Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

She looked away, and before she could speak, she saw the doctor bend down, pick up the bronze mirror, and turn to present it to her.

"Take this," the doctor said with a smile.

Surtr frowned and shook his head, saying:

"I have my sword, you should keep this for self-defense."

"Don't worry, I have Originium."

The doctor forcefully shoved the bronze mirror into Surtr's hands.

Then he turned and continued heading north, speaking to the Pure Originium in a language Surtr couldn't understand.

"My team is almost complete. Shouldn't you put in some effort before we start the boss fight?"

Ital looked at the underlying structure of the Deep Blue Tree experimental center, which was now occupied by roots.

Here, too, the newborn was assimilated.

Even though they were both Sea Heirs, Ital never imagined that the nascent being who had nurtured a large horde with his crippled body would actually achieve this.

It glanced with some concern at Qi Yan, who was holding it.

The man continued his descent deeper into the Deep Blue Tree. The path was so long that even though he didn't walk the entire way, Ital could still sense that the man's patience was gradually being worn down.

It even worried more than once that the gentleman might lose control of his temper and cause the Deep Blue Tree ruins to fall into the same state of disrepair as that gate.

But the current outcome doesn't seem any better.

“Sir, He has assimilated the experimental center. Have we failed again?” Ital whispered.

Qi Yan looked at the unknown instrument wrapped in roots in front of him. Following the spread of the roots, Qi Yan's gaze came to the outside of the laboratory's glass.

This place extends deep into the Earth's mantle; through the glass, one can even see flowing magma, and even more so, sprawling branches and roots that extend and contract directly into the magma, drawing energy from it.

"Don't worry, it's only partially assimilated. This thing is still usable. Let me look for it."

Qi Yan carried Ital around the root-filled laboratory and finally found an instrument that resembled a transport capsule.

After fiddling around for a while, Qi Yan didn't know which button he had pressed correctly, but the transmission cabin emitted a crisp electronic sound effect and the cabin door slowly opened.

“Ital, go inside and take a nap. When you come out, you’ll be one of them,” Qi Yan said confidently.

"As expected of the master!"

With eyes full of admiration, Ital jumped into the transmission chamber without a shred of doubt.

Qi Yan was leaning over the hatch, fiddling with the control panel with one hand, but talking as if he had everything under control:

"Don't worry, I'm here. There won't be any accidents. It's just that this process may take some time. Don't rush it. Grow slowly inside. I'll help you from the outside."

When you come out, you'll find the Sea Kings waiting for you in the sky.

These words, which sounded like a threat to anyone else, actually made Ital feel a sense of relief.

“I’ll do whatever you say, sir,” Ital said obediently. “What are your plans for the time being, sir?”

"I'll practice here to try and control the strength and angle of my kick, so I don't accidentally crush Terra."

Qi Yan answered casually, his fingers still moving. Finally, the transmission pod emitted another electronic sound effect, and the pod door slowly closed.

Qi Yan nodded in satisfaction, and said smugly:

"I knew it! How could such a fully automated transformation process possibly stump me!"

The hatch closed smoothly, successfully sealing away Ital's slight doubts.

Qi Yan turned around and walked to the front of the laboratory's main control panel. He pretended to look at the meaningless indicator lights, then crossed his arms and nodded slightly.

"If Dr. Qi can elevate Shuiyue to the level of a newborn, then I, Qi Xiaobai, can certainly do it too!"

With his confidence soaring, Qi Yan stopped paying attention to the electronic instruments he couldn't understand and started warming up in the laboratory on his own.

"Now all we have to do is wait for the month to end. Qi Xiaobai, you can do it!"

"It's just a matter of brute force creating miracles and sending the Sea Princes into the sky!"

"You absolutely won't use too much force and turn Terra into a homeless Terra!"

"By Isamara! By the Cyber ​​Ghost! By Krezon! By Eureka... cough cough, never mind that."

Just as Qi Yan was muttering nonsense, he suddenly noticed that the branches and roots spreading around him all trembled.

He squatted down and found a root nearby, poking it with his finger.

He grabbed it in his hand, put it in his mouth, and gnawed off a piece.

Still no response.

"Dazzled?"

Spitting out the roots from his mouth, Qi Yan stopped paying attention to them and continued his ritual of invoking the gods.

In contrast to Qi Yan, who didn't take these things to heart at all, the changes in the ocean attracted the attention of many parties.

As Sikunda and the others were being escorted back to Millyuyam by support troops, their expressions were more solemn than ever before as they looked at the frantically beeping instruments in their hands.

Goredia peered out the cabin window at the sea and said in a deep voice:

"Those sea creatures are multiplying like crazy, have they gone mad?"

“Perhaps… it’s not Hai Si who’s gone mad, it’s the ocean.” Xikunda stared intently into the depths of the ocean.

In her vision, the ocean was gradually being tinged with a vibrant red.

In Millyum, Clementa, who still held differing opinions from Kal'tsit, suddenly received new intelligence.

"The aquatic life forms have stopped all hunting and begun to endlessly expand their population?"

"A large number of communication channels were affected by unknown frequencies, and monitoring instruments detected signs of calm in the deep ocean?"

"Is the seawater turning red?"

The series of messages left Clementa somewhat bewildered, and she subconsciously looked at Kal'tsit beside her.

Facing Clementine's gaze, Kal'tsit lowered her head slightly, her brows furrowed, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

On the Iberian coastline, Carmen stood in the completed flood defense fortress, watching the sudden surge of the tide. Fear resurrected from history was constantly eroding his sanity.

"The Great Stillness... the culprit behind the Great Stillness of that year, you have finally awakened again."

Chapter 1115 The 'Eldest Son' of Prehistoric Civilization

In the upper level of the Deep Blue Tree Ruins, the Butcher was suddenly awakened from his nap after dinner.

"Is the large group restless?"

The Butcher could feel the call from its bloodline, a call that urged it to abandon everything, to do everything in its power to reproduce, to merge with the ocean, and to be swallowed up by the waves.

"What's wrong with Him?" The Butcher asked, his voice filled with astonishment and confusion.

Under that call, its body almost lost control, abandoning everything to engage in frenzied reproduction.

"Do you need help?"

A gentle, youthful voice suddenly came from the entrance of the ruins.

The Butcher turned his head and saw that the newcomer was a handsome blue-haired boy, who was also one of his own kind.

"Why are there more and more special compatriots lately?" Tu Yuzhe couldn't help but mutter.

Shuiyue exuded a peaceful aura as she stepped forward and gently touched the forehead of the Butcher.

The butcher's inner turmoil quickly subsided, and the calls from the crowd were replaced by another call.

"You're one of them too?" the Butcher asked, puzzled. "No, you're just one of their own who left the main group. You haven't returned; you're trying to assimilate into one of them?"

Shuiyue looked into the depths of the Deep Blue Tree ruins.

He has already found and assimilated several sprawling branches and trunks in the ocean. This dead newborn has no resistance or backup plan; His power is simply there for His people to draw upon.

It was precisely because of the power of the spreading branches that Shuiyue found the ruins of the Deep Blue Tree by following a certain perception.

“His remaining body is down there.” Shuiyue pointed to the broken door in front of her and asked, “Did Qi Yan do this?”

The butcher nodded.

Shuiyue rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

According to Qi Yan's instructions, he needed to borrow a portion of the power of the nascent life, and the main body of the spreading branches was located beneath this ruin.

Qi Yan was among them.

He clearly knew this information, but never revealed it to Shuiyue.

"It seems Qi Yan has no intention of letting me become a new branch that spreads completely."

Shuiyue understood Qi Yan's meaning and turned to leave without any hesitation.

“Fellow countryman, are you Shuiyue?” the Butcher suddenly called out Shuiyue’s name.

Shuiyue stopped and turned back to wait for the butcher's follow-up words.

"Before the gentleman took Ital down there, he instructed another compatriot named Urbian to inform you of some things."

The butcher relayed Qi Yan's one-month deadline to Shuiyue in detail.

“A newborn has awakened in the ocean.”

Kal'tsit calmly delivered the answer that made Clementa's eyelids twitch: "It's not Isamara, whom Qi Yan often mentions, but another one, the lifeblood of the origin."

Clementa forced a bitter smile:

"Does it make a difference? Whichever one it is, it will be a devastating blow to Agor... no, to all civilizations on this planet!"

"Pretty much. According to the available intelligence, this person has merged himself into the ocean. As long as the ocean does not dry up, he will not die."

Are you sentencing civilization to death, madam?

"I'm just reminding you that you don't have much time left to hesitate."

Kal'tsit took out her terminal and operated it a couple of times, only to find that the communication function was completely paralyzed.

She showed no surprise, calmly putting away the terminal and saying:

"This is the culprit behind the Great Tranquility. We have no way of knowing what the Deep Sea Church did to Him, but in short, He has gone completely mad."

This awakening of His means that Terra will face a great stillness far exceeding anything before, a stillness that will truly sweep across the entire globe.

“Madam, I understand what you mean,” Clementsa said through gritted teeth. “You are still urging me to agree to your demands, but I don’t understand how the combined power of the land nations and a few giant beasts can withstand a disaster of this scale. Moreover, I don’t believe that the giant beasts can really provide long-term help.”

In my opinion, our current best solution is still to use all our resources, center our strategy around Millyuyam, and with the help of the behemoths, perhaps we can really make contact with the Agor homeland.

At that time, Agor's legions will become the main force in combating the disaster, providing a continuous stream of technological support to the land-based nations, helping them grow faster and achieve a complete surpassing of Agor!

Clementa spoke these words with heartfelt sincerity.

She believes she has made the most rational arrangement.

Through her conversation with Qi Yan, she no longer underestimated the power of the land. Once Kal'tsit agreed, it would be tantamount to Clementa personally pushing Agor into the most dangerous situation.

By risking severe damage or even annihilation of Agor, we can buy enough time for the land-based nations to grow.

Unfortunately, Kal'tsit just watched Clementa silently, without responding.

Clementa couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

She couldn't understand what Kal'tsit was so stubborn about!

In fact, beneath Kal'tsit's calm exterior, she couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed.

These seafood are so stubborn!

Through these days of communication with Clementa, Kal'tsit has gained a deeper understanding of the spiritual civilization of the Agor people.

Unlike the myriad races on land, the Agor people live in the ocean where there is no Originium, and their civilization began on the ruins of a prehistoric civilization.

These Agorians continuously absorbed the legacy of their ancient civilizations, from material technology to cultural spirit. Compared to the wildly growing land-based civilizations, the Agorian civilization had an inherent advantage.

Whether Kal'tsit is willing to admit it or not, the Agors are the race on Terra most qualified to call themselves the 'firstborn' of the prehistoric civilization.

These Ager people have indeed always upheld their responsibility as the 'eldest sons,' and when problems arise, they are genuinely willing to step forward and take on the burden.

But the problem lies precisely in his status as the 'eldest son'.

Often, the eldest child is the one most prone to being stubborn among a group of children. They have their own sense of responsibility and are more likely to overemphasize it.