Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The space there was constantly distorting, as if something below was struggling and trying to break through the space.

When the distortion reaches its extreme, a hole is suddenly torn open in space.

A ball appeared in everyone's sight.

Theresa: ?

Salus: ? ? ?

"You summoned a ball?!"

Qi Yan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Salus stared in disbelief at the black sphere, shaking his head and muttering to himself:

"This shouldn't be happening. There's clearly the leader's aura outside this space, so why is it a sphere?"

"Because this guy's soul is very resilient, I made him into a wrist ball to play with."

After the gap in space was torn open, a voice that Qi Yan recognized very well came.

Qi Yan turned to look at the illusory image of the Witch King beside him and found that the other party was obediently staying in the same place and had not gone anywhere.

But since the Witch King's afterimage is still here, then who made the Witch King's voice from the spatial gap?

Qi Yan's doubts were quickly answered.

A hand emerged from the gap, grasped the wrist ball formed from the pardoner's soul, and slowly swung it around.

The owner of that hand then came into full view of everyone.

The Witch King, dressed in a black royal robe, stood outside the spatial rift, his red eyes slightly narrowed. He took a deep breath of the air from this land, his long black hair swaying gently in the wind.

Then, a hint of nostalgia crossed his face, and he said softly:

"Long time no see, this land."

Chapter 773 The Escaped Originium

The former emperor of Letania reigns over this land once more.

No one, except himself, knows why he suddenly appeared.

Theresa gazed at the Caprini man with naturally swirling horns before her.

The Witch King also gazed at the Sarkaz woman of humble origins before him.

"Hello, Demon Lord of Sarkaz."

"Greetings, Witch King of Letania."

There was no epic conversation between the two; it was just a simple greeting.

While the two were talking, Qi Yan looked on in surprise, craning his neck and circling around the Witch King twice. Suddenly, he reached out to touch the Witch King's horn, but the latter dodged him by tilting his head.

Unwilling to give up, he reached his paw at the 'wrist ball' in the witch king's hand, but the witch king dodged it again.

"You're the real deal!" Qi Yan exclaimed in amazement.

"The real deal." The Witch King replied calmly.

"But why is your real self less generous than a phantom?" Qi Yan clicked his tongue in amazement. "It's one thing that you won't let me touch your horns, but this wrist ball is a gift from me, why won't you let me touch it?"

The Witch King was not angered by Qi Yan's disrespect.

He glanced at his own afterimage and explained casually:

"I was able to come back by using this guy's soul power. Once I lose him, or when his energy is exhausted, I will have to go back."

"So what do you want to do after you come back?" Qi Yan asked.

This time, the Witch King did not answer.

He simply looked at Salus, who was on his deathbed, and pointed a finger lightly in the air.

Salus let out a painful groan, powerless against the Witch King. His heart pounded uncontrollably, gradually evolving into a strange melody.

The melody quickly reacted to the energy fluctuations of the altar behind them, and the altered summoning ritual was restored to normal.

Theresa watched all this with a look of amazement in her eyes.

The ritual that the Sarkaz had painstakingly planned for many years was easily understood by the Witch King, who found a way to manipulate it.

If the Witch King came with the intention of stopping all of this, the Sarkaz will no longer have the possibility of summoning the 'First Originium'.

"Go do what you're supposed to do."

The Witch King gazed into the distance at Londinium: "I also have my own things to do. Qi Yan, I will temporarily withdraw this lingering sound."

The afterimage of the Witch King drifted to his original form and spoke as well:

"I'll come back to you once we're done with our work."

Qi Yan looked suspicious: "You two aren't plotting to go to Letania to get revenge, are you?"

"If so, will you stop me?" the Witch King countered.

"I have only one small request," Qi Yan said excitedly, "Leave the Twin Towers to me!"

The Witch King: "..."

The lingering image of the Witch King helped analyze Qi Yan's behavior: "When he goes mad, it means he has agreed."

Upon hearing this, the Witch King nodded, stopped chatting with the others, and walked arrogantly to the altar, silently appreciating Salus's final lament and despair before her death, manipulating her death and the process of the altar.

The Witch King knew perfectly well what the altar before him symbolized.

Every flick of his finger is like casting a die on the wheel of fate for this land; survival and destruction are both in his hands.

What he needs to master is a delicate balance between the two.

Fortunately, the Witch King was already quite familiar with this kind of thing.

"here we go."

As the Witch King softly announced, the drop of 'Tikkaz Blood' in the center of the altar began to melt away.

When the last remnant of the Tikkaz dissipated on this land, some being gave this race a response.

The essence of the world unveils its mysterious veil to all living things on this earth.

The crimson glow burst through the clouds.

If someone were standing on a high place looking out over Londinium at this moment, they would see with their own eyes the dark clouds that had lingered over the Shard for years now fleeing, and blood-red branches climbing up the towering Shard.

Under the dense foliage, bright red fruit finally emerged.

Qi Yan stood on tiptoe. Although he was in the center of the basin he had created and couldn't see the specifics, he already realized what had happened.

"Wuhu, He has finally arrived."

Qi Yan whistled lightly.

But it was precisely this action of his that triggered a situation that no one had anticipated.

The essence of the world unveiled itself, opened its eyes, and then... He saw Qi Yan, and decisively covered the veil again.

The 'original Originium' that had just appeared above Shard began to dissipate at an even faster rate.

Theresa: ?

Qi Yan: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Holy crap, don't run away!"

Qi Yan immediately became anxious, exerted force with his feet, and his figure transformed into a sharp arrow, soaring into the sky and rushing straight towards the 'original source stone'.

Theresa looked blankly at the Witch King and found that the confusion in his eyes was even greater than her own.

"Did something go wrong with the ritual?" Theresa asked.

“There’s nothing wrong with the ritual,” the Witch King shook his head. “The problem lies with Qi Yan.”

"I'm puzzled."

Theresa fell into deep thought: "Anan is the beginning of this land, and also the end of this land. He is the essence, the truth, and should be at the pinnacle of the world's status."

But now, He is...afraid.

The Witch King looked at his afterimage and sighed:

"It seems your choice was correct. Compared to this source stone, Qi Yan is far more dangerous."

“I have never doubted that.” The lingering image of the Witch King was the calmest ghost present. “After all, my birth was because of Qi Yan.”

"So you made that choice, even at the cost of seeking my help."

The Witch King finally revealed the reason for his presence here.

"The real price I need to pay hasn't even begun yet," the lingering image of the Witch King chuckled.

"What exactly are you two planning?" Theresa scrutinized the human and the ghost before her.

The Witch King shook his head and explained:

“Our plans have nothing to do with you, with the Sarkaz, or even with that Originium. I came here only for Qi Yan.”

"……I see."

Theresa walked to the altar and reached out to take control of it: "Then I only need to do what I think is right."

Under Theresa's influence, the Originium surrounding the altar began to transform, turning into a special torrent of information that surged into the altar.

Upon seeing this, the Witch King couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Theresa glanced sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were getting revenge for the Sarkaz's carefully prepared ritual being so easily broken by the Witch King.

The Witch King found this somewhat amusing, but even more so, he felt admiration:

“You are an excellent warlock. If it weren’t for the Sarkaz’s reputation among all races, there would probably be two different opinions about who should be considered the best warlock.”

"Maybe."

Theresa smiled, her body gradually thinning as she and the Originium transformed from matter into pure information.

Suddenly, Qi Lin, who had been watching from the sidelines without being able to get a word in edgewise, rushed forward and grabbed Theresa's translucent arm.

“Take me with you,” Qi Lin said firmly.

"why?"

"No matter where I am, as long as Qi Yan wants to, he can find me. I am the beacon he will never lose."

"Why bother?"

"Because I wanted to know if a person could really come back to life."

"Who is that dead person that you find so hard to let go of?"

"My brother."

Theresa was stunned.

She instinctively wanted to turn her head to look for Qi Yan, but in the end, she didn't have time. In the instant she turned her head, her body became completely intangible.

But at the last moment, Theresa made her choice.

Qi Lin's body, along with her, transformed into a torrent of information, surging into the altar.

The 'original Originium' on Shard Tower, which had faded to the point of being just a faint shadow, suddenly seemed to be disturbed by some uncontrollable force and became solid again.

Having arrived outside the city of Londinium, Qi Yan felt something and stopped, turning back to look in the direction of the altar.

"Is this also part of your plan?"

A white wolf shadow appeared beside Qi Yan.

Qi Yan nodded, his expression neither sad nor happy:

"Originium witnesses all the information of this land, without exception."

What will Qi Lin encounter?

"A farewell she had been avoiding."

Qi Yan withdrew his gaze and turned to look into the city.