Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"In our opinion, you don't understand at all."

The two said in unison, "We've already reaped the rewards of having fun with you."

Therese stared in shock, her eyes wide.

In the center of the battlefield, Wellington was equally shocked.

"Duke, Caesar... no, to be precise, all the Dukes' allied forces are retreating at top speed!"

The trusted confidant anxiously reported intelligence from the battlefield.

After the initial shock, Wellington quickly regained his composure.

He frowned and muttered to himself, "Cast couldn't possibly have made such a response; there must have been external interference in the coalition's decision-making."

Whether my plan has been discovered or Kaster has developed new desires, this operation is unlikely to achieve its intended results.

A trusted aide asked, "So what should we do now?"

"We have no way out."

Wellington glanced back at the Sarkaz army that was relentlessly pursuing them.

He knew very well that the King of Carrion wouldn't mind a no-contractual collaboration with him to deliver a crushing blow to the other dukes.

Similarly, the King of Carrion wouldn't mind swallowing Wellington's army first, turning it into his own power, and then continuing to fight against the other dukes.

This is a high-stakes gamble; one wrong move and you could lose everything.

"Pass on my orders: keep a close watch on Castle and his men until they have no choice but to stop and fight back!"

Wellington had already prepared to break off relations when he left the others behind and ventured deep into Sarkaz's rear, and he gave the order without the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, Victoria's cannons fell into Victoria's fleet.

Meanwhile, on the flank of the route through which the Dukes' allied forces, including Kester, retreated, a large army of carrion scavengers, which had been lying in ambush for a long time, suddenly stormed into the battlefield, their target being Kester's flagship.

The situation instantly became a complete mess.

A shell landed directly on the main ship where Kester and the others were, and the violent tremor caused the people in the command room to sway.

“Your Highness Vina, Wellington doesn’t seem prepared to let us retreat,” Castle said in a deep voice.

"He's anxious."

Vina looked confident and prepared.

In truth, she was also somewhat bewildered, completely unable to understand the source of Wellington's current outburst of madness.

Vina's confidence stemmed from her ability to rely on Qi Yan and Rhodes Island. As long as Qi Yan resolved everything, she could not only win without lifting a finger, but also minimize the casualties caused by the war.

Once she's sorted out all the mess Victoria is in, she'll shamelessly ask the doctor for a solution, and then she can come back and show off to these dukes to her heart's content.

But what's with Wellington's confidence in taking down everyone?

Surely this old man couldn't have secretly gone to Qi Yan and sold the hook behind everyone's back, could he?

Vina quickly rubbed her temples to stop her wild thoughts.

She's been trying to figure out Qi Yan's logic lately, which has caused her thinking to go a bit astray.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the command room.

Kester frowned in agreement, and then an intelligence officer walked in with a smile.

"Is there anything you need to report?"

Kester sensed something strange about the intelligence officer's expression and quietly signaled to the poet beside him to be on high alert.

The poet received the signal and pretended to reach out to ask for the paper documents.

Seeing this, Vina's heart skipped a beat: "Poet, don't move!"

"Hey, don't be so wary of us."

The intelligence officer smiled broadly, and green fluid surged from his body, instantly transforming into his shapeshifting form.

The poet was so frightened by what he saw that his gray top hat almost flew off, and he promptly turned and ran.

The atmosphere in the command room instantly became tense. Everyone stared intently at the shapeshifter, in case he suddenly attacked and beheaded the important figures in the room.

“We have no ill intentions, or rather, we are here to help you.”

The shapeshifter seemed completely unaware of the extent of the threat it posed, leisurely strolling around the room: "This job should have been done by Xiao Mo, after all, she could use the authority of time to roam around freely back then."

Unfortunately, even the Doctor has his moments of miscalculation. He never dreamed that Qi Yan would betray him and steal the giant beast's soul.

No one in the room spoke.

The performer, who was also performing a stand-up comedy routine, wasn't embarrassed and continued on his own:

"Actually, your current predicament is easy to solve. The doctor has already come up with a solution for you."

"The Rhodes Island people have escaped?" Kester asked in surprise.

"Note that we said 'already'."

The shapeshifter chuckled, “Even before the Doctor was on his way to Brentwood, he had already anticipated this situation, including your reactions and the predicament you are facing now.”

Caster and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Only Vina remained calm, saying frankly, "Then please convey the doctor's advice to me."

"The doctor's advice is simple: the triangle is the most stable shape." The shapeshifter pointed in a direction. "Wellington's confidence to go all out lies in the fact that he has staked Tara's future on that red dragon; his own life or death is not important."

As luck would have it, we now know the location of the red dragon's army. All you need to do is send a sufficiently powerful force to surround and trap the red dragon's army. Wellington will then be hesitant to act rashly and will be forced into a stalemate.

Vina pondered for a moment, not letting the immediate gains cloud her judgment:

"Then what about Sarkaz? Doing so will only make Victoria and Wellington check each other, but it won't create a three-way balance of power."

The shapeshifter grinned, its smile becoming brighter than ever before: "You don't really think the King of Carrion is so calm, do you?"

"You have to understand, everything Qi Yan and Rhodes Island did was behind the Sarkaz. Now that even Theresis has been captured and used for their amusement, the King of Carrion won't fight to the death with you under these circumstances."

As he spoke, the shapeshifter pointed to the carrion pack charging from the flank and laid its cards on the table:

"The King of Carrion gave them orders to kill Victorians. You are Victorians, and so is Wellington."

If you all step aside at a time like this, Wellington will be the one who suffers.

However, I suggest you don't actually withdraw from the battlefield directly. Stay in the center of the battlefield so that the three of you can maintain this delicate balance for as long as possible.

The shapeshifters were so eager to reveal the color of their last remaining father's underwear that they successfully calmed the anxious mood of everyone in the command room, but also successfully made some people's minds start to wander again.

Vina and the shapeshifter locked eyes.

She vaguely sensed that the doctor must have foreseen the consequences of these words, and that the task of keeping Coster and Godottin in check would fall on her shoulders.

The situation on the battlefield was a three-way standoff, and the situation within Victoria was also a three-way standoff!

"Your Excellency, what other things did the Doctor predict?" Vina asked deliberately.

"A lot, a lot, a lot."

The shapeshifter's smile remained unchanged: "That includes everyone present... no, everyone in this hodgepodge called Victoria, their lives and deaths, their rise and fall."

The moment Christel heard these words, a chill suddenly erupted from the depths of her heart, spreading throughout her entire body.

A sense of disorientation, like waking from a deep dream, enveloped Kester, making her feel weak all over, and cold sweat unknowingly soaked her clothes.

If a doctor could deduce the current situation long ago, he can naturally continue to deduce future developments.

The doctor, who already has a grasp of the war's script, doesn't need to actively participate. He only needs to give a gentle push at key moments, and the dominoes named Victoria will naturally trigger the chain reaction he desires.

With lingering fear, Kester turned to look out the window, and through the gloomy sky of Victoria, she seemed to see a silent, dark figure.

The figure stood there, unmoved like a god, surveying the beings on the chessboard.

Kester's pupils trembled slightly.

It is said that the world is like a game of chess, and all living beings are the pieces fighting on the chessboard. But have the players outside the chessboard already arranged the fate of all the pieces?

Chapter 793 Precys Breaks Through the Great Defense

An unknown instrument emitted a regular beeping sound.

The doctor felt light shining on his face, which made him open his eyes slightly uncomfortable.

Before the doctor could figure out what was happening to him, he felt his palm being enveloped by something soft.

His blurred vision cleared again, locking onto the face that was both strange and familiar. It was someone who didn't exist in his memory, yet he felt as if he had known them for a long time.

"Puri...Seth..."

The doctor instinctively uttered the name of the gentle-looking, black-haired woman in the white research lab coat in front of him.

"Doctor, you're awake." Precys smiled with relief. "Where did you learn this new language from? Did you secretly upload your thoughts to some civilization at the end of a cantilever during this hibernation?"

PhD:"……"

He was a little confused.

He discovered that the language Precys used was not any of the ones he remembered, yet he could understand it perfectly, and even had a faint urge to open his mouth and translate the Terran language he was familiar with into the other's language.

But instinctively, he pulled his hand out of Priscilla's palm and struggled to get up, trying to get away from Priscilla.

"Doctor, are you... afraid of me?"

Precys was clearly surprised.

The doctor struggled to sit up, leaning against the unfamiliar instrument, his eyes constantly searching for usable information around him, even including the woman in front of him.

The room where the two were located was dimly lit, and everything around them appeared blurry. However, Pressa seemed to emanate a faint light, allowing the Doctor to see everything about her clearly.

The doctor's gaze then narrowed slightly.

He could tell that even though Precys had dressed up carefully, the faint dark circles under her eyes and the playful spiky ends of her shoulder-length hair proved that she wasn't in good shape.

Before coming to see him, Precys must have been in a state of utter distress.

“You seem to be having some trouble, Precyth,” the doctor said softly.

When asked by the doctor, Precys didn't give a direct answer, but instead focused on two other things:

"You shouldn't be afraid of me. Why are you afraid of me? And why are you communicating with me in that unfamiliar language?"

Why should I be afraid of you?

The doctor was also taken aback by the question. Confused memories, like bubbles rising to the surface of the sea, suddenly surged and exploded in the doctor's mind.

"Rhode Island..."

"Yes, we're on Rhodes Island, right here at our home."

"Everyone……"

"It's a pity that many of your colleagues left shortly after you went into hibernation. Now, only you and I, along with our two little guys, NX-07 and Ama-10, are left here."

"You still haven't explained why you're afraid of me."

After the doctor remained silent, Precys pressed him for more information.

The doctor rubbed his head; his memory was still somewhat jumbled, but he blurted out the answer almost reflexively:

"Because the white-haired dog said you were going to hunt me down, we have a blood feud between us, you swore to kill me with your own hands, even if all things end, the stars dim, and civilization comes to an end, you will still come to take my dog's life."

Precys: ?

Precys: ?

Precys: ? ? ?

This gentle woman, radiating intellectual beauty, couldn't help but take a deep breath with all her might.

After trying to calm himself down for a moment, Precys smiled somewhat reluctantly and said:

"I don't know who the white-haired dog is, but whoever it is, they shouldn't ruin our relationship."

I believe you can feel it; the moment you opened your eyes, the moment you called my name, you already realized the intimacy between us.

"Hmm, the kind of heart-wrenching intimacy where you're stabbed in the back?" the doctor asked warily.

Precys: "..."

Just as Precys was silent, the doctor suddenly reached out and placed his hand on her head, much to her surprise.