Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

【∮:‖§...】Judging

from the name, this is actually a song that Lan Feng has not yet completed, obviously it is perfect from the timbre and rhythm, but Lan Feng still believes that there are many shortcomings in his first creation.

Amia, on the other hand, stands quietly beside Rankopel and plays a simple but classic piece of "Little Star" on the violin, which is suitable for solo and ensemble play.

There was no listener here, but the two played very well and listened at the same time.

......

The music continued to sound, and the surrounding space began to blur and collapse like a watercolor painting drenched in water, and the vitality of Rankopel's body began to gradually awaken.

In this space that was about to fall apart, Lan Feng and Amia had a small conversation and concert.

......

At this time, the western volcano of Rem Pitto.

Boom buzz....

At this time, the strength of the volcanic eruption was nearing its end, and there were no more terrifying volcanic rocks and magma torrential rains erupting into the sky, but still emitting the last tremor.

After the volcano was dropped into an entire vein of golden source stone, a violent Plinian eruption occurred after less than a minute of fermentation.

This is the most powerful form of volcanic eruption of all types of eruptions.

Once erupted, it can form a violent column of air flow in the crater for a short time, spraying volcanic ash to an altitude of more than 45 kilometers, and then covering a large area.

This type is dominated by acid magma, with low flow force and high viscosity, but can form a strong pyroclastic flow, and its volcanic ash and volcanic gases are enough to directly rush up the stratosphere.

This form of volcanic eruption mercilessly destroys everything tangible around it.

In 1774, a Plinian eruption of Mount Voires in the Sargon rainforest destroyed nearly a hundred settlements at once, killing tens of thousands of Sargon people.

Buzz....

At this time, with this volcano as the center, everything with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers was covered by magma, and after being cooled by Amia's torrential rain, a large igneous rock layer was formed.

Of course, before this, the black snake in Rankopel's body still used its last strength to wrap Rankopel's shadow in Usas, while holding up a small space.

The scalding magma did not cause secondary damage to his body.

However, now Rankopel has also been buried deep under igneous rock at least five or six meters thick - a veritable coffin of nature.

If Rankopel died in this geological layer, I wonder if an archaeological team from the continent of Terra could find it in the past few years and turn it into a rare fossil?

After all, igneous rock is formed by flowing magma under rapid cooling, so the igneous rock covering Rankopel is not tight, full of cracks and bubbles.

In heavy rainfall, even igneous rocks with a thickness of five or six meters, especially igneous rocks

that have not been completely cooled and solidified,

have been rushed out of bubbles and cracks under continuous erosion.

Tick...... Tick ....

Drop after drop of healing rain fell from the end of the washed out road, that is, above Rankopel's head, and fell on Rankopel's brow.

Boom...... Bang....

And as these raindrops fell, Rankopel's heart beat again, he knew the origin of these rains, and still remembered his agreement with Amia in his memory.

"Well done... Amia. Rankopel

spoke for the first time—but his tone and words were as clear as normal.

"I'm coming for you.

Then Rankopel opened his eyes, and the gloom in the blood demon's exclusive crimson pupils had disappeared, replaced by a powerful vitality and vitality.

"Ahhh... Get up..."

Rankopel slammed his hand on the igneous rock covered by himself

!!! Boom!!!

covering the igneous rock on top of Rankopel

with a thickness of five or six meters was directly blasted into dozens of large and small broken stones like cannonballs flying around.

After flying the igneous rock layer covering him, the majestic rainstorm immediately poured into his field of vision, forming small puddles under him in almost ten seconds.

The injuries on his body are recovering rapidly, and Rankopel can even feel that the seven vertebrae he exploded are being reshaped, and even the nerves that are connected are rapidly being produced.

Rankopel's blood is surging with longing, respect, ecstasy... and even fear.

[I really didn't look at the wrong person. 【

Your life is really tenacious... Rankopel, even if the situation just now is changed to Tallula, even with Drack's body plus my protection... It is impossible to survive in the end. I'm

getting more and more interested in you, Rankopel.

As Rankopel absorbed the rain and regained his injuries and vitality, Kosice's voice sounded in his head—even with the rustle of turning the pages of a heavy book.

And this time, even Kosice's voice could clearly detect exhaustion—but still palpable appreciation and surprise in his tone, sincerely.

"Anyway, thank you this time, Kosice. Rankopel

closed his eyes and said in his mouth, as he said in his heart.

Even though the Black Snake's character and practices made Rankopel feel sincerely disgusted and even disgusted, this time it was Kosice who contributed to himself.

Otherwise, there is no reason why he will survive under Fick.

But Rankopel's injuries at this time were too serious, and this time, the overload of steamed blood combined with the power of the black snake almost exhausted all the potential of this body.

It has also overdrawn a large part of the origin of life force, and it is difficult to say whether the current Lan Koper can still have ten years of life, but he does not regret it.

In his own conception, the thickness of life is far greater than the length.

And at this moment, Kosice's voice sounded again:

[Don't thank me, Rankopel, thank yourself and your distant friend, everything I have given you can be regarded as a bet and an investment.

[Because of the persistence of your will and the growth of strength, it is worth me to do this.

[In the long years of Usas, I have done too many things with great forethought - some of them have been effective, and some of them have become the ills of Usas. 【

So I decided to do it once... Stupid.

[I have decided to trust you, Rankopel, and I have decided to be a witness to you, to chart even one in ten thousand possible paths for Usas in the future.

[Of course, I will also be on my past path, the end of the road full of blood, thorns, bones, intrigue and war awaits you again.]

[I look forward to you, sincerely, my successor, Rankopel, Rankopel Zoster. 【

And now I'm going to rest, and when I meet next time, I hope you can give me a bigger surprise.】 】

......

Kosice's voice ended here, and even though Rankopel tried to get in touch with the black snake in his body again, he didn't react at all.

If you think about it, it is completely understandable that this big battle definitely consumed a lot of strength of the black snake, not to mention that the place where the battle was fought was not Usas, but Rembito.

Even before he was beaten half to death by himself and Li Ge, he could support himself to end this unprecedented war completely, but he felt unexpected.

And now the black snake has fallen into a deep sleep again, and I don't know when the next communication will be.

Rankopel sighed, then gently lifted the hair on the side of his ear, and glanced at it, and two-thirds of it had turned gray—and more withered and dull than before.

This is not to say that the rain of reversing lives has not done much.

It is better to say that his bloodline has absorbed rain to reach close to saturation, otherwise this injury and the overdraft of the source of vitality are enough to die more than a dozen times.

After all, these rains are only the source stone skills of King Sakaz.

Although it is already too strong to speak, it is not to the extent of going against the sky, not to mention that it is not Stolars himself, but the power of Amia's envoy.

If he could let Rankopel directly regain all the previously lost vitality origins, with the strength of this body, then this rain could not turn all the races that were drenched into immortal species.

Of course, this is impossible, but Rankopel is already content to survive this battle.

"It's so bad that he came back to life... But I guess I still have to lie in the intensive care room for at least half a month..." Rankopel

wanted to stand up straight at this time, but only after a few futile stumbles, he threw himself to the ground - his lower body had now turned into four twisted and terrifying flesh and blood tentacles.

It's just that because Lan Kopel was dying before, these four flesh and blood tentacles have been interrupted for a long time because they are essentially source stone craft creations, and now they are a little shrunk and weak.

After a lot of Storus' healing rain, Rankopel once again used his technique to fill the inside of the flesh and blood tentacles, and only then forcefully put his body upright.

"This is trouble... I won't make a pair of

legs..."

Rankopel sighed as he looked at his lower body, estimating that if he wanted to get another pair of legs, he would have to ask warfarin to use cell culture techniques to see if he could recover.

Now his lower body looks a little different except for the hue, if he wears a black robe, he is a cultist of the Iberian Deep Sea Church.

"I'll have to find a way to cover it up first. Rankopel

could only weave a black-red armor on his body with blood and surrounding black rock fragments, while having a hem that was strong enough to touch the ground to completely cover his lower body.

"Ahem... The air quality here is really not ordinarily bad... Fortunately, I can also adjust the absorption and metabolism of my blood to be immune to most harmful substances...

Later, Rankopel coughed and looked around—

as far as the eye could see, there was a large gray volcanic ash, so that people could not breathe, and their vision was greatly affected, and they could not see from a few meters away.

He is constantly adjusting the metabolism of his blood to filter it directionally, and ordinary races can't get close to this place without extremely high-spec protective masks and protective clothing.

In other words... It's already a dead land.

He is the only creature in this huge area, and Amia's torrential rain can indeed save most of the dying lives, but it is impossible to conjure living animals and plants from this igneous rock out of nothing.