Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Chapter 83: The Undead Military is the Most Powerful Military!

"Compared to the disasters I've faced, you're too weak."

As Miss Killer Whale spoke these words, she used her giant sword to cut in half all the scapegoats that the Necromancer had urgently summoned to her side.

As the Necromancer focused its attention on the area in front of it, it also neglected to command the sea of skeletons.

The skeletons, no longer clustered together, are more difficult to deal with with W.

The Sarkaz girl was furious and yelled, "Can't you all just have some discipline?! Can't you just line up and let me blow you up!"

A familiar, cold voice came from behind her: "If this necromancer is truly proficient in military strategy and has given the Skeleton Sea a degree of organization, then he will be one of my most hated opponents."

Bang!

"Why Alina!?"

W said this without even turning his head, and at the same time detonated another Originium bomb.

The bones that had not been completely destroyed swirled and flew everywhere.

Although the Necromancer had been entangled by the Deep Sea Hunters, these skeleton soldiers had lost their unified command.

But without their crappy commanders, they would be resurrected randomly under the effect of "The Dead Never Rest", and could inexplicably achieve the result of "cutting the back row".

This tells us that if you don’t know how to micro-manage, don’t do it. It’s better to just select all the boxes and hit them.

"You are strong enough and I don't need to worry about you." The deer girl uttered words that seemed to be a compliment.

"Even if you say that, I won't be happy!"

However, the Sarkaz girl's expression completely betrayed her...

Even a young girl's body, without intense training, was much more useful than Ott's own. With this, Ott easily dismantled the skeleton of another Skeleton Swordmaster and snatched its rusty sword before it fell to the ground.

The deer girl walked towards W at a leisurely pace, as if she was the owner of this palace.

Her clear voice taught, "Warfare is about courage. Ordinary battles, campaigns, and wars are ultimately about people competing against each other."

"Only in a few extreme cases should we focus on killing as many enemies as possible on the battlefield."

"But facing a necromancer proficient in military strategy, if we fail to execute the decapitation tactic, we will have to annihilate its army countless times."

"For an army prepared for conventional warfare, this is extremely contrary to military theory and is close to impossible."

A cluster of white bones bulged at W's feet, gradually piecing together to form a new skeleton soldier.

"Who the hell understands this?! How many times can these guys be resurrected?!"

The bomber who was attacked at close range gritted his teeth and pulled out his dagger for self-defense.

"As I just said, keep resurrecting until the necromancer falls."

Before W could open his mouth to ask for help, the sword flashed and Alina tore it into pieces in an instant.

Alina raised her head, and the cold expression that W was familiar with occupied her delicate face.

So beautiful... If it was Otto's own face...

W felt a little suffocated for a moment.

"focus."

The intellectual beauty scolded him.

"It's so annoying! I can handle it myself!" W muttered softly, put away his self-defense dagger, and threw a bomb at the same time.

"When you finish it, more skeletons will crawl up."

"How long will this situation last?!"

While bickering, W took the time to look back and found that Otto's real body was safe and sound under the protection of Kal'tsit and Mon3ter, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're unnaturally anxious."

Otto is quite relaxed.

"I think you're being unusually relaxed!" W quickly lowered his voice again, "Sorry."

"However, these skeletons keep coming back to life. What's your plan?"

"No."

Does this require a countermeasure?

The vast wave of skeletons completely obscured the Necromancer's lower body, while the continuous explosions and the sound of bones colliding also masked the sounds of the deep-sea hunters fighting.

There was no need for Otto to take over. The two deep-sea hunters cooperated skillfully in the face of this huge enemy.

Ghost Shark taunts head-on, while Skadi sideswipes the pedicure.

The necromancer, who was not good at fighting, was a little caught off guard, but in the end it seized an opportunity.

The withered claws stretched out from the sleeves, and quickly but slowly carved a huge scar on the ghost shark's shoulder!

Flesh and blood desire!

It withstood Skadi's violent attack from the side, standing firm, and smearing its scarlet claws on the scroll.

The nun felt pain and her movements seemed a little unsteady.

No, it's not because of the pain.

The ghost shark's enormous vitality was stolen by the necromancer!

As the vicious spell was chanted, the scattered bones surged like water, and the longsword dropped by the skeleton swordsman also surged in the waves...

Suddenly, a seemingly ordinary skeleton swordsman leaped out from the waves of bones like a shark and slashed at the ghost shark!

Look at how steadily the aggro is pulled. Is this the value of being the only designated heavy tank?

Loved it.

At the same time, facing the same question from Kel'tsit, Ott also replied: "No."

The Spirit Mage has been defeated, and you still ask for countermeasures?

When in doubt, just behead!

The Skeleton Sword Master stood up and swung his sword, but it suddenly collapsed halfway through. Even the powerful long sword flew crookedly because the arm bone was broken halfway.

It turned out that Skadi had finally finished trimming the Necromancer's toenails.

With sounds like falling rain and drumbeats, the skeletons disintegrated on the spot.

Ott repeated: "There is no countermeasure, and no countermeasure is needed."

"They were professional scholars during their lifetime and continued their research even after their death. They had no military training and were easy to bully."

Maomao glanced at Otto.

Is this how you treat your colleagues?

"My Lord!" Regardless of the huge scar on his shoulder, Ghost Shark excitedly rushed towards Otto, "I have completed all the tests you gave me!"

"Well, great. Next, be patient and don't scratch." Smelling the air filled with hormones and blood, Otto was a little resistant, but considering the psychological state of the ghost shark, he endured it for the time being.

He gently stroked the ghost shark's back and took out the pure source stone from his pocket.

Under Kal'tsit's incredulous eyes, the pure Originium dimmed slightly.

Ghost Shark hugged Otto and laughed like a silver bell.

"It's so itchy! Haha!"

Otto felt helpless.

Is this the same itch? Are you trying to cheer me up?

The wounds on the nun's shoulders stretched out dense buds of flesh, swaying gently as if in water.

And when they come into contact with the granulation tissue on the opposite side, they quickly intertwine with each other!

Soon, the ghost shark's wounds healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye!

“This technology…”

But Kal'tsit looked at the Pure Originium with an incredible look.

"Without...without a spellcasting unit, you directly channeled the energy from the Originium!?"

The so-called "casting unit" is more commonly described as a "staff." However, Ott's "casting" is not just a matter of having a "casting unit."

However, considering that there were other operators present, Kal'tsit changed the subject and focused on the casting unit.

Chapter 84: Eight Times Great Engineering Department!

Even if the Originium was deactivated for such a simple reason, it was not the main reason that surprised Kal'tsit.

Otto, one of the "last remnants" of the previous civilization, theoretically speaking, he should not have the physiological function of "Originium Skills".

W then chimed in, "If stealing someone's body is your natural Originium skill, then did you learn this trick later?"

Logically speaking, this question should have been asked when she experienced the "reconstruction of destiny" from a first-person perspective.

I'm afraid that when I became one with Otto, I completely gave up thinking and relied on an external brain...

Ott had only mentioned the details of Fate Reconstruction to Kel'tsit during their "mutual reporting" on their work. He hadn't even told Maomao in detail how far this trick could go.

Kal'tsit was about to stop him, but Ott had already opened his mouth and started to tell the truth: "I learned it here."

I never thought that this day would come...

But, Oh! Te!

Could you tell a few more lies?

While Kal'tsit still had a cold expression on her face, Alina, whose inner being was Otto, had already taken enough loot from the necromancer.

Not long after, in the small town of Hamlet.

A week has passed since I arrived...returned to this land.

Just like the last time, Froststar visited in her sleep.

But there was also a difference: Froststar, who had been prepared, brought his own staff with him - the dagger-shaped staff produced by Thor Industries.

Sadly, it was of no use.

She entered her dream with the thought of fighting against “people”, but…

It was a week of living alone.

The town was exactly the same as when she last left it, dilapidated, lonely and lacking in people.

Fortunately, they found a lot of food in the tavern, so they didn't have to clumsily catch sea fish to eat.

At first, she spent the night in the pub, but soon she realized that here... she was alone.

She tried leaving town, but to no avail.

The sea cliffs in the distance, the forests, or the farms vaguely appearing in the field of vision...all seem like a dream.

You can see it, but you can't touch it.

She had spent the previous six days trying to leave the town, but only today did she decorate her temporary residence in Hamlet with anxiety and worry about the outside world - this was mainly due to having nothing to do.

This feeling, which she had never experienced since she was born, instead brought her a sense of guilt.

In the outside world, her father, her best friend, and their shared career are all in danger, while she is "living a miserable life" in a corner.

The rabbit's ears trembled slightly, and the white rabbit opened its eyes alertly.

In the eerily quiet Hamlet, the sound of Otto and his companions returning is so harsh.

"...Speaking of which, what experiment did you capture Froststar for?"

That's W's voice.