Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively picked up the communicator and roared:

"All troops, attack! Do not trust any retreat orders! Attack!"

"Why bother?" The shapeshifter enveloped the commander with its fluid. "What obsession drives you onto this doomed journey?"

The commander, whose body was mostly engulfed by the fluid, gave a bitter smile and said in despair:

"I am just an insignificant little person caught up in the war, what obsession could I possibly have?"

You are powerful, powerful enough to behead me and tear my lines apart in an instant, but you cannot stop the war, nor can you stop the nursing home from crumbling…

The commander's words were swallowed up before he could finish speaking.

The shapeshifter scanned its surroundings and discovered that it had already eliminated the entire command structure of the army.

But the soldiers at the front of the army did not stop at all, as if they had already anticipated the situation at the rear and were launching a large-scale attack on the nursing home.

Patriot's figure was invincible on the battlefield; ordinary attacks fell on his armor and could not even make his burly body sway in the slightest.

Even though Patriots could fight against hundreds of enemies and carve a bloody path through thousands of troops, they could not stop the army's charge.

"War."

The shapeshifter sighed, and all the individuals scattered to search for the army's ammunition depot.

Perhaps the commander's order to charge was too urgent, because the shapeshifters quickly discovered the location of a large stockpile of ammunition.

Just as they were preparing to use these munitions to deliver a heavy blow to the enemy from the rear, a group of soldiers suddenly jumped out of the wooden crates at the storage point.

"So that's how it is, we've fallen for their trap."

The shapeshifters sighed in unison, realizing they were too late to stop it and could only watch helplessly as the soldiers committed a suicidal detonation of all their ammunition.

The flames engulfed all the individual shapeshifters, transforming into a towering mushroom cloud at the rear of the battlefield.

Even the battlefield on Patriot's side was affected. The soldiers around him screamed as they were thrown away by the impact. Patriot held his shield in front of him and tried his best to resist the impact, but his body still slid backward uncontrollably.

After Patriot regained his footing, he found that the area around him, which had just been cleared, was once again surging with countless fearless soldiers, who used their lives to slow him down.

"That's a crazy tactic. It seems you've done a lot of homework on how to destroy the nursing home."

Patriot swung his shield, sweeping away the soldiers in front of him, and coldly looked at the soldiers who had already surrounded the nursing home in the distance: "Unfortunately, I am not the key to this war. Your delaying of me will not win this war."

The soldiers did not answer; they continued their suicidal charge like puppets.

In the nursing home, Talulah was breathing somewhat rapidly.

She had tried her best to unleash her flames, but unfortunately, faced with the seemingly endless barrage of fire, even she could not withstand it.

Nine continuously scattered seeds, using Originium Arts to accelerate their growth and add power to Talulah's flames.

However, such exertion was also a considerable burden for Jiu, and her steps began to become unsteady.

"Talulah, enemy troops have already stormed the nursing home!"

Atto scrambled over, roaring with all his might.

He was in a very disheveled state. He had just gone to the edge of the plot to scout the situation when a shell hit his cover as soon as he poked his head out.

Although he survived, half of Atto's face was blown off, and blood was still flowing from his ear.

Jiu quickly helped Ato up and warned him:

"Don't push yourself, go back and get treatment."

"What did you say?" Atto's eyes widened.

Jiu gritted his teeth and grabbed Atuo, preparing to leave first.

But the two had only run a short distance when they ran into an enemy force that had already stormed onto the ground.

Upon encountering each other, Jiu immediately used plants to entangle the enemy soldiers. Just as she was about to use the plants to strangle them, the soldiers frantically tore off their outer garments, revealing that they were covered in Originium explosives.

Jiu's expression changed drastically, but it was too late to react as her figure was instantly engulfed by the flames.

Chapter 781 Biura's Heartbeat Moment

After settling the civilians in, Biula ran briskly through the streets of the nursing home.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Biura's breathing was erratic, her eyes filled with anxiety: "I shouldn't have played so many games. If only I had exercised more."

At that moment, she only wished she had two legs, because it was so difficult to send messages after losing communication devices.

"Talulah, you have to hold on!"

Biura watched the explosion spread to the edge of the nursing home, her heart filled with anxiety.

But reality seemed to be working against her, as a team suddenly appeared in front of Biyura.

"They've already made it this far?!"

Biula's expression changed drastically, and he darted into the alley next to him.

After hiding in a trash can in the alley, Biyula ignored the pungent smell and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer, causing Biura's heart to race uncontrollably.

"Where have all those damned civilians gone?"

"Keep searching, and also plant explosives in these buildings to destroy all places where people can hide."

"Go find the core area of ​​this plot of land. Once we occupy it, we can control the plot to rush towards the Silverstone Cliff battlefield."

The conversations of the soldiers in the ranks reached Biura's ears, causing her pupils to shrink sharply to a single point.

She had assumed the army was only there to destroy the nursing home and massacre civilians, so she had already transferred the civilians to the warships that Qi Yan had taken back.

Although the warship was severely damaged and unable to fight, it has been restored to basic sailing capability after Catherine led the workers in a series of emergency repairs.

However, the information revealed in the soldiers' words clearly indicated that they planned to use their status as members of the royal family of Talulah Yan Kingdom to manipulate the nursing home into infiltrating the battlefield.

Even if the people in the nursing home survive, they won't be able to make any effective statements.

It's like mud falling into your crotch; there's no way to explain it.

Thinking of this, Biyura knew she couldn't delay and had to get this information to Talulah.

Once she was sure the footsteps outside had faded away, Biura lifted the lid of the trash can and, ignoring her filth, ran as fast as she could.

But as soon as he rushed out of the alley, Biula encountered a soldier who was planting a bomb.

Despair crept across Biura's face.

The soldier was also surprised that someone would suddenly run up to his face. After a moment of stunned silence, he immediately drew his weapon and rushed over.

In the chaos, Biura pulled out the stick he always carried and roared:

"I've even beaten up gods, why would I be afraid of you? Take this misunderstanding-induced skull-crushing strike!"

The soldier was so intimidated by Biura's imposing manner that his movements slowed down, and he was struck by the stick.

The stick struck the soldier's hard helmet with a dull thud, and the force of the impact sent a shiver down Biyura's wrist.

But the soldier just shook his head, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

"You're just a commoner? I was almost scared!"

Upon realizing Biura's true strength, the soldier felt a surge of anger and rushed forward, grabbing Biura's neck tightly.

Biura's terrified resistance was completely ineffective, leaving her only to desperately wait for the suffocating feeling to slowly engulf her.

Vision began to darken, and tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of Biura's eyes.

She hadn't intended to cry, but the tears were completely out of control, adding a layer of humiliation and anger to her despair.

Biola's thoughts raced through her mind: her escape from the Caesars, her unfortunate boyfriend, and the days she had spent painstakingly running the nursing home.

In the end, the image in her mind froze on the moment of her last game.

My gaming record was broken just a few days ago by that bastard with the ID IZUMIKun. I'll never forget you, even if I die!

This internet-addicted girl decided to dedicate her last act of defiance to her beloved game before she died.

But then Biura really cried.

She lost her love, her career, and in the end, even the game records she had painstakingly maintained were gone.

Why is my life so miserable?

Biola thought he would feel angry, angry at the land, angry at fate.

But in reality, she only felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She had already tried her best to fight against fate, but her resistance seemed so ridiculous at this moment. In the end, she would still die, die meaninglessly, and die silently.

In this war against nursing homes, she will not be the only victim, but will only become a few ink stains swept across the post-war inventory.

Tears dripped down Biura's smooth jawline and shattered on the ground.

At the same time, the soldier's head also fell to the ground.

"Biura, wake up!"

With one hand holding Biura, Amon casually stuck his long sword into the corpse of a soldier at his feet, and used his free hand to frantically slap Biura's face.

"Um...I...will...wait...for...you..."

Biura was slapped so hard she couldn't utter a complete sentence. She had just broken free from the suffocating feeling when she was overcome by the dizziness brought on by the slap.

Amon was getting anxious and started shaking Biura wildly with both hands.

In the hands of the tall and strong Amon, Biyura was like a little kitten, being shaken around until she was dizzy and unable to resist.

“Anmon, if you don’t want to get beaten up later, you’d better stop.”

The figure of the regicide appeared beside Anmon in a flash, offering a well-intentioned warning.

In his moment of shock, Biura finally found an opportunity and slapped Amon on the head.

The next second, Biyura clutched her aching hand, her slightly swollen face scrunched up.

"You're alright, that's good."

Despite being slapped, Amon acted as if nothing had happened, laughing as he placed Biyula on the ground.

Biura rolled her eyes in annoyance, not intending to argue with this fool, and immediately steered the conversation back on track:

"I just learned from those enemy soldiers that they intend to storm into the core area, take control of the nursing home, and break into the Silverstone Cliff battlefield."

“Just as the old man predicted.” The Kingslayer toyed with the blood-stained dagger in his hand. “Let them go. Mephistopheles and Faust will give them a surprise.”

"So what are you preparing now?" Biyura looked at the Kingkiller and Amon with suspicion.

When Biyura asked, Amon scratched his head sheepishly and explained:

"The enemy launched an attack under pressure from Patriot and Patriot, but this also meant they lost their long-range firepower advantage and had to land at the nursing home to fight us in street battles."

Their numerical advantage has been largely reduced; now is the time for our counterattack.

After hearing Amon's explanation, Biula was somewhat surprised:

"I never expected that you, this simpleton, would actually have such a tactical mind."

"...I am a Sarkaz."

Anmon harbors a sense of resentment at being misunderstood.

However, given his size and demeanor, his melancholy did not evoke any pity; instead, it gave Biyura and the King Killer goosebumps.

"somebody is coming."

The Kingslayer suddenly spoke, pointing out the direction the enemy was about to arrive, and then left Amon with a sense of escape.

Biyura also wanted to run, but found that she couldn't keep up with the speed of the Kingslayer, so she could only stay miserably by Amon's side.

Amon pulled the long sword back from the corpse, wiped the blood off the blade, and his demeanor suddenly became imposing.

"Biura, stay behind me and don't run around anymore."

Anmon's voice was deep: "The Dean told me that my sword will only be drawn for protection from now on."

Before I fall, I won't let you suffer even the slightest harm.

Hearing Amon's earnest assurance, Biyura was inexplicably stunned.