Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The rose was exchanged between their fingertips.

Qi Yan suddenly led the applause and cheers:

"This is one small step for the Sarkaz, but one giant leap for the land!"

Theresa was the first to chime in, taking out a piece of Originium and transforming it into flower petals in front of everyone, scattering them over Magdale and the other person's heads.

The falling petals enveloped the bewildered Magdalena and Shovel, while Qi Yan and Theresa continued to applaud.

Gradually, led by the two, more and more applause rang out, forming a dense, continuous chorus.

Chapter 760 The Flames of Hatred Are Hard to Extinguish

Magdahl and the shovel were completely bewildered by the applause.

Many of the people who were clapping along with the atmosphere were also a little confused.

As one of the Sarkaz clapped, he nudged his companion and asked:

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but since His Highness clapped, we should just follow suit."

Unwilling to give up, the inquisitive Sarkaz nudged his companion on the other side and asked:

"Have you figured out what's going on?"

"Roses, petals, a man and a woman—this is the legendary marriage proposal!"

The Sarkaz said firmly.

Sarkaz, filled with a thirst for knowledge, was filled with awe.

On the other side, among the Victorians, those who subconsciously joined in the clapping had mixed feelings.

In this situation, everyone applauded, and even Rhodes Island, which had saved their town, had participated. If they didn't cooperate, they would seem ungrateful.

But seeing their daughters run off to Sarkaz on their own initiative, the townspeople felt uneasy.

What exactly happened to Magdahl?

"She usually associates with that Sarkaz and even helps him cultivate flowers. I really don't know what she's thinking by doing this again."

"Stay away from Magdal from now on. Getting so close to the Sarkaz, who knows what she's planning?"

Freida listened to the whispers around her, clapping her hands absentmindedly.

Compared to the townspeople, she was the most conflicted person present.

Magdahl was her friend, but she couldn't argue for him.

Her father was the only victim after the Sarkaz came to town.

The Sarkaz were her enemies, and if she could, she was the one most eager for them to pay the price.

But she couldn't blame Magdall for anything; she already knew from him that the Sarkaz named Shovel had risked his life to protect Magdall.

Qi Yan slowly walked to Theresa's side and asked:

Has this scenario ever appeared in your dreams?

“It’s not just me, Theresis has also dreamed of this scenario,” Theresa said softly. “Sarkaz, if only we could truly stand together with all races.”

But I could hear the discussions, and I could feel the divide between the Sarkaz and all the other races.

These things don't happen overnight, nor can they be easily changed by the establishment of a single friendship.

Qi Yan shook his head: "I said, this is a small step for Sarkaz, but a giant leap for this land. Things always have a stage of development."

"not enough."

Theresa took out an Originium and held it between her fingers, her fair fingers gently caressing the angular Originium.

She spoke calmly, stating a cruel truth: "The Sarkaz's enmity with all races is endless. The sins the Sarkaz have committed in Victoria will take root in the hearts of Victorians as hatred, and eventually become the seeds of war."

The countless battles waged against the Sarkaz throughout history have also left behind an inextinguishable flame of hatred. In fact, due to the existence of the souls, this hatred is deeply ingrained in the Sarkaz race, burning more intensely than that of any other race.

"So that's why you're so eager to summon the original Originium, wanting to use it to send away all the souls, allowing the Sarkaz to break free from history and truly move into the future," Qi Yan sighed.

"So you already knew." Theresa didn't try to hide it.

“I know some of it, but I also have questions,” Qi Yan confessed. “You built the Tower of Babel in an attempt to change the relationship between the Sarkaz and all races. Even if you ultimately failed, you must have clearly realized that the chains of hatred should not continue to extend.”

But why are you now condoning everything Victoria does? If Rhodes Island hadn't arrived in this town, once the altar was activated, these townspeople would have become nourishment for Anana right before your eyes.

You, too, have become part of the chain of hatred.

"...because I am also one of the souls."

Theresa calmly revealed a cruel truth.

Qi Yan stared at the beautiful girl in front of him.

Theresa is still Theresa, but she is dead, killed in a trap set by two people she loved.

But Qi Yan didn't sense any hatred or regret from the person in front of him.

“You people,” Qi Yan sighed, “each one of you is either ambitious or compassionate, so noble… some of you don’t seem like living, breathing human beings anymore.”

Theresa smiled and used the source stone at her fingertips to transform into a clean white handkerchief to wipe away the red marks left on Qi Yan's lips from when he had just chewed on flower petals.

"I am someone who has been brought back to life."

Theresa looked at Qi Yan's clean face and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

It wasn't until she noticed that Qi Lin was staring intently at her from beside Qi Yan that she realized Qi Lin was right next to her.

"Hmm... I'll give it to you."

Theresa hesitated for a moment, then handed the handkerchief stained with a bright red mark to Qi Lin. The latter expressionlessly put away the handkerchief, which was stained with someone's scent, and continued to stare at Theresa.

Theresa: “…”

She looked at Qi Yan with a hint of pleading.

Qi Yan was deep in thought, seemingly caught between some important choices.

Qi Lin suddenly stepped forward, stood in front of Theresa, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Theresa felt a strange, inexplicable tension rise within her.

Qi Yan suddenly snapped out of his daze and, before Qi Lin could react, impatiently blurted out:

"Little Te, now that you're no longer limited to turning Originium into flowers, can you turn other things into flowers too?"

"...What do you want to transform?" Theresa had a bad feeling.

Qi Yan, his face beaming with excitement, rubbed his hands together frantically, winking and saying:

"Please help me transform into a gentle, obedient cat-eared maid who can cast delicious magic."

Theresa: “…”

Qi Lin: "..."

Without any communication, the two women simultaneously swung their fists, striking Qi Yan's abdomen with standard inch punches from the left and right.

Qi Yan was beaten to his knees on the spot, and his whole body lost its color.

The Doctor, who was about to walk over from a short distance away, saw this scene and made a swift 180-degree turn on the spot, going back to continue playing riddles with Kal'tsit.

The two women stretched their wrists; one regained her gentle demeanor, while the other became indifferent to everything once more.

The events in Brentwood were not delayed by Qi Yan's collapse. The Sarkaz, guided by the Rhodes Island members, went outside the town to await evacuation.

Magdar turned to rejoin the townspeople, but was stopped by Kroos.

"Would you be interested in visiting Rhodes Island?" Kroos extended an olive branch.

Magdahl smiled and said sincerely:

“I know what Miss Kroos is worried about, but I don’t plan to leave town for the time being; this is my home.”

Giving flowers to Chessman was my decision, and in making that decision, I already foresaw the townspeople's future estrangement from me.

“You need to think this through. This isn’t a problem that can be solved with just a few nice words,” Kroos warned. “Prejudice is a mountain that can crush anyone.”

"Maybe so, but at least now I'm seeing something different through what we call prejudice."

Magdar turned and looked back at the Sarkaz army in the distance.

Mostima is raising his staff, using the power of time to transfer the Sarkaz.

The turbulent currents whipped up waves that lashed against the Sarkaz, blowing off their hoods and masks and revealing their true forms.

Magdahl saw the shovel.

A slight smile played on her lips.

What? It turns out the face under the shovel mask wasn't grotesque or terrifying at all; it was just... an ordinary person.

Chapter 761 Today's Victory or Defeat: Ersula's Defeat

The Sarkaz disappeared outside the town, leaving no one behind.

The townspeople watched Mostima's retreating figure with eyes full of awe.

They didn't understand things like authority or gods; all they knew was that this seemingly lively and harmless girl possessed a powerful force that they couldn't comprehend.

Mostima simply ignored the gazes of the townspeople.

She couldn't find any enjoyment in these people.

At this moment, Mostima just wanted to find Qi Yan as soon as possible, and while Qi Lin and Theresa were whispering to each other not far away, she wanted to give Qi Yan the gift she had carefully prepared.

But when Mostima found Ersula, she discovered that Fiameta was already waiting for her there.

“I advise you not to court death,” Fiameta warned seriously. “Qi Yan just got a beating from his sister and that demon king for mentioning another girl, and he’s still lying dead next to Nightingale.”

"I know."

Mostima walked past Fiameta, took Ersula's hand, and said expectantly:

"Qi Yan was beaten so badly just for mentioning it. I really want to know what will happen to him if he actually gets a Sarkaz girl!"

Fiameta: "...Aren't you afraid you'll get beaten up too?"

Mostima retorted, bewildered, "So what if you get beaten up? Compared to this much fun, what's a beating?"

After saying that, she prepared to pull Ersula away.

But Ersula seemed to be rooted to the spot, and no matter how hard you pulled, you couldn't budge her.

"You're not afraid of death, but I am!" Ersula shook her head vigorously. "Don't drag me into your mess with Qi Yan!"

“How can we commit suicide without you?” Mostima said matter-of-factly.

Ersula: "..."

Seriously, is this guy crazy?!

Mostima increased the force of her pull, forcibly dragging the resistant Ersula toward Qi Yan.

As soon as the two approached Qi Yan's range, Qi Yan, who was lying motionless, seemed to have a radar switch triggered and sat up abruptly.

Nightingale, who was treating him, was startled and almost stood up from her wheelchair.

"Qi Yan, look what amazing treasure I've brought you!"

Mosti immediately pushed Nightingale's wheelchair aside and took the spot next to Qi Yan to provide a space for Ersula to be displayed.

"I can feel it!" Qi Yan's eyes lit up.

"That's right..."

Mostima was about to agree when he felt something go missing at his waist.

Looking down, she discovered that her staff had vanished.

The screams, audible only to herself, echoed in her ears. The giant beast within the Lock of Time desperately wanted to escape, but could not.

Qi Yan, staff in hand, plunged it into the ground and stirred it wildly, his face filled with the satisfaction of revenge.

"You bastard, causing trouble in front of Silverstone Cliff! You think I won't find you even if you hide inside the Lock of Desolate Time? I'll still recognize you even if you put on a disguise!"