Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Actually, if she had wanted to escape just now, Qi Yan, in his white-haired, black-eyed state, wouldn't have been able to catch her at all; she was actually quite enjoying it.

"Qi Yan, judging from what you just said, are you planning to personally lead troops to deal with the threat posed by Hai Si?"

The Pope stepped forward and steered the conversation toward a path that interested him.

“That’s right, I will expel all Hai Si, leaving not a single one alive!” Qi Yan said firmly. “The enemy is on the other side of the sea!”

The Pope immediately analyzed: "If we were to recruit soldiers from other countries, it would take at least several months to go back and forth. This involves the deployment of troops by various countries and the opening of borders, which cannot be taken lightly."

So... the best place to recruit soldiers is still Lateran, which borders Iberia. I mean, I wouldn't mind leading the musketeers myself on the expedition.

All eyes immediately turned to the Pope.

Qi Yan asked suspiciously, "If you personally lead the cavalry into battle, what about Lateran?"

“Well, there’s Violet and Remian, and I’ve also captured Mostima.”

The Pope gave the answer with a smile.

"Are you really afraid that Laterano won't fall?"

Qi Yan felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about Mostima's rule.

"Relax, I had already considered this," the Pope said confidently. "Actually, the one who truly bears the heavy responsibility is Remien. Mostima and Violet are just people I kept behind to bicker with each other and to keep Remien entertained."

Everyone: "..."

Taking advantage of the silence, the Pope rubbed his hands together and asked again:

"So, are there any fun experience slots like Theresis's during this campaign against Hai Si?"

"You, Thomas, are still thinking about that time you were born? I didn't even get to be one!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan instantly flew into a rage again and grabbed the Pope's white beard.

Chaos erupted again in the office.

After everyone finally managed to separate the two, Theresa stepped forward and stood in front of Qi Yan, using her body to suppress any possibility of him going crazy.

She looked at the Pope and said meaningfully:

"Your statement might be acceptable to Qi Yan, but others won't easily believe it. If I'm not mistaken, my participation in the World Summit is probably a factor."

"Miss Theresa is indeed clever."

The Pope straightened his disheveled beard and said with a smile, "In fact, my decision to let Kazdel participate in the World Summit this time has yielded good results, but the subsequent troubles will not completely disappear as a result."

The internal divisions within Lateran, the reassessment from external nations—just thinking about it makes even desserts taste bitter… So, if I can't afford to offend them, I'll just stay away. What's the point of nurturing the younger generation if not to help us old folks share the burden?

Theresa cautioned, "Aren't you afraid that without your control, the three juniors won't be able to suppress the noise below?"

"I've taken all the musketeers with me. Who in Laterano can defeat Mostima, who wields two staffs?" the Pope said calmly.

Theresa: “…”

She genuinely wanted to dissuade the Pope, not simply because she was worried about the stability of Lateran, but because... the Pope was begging Qi Yan to command him and the cavalry!

Command in unison!

She looked at Wei Yanwu with a hint of pleading.

As someone also in the know, Wei Yanwu pretended not to understand Theresa's gaze and said in a serious tone:

"The Yan Kingdom will not participate. Even the Yanwu Alliance cannot take care of both the north and the south."

Theresa: "…………"

She then looked at Amiya.

Amiya replied firmly, "I believe in Mr. Qi Yan!"

Theresa: "………………"

Oh no, my little bunny has been completely lured away by Qi Yan.

"Alright, it's settled then!" Qi Yan waved his hand, exuding an air of dominance, and said, "Without further ado, let's set off immediately!"

The Pope responded with a cheerful voice.

Southern side of Iberia, nearshore waters.

A fishing boat rocked in the churning waves, its propeller roaring as it sliced ​​through the spray, but unable to free the poor vessel from the ocean's clutches.

"Damn it, the weather was calm before we set sail, how did the wind suddenly pick up?"

"Something feels off to me. There's no reason why the wind should make the boat rock like this."

"Stop dawdling, we've made a big haul this time. As long as we can get them back to shore, the boss will definitely give us a good reward."

The sailors' chatter subsided at the captain's reprimand.

But suddenly the lookout's shouts rang out:

"Captain, the situation is dire! The weather has changed on the east flank!"

Everyone on the ship paled and rushed to the ship's side to look at the eastern sky.

As far as the eye could see, the churning dark clouds seemed to be constantly expanding, skimming along the surface of the sea.

Before the clouds arrived, the howling sea wind lashed against the faces of every crew member.

Even though they were in nearshore waters, the waves had evolved to a terrifying level rarely seen even in the deep sea.

"Hold your balance and don't get swept away by the wave!"

The captain roared angrily, "Stop fighting the wind and waves head-on! Turn the rudder and sail diagonally with the wind and waves!"

First mate, take some men and reinforce the hold. If our cargo is lost, I'll throw you overboard as bait!

The first mate didn't bother to remind the captain that this was a fishing boat, and there was no such thing as baiting.

But now was clearly not the time to banter with the captain, so he called a few people around him and hurriedly went into the cabin.

The captain staggered to the mast, steadied himself, and surveyed the sea from both sides.

Before he could get a good look, a loud crash suddenly came from under the ship, as if some huge object had slammed into his ship from the seabed.

This sizable fishing boat suddenly jumped up as if it were weightless.

Then came the feeling of weightlessness.

Everyone on the ship tumbled onto the deck in a sorry state, and some even lost their balance and rolled into the sea with screams.

"Damn it, what's that in the sea?" The captain covered his forehead, his face extremely grim.

His doubts didn't last long; one of the sailors heading to the cabin practically crawled back onto the deck on all fours.

"A sea monster! A sea monster! It smashed the ship with its tentacles and stole all our cargo! The first mate and everyone else were also swept away!"

The sailor roared like a madman, "We're finished! We've angered those sea monsters! This storm must have been caused by them! We're all going to die! We shouldn't have disobeyed the Inquisition's command to go to sea!"

The captain roared through the air.

But he discovered that his voice had been taken away.

Not only him, but all the sounds around him disappeared. The raging ocean formed a violently impactful picture, but it was as if someone had pressed the mute button, turning it into a bizarre and ridiculous pantomime.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

The captain roared in fury, a silent scream.

He still couldn't hear his own voice, but he could hear a quiet, long, eerie sound coming from beneath the sea.

The sound is similar to that of a whale, but it lacks that ethereal beauty; instead, it has a maddening sense of oppression.

Under the corrosive influence of the sound, many crew members knelt down, tearing at their ears and desperately banging their heads against the deck.

The captain's forehead veins throbbed; he still couldn't hear anything, but a surge of anger within him made him restless.

Suddenly drawing his dagger from his waist, the captain roared silently as he rushed to the ship's railing, standing there defenseless and brandishing the dagger at the sea.

The crew members knelt and struggled frantically on the deck, while the captain danced alone in the gale.

This scene resembled a sacrificial ceremony of some unknown civilization—mad, solemn, and dignified, yet utterly illogical.

Waves crashed against the hull, and the wildly beating captain swayed and tumbled into the sea.

As he fell, he saw a tiny figure floating quietly on the distant sea, its pair of emerald green vertical pupils staring at him with a mixture of amusement and disgust.

The cold seawater silently embraced the captain.

He saw the creature with eyes full of both intelligence and reason swimming towards him in the sea.

Just as the captain could see the details of the fur on the creature's body through the blurry seawater, he noticed that the creature stopped moving and looked in astonishment toward the east where dark clouds were approaching.

Then the creature turned and left.

The sound returned to the captain's world.

The waves swept the captain along, and he struggled to stick his head out of the water, instinctively looking eastward as well.

The dark cloud, seemingly hanging overhead and within reach, had arrived before the captain, but the main character was no longer this world-ending cloud.

The waves were crushed by the decaying giant ship, and the dark clouds bowed their heads and retreated to both sides.

A magnificent behemoth emerging from history, symbolizing a golden age, silently enters the captain's field of vision.

Chapter 1021 The Agorians of Iberia

A young man in a blue trench coat walks down the street in Granfallo.

In this dimly lit town, his figure seemed somewhat out of place. His clean and bright trench coat swayed slightly with each step, and beneath his dark jeans, a pair of old but meticulously polished leather shoes clattered on the town's cobblestone streets.

The young man was tidying up his gray briefcase when a gust of wind blew in his face, ruffling his short blue hair.

"Hmm, the wind is picking up. Is it going to rain again?"

The young man glanced at the umbrella strapped to his briefcase and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If I get stuck in the chapel because of this rain, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Uncle Thiago to come and pick me up again.

With his mind preoccupied, the young man quickened his pace toward the chapel in the center of town.

He was an Agor, an Agor living in Iberia, whose job was to clean the chapel and sometimes treat the injuries of workers in the town who were injured on the job.

Life wasn't exactly easy, but it wasn't bad either.

After all, his Uncle Thiago is the mayor of Granfalo...

The young man, preoccupied with his own thoughts, strode into the chapel.

"Little Jody, you're finally here! I thought you wouldn't come in this weather."

Outcast sat in a chair in the chapel and turned to give the young man a warm smile.

Jody was clearly a little uncomfortable with Outcast's enthusiasm, and said shyly:

"Madam, this is my job. You should hurry up and get back to the hotel before it rains."

"Grandma also wanted to go back to the hotel, hold a cup of hot tea, sit behind the window, and quietly watch the rain soak the town."

Outcast looked dejected: "But Grandma still has work to do and has to wait for someone here. It's all Grandma's own fault. Every time she thinks about how she dared to use Eureka's power, she regrets it so much that she sits up in the middle of the night and slaps herself."

"Ah...this..."

Jody was stunned; he was completely unable to handle this kind of topic given his personality.

"Just kidding, Grandma isn't the type to blame myself," Outcast laughed and waved his hand.

Jody remained silent and did not respond.

He felt the woman was lying. Although he was introverted, he was very good at observing other people's subtle emotions.

“Madam, is this why you’re waiting for someone in the chapel?” Jody whispered. “I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

"No, we chose the chapel simply because it's a distinctive building in Granfalo, and the chances of waiting for people there are higher."

Outcast crossed his legs and curled his lip in disdain, saying, "Pray? To whom? The laws of Lateran? If praying to the laws of Lateran could save this land, there would be no suffering here."

Of course, I am not disrespectful to the law; I am still a most devout believer. But if I had to pray, I would prefer to pray to Little Qi Yan.

Jody's eyelids twitched as he listened to Ms. Sakorta's unorthodox remarks.

He didn't know who Qi Yan was, but he knew that if a Sarkaz said such a thing and it was overheard by other Sarkaz, a conflict would be inevitable.

Trying to forget their conversation, Jody skillfully put down her briefcase and went to a corner of the chapel to pick up her cleaning tools.