Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The news brought by the intelligence officer who burst into the command room finally put an end to Kester's anxiety.

"Refuge? Where else can I take refuge?" Kester took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling a sharp pain in his lungs. "Order the other squadrons to continue the evacuation. I will work with all the warriors on the main ship to hold back the King of Carrion!"

"Execute my order immediately!"

"……Yes!"

Caster watched the intelligence officer leave the command room quickly, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Vina.

"Your Highness, you should retreat first. I will have the Grey Hat provide full protection for you."

Faced with the threat of death, Kester seemed to have let go of all burdens and gave his final instructions: "I have arranged for the steam knight who escaped from the King of Carrion to recuperate at the sword pedestal. He will do everything in his power to protect the national sword."

After this battle, I believe he will bring the national sword to His Highness.

Vina didn't speak, but simply gazed calmly at Kester.

Facing Vina's gaze, Castor's expression softened as he carefully examined her:

“You and your father are very similar. Please forgive your aunt for some of her past actions, and please believe in your aunt one last time. Your aunt has never had the intention to hurt Victoria.”

“I know,” Vina said calmly.

Upon hearing Vina's answer, Kester smiled happily.

But in an instant, that smile was replaced by surprise.

Vina strode towards the wall of the command room and looked out the window at the ship's deck.

The interplay of wind and snow with the power of time creates a terrifying, apocalyptic scene.

A withered figure slowly but resolutely tore through the intertwined forces of authority. The figure was in a sorry state, covered in frost, and the withered, branch-like cane in its hand was even cracked.

But he still stepped onto the ship's deck and walked step by step toward the command room.

“Poet,” Vina said softly.

“Your Highness, please speak.” The poet stepped forward hastily.

Vina gestured towards the wall in front of her, even smiling, "Help me open a box. This time it's not a blind box, it's an open box."

The poet's lips were a little dry.

He glanced at Kester instinctively and found that the latter's eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty, but he did not seem to want to stop him.

Seeing this, the poet had no choice but to grit his teeth and flick the arm blade from his arm, slicing through the wall leading to the deck in a few swift movements.

The howling wind instantly filled the command room, forcing Vina and the others to squint, and frost condensed on their hair and clothes at a visible speed.

Vina exhaled a puff of white breath and muttered:

"It's still not cold enough. I can't exactly say that I'm more resistant to freezing than the Siesta volcano, can I?"

Before the poet could react, Vina had already stepped into the snowstorm.

On deck, the soldiers stood in formation, wary of the Carrion King. Noticing Vina approaching from behind, someone immediately spoke up to warn them:

"Your Highness Vina, it's dangerous here! You must evacuate with the others!"

"You are no match for him; it is you who should evacuate."

Vina walked through the ranks of soldiers to the front and met the gaze of the Carrion King.

The King of Carrion halted his advance, the dense strips of cloth covering his body fluttering in the cold wind. Even the power of a god could not completely dispel the thick stench of decay emanating from him.

“Little girl from Rhodes Island, Crown Princess of Victoria, you may leave,” the King of Carrion warned.

“Of course I can leave,” Vina said slowly. “The problem is, I’m not going to let you leave.”

King of Carrion Eaters: ?

Under his questioning gaze, Vina took a soft breath, then shouted:

Her cries did not travel far in the wind and snow before they were completely dissipated.

The King of Carrion found it somewhat amusing and shook his head, saying:

“The Regent has already ascended to godhood, and His Highness has also returned. Even if Qi Yan has another god by his side, he cannot escape from Lentinium so quickly.”

"Really? Then why don't you take a look behind you?"

The King of Carrion felt a sudden jolt in his heart, turned his head to look, and then froze on the spot.

Rupert, with his black hair, reappeared at the edge of the deck, strolling leisurely with his hands behind his back as he slowly approached.

On his left and right sides, Theresa and the white wolf followed closely, while a giant skeletal beast roamed leisurely above their heads. Behind Qi Yan, the blue-haired Sarkaz was doing the work of a porter, dragging Theresa, who was covered in mud.

At this moment, Theresis's eyes were lifeless, and he looked like a potato that had just been dug up. His Dao heart was shattered, and he was at Mostima's mercy.

"How...is this possible?" the King of Carrion said in disbelief.

"This war has already caused too many deaths." Qi Yan approached step by step. "Are you prepared to spend the rest of your life paying for this sin?"

The King of Carrion glanced at the unharmed Theresia, then at the horribly injured Theresis.

He didn't know exactly what happened, but he could imagine Therese's resistance, witnessed the consequences of resistance, and realized the importance of not resisting.

"I understand."

The King of Carrion regretfully suppressed his fighting spirit, faced Qi Yan directly, and prepared to accept whatever fate awaited him.

Qi Yan flexed his wrists and was about to step forward when he noticed out of the corner of his eye a pleading look in Theresa's eyes beside him.

He understood Theresa's gaze.

The King of Carrion is Theresa's teacher, and Theresa clearly doesn't want people to see her teacher get punched to the ground and then experience a crimson-gold face wash.

Simply put, it's still the same old story... add some special effects!

"Alright, alright," Qi Yan sighed with a hint of indulgence.

He then snapped his fingers and took a step forward with a solemn expression.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, and the wind and snow howled, turning the world white.

In this world that seemed to be in slow motion, everyone could clearly see every detail of Qi Yan's movements.

The black hair color gradually faded, turning snow white.

"May we mourn for the departed..."

Qi Yan's voice echoed in everyone's ears, and with each step he took, it seemed as if he were stepping on people's hearts.

As the king of the carrion who was facing Qi Yan directly, he felt two invincible forces pressing down on him, giving him the illusion that his bones were about to be crushed.

He wanted to close his eyes and accept it all, but in the slowed-down time, his action of closing his eyes was infinitely stretched out, and he could only watch helplessly as Qi Yan walked towards him step by step.

The King of Carrion watched helplessly as Qi Yan raised his finger and gently touched his brow, continuing:

"Sobbing like rain, filling... hiss, filling what?"

King of Carrion Eaters: ?

Qi Yan scratched his head, and the crippled man said in a defiant tone:

"Anyway, you just cried your eyes out, your tears filled the whole river, and the flood washed you back to your hometown!"

Chapter 809 Li Boli's Consistent Performance

The wind and snow stopped, and the strange phenomena disappeared.

The gods departed quietly, the dark clouds in the sky had long been shattered by their power, and the long-awaited sunlight shone on all areas of the Landinium region.

It was also applied to the Victorians who survived the battlefield.

Looking around, ice and snow cover everything in sight, and the power of time gives rise to many strange and wonderful landforms.

All the Sarkaz have vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The soldiers of the Duke's allied forces were still reeling from the warmth of the sun.

Everything ended too suddenly, too cleanly, leaving them with a dreamlike, unreal feeling.

On the flagship of the Kester, Vina scratched her fluffy blonde hair with a headache.

"That bastard Qi Yan, he can even stumble over his lines?"

She muttered something in a low voice and glanced sideways at the group of bewildered soldiers behind her.

The poet hurried over to Vina's side and asked cautiously:

"Your Highness, what Qi Yan just said..."

“I remember you said you were good at writing,” Vina glanced at the poet. “The summary of this matter is entrusted to you. You should know how to write it, right?”

The poet's body jolted, and he instantly realized:

"At the critical moment of Victoria's life and death, Crown Princess Vina stepped forward and led a group of dukes to resist the evil invasion of the Sarkaz!"

Faced with the Lord of the Royal Court's suicidal tactic, Princess Vina remained calm and summoned Lord Qi Yan, who stood at the pinnacle of the gods, to join forces with Princess Vina to suppress the Lord of the Royal Court!

Just as Princess Vina suppressed the Lord of the Royal Court, Lord Qi Yan seized the opportunity, gathered all his power, and suddenly chanted…

"Stop, stop!"

Vina couldn't stand it anymore. She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and said with disgust, "Go down and write it down quietly. Don't read this nonsense to me."

The poet tentatively suggested, "Should I make it a little more realistic?"

"...To exaggerate a bit more, Qi Yan likes it."

The poet nodded repeatedly, barely able to contain his excitement.

Articles that record major events and are officially permitted will definitely be widely circulated and may even be included in Victorian history books!

When future generations read this passage, they will see that the author of this article is him!

"Grandma, can you see this? I am about to be remembered for all eternity!"

The poet knelt on the ground, raised his arms, and shouted to the rare sight of the sun: "Praise be to Your Highness! Praise be to Qi Yan! Praise be to the Qi Clan!"

Vina shifted her position with some disdain, moving away from the mad poet.

Then she looked at the spot where Qi Yan and the others had just been.

She was now only grateful that when Qi Yan stumbled over his lines, Theresa and the others reacted quickly enough to make up for it with exaggerated special effects, and immediately took Qi Yan and the King of Carrion away.

As for the fate of the Carrion King and the Sarkaz, it was not within Vina's consideration. Whether they were banished back to Kazdel or packed up by Qi Yan and left in the retirement home was a headache for the Doctor and Kal'tsit.

Kester and Godottin approached Vina, their gazes towards her filled with a complex mix of emotions, including awe and reverence.

Then, under the watchful eyes of many soldiers, the two respectfully saluted Vina:

"See Your Highness."

Vina waved her hand, indicating that the two should dispense with formalities, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

A performance of the Summoning Technique is a million times better than having the Breath of Kings!

Now, let alone ascending the throne or changing the national policy to a parliamentary system, even if she announced that the name of Victoria would be written backwards, these dukes wouldn't dare to say a single word of 'no'!

Stop, stop, stop! The idea of ​​writing country names backwards is just too common.

Vina quickly stopped her random thoughts and gently inhaled the gradually warming air.

Footsteps came from behind her.

Vina turned her head and found the newcomer's attire somewhat familiar.

It took her a moment to realize which faction this person's attire represented.

“A unicorn?” Vina raised an eyebrow.

Kess noticed the visitor and instinctively stepped forward to receive the letter.

The messenger didn't even glance at Kast. He suddenly knelt down from a distance, slid down on his knees, brushed past Kast, and reached Vina, raising the letter high in his hand.

"Please take a look, Your Highness. We swear to be loyal to you to the death, and are willing to go through fire and water for Victoria without hesitation!"

Kester's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

At this moment, the messenger had lost all his previous arrogance and was now acting like a sycophant.

Vina took the letter with a somewhat strange expression, glanced at it, and then couldn't help but chuckle softly:

"Since they're starting to play the emotional card, then let's go see Clovisia again."