Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Even without Mr. Friston's legacy, we can certainly lead Terra to a brighter future!

The doctor sighed and said softly:

"Then let's get started."

Seeing that the Doctor had finally relented, Kal'tsit decisively turned around and ran frantically towards the outside of the underground space. Her short green hair fluttered in the wind, like a frightened kitten desperately searching for a safe haven where she could feel safe.

The professor followed leisurely behind and said to the two people watching the scene at the door:

"We're getting ready to leave. What about you two?"

The tin man stood up and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"I thought this was the site of our Tikkaz, but I never expected that Christen would dig through the Terra civilization."

I'm aware of my own limitations; this isn't something I can just casually get involved in. Just what I've gleaned so far is enough to give my superiors a long interrogation when I get back."

Holhaya puffed out her cheeks as she stood up and said to the Tin Man:

"I know I was wrong, and I'll do it again next time, but you're not allowed to touch me. Qi Yan has already asked me to prepare an apology for you, and I've sent it to the hotel you booked in the city."

Next, for the sake of my race's revival, I must clean this ridiculously large place, as Qi Yan requested.

The doctor raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, sensing that this plump-looking woman was jumping into the trap Qi Yan had set.

But he didn't care about any of that, and just turned back to take one last look at Friston.

"PhD……"

Friston asked, puzzled, "I have one last question."

“Ama-10, or rather, Kal'tsit now, why does she seem so worried about Qi Yan breaking through the sky?” Friston asked, puzzled. “What do you mean by ‘we must stop Qi Yan from leaving’? Where is Qi Yan going? With his abilities, he should be able to travel back and forth freely even if he goes to the stars.”

The Doctor gestured for Friston to be quiet: "I know you've seen through my prank, but to get revenge on that white dog, please don't expose him. I'm looking forward to seeing him pinned to the ground by a worried Kal'tsit."

Friston remained silent.

That familiar feeling has returned.

The process of the doctor's personality reshaping after losing his memory was definitely influenced by that guy named Qi Yan!

The Tin Man and Horhaya exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other.

Neither of them were fools; they immediately understood the Doctor's prank and knew that after the prank ended, the Doctor would inevitably face joint retaliation from Qi Yan and Kal'tsit.

The strategist puts himself into the game, raising his hand to throw chess pieces all over the opponent's face.

Then you get completely dominated and humiliated by the other party?

The main idea is to kill zero enemies while suffering 1,800 casualties on your own.

Just as the two were worrying about the Doctor's fate, Friston suddenly spoke up to remind them:

"If that's the case, then I think you, Doctor, will not only suffer, but you won't even get to have any fun."

Friston continued, "Your prank is based on successfully stopping Qi Yan. What if you can't stop him?"

The doctor suddenly slapped his forehead:

Without time for further words, the professor took off running outside.

Chapter 1192 The Non-Existent Answer

The tin man watched the doctor leave, then turned his gaze to Horhyah beside him:

"It looks like something big is going to happen outside. I'm going out to check it out. What about you?"

Holhaya hesitated.

She turned to look at Friston, who had fallen silent again, and asked:

"Old man, can you give me an answer?"

“What answer?” Friston asked in return.

"How can our Feathered Serpent clan return to the skies?" Horhaya asked, revealing the question she had been longing for.

"Feathered Serpent..."

Friston seemed to be deep in thought, or perhaps trying to rummage through his information database.

After a moment, he finally found the information in Colombian history.

“A bunch of little creatures living in the sky, quite interesting,” Friston commented. “But I don’t understand your so-called ‘return to the sky.’ The ‘Originium Arts’ developed by you Terran little creatures can allow you to continue floating in the air, right?”

"That's not what I want!"

Holhaya became somewhat impatient: "To use Qi Yan's words, what kind of flying is it to use the wind to lift yourself up?"

“Flying, by its very nature, refers to the use of airflow,” Friston reminded him.

"No! That's not what I meant!" Horhaya stamped her feet anxiously. "Since you have already found our Feathered Serpent clan, you should know about our past glory. In the most prosperous era of the Feathered Serpents, we were the overlords of the sky. We ruled the sky for more than four hundred years!"

Friston agreed politely.

Holhaya: "..."

The tin man, unable to bear it any longer, kindly reminded him:

"Little Feathered Serpent, what exactly do you mean by 'sky'?"

Holhaia stared wide-eyed in disbelief, raising her hand to point directly at the top of her head:

"What else could it be but the sky we look up at? It's the boundless realm that Qi Yan and Christen are planning to conquer!"

The Tin Man shook his head: "Although my short lifespan of a few thousand years is not enough to understand the sky, I can roughly guess that the sky that Qi Yan and Christensen are talking about is not the low altitude that kites or hot air balloons can reach."

Holhaia felt she had been subjected to the greatest insult in her life.

Tin Man shook his pipe, sending the ash onto the floor that Horhaya had painstakingly cleaned.

He put his pipe in his pocket, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside without looking back, saying:

"Little Feathered Serpent, open your eyes and take a good look... at this world."

Don't let the past four hundred years blind you any longer. You are fortunate that the memories of your feathered serpent clan are preserved in your mind through some ritual, which allows you to at least vaguely see what is happening in the present.

"You... you..."

Horhaya's chest heaved with rage: "How dare you belittle the history of the Feathered Serpent Clan like this!"

“I have never belittled history, but Little Feathered Serpent, you take history too seriously.”

The tin man finally turned around, his silver metallic face reflecting a faint arc of light in the dim light: "Over four hundred years of history is enough to compare to a fraction of the years I have lived. And I am fortunate that my life experience is only a fraction of any one of these three people in front of this old gentleman, Lord Kal'tsit, or even that doctor just now."

"Little Feathered Serpent, these three are not bound by the past. With them setting an example, do you still want to imprison yourself within the four-hundred-year history of the Feathered Serpent clan?"

"You and I……"

Holhaya stood there, at a loss.

She suddenly recalled the invitation Qi Yan had given her that had once made her so angry she had jumped up and down.

'Holhaya, you can go to my kindergarten... and be a student.'

The tin man left the underground space without looking back.

A gentle breeze blew away the ashes left on the ground by the Tin Man, and Horhaya gritted her teeth in anger.

She suddenly turned to look at Friston, who was preparing to continue sleeping:

"Old man, I'm going out to see what Qi Yan is up to. I can tell you don't seem to be planning to live, but you better hold on and don't rush to your death!"

When I get back, I'll pry even more information out of you, you old geezer!

"Heh, go ahead, you young lad."

Friston's voice grew weaker and weaker, but there was a hint of relief in it: "I'm not done yet. I'm still waiting for Qi Yan to come back and take what he wants."

Please rest assured, even if I were to decide to end all of this, I would need Ama-10 to personally input the commands.

Holhaya gave a soft hum, summoned the air currents to lift herself up, and flew outside.

When Horhaya successfully returned to the surface, she found that the three doctors had not left the entrance to the underground cave, but were standing in place looking up at the sky.

Holhaya also raised her head.

She saw a golden ocean.

The sea creatures, so vast they defy description, gathered above Trimont City, moving in a rhythmic fashion as if as one, channeling energy into the 'Ten Thousand Stars Garden' at the heart of the golden ocean.

The energy pulses converge layer by layer, like the surging waves in the ocean.

'Wanxingyuan' was forced to receive this energy and continued to climb into the sky along the channels made of silk threads.

The four doctors at the entrance to the underground cave watched all this in silence.

No one can stop this flight now.

In the city of Trimont, whether they are powerful figures whose words can determine the fate of countless people, or ordinary people who toil day and night just to see the sunrise of tomorrow, everyone at this moment has only one identity.

As the sea creatures continued to accumulate, the golden ocean grew ever wider and deeper.

More and more cities on this land no longer need to rely on large networks for broadcasting; as long as the people living here look up, they can see the golden ocean surging in the sky with their naked eyes.

More and more people have also seen those silk threads that stretch ever upwards into the sky in this pure golden ocean, constantly climbing and reaching the horizon.

Even though there was no sound coming from the sky, at that moment, everyone who looked up at the sky seemed to hear the sound of cloth being torn.

What lies beyond the sky?

Just as Horhaiya struggled to find the answer, no one answered this question either.

People witnessed a ring-shaped mechanical construct, powered by Hai Si, bursting with terrifying acceleration and charging towards the sky.

Chapter 1193 Brothers and sisters of this land

Iberia, having just finished dinner, was doing aerobics on the beach, stopping simultaneously on thorns and extreme conditions.

The two huddled together, gazing up at the sky.

"Thorns, what's going on here?"

"do not know."

"It looks so beautiful and spectacular. Can you take a picture for me? I want to take a picture with this rare wonder."

"What a coincidence, I wanted to too, so why didn't you take the picture for me?"

One second the two were like brothers, the next they were fighting on the beach because of a disagreement.

Lateran, the pope who had just been imprisoned next to Mostima after his escape plan to Colombia was exposed, peered out the window at the strange phenomenon in the sky, his eyes filled with envy and sorrow.

He heard Mostima, who was also under house arrest next door, wailing in pain:

"Why! Why can't I participate in such an interesting event! I'm not satisfied!"

"Xiao Mo, from my repeated failed attempts to escape and subsequent house arrests, I've learned something."

"The more people are obsessed with the precision of their plans, the more likely they are to let the situation evolve into an outcome that they are unable to handle."

"What do you want to say?"

"Let's team up, Mo! With the two of us combined, how could Laterano possibly stand a chance against us!"

In Yan Kingdom, Wei Yanwu, who had just publicly announced the "Great Yan Liboli Introduction Plan" in the court and received basic support, was preparing to go home when he suddenly caught a strange phenomenon at the end of the sky out of the corner of his eye.

"No! Run!"

Wei Yanwu's expression changed, and he turned and disappeared into the alleyway by the roadside.

Not long after he disappeared, two imperial guards rushed over.

Where is the prince?

"He might be faster than us. Let's go directly to his residence to inform him that there are unusual celestial phenomena and all the officials in the court have been summoned back to work overtime for a meeting."

"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, this strange phenomenon must be the work of that gentleman again. Without the prince drawing that gentleman's attention, our Great Yan will be hampered in its operations."

"Keep your voice down, lest the prince discover that this is the will of the current emperor."

After the two imperial guards hurriedly left, Wei Yanwu emerged from the alley again, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph! This Great Yan is better left unattended!"