't hear him, Wellington couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

They're already this strong, surely they can control their voice to travel over distances?

To hear only their voice, not to see them in person—isn't that what the gods excel at?

"...The staff, immediately analyze for me the deeper meaning behind Qi Yan's actions."

Wellington turned to the people beside him and gave the order.

His staff officer immediately looked distressed and scurried off to find an expert who could read lips.

Wellington stood still, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and spoke to Qi Yan:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Qi Yan. I am aware of Abrahana's cooperation with you. I will eliminate your enemies. The Sarkaz are not my enemies. It is the Sarkaz and the Victorians who intend to hinder us who are our common enemies."

After saying that, Wellington stopped paying attention to Qi Yan and ordered the warships to head towards the disaster zone at full speed.

He knew in his heart that Abrahma's ghost army could not delay the carrion army for long. Even if he left most of his troops to assist Abrahma, the young red dragon was no match for the carrion king.

"This war should come to a temporary end," Wellington murmured to himself. "Let the fall of the King of the Royal Court mark the end of this war."

Unaware that Wellington, brimming with fighting spirit, had left, Qi Yan scratched his head in bewilderment.

"What is this old Deng saying? Do I have any dissidents I want to eliminate?"

Chapter 727 Those Who Go to Their Death

The Blood Demon Lord strolled gracefully amidst the thunder.

His tuxedo was stained with blood from the previous war, some of his own and some of Victorian blood.

"I have already caught the scent of blood." The Blood Demon Lord moved forward with a clear goal in mind. "Shapeshifters, once again you have let the enemy go and failed to take her head."

A team came into the Blood Demon Lord's sight.

Guided by Logos and Amiya, the Victorians used their Originium Arts to create a defensive barrier to withstand the power of the thunder.

When the Blood Demon Lord appeared, everyone's expression changed.

Windermere used his sword to support his weak body as he was about to stand in front of everyone, but Kal'tsit pressed down on his shoulder.

"Your body can no longer fight; if you force yourself to continue, you will not survive this war."

Windermere remained unmoved by Kal'tsit's warning:

“We cannot escape. The Lord of the Sarkaz court has come at this moment and will not give us any room for maneuver.”

"Now is not the time; you will only become a burden in the battle."

The PhD student also offered advice: "Recognize reality, and you'll gradually get used to it, just like I have."

As he spoke, the Doctor shrank behind Kal'tsit, trying his best to minimize his presence.

Kal'tsit glanced at the Doctor but said nothing.

She vaguely noticed that the Doctor hadn't issued any commands since returning to the battlefield, and seemed to be slacking off the whole time, as if waiting for something.

Kal'tsit couldn't understand what the Doctor was waiting for.

During the time they reunited, Kal'tsit learned through their conversations that the only one who could save the situation was Qi Yan, who was personally directed by the Doctor to leave.

Thinking of this, Kal'tsit frowned.

The Doctor noticed Kal'tsit's gaze and raised his hand to touch his mask: "Is there something on my face?"

Kal'tsit: "...We need your advice now."

"My advice is that ordinary people should disperse as soon as possible. This time, the Blood Demon Lord is serious."

The doctor's remarks were clearly somewhat irresponsible, causing Kal'tsit to frown even more deeply.

At this moment, Niyan walked up and said to everyone:

"I'll go and hold off the Blood Demon Lord, while everyone else tries to escape."

"We'll come too."

Logos and Amiya walked up to Mudrock.

In this situation, the threat of natural disasters is clearly incomparable to that of a king with murderous intent.

"Unfortunately, they cannot leave for the time being."

The Blood Demon Lord's voice descended from the sky.

He controlled his blood to lift himself up amidst the thunder, as if announcing the arrival of a judgment.

Logos brandished his bone pen and solemnly declared:

"I write here, for blood cannot overcome death."

Golden runes were arranged in the void, drawing a boundary that separated the master of the Blood Court from the others.

The Blood Demon Lord remained calm as he slowly extended his finger:

"Young banshee, banshee symbolizing death, in what capacity and from what stand you stand here?"

"My words are the court of the death knell."

"Together with these alien races?"

"With my companions."

Logos slowly stepped forward to the front of the group, with Mudrock and Amiya following behind him as they faced the enemy before them.

The Blood Demon Lord's single eye swept across the three faces, and he said softly:

"I, the master of the Blood Court, accept your challenge."

"Sorry, you're the challenger."

Logos, with a serious expression, waves his hand, manipulating runes to create chains that pierce the Blood Demon Lord.

The Blood Demon Lord easily deflected the fierce attack, but Amiya's black magic followed immediately. The ground trembled, and a huge rock arm pierced the earth, grabbing at the Blood Demon Lord.

"The fun is over."

Despite facing the combined power of the three, the Blood Demon Lord remained calm.

He came here this time with a determination to accomplish certain things, and his previous playful attitude was gone.

The blood was boiling.

The crimson mist had somehow spread across the entire battlefield, and the dark clouds in the sky churned and transformed into scarlet blood clouds, staining the winding lightning with blood.

This is the realm of the Blood King's Court.

The master of the Blood Court unleashed an irresistible will of judgment.

Screams echoed across the battlefield, a mixture of death and rebirth.

The Victorian soldiers were powerless to resist; their blood burst forth, devouring their lives and becoming nourishment for their offspring.

Numerous bizarre and grotesque blood-descended worms were born on this battlefield.

Mud Rock's expression darkened, and he waved his hand, intending to use that inexplicable power to stop the Blood Demon Lord's slaughter.

But the moment she opened her mouth, an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped her heart.

Amiya's whisper and the spell arrived simultaneously, shattering the blood spear that the Blood Lord had casually tossed down.

But the moment the blood spear dissipated, it transformed back into a large number of worms that surrounded the mudstone.

Mudrock immediately erected a magical barrier to block the worms, but the enemy's attacks were so dense that they devoured the barrier in the blink of an eye.

Even though Amiya tried her best to use magic to help Mudrock relieve the pressure, she was unable to clear out the endless, constantly regenerating bloodline worms in a short time.

The Blood Demon Lord, who controlled the blood to lift himself into the air, remained indifferent and suppressed the enemy's most troublesome tactic in the blink of an eye.

He admired this junior of the Sarkaz, and was also wary of the aura of Qi Yan on Mudrock, but that didn't mean he would be helpless when he was truly determined.

Standing before Amiya and the other two is an ancient being who has reigned for a thousand years, an arrogant man who once slew the Blood Demon King, and a Sarkaz legend who can withstand an army of thousands single-handedly.

A living legend.

The crimson hue between heaven and earth grew increasingly glaring.

The Blood Demon Lord waved his hand to summon the drop of Tikkaz blood, and then swallowed this purest drop of blood.

His aura began to surge, causing Logos, who was facing him, to change his expression drastically and be forced to condense runes to resist the oppressive aura.

In the crowd, Kal'tsit ordered M3 to repel the charging Bloodworms, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure trembling slightly beside her.

"Kroos, you retreat first!"

Kal'tsit was well aware of the pressure Kroos was under at that moment.

Unlike others, Kroos, as a blood demon, could not escape the throbbing of her bloodline when facing her king.

Kroos clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the force.

Her already pale face appeared even paler now, but her dark red eyes held no fear, only pain and sorrow.

“Kal’tsit, the Highlord… he came here with the determination to die,” Kroos said painfully. “I will not leave. I will stay here and wait for the outcome.”

Kal'tsit's pupils contracted slightly as she looked incredulously at the figure in the sky who had single-handedly suppressed Logos and the other two.

"Everyone, abandon all resistance and evacuate this place immediately!"

Vina's roar echoed in Kal'tsit's ears: "This is not a battle we can participate in. Staying here will only be a burden. Scatter and search for the warships and heavy weapons lost on the battlefield!"

A wave carrying countless corpses and blood worms raged in Kal'tsit's sight, crashing down on Logos and dragging the young banshee into a world of blood.

The master of the Blood Court descended, his blood-stained hands clenching tightly around Windermere in the crowd.

A raging torrent of blood surged forth from all directions.

The shadow of death looms over Windermere.

Chapter 728 Blood Demon Lord One Against Five

The roar of the Originium Beast and Kal'tsit's shout rang out at the same time.

M3's ferocious body leaped high into the air, crashing headfirst into the descending Blood Demon Lord.

M3, which had never lost in a contest before, was defeated without any suspense this time. It was slammed to the ground by the Blood Demon Lord's slender hand, which released a large amount of blood that engulfed it.

The roar became muffled in his blood.

M3 struggled on, its roar growing increasingly furious, until finally it raised its head high, and intense light gathered in its mouth.

A blinding beam of energy erupted from M3's mouth, evaporating the blood and forcing the Blood Demon Lord back. M3 then twisted its head from side to side.

The beam of light raged, shattering all the incoming waves of blood.

Large amounts of blood mist surged across the battlefield, and red flames rose from the black Originium behemoth. Its tough outer shell emitted rolling heat waves, showing faint signs of melting.

Kal'tsit gritted her teeth and hissed, "Stop him!"

M3 roared and charged forward, leaping high into the air once more, its four sharp claws simultaneously stabbing towards the Blood Demon Lord.

"I am not a stranger to you."

The Blood Demon Lord stared at the M3 charging towards him, his single red eye flashing with an eerie light, and a maddening hatred gradually surfaced on his face.

He neither dodged nor avoided, but summoned blood to transform into sharp blades that pierced M3's body.

At the same time, M3's claws pierced through the Blood Demon Lord.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, then the Blood Demon Lord burst into maniacal laughter, like a demon god crawling out of hell, his sharp blade churning and tearing a huge gash in the M3's tough body.

Amidst M3's agonizing roars, its claws clung tightly to the Blood Demon Lord, unleashing the terrifying energy fluctuations from its core before they erupted.

The explosion engulfed a man and a beast, and the shockwave swept outwards, causing everyone to stagger.

Kal'tsit let out a muffled groan and almost fell to the ground.