Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

A pair of gray rabbit ears peeked out first. Amiya looked around and got out of the car.

But instead of immediately heading towards the cathedral, she turned around and reached her hand into the car.

With her other hand resting on Amiya's small hand, the woman in the white dress stepped out of the car, her long pink hair and black horns bathed in the warm sunshine of Laterano.

Theresa looked around, observing the diverse crowd, and was also noticed by them.

The hustle and bustle of the street seemed to be quickly swept away by a filter, spreading rapidly outwards from Theresa, and even the warm sunlight seemed to lose its warmth.

"Amiya, let's go and accept the invitation to participate in this grand event."

Theresa's gentle voice echoed through the deathly silent street.

Chapter 1004 The Omnipotent Qi Yan is Not Omnipotent

A glass of cold drink was placed heavily on the table by Beura.

She stared at the four empty cups in front of her, her once clear eyes gradually becoming bloodshot.

"I... hiccup..."

The moment she opened her mouth, she uncontrollably let out a burp that was utterly unseemly.

This was the first time Biura had ever felt fear towards sweet, fruity cold drinks, but she had no choice; her throat was getting really dry if she didn't drink them.

Even if she wanted something different, all she could find in Laterano was sweet water, very sweet water, and super sweet water…

"Miss Fiameta, what are your thoughts now?"

Biura looked at the red-clad Liboli sitting opposite her, deep in thought, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

She and Fiameta didn't go to the cathedral with Qi Yan, but now she regrets not going with him.

“I want to shove a gun into Andorn’s mouth and then listen to him kneel down and repent,” Fiameta’s answer remained unchanged.

"How can you listen to someone's repentance when you've shoved a gun into their mouth?!" Biura exclaimed in a frenzy.

"I don't care, neither of these two steps can be omitted!" Fiameta said stubbornly, her face dark. "If there's no other way, I'll go find Qi Yan and ask him to come up with a solution!"

"Qi Yan isn't omnipotent!"

Biyura tugged hard at her cat ears.

But after venting for a moment, she forced herself to calm down, clasped her hands together, and began to pray with a sacred expression:

"Qi Yan above, please forgive my words. I have not shown the slightest disrespect to the supreme and benevolent Qi Yan. May Qi Yan protect his followers, and may Qi Yan's glory shine upon this land. Qi Clan."

After the prayer, Biura returned to her frantic state:

"Qi Yan isn't omnipotent!"

Fiameta: "..."

Seeing that Biura was starting to go crazy, she couldn't help but reflect.

Did I go too far?

This actually forced Qi Yan's preacher to resemble Qi Yan's daily routine.

Who is as kind as Qi Yan?

“…Miss Biura, perhaps I’m being too stubborn,” Fiameta said sincerely. “I’m sorry to have troubled you; it was not my intention.”

"You're going to change your mind?" Biura was so moved she almost cried.

“Besides the grenade launcher, I also have a crossbow with a much smaller caliber.” Fiameta took out a crossbow from her pouch. “Andorn should be able to speak with this in his mouth, but I can’t guarantee that his tongue will still be intact after he finishes speaking.”

Biura's tears finally fell.

When someone is intent on humiliating and killing another, they might still consider leaving the person with a whole corpse.

Biyula clasped his hands together and looked up at the sky with devotion.

The brilliant sunlight, slightly distorted through her tear-blurred vision, somehow outlined the shape of Qi Yan.

This must be the punishment Qi Yan has brought upon himself; it is the hardship and tribulation that every believer will experience; it is God's grace and God's admonition.

I understand now! Qi Men!

Just as Biula was quietly going crazy, the sound of wheels rolling over the road kept getting closer to the two of them.

Biura and Fiameta turned to look.

Fiamet was somewhat surprised to see who it was:

"You guys didn't follow Qi Yan to see what he was up to?"

Remianne, sitting in her wheelchair, smiled and said, "I wanted to go, but Xiao Mo disagreed. She said she wanted to spend more time with you."

“Hey!” Mostima called out with a disgruntled threat.

Fiamet narrowed her eyes in confusion.

She didn't know if Mostima's dissatisfaction stemmed from her taking the blame for Remien, or from Remien exposing her ulterior motives.

Unfortunately, Fiameta wasn't given a chance to uncover the truth. Remien approached their seats and said:

"If you want to go find Andorn, then go find him."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Fiameta asked, quite surprised.

“I’m sorry,” Remian suddenly said apologetically. “Sometimes Mostima and I have been too self-centered and haven’t taken your feelings seriously.”

Yes, we were there in the first place, and so were you. No one says we have to understand Andorn, and no one says we have to let go.

Fiamet was momentarily at a loss for words and could only remain silent.

Mostima stood behind Remian, his fingers constantly fiddling with the small flower on the muzzle of Remian's large sniper rifle.

She said, seemingly unconcerned:

"No matter what, it was Andorn who betrayed us back then, not you. We should stand firmly on your side."

"you……"

"I'm sorry, Fia."

Remien said gently, “It wasn’t until I saw you completely unleash your deepest, most genuine pain the moment you met Andorn that I realized my mistake.”

Actually, it's not just Li Boli; we're both slow-witted fools too. Many times, we can't truly connect with each other through a single word, action, or expression.

"Go, Night Watchers of the Glimmer!" Mostima drew the small flower from the muzzle of his sniper rifle. "The three of us will give Andorn a surprise!"

Fiameta couldn't help but clench his fist slightly.

Mostima leaned closer with a mischievous grin, his nose hovering just above Fiameta's earlobe:

"What? You're so moved you can't speak... Hmm!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was punched in the stomach by Fiameta.

"I'm not called the Night Watcher of the Glimmer!" Fiameta was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Okay, One-Armed Chainsaw Man!"

Mostima clutched her stomach and managed to escape behind Remien before Fiameta could make a move.

Biura sat to the side watching the three reconcile and bicker, and couldn't help but smile like an aunt, subconsciously reaching for the cup in front of her.

But the moment her fingers touched the empty cup, the memories that hadn't completely died surged back into her mind, and Biyura instantly withdrew her hand as if she had touched an insect.

She felt that she would not be interested in sweet foods for the next few months.

"Now that we've made up our minds, let's head to the cathedral."

After extending the invitation, Remian looked at Biura, whose expression was bitter: "Do you want to come along?"

"Count me in! I hope you beat me up badly. It's all that bastard Andorn's fault that I'm in this mess!" Biura said through gritted teeth.

"No problem."

Remien agreed with a gentle smile.

The four hit it off immediately and set off for the cathedral.

Mostima pushed the wheelchair, Remian adjusted her sniper rifle, Fiamet knew Andorn's ability to escape, so she quietly plucked one of her feathers, and Beura used her terminal to contact the Rhodes Island medical operators.

The head of a nursing home: "Seeking help, how to make someone die in the most painful way, waiting online, very urgent."

Blood bank manager (who would never steal): "The answer is simple: let Gavial go and save that person."

Jungle Fierce Woman: "I've recently been thinking about becoming a Guard Operator through a different class. FF0, do you have time to train with me?"

Forest Fierce Woman: "Wait a minute?! Which bastard administrator changed my group chat nickname?"

Shining: "Although it wasn't a pleasant memory, I do have a document here that can help Miss Beura. I can send it to you privately if you need it."

Kal'tsit: "Qi Yan is causing trouble again? Who's in charge of supervising him at the World Summit?"

Blood bank administrator (who would never steal blood): "Holy crap! When did that old lynx join this little group?"

Kal'tsit: "There are always unexpected things on this land. Even Qi Yan has things he can't foresee, let alone others. We should all think carefully about our words and actions."

Kal'tsit: "Rhodes Island is not the most special place on this land. No one can guarantee that the operators on Rhodes Island will not experience real suffering."

Kal'tsit: "I haven't had the time or energy to take care of Rhodes Island lately, but I believe that the future of Rhodes Island and this land will continue. The sun and the moon will keep turning, and one day we will all face our own lives."

The lively group chat fell into an eerie silence, with only Kal'tsit's three long riddles silently suppressing the bottom line of the chat box.

Qi Lin: "I'm in Lateran. People get killed, but they don't necessarily die."

Biula received a satisfactory answer.

She put away her terminal, turned to face the cathedral, and gave a cruel smile:

"Andorn, you must pay!"

Fiameta: ? ? ?

Mostima looked at Biura and his eyes lit up:

"My dear sister! A sister is worth more than anything. From now on, you're a new member of our Laterano F4. What a load of crap, Andorn! There's no place for him in this team!"

Remian ignored Mostima and her companion, who kept calling each other "sisters," and instead pushed the wheelchair to Fiameta.

"Before we go to Andorn, could you tell me a story?"

........................

Before Remien tells her story, I'll tell you one first.

I went to a friend's wedding today. Ah, I'm so envious that I'm already tipsy even before I've had a drink. It's evolved from the sour smell of romance into the sweet taste of happiness.

The scene was so sweet that even if Sakorta came, he would exclaim that this was the true holy city.

I felt like my dark and decaying self was being melted away by that dazzling light. Everyone else is married, why don't I even have a girlfriend!

I also want to be polluted by the saccharine scent of love. I'm so envious I almost feel like my plasmids are about to split apart. I go home, lie in bed, and watch sweet teen romance comedies, then writhe into a maggot and get kicked off the bed by my sister.

Heavens above, earth below, please open your eyes! What does it really feel like to hold a girl's hand?!

Finally, there's one more chapter later. I'll finish watching today's show first, hehe~

Chapter 1005 Sarkaz, the Law, and Lateran

It was a small town in Iberia, but you can't find its name on maps or in history books today.

When people still lived there, it was called Chaoshi Town.

As a neighboring country of Lateran, this Iberian town also adheres to religion. The bishop living in the town raised a young Sakota, who grew up, studied, and spent the best years of his life here.

But then came the calamity known as the Great Silence.

No matter how hard a person tries, life is always fragile.

After the calamity recedes, death and destruction do not depart with it; a plague, a famine, or a premeditated infiltration is enough to destroy everything.

In order to save his homeland, which was not his home, Sarkaz came to the holy city of Laterano, pleading for some insignificant support, even if it was just a promise, a sermon, or a flashy but empty hope called survival.

His plea for help was answered, but it was a response of despair.

The answer he received was simple: You are one of us, they are not.

When Sakta returned to his 'hometown' from his hometown, everything had already vanished.