Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"People will always change. Our spirit will be passed down from generation to generation and will eventually be constantly iterated. As for you, who are immortal in the changing times, I cannot predict."

The Grand Tutor's tone was equally indifferent: "Besides, even if every generation could be on good terms with their successors, I would not be willing to do so."

"The people of Yan should stand tall and be self-reliant, not needing to rely on any powerful entity for survival," the Grand Tutor declared loudly. "On this land called Yan, the people of Great Yan are the only masters."

Qi Yan nodded: "That's well said, but I think people only care about whether vegetable prices have gone up today."

"These are the things they need to care about." The Grand Tutor's lips curled into a proud smile. "How to keep Yan Kingdom stable is what officials need to consider, and how to make Yan Kingdom prosperous is what the true dragon needs to consider. This is Yan Kingdom."

If I can make the people of Yan only have worries about the rise and fall of vegetable prices, why should Yan not prosper?

Even though I know you won't like these words, I still have to say them: the survival of the Yan Kingdom has never needed people like you who are high and mighty.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan couldn't help but clap his hands.

The Grand Tutor was somewhat stunned by the applause, and the passionate emotions he had prepared became disjointed.

"That's right. Yan Kingdom is indeed different from the other countries in this land. It's very special and also very outstanding."

Qi Yan generously offered a couple of compliments, then changed the subject: "But you really don't need to think about it so much."

"What do you mean?"

“What I mean is… you’ve misunderstood some things.” A smile returned to Qi Yan’s face. “When I said that the second son of the Sui family would face a calamity in the future, it wasn’t just about a small fragment of a giant beast.”

Qi Yan smiled and said slowly, "It's highly likely that there's no such thing as 'a thousand years later' on this land."

Chapter 870: A Single Sentence Causes the Timeline to Tremble

The Grand Tutor left.

He walked very fast, his face terribly gloomy. He didn't even give Ning Ciqiu and Liang Xun time to say goodbye. He took Liang Xun with him and hurriedly left Shangshu, heading straight for the capital.

Qi Yan walked along the streets of Shangshu with his younger sister, not surprised by the Grand Tutor's almost hasty departure.

"You old fool, keep babbling at me like that, I'll scare you to death!"

Qi Yan raised his middle finger in the direction the Grand Tutor had left.

Qi Lin, standing beside him, unusually showed some curiosity and took the initiative to ask:

"Were those things you just said meant to scare people?"

"No, it's the truth." Qi Yan told his younger sister without reservation, "This land is indeed facing a great calamity... well, several great calamities. As these hidden dangers are gradually exposed, the story of this land will slowly come to an end."

"So, what happened next?" Qi Lin pressed.

Qi Yan smiled and reached out to rub her head, but was slapped away by the dog's paw.

Shaking his hand, Qi Yan reassured, "Don't panic. I'll take you to a new place to continue our adventures. We can even switch jobs once we get there. Hmph, Rhodes Island? Not even a dog would stay there!"

Seeing that Qi Yan had made all the arrangements, Qi Lin stopped asking questions.

However, she still mentioned, "Bring Frostnova along too."

"Froststar doesn't need to be brought along; she'll catch up on her own."

Qi Yan smiled and said something, then turned his head to continue looking ahead, not letting Qi Lin notice the emotion hidden in his eyes.

He scared the Grand Tutor away with the news of the End of the World, because the Grand Tutor's words had really offended him.

For Qi Yan, the immortality that many people envy is truly a curse.

"Phew, hopefully we can avoid it."

Qi Yan stretched and tried to temporarily put aside these upsetting things.

"What?" Qi Lin asked in confusion.

"I want to eat candied hawthorns, but unfortunately I don't have any money, so I hope I can avoid them on the way back to the inn," Qi Yan said casually.

The next second, a small blue wallet was handed to him.

Qi Lin held up her wallet, indicating that Qi Yan could buy whatever he wanted to eat.

Qi Yan's eyes lit up, he grabbed the wallet and ran off.

Terra, the far north, the Sami.

The wind and snow seem to perpetually blanket this land, never ceasing.

However, this frigid climate, which strikes fear into the hearts of outsiders, is the best protection for some beings within the Sami.

A woman with long white hair walks in the snow, her black boots leaving a trail of lonely footprints on the pristine surface.

The woman's white hair fell across her forehead, obscuring her left eye. The eye that was exposed was slightly narrowed, and a hint of surprise appeared in her golden pupils.

Why has the expansion speed suddenly become so rapid?

The woman stared at a patch of snow stained black at the end of her vision. She wanted to go forward and take a closer look, but then she suddenly realized something and stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head to look at a grove of dead trees beside her.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes echoed through the forest, and on the trunk of a withered tree, a piece of dry bark swayed precariously in the wind.

The woman turned and walked to the withered tree, placed her staff in the snow, and reached her hands towards the bark.

“Anma, Simone listens to your will.”

The woman whispered a prayer and gently pried off the bark.

But as she looked at the texture of the bark in her hand, confusion gradually filled Simone's single golden eye.

Why is there no revelation?

She didn't understand; the gust of wind and the swaying tree bark were clearly reminders from the will of this Sami snowfield.

This is also the usual way these snow priests communicate with the Sami.

However, this was the first time Simona, an experienced Snow Fairy, had encountered a situation where she was specifically summoned only to be given a blank revelation.

Just as Simone was frowning in thought, a violent hurricane suddenly swept across the snowfield.

"This is……"

Simone staggered in the wind and quickly grabbed her staff to hide in the withered trees in front of her.

Before she could find shelter from the wind, Simone felt that special feeling again and forced herself to steady herself to carefully examine her surroundings.

The black, withered trees became blurred in the blizzard that blotted out the sun. Large amounts of bark were blown off by the wind and rolled and arranged in front of Simone, as if trying to remind her of some message.

However, these tree barks are often blown away by even stronger winds at crucial moments when they are used to convey information.

Simone was experiencing this strange situation for the first time, and a sense of fear rose in her heart.

But she immediately suppressed her emotions and looked warily at the snowfield in the distance that was stained black.

Even through the wind and snow, the black snowfield was still clearly visible, as if its existence could transcend everything and be deeply imprinted in Simone's heart.

Just as Simone was gritting her teeth against the mental onslaught of the black snow, a large number of the withered trees around her were blown down by a strong wind.

"Wait... this is a revelation!"

In Simone's eyes, the fallen, withered trees were strangely arranged into a message that only Xue Si could understand.

"Lorde Island..."

Some distance from Simone's location, in a mountainous area, a tall Sarkaz woman emerged from the cave where she lived.

The woman tightened her thick clothes in the sudden, violent wind, and a faint glimmer of light flashed across the eye-like lines on her forehead.

Her Sarkaz Cyclops talent was uncontrollably activated, allowing her to see a scene.

Just as she was trying to process the information in the image, another petite but well-developed Sarkaz girl rushed back from outside the cave.

"Elchi, what happened to Sami?"

The Sarkaz girl is not a Snow Goddess, but having lived in this snowfield for many years, she can still sense the changes taking place there.

The Cyclops named Elchi took a deep breath, his long black hair fluttering in the wind.

She raised her hand and beckoned the Sarkaz girl to her side, gently stroking the girl's soft, long purple hair.

A flicker of worry crossed Elkiel's eyes: "Typhon, do you want to leave Sami?"

The Sarkaz girl named Typhon was stunned, and shook her head, saying:

Why should I leave home?

“Because there are some things I need you to do,” Elki said softly. “I need you to go outside, find an organization called Rhodes Island, find a woman named Kal'tsit, and tell her to be careful of the ocean.”

Typhon was bewildered by this nonsensical task. Her two long, black horns, along with her subconscious head tilt, almost poked Elki's chin.

Having effortlessly dodged his adopted daughter's attack as if he had foreseen it, Elki raised his hand and pressed Typhon's little head down, continuing:

“You will meet many people on Rhodes Island, but there is one special person among them. I need you to find him and tell him that there is something amiss deep within Sami and that he needs to come and deal with it personally.”

"What special person?"

Typhon's head was held down, preventing her from tilting it, so she could only idly and uncomfortably play with the giant bow in her hand, which was taller than her.

“I don’t know,” Elki replied.

Elchi smiled and said, "Even my abilities can't see him; I can only sense that such a person exists in the image. Isn't that special enough?"

Chapter 871 The Blade of Suicide

Upon hearing Elki's answer, Typhon couldn't help but grin:

“That’s quite special, but it puts me in a difficult position. I can’t exactly find that organization called Rhodes Island, grab someone, and ask them who’s the most special person here, can I?”

After thinking for a moment, Erqi actually nodded in agreement: "You can give it a try."

Typhon: “…”

This wasn't the first time Elki had given her a task, and such vague tasks were commonplace for Elki.

Typhon fiddled with his bowstring a couple of times and casually said:

"Give me some time to prepare. A sudden wind has picked up on the snowfield. I think..."

"You don't have time, or to be precise, we don't have time."

Elki urged, "I'll take care of Sami. You just need to find Kal'tsit and that special person."

Typhon was taken aback when Elki pushed him from the cave entrance to a small path.

Go, go and catch up with time.

Elki waved goodbye to Typhon at the crossroads, and then, under Typhon's puzzled gaze, turned and left, his figure soon disappearing into the snow.

"Hush...huh..."

Heavy breathing echoed in the vast white expanse of sky and earth.

Four Ursus Blademasters knelt in the snow, the endless white ice and snow around them unable to swallow the black on their uniforms.

The four bodies of the stabbers were already cold.

They originally ventured deep into the Sami snowfield on a mission, but in the end, they remained forever in this white world.

These artificial weapons, which sealed fragments of evil within their bodies in exchange for power, chose to commit suicide in their final moments to sever the assimilation of evil.

However, among the four dead blades, a heavy breathing sound could still be heard continuously.

A thick black aura swirled beneath the four blades.

Suddenly, one of the blades began to tremble, as if it were going through some painful struggle.

"No...you can't..."

The blade's will reawakened from the darkness, and sensing its own condition, it immediately raised its hand and gripped the dagger piercing its own throat.

He realized that it was his body's instinctive reaction when he committed suicide that caused his muscles to contract, allowing the dagger to avoid a fatal blow.

What he must do now is to end his life completely and prevent himself from being assimilated by evil.

A black aura spread from his arm, and he tried his best to push the dagger in his throat deeper.

But having fallen unexpectedly from the embrace of death, his body was already frozen stiff by the cold of the snowfield.

Feeling the weakness in his arms and the black aura tearing at his will within him, a sense of powerlessness welled up uncontrollably in Sharp Blade's heart.

No matter how hard he tried to suppress his emotions, he could no longer control his emotional fluctuations, as the evil spirits had seized the opportunity to exploit him.