Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

He simply stopped wasting his energy thinking about such questions and instead focused on how to get the message out before he died.

Just as Therese was racking his brains trying to leave some message along the way, he saw a familiar figure squatting on the ground playing a game.

When Theresis discovered that the shapeshifter was still slacking off, her blood pressure spiked uncontrollably, but she was quickly filled with surprise.

He dashed to the shapeshifter and slapped the game console out of its hand.

"Ah! That's Water Moon's game console!" The shapeshifter was dumbfounded. "We'll have to return it to him when he gets back!"

"Don't speak, listen to me first!"

Therese cried out urgently, "Qi Yan is dead!"

"He was killed by a blue-haired Sarkaz!"

Shapeshifter: ?

"Now that she's got her eye on me, I'm afraid I won't be able to stall for long!"

Shapeshifter: ? ? ?

“Now, I need you to get this information out as quickly as possible!” Theresis pressed down hard on the shapeshifter’s shoulder. “Not just spread it within the Sarkaz, but use all of you to make this message known to the entire land.”

We must drag all races down with us; the Laterano of today is far beyond the capabilities of our Sarkaz race!

The shapeshifter fell silent.

Then, a joyful smile appeared on his face.

“We understand,” the shapeshifter replied earnestly.

"Leave it to you!"

Therese nodded vigorously, glanced back, but did not see the blue-haired Sakta.

But he didn't believe that such a strong person could be left behind by him, and resolutely embarked on the road of escape again.

He planned to lure the enemy to the outskirts of Lentinium City, and if possible, he would lead them directly to the Silverstone Cliff battlefield!

Mostima leaned against a roadside utility pole, panting heavily.

"What's going on? Why are you running so fast?"

She had just pushed herself to the limit, running to catch up and explain what had happened, but without her staff, she didn't even have a chance to follow Theresis and get covered in dust.

"Forget it, the monk may run away but the temple will not. I don't believe Theresis would abandon Londinium and run outside the city."

Mostima rubbed his aching legs, turned around, and started to retrace his steps.

When Mostima leisurely returned to the 'crime scene', Qi Yan's body had already fully recovered.

A white wolf crouched beside him, silently guarding his body.

"You're the one who's been with Qi Yan?" Mostima greeted him familiarly. "Can you tell me what's going on? Where did Qi Yan go?"

Qi's golden wolf eyes swept over Mostima, and he nodded slightly:

"Qi Yan is in the future, in the past, and in the present."

Mostima: ?

Seeing that she didn't understand, Qi offered a more direct explanation:

"Qi Yan has entered the soul of my kind, preparing to use this pressure to explore his own limits in order to cope with the current situation."

Even among us, my kindred spirit belongs to a special category; His soul roams through time, and Qi Yan should already be integrated into time by now.

"It doesn't sound very safe."

"It's actually not safe either."

Qi's tone was tinged with undisguised worry: "Time will wear everything down, and even my kind dared not venture into it."

Mostima scratched his head, temporarily putting aside his playful mood:

"Can he come back?"

"I will wait for him."

"what can I do?"

"Please take good care of Qi Yan's body for me."

Qi raised his snow-white wolf claws and brushed them over Qi Yan's body.

Pure white ice crystals condensed, forming an ice coffin that sealed Qi Yan's body, which floated silently on the ground.

After doing all this, Qi turned to look at Mostima:

"In return, I will lend you my power temporarily."

"Is there such a good thing?!"

Mostima was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Qi was somewhat surprised: "I had been observing your attitude before and thought you were resistant to the power of us giant beasts."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm only against my old friend. I still really like you!"

Mostima fly rubbed his hands together and stepped forward, wanting to touch the snow-white hair.

Before she could succeed, Qi had already transformed into a cold wind and disappeared into the broken staff on the ground. He used his own power to re-condense the staff and let it float down into Mostima's palm.

Mostima carefully felt it for a moment, and then a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

“Qi Yan, Qi Yan, you used to complain that you didn’t have any friends to chat with.” Mostima tapped Qi Yan’s coffin lid. “I was envious that your friend was mute. You have no idea how ridiculously talkative my old buddy can be.”

Ah, Spalashi, such rare peace and quiet! Why don't you and my old friend just perish together in time?

After helping Qi Yan and the skeletal behemoth complete the reverse flag planting, Mostima didn't delay any longer and prepared to use the newly acquired power to pursue Theresis.

"Aha, I've finally found you."

The shapeshifter appeared at the end of the street and, upon seeing Mostima, immediately trotted over excitedly.

Mostima recognized the Sarkaz king he had met once before outside the cave.

“That’s right, it’s us.” The shapeshifter couldn’t hide his smile. “We heard you killed Qi Yan, so we came here to pay our respects.”

As he spoke, the shapeshifter approached Qi Yan's ice coffin, mimicking Mostima's movements almost perfectly, and tapped on Qi Yan's coffin lid.

After confirming that Qi Yan wouldn't come back to life anytime soon, the shapeshifter's smile became even brighter.

He turned to look at Mostima.

The moment their eyes met, Mostima Lezi's radar was instantly triggered.

The smiles on their faces gradually became synchronized.

Mostima snapped his fingers and said merrily:

"Let's exchange some information, and then... let's go have some fun."

Chapter 776 Kester is anxious

This message was intentionally transmitted to certain people under the deliberate control of a certain green-clad individual who has many individuals running around and enjoys searching for all sorts of pretty girls for Qi Yan.

On the battlefield of Silverstone Cliff, Castle and Wellington received the message almost simultaneously.

"impossible!"

The two grand dukes, though aboard their own flagship, gave the same answer.

Beside Kaster, a man in a grey top hat respectfully said:

“We have already contacted our informants in Londinium, and they will verify the information as quickly as possible, but…”

“Speak your mind directly. This is a battlefield, not a place for you to beat around the bush,” Kessler said sternly.

The grey top hat revealed the anxiety hidden beneath Caesar's calm demeanor.

No one would joke about Qi Yan being dead; it's pointless. Without solid evidence, even a fool wouldn't believe such a ridiculous claim.

"But news has come that Theresis has fled Lontinim in a sorry state and is heading towards Silverstone Cliff."

The man in the grey top hat relayed the information he had confirmed.

Kester's face immediately darkened.

She asked again, "Do you have any clues about that strange thing above the Shard?"

"It was our dereliction of duty."

The man in the grey top hat said apologetically, "He appeared too suddenly and disappeared immediately; we didn't have time to verify his information."

But one thing is also certain: He disappeared along with the skeletal behemoth and the group from Rhodes Island, and the news of Qi Yan's death spread after that.

Kester: "..."

Right, all right!

The Sarkaz used the Shard Tower to conjure up something terrifying, which wiped out Rhodes Island in one fell swoop. However, it was clear that the Sarkaz could not control such a terrifying thing. Theresis fled to Silverstone Cliff in a sorry state, trying to divert the trouble to the east!

Similar conversations and speculations also occurred with the Duke of Wellington.

Wellington's reaction was much calmer than that of Castle.

His fleet was in the most intense position of the battle, and at this moment, looking around, the number of Sarkaz even exceeded that of his allies.

"Report on the battle situation."

Wellington said calmly.

The accompanying staff officer immediately stepped forward and said rapidly:

"Our fleet remains at the forefront of the allied forces, while the fleets of the Dukes under Christ and her command continue to advance from the rear. The vertical line of the Dukes' allied forces will not be broken in the short term."

The active Originium Storm generated behind the Sarkaz has approached the front of the fleet and is very powerful. Preliminary estimates suggest that even without considering the subsequent effects, it will directly cause our forces to lose more than 10% of their troops.

But intelligence from the outskirts of the battlefield indicates that the Breath of Kings has broken through the Sarkaz's hold and is heading towards Duke Caesar's flagship. Victoria will ultimately shatter the storm.

Wellington then asked, "What is the Duke of Castle doing now?"

"She has dispatched a fleet to aid the Breath of Kings, seemingly to expedite their arrival on the battlefield."

"It seems she panicked after hearing the news of Qi Yan's death... Panic leads to mistakes."

Wellington did not turn around, but stood at the very front of the warship's deck, facing the figure floating behind the Sarkaz army across half the battlefield.

"How is Princess Abrahina doing?" Wellington suddenly asked.

The staff officer paused for a moment, then reported truthfully:

"His Highness's injuries have not yet healed, and he is currently still entangled with the carrion-eating group on the edge of the battlefield."

"I understand."

Wellington nodded, raised his hand and pointed towards the Sarkaz rear: "Give the order, all troops attack!"

Without a doubt, when this iron-blooded army hears the order, even if hell lies ahead, this team will step into it without hesitation.

Wellington's sudden and reckless move immediately threw the Allied forces' vertical lines into chaos, creating numerous gaps on the battlefield that allowed the Sarkaz to successfully advance their lines significantly.

A dense flood of communications poured into Wellington's flagship.

But no one expected that Wellington's fleet would suddenly activate pulse weapons, targeting the Duke's warships that were his allies behind him.

The signal was cut off instantly at that moment.

The communicator pressed against Kess's ear emitted a piercing noise, causing her expression to contort for a moment.

"What is Wellington trying to do?"

Kester was in a real bind.

She had just dispatched a force to find Vina's group, only to be betrayed by her own people, and the situation immediately became dire.

"Duke, what do we do now?"

Castells's military advisor asked from the side, "Should we temporarily retreat to avoid the Sarkaz's advance, or follow Wellington's lead and reorganize our lines?"

Kester remained silent for a moment.

She never underestimated Wellington, but no matter how vigilant she was, the gap in their understanding of the war could not be so easily bridged.

With just a small gesture, Wellington successfully put Castle in a very difficult position.