Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The second wave of attacks on Yumen was launched.

This time, however, the Jade Gate city wall in the sky suddenly became empty, and the city defense equipment that had been projected by the mirror was directly withdrawn by the mirror.

The barrage of attacks swept across the center of the battlefield, raining down on the mirrored Jade Gate city walls and the soldiers gathered there.

Chapter 921 I'm even more awesome than the Great Sage!

Zuo Xuanliao's expression suddenly changed drastically.

He immediately realized what had happened.

If this attack hits the city walls and soldiers in the mirror image without reservation, the backlash will inflict immeasurable and devastating damage on the Yumen side.

At the critical moment, the Witch King and Qi simultaneously leaped into the air, unleashing red mist and ice.

Even though the mirror image of them also made a move, with their skill, the mere aftershocks of the collision engulfed the salvo of the Originium Cannons, successfully causing it to dissipate in mid-air without falling.

The Witch King, who had returned to the city wall, looked rather solemn.

Qi Yan stroked his chin in surprise and said, "This thing can actually adapt to changing circumstances?"

“It’s not that He understands how to respond, but that the Left General He imitates understands,” the Witch King said, revealing his conjecture.

Zuo Xuanliao's brows furrowed immediately.

"What's the point of fighting?"

Qi Yan spread his hands and said, "We have the mechanisms, we can copy the stats on the spot, and we can even turn our SSR generals into our own AI programs."

"It wasn't just turned on, it was completely forgotten to turn it off!"

The Witch King couldn't help but complain, "You've finally met your match. Now you know the importance of having more skills, right? You can learn Originium Arts and witchcraft from me in the future, so you won't be helpless next time you encounter a similar situation."

"Hilarious! When have I, Qi Xiaobai, ever cared about these things?"

Qi Yan remained incorrigible, even proudly declaring with his hands on his hips, "I, Qi Xiaobai, am even more awesome than the Monkey King!"

The Great Sage had to navigate mechanics to defeat the Yellow Wind Demon and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, but I don't even need the Wind-Fixing Pearl or the Embroidery Needle to retrace my journey to the West!

"You're talking nonsense again." The Witch King rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with Qi Yan.

Ling also stopped attacking and gracefully landed beside the group from the air.

"It seems we were too naive," Ling said helplessly. "After all, the opponent is a complete behemoth. With Qi Yan restrained, it's too difficult for us to defeat it alone. Even if we win in the end, it will be a Pyrrhic victory."

"No, Qi Yan may not have been restricted."

Zuo Xuanliao suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Perhaps Qi Yan's martial prowess is ineffective, but please don't forget that Qi Yan's strategy is even more powerful than his martial arts!"

Fortunately, Qi Yan wasn't imitated by the mirror, so we can rely on Qi Yan's strategies to command the battle!

Ling couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation:

"I've heard about your deeds from the Grand Tutor these past few days. After traveling with you for so long, I never imagined that beneath your jovial exterior lay such wisdom that even the Grand Tutor and my second brother would be ashamed of themselves."

Even the Witch King and Qi couldn't help but fall silent.

Qi Yan scratched his head and cheeks for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly:

"It's not impossible for me to take command; I have several experiences in commanding."

"I entrust my general's token to you." Zuo Xuanliao stuffed his token into Qi Yan's hand. "I also entrust the Jade Gate to you. Please defeat the impersonator who is imitating me!"

Qi Yan: ? ? ?

He hurriedly shoved the token back, shaking his head frantically:

"You misunderstood. I was planning to try to crawl into the mirror and direct you on the other side."

Left Proclamation Order to Liaodong: ? ? ? ?

"Stop making things worse."

Despite having no physical form, the Witch King couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

He knew that Qi Yan definitely had a way to deal with Jing, but he also knew the reason why Qi Yan didn't take action.

Even if Jing dies a tragic death, it will be difficult to completely resolve the knot in Qi's heart if Qi cannot take revenge himself.

The Witch King turned to look at Qi and found that this usually taciturn giant was even quieter than usual.

While the crowd was discussing, He simply looked up and gazed at the mirror in the sky.

The Witch King looked at his reflection in the two glasses, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

"Qi Yan, do you remember the teamwork we used when we fought that little white girl in Letania?"

"Oh, of course I remember." Qi Yan nodded vigorously. "I was using my max-level account and got beaten up. There are few such funny moments on this land. How could I forget?"

"Cough cough..."

The Witch King's embarrassed phantom almost dissipated, and he quickly stopped Qi Yan from continuing: "I have an idea. Although you can't be imitated by the mirror, I can. If you log off right now and I control your body, can the mirror imitate you?"

"You can give it a try!"

The two, one human and one ghost, acted immediately, and the illusory image of the Witch King directly entered Qi Yan's body.

The next second, a red glow appeared around Qi Yan's eyes.

Using Qi Yan's body, the Witch King smiled arrogantly, looking up at the sky with an even more unrestrained grin.

Ling and the others also looked up.

On the mirrored city wall, a figure shrouded in red mist gradually revealed its blurry outline.

Although it still couldn't completely capture Qi Yan's appearance, it was indeed successfully imitated by Jing.

“Very well, then let me test the strength of this behemoth.”

The Witch King loosened his wrists and then suddenly propelled himself into the sky.

In the mirror image, the blurry figure also rushed over, and the two simultaneously swung their fists and collided fiercely.

Contrary to expectations, the two forces were evenly matched. The blurry figure's fist was shattered on the spot by the Witch King, whose fist, still powerful, struck the blurry figure hard in the chest.

A crisp cracking sound echoed in everyone's ears, and a visible crack appeared in the air.

The two cities that had been hanging upside down over everyone's heads began to collapse, but could no longer affect reality.

Without hesitation, the Witch King reached out and grabbed the crack.

It was clearly just a cracked phantom, yet it struggled in his hand as if it were a real object.

"Be honest with me!"

Relying on Qi Yan's body, the Witch King ignored the wounds torn in his palm by the cracks and forcibly held the opponent's finally exposed weakness firmly in his hand.

A piercing scream erupted in the sky, causing the ordinary soldiers on the city wall to cover their ears in pain.

He immediately rushed to the military flag, pulled it out, and waved it vigorously.

Countless azure dragon shadows coalesced and entered the bodies of all the soldiers, helping them withstand the screams of the mirror while providing them with power.

"All soldiers, listen to my command! Target that crack! Let's fight again!"

With the command given, everyone sprang into action once again.

Qi no longer hesitated, raised his head and let out a long wolf howl, then rushed out and slammed his claws into the crack.

Meanwhile, the remaining attacks also landed on the crack.

The screams echoing across the sky grew increasingly shrill, and the crack visibly began to spread, finally cracking open with a sharp sound and becoming a dark, gaping hole.

Countless phantoms flew out from it, screaming and fleeing in all directions.

"These are all beings that were copied by the mirror and dragged into it. Just how many people has this guy harmed?" Ling's face was extremely ugly, and anger blazed in his eyes.

Qi Lang's claws slammed out again, further widening the gap.

More phantoms emerged from it.

Qi's gaze suddenly locked onto several illusory figures, and his movements paused.

He recognized those illusory figures.

Those were people He saved at the cost of tearing their souls apart, yet they too were murdered without anyone knowing when.

An extremely angry, even hoarse, roar erupted from Qi's mouth.

His suppressed anger was unleashed without restraint at this moment.

The cold wind was born on this land.

A wolf-like shadow, obscuring the sky, dominated everyone's view. Its golden eyes were lowered, burning with rage, like two golden suns being born in the sky.

The snow-white wolf claws reached out, gripped the gap, and pressed down hard.

The shattered mirror cut Qi's body, but could not stop His movements. Blood and broken mirror fragments splattered in the sky like meteors.

To everyone's horror, the sky was torn in two by the giant wolf's claw.

The wolf's body was surrounded by swirling clouds, and shards of mirror fell around it like shooting stars, but they were all caught up in the howling cold wind and could not escape.

"You degenerate wretch, you are a disgrace to your kind!"

A roar, a convergence of countless different voices, will engulf them.

Qi had no intention of speaking to the mirror. The cold wind swept away the remaining clouds, transforming into the coldest and sharpest ice blades in the world, accurately hitting all the mirror fragments and continuously slashing them away.

Even though Qi had deliberately restrained his power, the two cities on the ground were still being swallowed up by the white ice and snow at a visible speed.

Inside the Jade Gate, Ling did not intervene in the battle. Instead, she waved the military flag and directed the Imperial Guards to form ranks, using herself as the core of the formation to gather military strength and protect the city. At the same time, a beautiful figure rose into the air from the city, wielding her greatsword and splashing ink marks to cooperate with her elder sister.

In Longmen, the old carp possessed by Wang and Chongyue joined forces to unleash the sword, using it to protect the city from the lingering power of the two giant beasts' life-or-death struggle.

The Witch King released red mist in the air to help Qi check for any omissions or deficiencies, while at the same time he solemnly observed his surroundings.

He didn't think Jing would be in such a desperate situation so easily; the other party must have a backup plan.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a fragment moving at an unusually high speed, flying straight toward the jade gate.

"That direction... is that the Yumen military camp?" The Witch King was taken aback. "What is Jing trying to do?"

Before he could figure it out, his hand suddenly went out of control, and he raised his hand and slapped himself.

The illusory image of the Witch King groaned as it was pulled out of Qi Yan's body.

"That's Qi Lin over there!"

Qi Yan regained control of his body, his white hair instantly turning completely black, and with a flicker, he crossed spatial limitations and appeared in the Yumen military camp.

The fragments of the mirror behind him transformed into streaks of light, and Qi Yan slapped them backhand.

The stream of light dissipated and rolled back into the sky, but the next second, it reformed and slowly drifted down in front of Qi Yan.

In the main tent of the military camp, the Grand Tutor and Qi Lin walked out and immediately saw Qi Yan with black hair, as well as another Qi Lin in front of Qi Yan.

"Brother, can you bear to see me get hurt, or even die?"

Qi Lin, shimmering with light, smiled and whispered to Qi Yan, "This is a phantom projected from a wisp of my essence; even I cannot unbind it."

Any injury I suffer will be projected onto another version of myself, and even my death will be projected onto that other version of myself.

Qi Yan remained silent and reached out to stop Qi Lin, who was about to rush towards the mirror.

Qi Lin's smile deepened as the light shone through her.

Chapter 922 Qi Lin, who understands the art of falling

Qi Lin reached out and tried to press down Qi Yan's arm that was blocking her way.

But Qi Yan, who usually doted on her, couldn't budge her arm this time, as if it were cast in bronze and iron.

"Don't worry, leave it to me," Qi Yan said softly.

He didn't turn around while speaking; his gaze remained fixed on Qi Lin, the image reflected in the mirror.

He confirmed again, "You just said that your current state is highly integrated with Qi Lin's?"

The moment Jing nodded, Qi Yan tackled her to the ground.

Grand Tutor: ? ? ?

"Yoshi yoshi yoshi!"