Arknights, are you a good person?

Xi smiled and shook her head, then sat down gracefully and opened the door.

"Qi Yuan, take the sword."

Xi threw the red sword dipped in ink away without any regrets: "What is borrowed must be returned."

470: The elegance of that sword

"Don't rush yet."

Qi Yuan put the long sword back into the sheath at lightning speed, stretched out his right hand into the air beside him, his sleeves blown by the wind, outlining his well-proportioned arms. Holhaiya blinked curiously.

"Are you going to raise your hands in surrender?"

The communication between Qi Yuan and Xi happened in a flash, and Holhaiya was not aware of it.

After looking at Qi Yuan for a moment, her thick tail suddenly straightened up. An inexplicable warning exploded in her heart like thunder, and her smile disappeared in an instant.

Why is Qi Yuan smiling at himself?

To be on the safe side, a swirling air current swept over and turned into an invisible giant hand, lifting her to a higher place. The vertical snake eyes slightly enlarged and zoomed, continuing to observe the situation underground.

Hundreds of years ago, the proud Quetzalcoatl hunted in this way. They were a gifted people of God who could control the air as if it were their own fingers. Their sharp eyes could see the slightest movement on the ground. Even if Qi Yuan had turned into a small green dot in the eyes of people on the ground, Holhaiya could clearly see Qi Yuan's micro-expressions.

She was standing in mid-air, with a towering rocket beside her. The wind was hitting the surroundings like a fist, and ripples appeared in the air around the rocket.

There was a layer of transparent energy shield. Although the battle was raging outside, the rocket inside remained motionless.

That was a defense experiment project led by the General Construction Department.

Christen raised her head and nodded with satisfaction at the defensive effect. Even though such an intense battle took place in the rocket silo, she was not worried at all. This was the source of her confidence.

"Please end this farce quickly, Mr. Qi Yuan."

Kristen lowered her head slightly and made eye contact with Qi Yuan for the first time: "I believe you can definitely do it. You have the power to turn everything around, Mr. Qi Yuan."

This was the first time Qi Yuan and Kristen met. Before this, their only interaction was the few words conveyed by Magellan.

When I saw her today, she was indeed an imposing blonde beauty.

Qi Yuan took a quick look at Christen.

Judging from her ears and tail, Kristen was undoubtedly a pure Pero, but she was different from all the Peros Qi Yuan had ever seen. She was even more aloof than Texas, who was Rupert.

"Should you trust me personally, or should you trust the preserver first and then trust me?" Qi Yuan asked a very tricky question.

"I believe in personal struggle more than anyone else." Kristen yawned calmly, "Mr. Qi Yuan, you are a rare talent that has never existed before. Of course you can accomplish things that ordinary people cannot do."

"I like to hear that."

Qi Yuan nodded, looked at Holhaiya who had turned into a small green dot, rubbed his hands with great excitement, and then put on the posture of a kendo master.

“I’ve wanted to try this sentence for a long time.”

Qi Yuan had a serious expression and stretched out his right hand with high spirits:

"Here comes the sword."

There was no sound of breaking air or flying swords, and there was no process. As soon as the words fell, a sword appeared in Qi Yuan's hand out of thin air.

The timing was just right, and Xi's cooperation was extremely tacit.

It was an ancient broadsword, most of the blade was scarlet, with intricate inscriptions carved on it and a circle of extremely tiny white embellishment around it. The tip of the sword was a little dull. Qi Yuan sank his hand, and the broadsword passed through the air. The misty ink left traces in the air, as if it was entangled in a ball of insoluble ink.

A sword energy like an ink painting appeared in the air. It did not dissipate for a long time, but instead dispersed into a ball like ink.

So handsome!

Qi Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly couldn't let it go.

"Qi Yuan!"

Holhaiya also felt something was wrong. She could not avoid the pricking pain like needles no matter how she moved and dodged in the air. It was as if the entire space was filled with an endless sense of crisis that was impossible to avoid.

"I should...leave, or surrender."

As soon as this thought came up, chaotic mutterings immediately sounded in Holhaiya's mind. All the feathered serpent bloodlines from ancient times to the present seemed to come to her ears at this moment, telling her about the pride of belonging to the feathered serpent clan.

"We are the noble people of God."

"Four hundred years of suffering must have an answer. One day, the Quetzalcoatl will control the skies of Terra. The opportunity is at hand."

"..."

The life span of the Quetzalcoatl is no less than that of humans.

Holhaiya covered his head in pain and took a deep breath.

"call--"

This is the curse of the Quetzalcoatl bloodline. Generation after generation has left their memories in their bloodline genes. Many times, Holhaiya's behavior is not completely controlled by himself.

All the ancestors were persuading Horhaiya to stop being timid and go forward quickly.

She gripped her staff tightly, and the wind swept countless dangerous metal fragments towards Qi Yuan, and the sound of sharp wind rang out in the air again.

"Almost forgot about you."

Qi Yuan raised his head and swung his sword calmly.

The sword intent poured into the sword like a raging flood, and just as Qi Yuan had expected, it endured it all perfectly. The ink intent surged, and there was also an aura of iron horses lingering in the room, as if there were thousands of troops beside Qi Yuan.

Boundless sword energy swept towards Horhaiya.

The invisible wind was cut open.

The strong resistance barrier formed by the air shattered into pieces like a piece of paper and disappeared completely.

The tidal-like attack touched the polymer outer garment. Holhaiya thought that it could at least stop it for a while and allow her to avoid it, but this highly defensive garment began to shatter from the sleeves and turned into debris in an instant.

Polymer coat, crushed.

The sturdy exoskeleton armor broke into pieces like a machete chopping ribs.

Countless blood beads appeared on the surface of the white skin, and even the scales on the snake's tail were broken. Holhaiya's eyes were covered with blood, and the air was filled with scattered Liberian feathers.

All her equipment was blown away, the restlessness in the air instantly subsided, and she fell headfirst with a bang.

"Well……"

Holhaiya fell on the metal floor and turned over, leaving streaks of blood on the ground. She waved her arms and the blood was smeared into the shape of wings.

Holhaiya did not feel much pain. After all, she had undergone countless reconstructive surgeries and had a very high tolerance for pain.

"Ahem... my skin was cut with 72 wounds. The wounds are very thin, so that's not a problem. But a few muscles are probably broken... my eyes are covered with blood. Fortunately, the recovery ability of Quetzalcoatl blood is very strong. I will probably have to lie down for a long time, and I may have to use a wheelchair."

Holhaiya closed his eyes and talked to himself, extending his long tongue to lick the blood under his eyes.

She opened her eyes and asked curiously:

"Ancestors?"

The ancestral memories in the blood are no longer stubborn.

Holhaiya only heard screams, as if Qi Yuan's sword had cut deep into his blood vessels, killing all the feathered serpents from ancient times to the present and making them throw away their armor and weapons and cry for their parents. Then their parents also screamed along, turning the screams into a chorus.

“Is this the great power of the Creator race?”

Holhaiya was lying on the ground with emotion, with blood-painted wings behind him.

471: The Preserver, Trevor Friston

Before Horhaiya expressed his emotion, Qi Yuan was stroking the sword in his hand lovingly. The crescent-shaped ink spread in the air, gradually faded, and finally slowly disappeared.

"He's really handsome, and he's also the kind of handsome that's free and unrestrained."

Qi Yuan was filled with emotion: "It is indeed a product that has been carefully crafted over the years. Not only is the quality high, but the special effects alone are worth it."

But this has to be paid back.

Qi Yuan felt reluctant to part with the sword. He held the sword in his arms and said earnestly to Xi: "This trip to Colombia is not over yet. I may still be able to help you. Otherwise, I will return the sword to you after I go back."

"..."

Xi sighed.

"Do you think I will act like an angel whose candy has been taken away, throwing a tantrum around you all day? You just need to remember one thing: return what you borrow, otherwise..."

Why is this metaphor so targeted?

How does Xi think of this super extrovert, Angel?

Qi Yuan really wanted to hear what the consequences would be, so he asked, "Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, social order will collapse!" Xi said seriously.

"..."

Qi Yuan scratched his head after hearing this and couldn't help but fall into silence, feeling a little embarrassed.

How to say it... It would be better to throw a tantrum in front of him. At least if Xi rolled on the ground and cried in front of him, it would be quite powerful.

"I'll pay it back."

Qi Yuan promised and made up his mind.

After returning to Longmen, I must bring all kinds of fresh hot pot ingredients to his door, and pay a lot of money to ask someone to make a sword for me. The special effects must be cool to match Qi Yuan's wish.

Qi Yuan's mood improved and he returned to reality, his eyes falling on the directors and the Rhine general manager.

Bang bang bang~

A dull clapping sound was heard, and Christen, wearing gloves, clapped his hands in admiration: "Your strike broke the barrier I set up for the rocket. It took me six months of hard work to create this experimental product, but it only lasted for 1.7 seconds."

"Concession."

Qi Yuan cupped his hands.

Holhaiya turned over and expressed her magical feelings about the Creator clan. Qi Yuan was confused and walked to Holhaiya's side to confirm whether she still had the ability to resist.

"How many years have you endured the legacy?"

Holhaiya asked with a grin, blood oozing out of his skin and sliding down the corners of his mouth, looking particularly creepy.

"Ten thousand years? Thirty thousand years? That ancient civilization is so far away that even its age is unclear. But everything on Terra today is closely related to you, the Creator Clan."

A long and slender tongue stretched out from Holhaiya's mouth, constantly licking the blood beads oozing from her face, while not affecting her speech. Qi Yuan was stunned. What kind of tongue was this?

"My ancestors once possessed incredible abilities, powerful strength, and memories and Originium skills that were passed down through their bloodline."

Holhaiya licked and spoke, her pink tongue curled and moved left and right, making people unable to take their eyes away:

"But as time went by, the power of our Quetzalcoatl lineage became weaker and weaker. The memories in my blood whispered to me every day, telling me to restore our former glory. Until now, every generation of our Quetzalcoatl has to undergo many transformation surgeries, wearing various technological creations and acting like our ancestors... Four hundred and fifty-one years, a full four hundred and fifty-one years."

Qi Yuan: “…”

He was listening carefully without making any comments.

"You will probably laugh at the fact that our Quetzalcoatl bloodline is too short, and that we are just a few hundred years old children, right?" Holhaiya laughed sarcastically, but mostly at himself.

"I don't like hearing what you say."

Qi Yuan shook his head: "I am nineteen years old this year. I don't have any blood inheritance, nor do I have any ancestors whispering in my ears. I have this strength today, all thanks to my hard work day after day and countless sweat."

He said it confidently.

When he went out, his identity was given by himself. Among the many people Qi Yuan had met, those who valued him because of his human identity were far less than those who valued him because of Qi Yuan himself. Even the various kinds of "facing a formidable enemy" were all due to Qi Yuan's various amazing operations.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The retribution for licking blood while talking came. Holhaiya finally started coughing violently. It was not known whether he was scared or it was a real mistake, but Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief anyway.

Even her underwear was torn to shreds, and her black tights were full of holes.

Because she was covered in blood, she didn't look pale, but just looked particularly scary. After she finished coughing, she grabbed Qi Yuan's hand.

"Tell me, why did the Quetzalcoatl become like this?"

It didn't sound like Holhaiya himself was speaking, but rather like hundreds of years of accumulated resentment, with countless generations using this mouth to ask the most helpless questions to the Creator of ten thousand years ago.

"..."

"Qi Yuan was silent."

The commander-in-chief focused a lot of his attention on Qi Yuan and shook his head when he saw this.