Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Chapter 740 Gods? I wouldn't even be a dog!

The cave was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

No one could believe their eyes as they stared at the colossal skeletal beast overhead.

They even doubted whether everything they had just heard was real; perhaps, without realizing it, they had fallen into some kind of illusion.

What shocked them even more was that Mostima looked at them strangely and said with disdain:

"Why would I want that thing?"

Her disdain was genuine; she had absolutely no intention of raising the price.

Then Mostima looked at W and asked with a smile:

Do you want to become a god?

"No interest. I can still chase after that dog even if I don't become a god. It's the same whether I become a god or not, so why should I be that thing?" W curled his lip in disdain.

Mostima then looked at Arturo: "And you?"

“If I become a god, can you prevent your companion from aiming his gun at me?” Arturo pointed at Fiameta.

“Then what am I supposed to do with that thing?” Arturo shook his head.

Mostima finally looked at Fiameta and waved his hand, saying:

"Don't point at them. This is obviously the style Qi Yan likes. Don't cause a big dog disaster in Lateran."

"Speaking of which, do you want to become a god?"

Fiameta looked somewhat conflicted.

When Hedley and the other Sarkaz saw that someone was finally showing a normal human reaction, they felt a sudden sense of relief for some reason.

Before they could even catch their breath, they heard Fiameta mutter:

"But it is my responsibility to apprehend the wanted criminal, but protecting Lateran is also important... Never mind, Lateran is more important. I will go back and report this to the Pope, and let him decide."

Oh right, what did you just ask me?

"Do you want to become a god?"

Fiameta said, puzzled, "What do I need that for? If there's anything I don't know, I can just ask Qi Yan."

They could only remain silent.

Mostima clapped his hands, then spread his palms and said:

"Look, even a fool knows there's no need to be a god."

Fiameta: ?

Arturo: ? ? ?

Enraged, the skeletal behemoth flipped over twice in mid-air.

Finally, He stopped throwing a tantrum and said in a gentle voice:

"It's not a matter of just a few of you, but rather an opportunity for you to assign tasks as you see fit. If you feel like it, you can even bestow a deity upon the Originium Bugs by the roadside."

“I don’t think you understand at all,” Mostima said with amusement. “Does becoming a so-called god make you more omnipotent than Qi Yan?”

"This request is simply asking the impossible," the skeletal behemoth said irritably.

"That's it."

Mostima was equally annoyed: "Look at these people here, is there anyone who can't call Qi Yan?"

Skeletal behemoth: "..."

He was furious, but he couldn't refute it.

Hedley stood in the middle of the group, some of them wanting to raise their hands.

Firstly, he wasn't very confident that he could get Qi Yan to help him. Secondly, he had an idea: if he opened a literacy class as a god, the Sarkaz might be more interested in enrolling.

But he wasn't sure if revealing his little dream would anger the skeletal behemoth.

After all, this behavior seems to be somewhat blasphemous to the dignity of the gods.

Moreover, the decision actually rested with the blue-haired angel in front of him. He had only just met her and had no right to ask for such a precious opportunity.

The skeletal behemoth wandered around the cave several times, finally sighing:

"Okay, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."

This opportunity to ascend to godhood will belong to the Sarkaz leader in the future.

"My dear aunt, I never intended for you to become a god. If it were just about carrying out tasks and bearing witness, would you agree?"

“Theresis?” Mostima’s blue eyes narrowed slightly.

Once the truth was revealed, the cave fell silent once again.

The Sarkaz even forgot to breathe, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Mostima finally showed interest, rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a moment, and then smiled:

How can you be sure he'll accept this opportunity?

The skeletal behemoth sighed, "He's not interested, but the Sarkaz need it."

Hedley's one eye widened, and his fists, hanging at his sides, clenched involuntarily.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, pleading with Mostima:

"Please do not grant His request. If Theresis truly ascends to godhood, the scale of this war will exceed everyone's imagination."

"Hedre! You're a Sarkaz too!" Ursula could no longer remain silent and stepped forward, shouting, "Why is it that you insist on standing against the Sarkaz?"

"I never intended to stand against the Sarkaz!"

Hedley stood firm: "But what the Sarkaz need now is not a god, but a transformation of their mindset, otherwise they will only repeat the same mistakes."

In the past, the Sarkaz were even more powerful than any major power today, but in the end, the Sarkaz struggled and reincarnated in one destruction after another.

"Ersula, the gods are powerful, but think about this calmly: if the myriad races of this land discover that Theresis has ascended to godhood, the Sarkaz will rise at an alarming rate. What will the myriad races choose?"

Faced with the sudden assertiveness of Hadley, Ersula instinctively took a half step back, her expression uncertain, unable to utter a single word.

She knew very well that the gods were beings who stood at the pinnacle of this land, but they were not invincible in the world.

The legend of the Yan Kingdom's slaying of the god is something even a ten-year-old child can tell.

Moreover, even if Theresis ascends to godhood, he is still a god bound by the Sarkaz, and he is destined not to be able to protect the Sarkaz in the allied forces of all races.

Sarkaz is different from Rhodes Island, and Theresis is different from Qi Yan.

The Sarkaz harbor an indelible hatred for all races, and none of the races will tolerate the Sarkaz possessing power beyond what is expected.

Hedley took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Gods are powerful, but they are not the salvation of the Sarkaz. Instead, they will plunge the Sarkaz into an even deeper abyss of despair."

The argument between the two reached the ears of everyone in the cave, including the skeletal behemoths roaming the sky.

He seemed to be suddenly intrigued by Hadley, and slowly descended his body, the drooping nerve bundles drifting past Hadley's ear.

Hedley was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked up and said with a forced smile, "I didn't mean to belittle you."

“There’s no need to hide anything,” the skeletal behemoth said lightly. “You have no reverence for the so-called gods in your heart, or rather, you are only afraid of the power we represent.”

"How about we make a bet, little one?"

“You are smart, but the current leader of Sarkaz is also smart.”

The skeletal behemoth said with a smile, "He can think of everything you can think of, but in the end, I bet he will ascend the ladder to godhood."

Hedley gritted his teeth and said firmly:

"If that's the case, I will stop him at all costs!"

"The bet is established."

No one spoke; everyone watched silently as Hadley confronted a god.

Ersula looked at Hadley with incredibly complex emotions.

The Sarkaz didn't think as deeply as she and Hadley; they only knew that Hadley was preventing the Sarkaz from possessing the legendary divine power.

This filled their eyes with hatred and murderous intent as they looked at Hadley.

Hedley sensed Sarkaz's attitude, but he simply lowered his head and silently endured it.

Until two figures blocked his way.

Ines calmly shielded Hedre from the Sarkaz's hostility.

W was more direct, a healthy smile spreading across his face as he raised his grenade launcher and aimed it at the Sarkaz.

"Looks like you're quite unhappy," W laughed loudly. "Perfect timing, since I'm beautiful and kind-hearted, I'll personally send you on your way so you can go complain to the other souls."

Amid laughter, the trigger of the grenade launcher was pulled.

No one expected W to act so suddenly, and before anyone could react, a large number of Sarkaz were blown away by the explosion.

Chapter 741 Xiao Mo: Let Me Say Something Fair

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Ersula felt like she was going crazy.

W didn't care about any of that. His grenade launcher roared, firing one grenade after another.

Even Mostima was startled and stepped back slightly, muttering to Fiameta beside him:

"This girl's firepower is no less than yours."

"Her Originium Arts is Explosion," Fiameta analyzed seriously.

"He has the potential to be an artist."

Mostima chuckled and stepped forward to stop W, who was about to continue firing.

Ersula seized the opportunity to quickly disperse the Sarkaz.

The situation has now completely turned in the enemy's favor. Even their own "lifeline" has been taken away. Continuing to fight would be suicidal.

"Let me say something fair," Mostima said, standing between the two sides with a serious expression.

But Ersula's heart skipped a beat.

It is common knowledge that when someone says they want to speak the truth, it means that person is about to take sides.

Sure enough, Mostima's first words made Ersula's face darken.

"Gentlemen, I can help keep the skeletons on your heads safe. In exchange, this young lady from the Sarkaz side can come with me."

Mostima said sincerely to the Sarkaz side, "I will never favor either side. Of course, you can make requests, and I will try my best not to grant them."

Ersula: "..."

She glanced at the Sarkaz around her and noticed that all of them wore expressions of anger that they dared not express, which made her sigh inwardly.

It's not that Sarkaz is too weak, but that the opponent is unreasonably strong.

“I can go with you, but I hope you will spare the lives of these Sarkaz.”

Ersula was forced to accept reality and took the initiative to walk towards Mostima.

The Sarkaz all whispered in unison.

Ersula seemed not to hear their cries, walked up to Mostima, and whispered:

"Most of these Sarkaz are porters. I won't deny that their work is a crucial part of the Sarkaz's war, but the 'spine of life' has already been taken away by you, and their existence will not have any impact on the course of the war."

If you can, I hope you won't kill them. They don't have the courage to take up arms and go to war.

Mostima shook his head: "I have no intention of judging them. If anyone is to take action, it will be the Victorians who were forced into the war. I am just an ordinary Sarkaz passing by."

Ersula glanced at the staff in Mostima's hand, then at the skeletal behemoth in the air.