Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Hey, hey, I wasn't talking about you!" The doctor quickly waved his hand, then somewhat flusteredly pointed to another phantom figure, "You chivalrous guy, you don't even have a sword, what are you pretending to be? Come out here!"

The pointed-out phantom slowly stepped out of the line.

Kal'tsit reminded him again:

"This is also a demon king, the ranger lord Quiron. Amiya used his power when she summoned Shadowy Sky."

PhD:"…………"

"Whoa! Your sword's gone. I'll take pity on you and let you off the hook today."

The doctor quickly created some distance, his fingers continuing to wander restlessly among the illusory figures.

Kal'tsit couldn't stand it any longer and said directly:

"These are all former Demon Lords of Sarkaz."

PhD:"………………"

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, nodding and chuckling repeatedly.

"Fine, fine, you forced me to do this. I didn't want to use this power!"

"What are you going to do?" Kal'tsit looked at the Doctor, puzzled.

The demon lords exchanged glances and cautiously chose to stop for the time being, waiting for the doctor to use his methods.

In front of Kal'tsit and several demon lords, the Doctor once again took a deep breath with all his might.

Then he unleashed his full power, letting out a furious roar:

"White-haired dog, beat them up!"

"Are you yelling so loudly because you want to sail a warship?!"

Qi Yan jumped over and smacked the doctor on the head with a red gold object.

The doctor remained silent and went straight to sleep.

After dealing with the Doctor, Qi Yan swung the red gold in his hand and walked forward like a street urchin, pointing to Theresa, who was still lying in Amiya's arms behind him, not yet recovered.

He said firmly, "I'm taking her with me. You can commit suicide."

Several demon kings looked at Qi Yan with apprehension.

They found that they couldn't see through the person in front of them at all. Even the seemingly inconspicuous piece of red gold in Qi Yan's hand seemed to be shrouded in a strange power.

But they did not leave.

Theresa is the only hope for the liberation of the Sarkaz souls. She is the only genius who has come into contact with the essence of Originium since the beginning of civilization on this land. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have another chance.

Kal'tsit chimed in, explaining:

"They cannot commit suicide; they have no freedom in Originium."

"Then I'll lend them a hand. It's just a waste of time to slaughter this internalized universe."

Qi Yan flung the crimson gold out, which landed among the souls gathered around the Tower of Babel.

The crimson gold melted away at a visible speed, and the densely packed ranks of souls were instantly smashed into a gap by the crimson gold.

But in the blink of an eye, the void was once again filled by an endless stream of phantom souls.

Even so, the demon kings and the souls couldn't help but feel intense emotional fluctuations, and their phantom figures trembled slightly.

They are imprisoned in this internalized universe of Originium, without freedom, without end, and without any concept of life or death.

At this moment, Qi Yan's casual strike actually managed to physically neutralize them, so how could they not be excited?

However, compared to the excited souls, Kal'tsit glanced at Qi Yan's remaining crimson gold and said with a pessimistic attitude:

“This place is filled with countless Sarkaz from the past ten thousand years. Your red gold cannot sustain the destruction of all the souls.”

"Then I'll just crush them to death little by little with my hands," Qi Yan said simply and directly.

“That’s a waste of time.” Kal’tsit turned to Theresa. “Maybe you could try learning from her.”

Qi Yan suddenly realized and jogged back to Theresa's side: "Little Theresa, search for methods to convert the souls."

Theresa: “…”

She clutched her aching chest and said with a wry smile:

"You're really being reckless. It's not that I don't want to teach you, but I am also one of the souls. Even if you convert all the souls in front of you, my existence will still be a threat."

"Do you think my crimson gold is just for show?" Qi Yan said with a smile. "Now that you have my aura inside you, Precys can't even think about doing anything to you. She'd rather crawl into bed and cry for a hug from the Doctor just from smelling it."

Theresa opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But seeing the determined looks in Qi Yan's and the others' eyes, the words she was about to say ultimately turned into a sigh.

“Is it worth going to such lengths for me?” Theresa asked.

"It's not just for you, but for everyone who cares about you," Qi Yan replied.

Theresa looked at Amiya, who was holding her, then at W, who was standing guard beside her, then at Kal'tsit, who was staring at her from behind Qi Yan, and then at the Doctor, who was lying motionless on the ground...

She immediately looked away from the doctor with a pained expression.

After a moment's thought, Theresa finally resigned herself to her fate:

"The situation has come to this point, and even if I don't agree, you will stubbornly sweep away all the souls."

So my persistence will only waste everyone's time and energy, and will achieve nothing.

She took Qi Yan's hand and began to explain to him her understanding of Originium and her connection with the souls.

Ten minutes later, Qi Yan's eyelids began to droop.

Two ten-minute intervals later, Qi Yan's head began to nod uncontrollably.

Ten minutes later, Qi Yan's head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.

Theresa: “…”

Kelsey: “…”

Amiya: “…”

The three shifted their gaze from Qi Yan and discovered that there was actually a master among them.

Even before Qi Yan spoke, W had already curled up next to Theresa and was fast asleep.

"It seems your plan has failed," Theresa said with a wry smile to Kal'tsit.

Kelsey silently rummaged through his pockets, trying to find some stimulant drugs to give Qi Yan a couple of injections.

But in the end, she discovered, to her dismay, that none of her personal belongings existed in this internalized universe.

Just as Kal'tsit was about to use physical means to wake Qi Yan, Amiya spoke up:

“Miss Theresa, I think I understand your theory. May I continue?”

The souls await the Demon King to bring them liberation, and I, too, am the Demon King.

Chapter 800 Demon King

Amiya stood before the souls.

The souls scrutinized Amiya.

The demon kings await a new demon king to complete the unfinished business.

A black crown appeared above Amiya's head.

With her eyes closed, she repeated in her mind everything Theresa had taught her, over and over again.

A black blade appeared in Amiya's hand.

Within the Demon King, Quiron's phantom rippled slightly.

It still remembered that when the girl borrowed its power, she cursed at it.

Quiron's life was filled with anger and rebellion, but that time, it felt no anger whatsoever, only relief.

The Demon King has no need for charity from others.

Your Majesty, all you need to do is make a decision.

The black blade pointed at the souls, and blue flames of fury ignited on its edge.

Quiron's phantom stepped forward to pay homage to the newly born Demon King.

An obscure fluctuation emerged from the black crown, enveloping Amiya and the souls before her, and a surging tide of emotions overwhelmed Amiya.

Amiya's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and sweat trickled down her temples.

"Amiya."

Theresa's gentle voice sounded behind Amiya.

The next moment, Amiya felt her hand being gently held by another pair of hands, and the surging emotions of the souls rushing towards her were blocked by a barrier.

"Miss Theresa."

Amiya didn't open her eyes, but she could clearly feel the sincere emotions behind her.

Theresa stood behind Amiya, embraced her, and reached out to hold Shadowy Sky's hand together with Amiya's.

There was tenderness, relief, and emotion in Theresa's eyes, but no longer any sadness.

"Amiya, I have lost a lot, but I don't have many regrets."

Theresa whispered in Amiya's ear, "My only regret was you, Amiya. From the past to the present, I have never wanted to leave you."

"Your growth makes me happy. When I first placed this power on you, I had my worries and hesitations. We should have had more time for me to slowly teach you how to truly use the Demon King's power."

"Ms. Theresa..."

“Amiya, you have done it.” Theresa gently interrupted Amiya. “You have proven to me, to the former Demon King, and have walked step by step to where you are today, breaking the so-called fate.”

Amiya, we have plenty of time. I can slowly, even devise a very long course, to teach you little by little until you... surpass me.

And now, this is our first lesson, Amiya. Open your eyes and witness with me... how the Sarkaz break free from so-called fate.

Amiya slowly opened her eyes, tears of joy welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Blue flames danced before Amiya's eyes, a golden barrier enveloped her and Theresa, blocking out all emotions, and the black blade in her hand trembled.

It was neither fear nor excitement.

Amiya sensed Theresa's will infused into her.

The black longsword shattered.

A contrasting, gentle force coiled around Amiya's fingertips.

There is no sadness, only the purest love.

Amiya smiled and said firmly, "I am willing. I am willing to be the inheritor of 'the continuation of civilization'."

I'm willing to become the 'Demon King'.

Pink light shimmered from Theresa and Amiya's tightly clasped hands, transforming into two pink threads that swayed gently.

Amiya and Theresa reached out together, their fingertips lightly touching the barrier in front of them.

The protective barrier shattered silently, and Amiya, accompanied by Theresa, resolutely stepped forward.

The demon kings made way for them, and the souls, no longer agitated, all bowed down to their phantoms, awaiting the grace bestowed upon them by their king.

Fragments of Shadow Sky danced in the air, coalescing before Amiya's raised hand and rearranging themselves into a staff.

Amiya gently gripped the staff, and it obediently fell into her palm.

Black and pink intertwined threads flutter, connecting the souls.

Theresa looked up as the souls embarked on an unknown journey under the power of the Demon King.

The phantoms of all the demon kings paid homage to Amiya, then turned and left, arriving at the forefront of the souls to guide them.

Kazdel Nursing Home.

Wendigo removed his blood-stained, cracked arm armor.

Death lay beneath his feet.