Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Through his actions, he managed to salvage his predicament and even subtly establish his authority.

If we can subdue this bluffing Sarkaz now, and make the Sarkaz and the distant ducal armies mistakenly believe that he, Theresis, can subdue the gods, the morale of the Sarkaz side will definitely be greatly boosted!

With that thought in mind, Therese strode quickly toward Mostima.

"Hmph, it's coming towards me?" Mostima asked excitedly. "It didn't choose to run away but instead approached me."

“How can I subdue you without getting close to you?” Therese said in a deep voice.

"I like how stubborn you are right now."

Mostima grinned, then suddenly raised his staff and launched an attack, swinging it down at Theresis's head with all his might.

Therese drew her sword to block the staff, and was about to exert force to push back the weak and powerless attack when her expression suddenly changed.

He discovered that a chilling aura emanated from the staff, instantly sealing half of his body.

Then Mostima began chanting an unknown incantation, seemingly gathering some powerful spell.

"You lied to me?!"

Therese turned his head and stared in disbelief at the spirit banner, only to find the other person looking at him with a terrified expression.

"Eat my coffin lid!"

In the moment of Theresis's panic, Mostima, who was pretending to chant, showed no trace of a mage's demeanor. Suddenly, she threw her staff and smashed Qi Yan's ice coffin down on Theresis's head.

Without any warning, Therese was slammed under the coffin, with only her calves showing.

The Sarkaz gasped in unison.

I don't know who shouted it first.

"The Regent is dead!"

The next second, the Sarkaz completely erupted into chaos, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

Some Sarkaz, blinded by hatred, raised their knives to 'avenge' Theresis, only to be forcibly pulled back by their companions.

"Are you courting death? Even Qi Yan and the Regent are no match for that Sarkaz! Go and summon the King of Carrion!"

Chapter 790 Wellington: Old Kai, I've brought you a great treasure!

Following Theresis's fall, chaos erupted uncontrollably behind Sarkaz.

The King of Carrion and Wellington, who were in a standoff, noticed the situation at the same time. Their eyes fell on the same spot and they saw the legs of someone exposed under a coffin in the center of the chaos.

King of Carrion Eaters: "..."

Wellington couldn't help but chuckle: "Sarkaz and Sarkaz, they really are natural enemies."

"Yes and no."

The King of Carrion, not wanting to waste words on such a shameful matter, instead said, "Your time is running out."

"Likewise." Wellington was equally matched, neither giving an inch.

"Sarkaz will not stop here."

"Tara too."

"...All you can do is parrot?" the King of Carrion couldn't help but mock.

He shouldn't have acted this way, but Theresis had come all the way here and staged a performance art piece called "social suicide," successfully disrupting the Sarkaz's morale. Even with his withered and numb state of mind, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Qi Yan isn't dead, is he?" Wellington suddenly asked.

The King of Carrion glanced at the faintly visible edge of the basin behind him and said calmly:

"That was done by Qi Yan. He didn't use any Originium Arts; he just used brute force."

Wellington nodded.

He understood what the King of Carrion meant.

Qi Yan, who could cause such destruction with brute force, could not have remained silent even if something had really happened.

Even if Qi Yan really encounters a formidable enemy, the city of Londinium will be the first to fall, followed by the others on the Silverstone Cliff battlefield, and only then will it be Qi Yan's turn.

After confirming the information he wanted to know, Wellington slowly drew his sword.

His arm was already stained with blood from the erosion of the Carrion Clan's sorcery, but that seemingly aged arm was as straight as Wellington's imposing presence, with the blade pointing directly at the Carrion King.

“I’ve heard that you are called the God of War, Sarkaz,” Wellington said softly.

"So you've come to challenge me?" the King of Carrion asked calmly.

Wellington chuckled softly, then his expression turned grim.

He stared at the face of the Carrion King, which was wrapped in a strip of grayish-white cloth, and said firmly:

“I have experienced countless wars and led my army to conquer the palaces of Gaul. Now, I stand before the Sarkaz.”

You are indeed a threat to this land, and you have proven it once again with the current state of Victoria. Perhaps after tearing Gaul apart, I should have sent my warships to Kazdel sooner.

The King of Carrion was not angered by this level of provocation; instead, he praised it, saying:

“You have shown me the progress of the war. Two hundred years ago, no Victorian had been able to hold out this long.”

“The ancient Sarkaz, ah, the ancient Sarkaz,” Wellington scoffed. “Perhaps in another hundred years, it will be someone else’s turn to say something similar to the Sarkaz.”

“You will not have that chance again,” the King of Carrion retorted.

"Then let's wait and see."

"Unfortunately, I'm just waiting to see what happens." The King of Carrion looked at the aged face of his enemy. "You won't live to see that day."

“I may not live to see that day, but I can make sure you don’t live to see that day either.”

The moment Wellington finished speaking, the warships behind him launched an attack without warning.

More than a dozen city-breaking spears with iron chains shot out, enveloping the body of the Carrion King.

The King of Carrion had anticipated this, and with a wave of his staff, he released a large number of withered branches to block all the city-breaking spears.

But then, a barrage of cannon fire from the Wellington warships descended, destroying all the branches summoned by the King of Carrion.

"You've given yourself away."

The carrion king, now revealed beneath the branches, calmly announced the start of his counterattack.

Hundreds of spirit banners leaped from the Sarkaz ranks beneath the warship, taking advantage of the lull in the warship's cannons to rush aboard, and slaughter instantly descended upon Wellington's soldiers.

Just as the spirit banners were about to press their advantage, the soldiers brought out a large number of outdated mobile cannons from the bottom of the warship.

Even though these mobile cannons were not as powerful as the weapons currently in service on the warships, they still demonstrated a certain degree of lethality due to the soldiers' relentless and continuous firing.

The spirit banners exposed on the warships had no way to escape and were instantly engulfed by the artillery fire.

Wellington did not turn back to look at the battle on the warships, but kept his eyes on the Carrion King who was gathering strength on the opposite side.

Using the lives of ordinary soldiers to cripple the Sarkaz elite was an irresistible deal for Wellington, provided his warships could withstand the subsequent sorcery of the Carrion King.

"Your Highness, His Highness's operation has been successful!"

A trusted aide rushed to Wellington's side and said urgently.

"Sooner than I expected." Wellington glanced one last time at the Carrion King. "Order a retreat. Don't get entangled with these Sarkaz."

"Could it be the witchcraft of this king of the royal court?" The confidant looked at the King of Carrion in fear.

"He didn't have time to kill everyone."

Wellington made a cruel decision.

The fear in the eyes of his confidants was almost tangible, yet their bodies resolutely carried out Wellington's orders.

The massive warships started up again, turning all their cannons towards the rear, tearing apart the Sarkaz's battle lines with unstoppable firepower.

A gray fog suddenly appeared on the battlefield, enveloping Wellington's warships.

The screams grew so dense within a few breaths that they became a continuous chorus.

Wellington swayed and nearly fell to the ground.

His trusted confidants formed a circle around him, desperately using Originium Arts to resist the erosion of the mist.

"Duke, the King of the Carrion Eaters is catching up!"

"I can see it."

Wellington watched the approaching figure and could also see the magical energy still poised to strike from the King of Carrion.

The mist enveloping the warship was merely the residual power of the Carrion King before he truly made his move.

"It seems that as rivals, we are somewhat on the same page," Wellington joked to himself.

He knew very well that compared to the massive warship, a being of the level of the Carrion King was far too agile, and as long as the opponent refused to give up, the warship would have no chance of escaping.

"Where is the flagship of the Caesar?" Wellington suddenly asked.

"She is moving towards the center of the battlefield; she wants to block our retreat!"

"Crash into it!"

Wellington withdrew his gaze from the King of Carrion and turned to look in the direction the warships were retreating.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of mist, revealing the incomparably imposing battleship of the Caesar.

Wellington's lips curled into a slight smile, a perfect blend of composure and madness emanating from him:

"If you want to stop me, then try to see if you can withstand the combined attack of me and the King of Carrion. I look forward to your performance, Kaster."

Vina and the others successfully arrived at the flagship of the Kaiser.

In front of all the soldiers, Vina preemptively gave the order to the commander who wielded the Breath of Kings:

"Go and complete the tasks you are supposed to complete."

commander:"……"

He was somewhat at a loss for what to do.

If the King's Breath is inserted into the sword stand that Kester has prepared for so long, as Vina commands, it can indeed unleash the power of the national sword, disperse the active Originium storm on the battlefield, and add another advantage to the victory of the Duke's alliance.

But if he did that, all of Kester's preparations and efforts would be wasted on Vina's wedding dress.

"What are you still doing?"

Godottin looked at the commander with a smile, using his position to put pressure on him.

Having already lost some of the initiative, how could Godottin possibly allow Caesar to continue to gain power?

Even if he falls into the water, he always makes sure to pull others along with him.

The commander's eyelids twitched, but he stood rooted to the spot until a man in a grey top hat walked toward him.

The poet waved to the commander: "Don't let the Duke give the order herself; she has more important things to do."

The commander felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly turned around to complete the activation of the Breath of Kings.

After assigning the commanders, the poet turned to Vina and chuckled:

“Your Highness, after the battle at Silverstone Cliff, I was ordered to return to the Duke’s side. I have been missing the time I spent with Your Highness these days.”

Vina smiled as well: "I miss you too. If you were still by my side, I could let you follow Qi Yan and the others."

I believe Qi Yan will be able to fully utilize your abilities and reveal the entire Sarkaz plan.

poet:"……"

Seeing the poet remain silent, Vina waved her hand and explained, "It was just a joke, don't take it seriously."

“No, Your Highness.” The poet hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I have to report something to you. Qi Yan and everyone on Rhodes Island have encountered an accident.”

Her first reaction was that Qi Yan had betrayed her again.

But judging from the poet's expression, the reality seems even more somber.

"What happened?" Vina asked worriedly.

"Please come with me. I will take Your Highness to see the Duke. I will inform Your Highness of the details along the way."

Chapter 791 The Level with the Highest Divine Content