Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

In the basin behind Silverstone Cliff, a red figure huddled among the snow-covered rubble.

"It's so cold. Everyone seems to be fighting really hard. What happened?"

Fiameta controlled her Originium Arts to raise her body temperature as much as possible, and muttered aggrievedly, "Qi Yan is gone, Theresa and Qi Lin are gone, even those two Witch Kings are gone, why didn't anyone tell me what to do next?"

She looked up at the ruins of the altar in front of her, idly fiddling with the gun in her hand.

After fiddling around for a while, seeing that all the strange phenomena and battles had ceased for a long time, and even the frost was beginning to melt slowly under the sunlight, Fiameta belatedly realized that something was wrong.

"Everyone, you haven't forgotten about me, have you?!"

Lateran, Papal Palace.

An elderly Sakota, with a kind demeanor and white hair and beard, raised the cactus tart in front of him, ready to enjoy the delicacy.

He had just put the cactus tart into his mouth when the door to his room was suddenly opened by a fully armored cavalryman.

"Your Holiness, something terrible has happened!" the musketeer cried out urgently.

"Don't panic when something happens, especially when you're enjoying a meal. Doing so is disrespectful to the food."

The Pope calmly gave a lecture, then chose to first put the cactus tart into his mouth.

Then, while chewing, he asked, "What happened?"

"It's from Victoria's side, Mostima has caused trouble!" The cavalryman's tone was still urgent.

The Pope shook his head and mumbled, "I thought something serious had happened. The moment I let her out, I knew something was going to go wrong. Anyway, with our fluffy bun-headed guy keeping an eye on things, nothing can go wrong."

The cavalryman took a breath and said solemnly:

"Do you remember the Originium anomaly not long ago?"

"Caused by Mostima?" The Pope's expression turned slightly serious.

"I told you it was impossible; that kid doesn't have that ability." The Pope chuckled.

“Pope… I mean, we must deny that.” The musketeer gave a wry smile. “If anyone brings this up, please don’t let it slip.”

Pope: "..."

He suddenly felt a bit choking from the cactus tart in his throat.

He pounded his chest, forcefully swallowed the cactus, and then asked:

"How did that kid, Xiao Mo, manage to do that?"

The cavalryman explained with great enthusiasm, "First of all, the god in the Lock of Desolate Time was replaced by someone else, I don't know how she did it."

Pope: "..."

"Then he ran to the battlefield and beat Theresis half to death in full view of everyone, and forcibly dragged her away."

Pope: "…………"

"Finally, when everyone thought Therese was doomed, she personally sent Therese to godhood!"

Pope: "………………"

After a moment of stunned silence, the Pope suddenly slapped his thigh and said in disbelief:

"No way, she's a Sarkaz, and she went and helped a Sarkaz ascend to godhood? Is she crazy?"

"Why did she give the rides I've never even tried to someone else?"

Chapter 810 A Hefty Reward to Mostima

The cavalryman quickly coughed twice to remind the Pope to be mindful of his status.

The Pope also came to his senses and realized that this was his own child, and he couldn't scold him.

After calming himself down, the Pope realized, "What does that Originium anomaly have to do with her?"

The cavalryman struggled to find the right words before finally managing to explain:

"Judging from her current performance, her sending Theresis to godhood is directly related to Theresis activating the Originium that is capable of destroying this land."

In other words, in the eyes of the nations today, Mostima has created an apocalyptic crisis for this land.

The Pope began to think.

The Pope suddenly burst into laughter.

Holy crap, is the Pope furious?

"Your Holiness, please calm down. I'll try to contact Fiameta right now and bring Mostima back as soon as possible," the musketeer quickly assured him.

The Pope chuckled and said, "Let Mo continue playing. This child has done a great service for Lateran. When she comes back on her own... we'll reward her for her contributions."

The cavalry were somewhat bewildered, unable to understand the Pope's current mental state.

The Pope rose, patted the musketeer on the shoulder, and explained:

"Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. The international summit called upon by Lateran to all nations is about to be held, but unfortunately Lateran is not a powerful country and its voice carries little weight. So far, it has not received much feedback."

The trouble Mostima has caused now is perfect for attracting other nations. Even if it's just to steal some intelligence, they'll send representatives to the World Summit. Isn't that a fantastic opportunity?

The cavalryman said with great concern:

"What if a powerful nation sends an envoy to exert pressure? In that case, the nations might unite against Lateran."

"Don't panic, I have a plan."

"Please enlighten me, Pope."

"Let's call Qi Yan over."

Upon hearing this, the cavalry couldn't help but lean back tactically.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Will Qi Yan come?"

Why won't he come?

The Pope patted himself on the shoulder: "We have old men in Lateran too."

The Pope then pointed out the window: "There's also a large group of young and beautiful girls."

Finally, the Pope put his hands on his hips and said, "If the Sarkaz can attract Qi Yan to join in the fun, how could our Sarkaz possibly lose?"

This time, it was the cavalry's turn to fall silent.

After struggling to process it for a moment, the cavalry decided to give up thinking about it.

As for matters of national policy, let the Pope handle them; he only needs to think about something else.

"Pope, what reward do you plan to give Mostima when she returns?"

When the cavalryman asked, the Pope lowered his head in deep thought and finally finalized the plan:

"When she comes back, I'll first give her a month of house arrest so she can rest properly. She must be exhausted from running around outside all this time."

Then reward her by having her recite the entire doctrine from memory once a day, so that she can strive to improve herself, since she represents the face of Lateran when she goes out into the world.

Finally, as a reward, she's forbidden from eating sweets for a month—not even a tiny bit. Too many sweets can easily make a young girl gain weight, so that's all for now.

Kazdel Nursing Home.

Mostima crouched in the corner, not participating in the Rhodes Island reunion, fiddling with the staff in her hand.

She suddenly shivered for no reason, feeling as if a malice had descended upon her out of nowhere.

"what's the situation?"

Mostima scratched his head, not delving into these matters, and spoke gently to the staff:

"Old buddy, listen to me, come out."

"No, sis!"

The skeletal behemoth cried out from inside the staff, "Can't you do math? Two fragments are definitely stronger than one. Why won't you let me stay inside the staff? Why do you have to kick one of me out?"

Mostima said in a serious tone:

“I am a Sakorta of principle. I promised the Pope to keep the staff safe, so I must bring it back to Lateran intact.”

"You believe that yourself?" The skeletal behemoth laughed angrily. "Besides, this staff has already been broken once, how can it be considered intact?"

"So, you mean you're blaming Qi Yan?"

Mostima immediately got up to go and complain to Qi Yan.

The skeletal behemoth was so frightened that it repeatedly admitted its mistake: "Grandma, I was wrong, but I already promised to help the Sarkaz move back to Kazdel. You can't expect me to continue being their means of transportation afterward, can you?"

Do I look that much like a sucker?

“But if I take you back, the Pope will probably skin me alive,” Mostima said worriedly.

The skeletal behemoth comforted him, "Don't worry, I've already seen the future. When you go back this time, you'll face an even more painful fate than being skinned alive."

Mostima: "...Thank you."

She got up and continued walking towards Qi Yan.

"Why are you still looking for him?" the skeletal behemoth asked.

"I'm leaving you with him, and then I'm running away. I'm not going back to Laterano."

Mostima has already started planning her next trip: "Do you think I should go to Iberia to see the sea, or go skiing in Kjerag?"

"You can't go anywhere?"

"why?"

"Have you forgotten that angry red bird?"

Mostima was shocked. He slapped his forehead and immediately quickened his pace to rush to Qi Yan.

She shoved the staff into Qi Yan's hand, pleading repeatedly:

"Quickly help me carry half of this guy away. I need to get out of here quickly, otherwise when the fluffy bun-head comes looking for me, I'll be getting a face slap from a grenade launcher again."

"Such a good thing?" Qi Yan raised an eyebrow.

The shapeshifter, mingling in the crowd, quickly contacted other individuals to converge on the Silverstone Basin, trying to seize every opportunity to help Fiameta reach this place.

Mostima was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. If it weren't for her own strength, she would have loved to perform a knee-breaking act on the spot and swear to betray Laterano and pledge allegiance to Rhodes Island.

Just as Mostima was contemplating discarding her staff and running away alone, Qi Yan suddenly had a change of heart and tapped the ground with his staff:

"Come out, part of your soul and your original body, and let them reside in me."

The skeletal behemoth was overjoyed: "Finally, someone doesn't dislike me anymore!"

He decisively tore open his own soul, which transformed into a ghostly light and entered the back of Qi Yan's left hand, transforming into a semi-transparent whale skeleton mark.

The skeletal behemoth, having accomplished all this, continued to celebrate:

"Someone is willing to accept me now. I'm not a money-loser that everyone despises!"

The Rhodes Island crew: "..."

This was the first time they had ever seen such a pitiful god.

Mostima ignored the skeletal behemoth's cheers, snatched back the staff, tore open a rift in time, and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The shapeshifter said regretfully, "We just let her get away like that?"

Qi Yan touched the back of his hand, a mischievous smile curving his lips:

"She can dodge the first day of the month, but she can't dodge the fifteenth. When the World Summit comes, she will definitely be unable to resist her curiosity and go back to join in the fun."

The more she runs away, the more horrible the suffering she'll endure when Fiameta catches her.

"It seems we have no choice but to attend that international summit."

The shapeshifter clasped his hands together and revealed the same mischievous grin as Qi Yan.

Chapter 811 Xun Ge is still putting in effort

Among the crowd, Kal'tsit looked at the shapeshifter who had finalized the action plan with a worried expression.

If she could, she obviously didn't want this ancient Sarkaz to continue ravaging the land, but she also knew that this person probably wouldn't care about anyone else except Qi Yan's attitude.

The only thing that made Kal'tsit somewhat relieved was that, judging from Qi Yan's attitude, he seemed to finally be willing to quiet down for a while.