Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

“...... Come here. Thinking

of it, he quickly did it, Rankopel immediately moved his mind, the source stone technique immediately burst out, and the surrounding iron elements formed a pitch-black vortex around him almost instantly.

"Not enough, more. Rankopel

waved his hand again.

Hula -

More free iron elements once again converged into fine iron filings, forming a huge swirling iron ring with a radius of nearly twenty meters next to Rankopel.

Buzz....

Then I saw Rankopel's hands make a few auxiliary fine movements, and the whirlpool iron ring quickly radiated, spread out and then deformed and condensed again above his head.

First the main body, followed by six fan blades with a clearly curved wind-wrapped flap design, plus some basic rotation and cutting principles, and you're done.

Of course, to draw inferences, rotation and cutting can naturally be applied to killing, and since Rankopel can make a fan, it is not difficult to make a circular saw out of iron.

Only enemies that can be solved by spinning and cutting this killing method, Rankopel prefers simple and rough iron wire, imperceptible, small and deadly.

However, compared with the rotating circular saw, the iron wire is only a moment in terms of continuous force.

Buzz....

At this time, the fan formed by the huge iron sand was suspended above Lankopel's head, with a radius of about thirty meters, and Lankoper was not too big or too small, enough to use.

"Well... This design, the wind should not be small. Rankopel

raised his head and looked, and then immediately activated his Source Stone technique again.

Buzzing -

Almost instantly, the fan formed by the iron sand burst out at an extremely fast rotation speed, and the powerful wind generated swept away the volcanic ash in front of it almost instantly.

Of course, its terrifying reaction force also caused the fan to almost fly out from the opposite direction like a cannon's shell, but Rankopel used the Source Stone technique to fix it in midair.

Lankoper looked intently, at this time there was a scorched woodland ahead, which should have been a mountain fire caused by the influence of the volcanic eruption, and now there was nothing left except a lot of dead wood.

Buzz -

Rankopel once again rotated the fan above his head, blowing away all the rich volcanic ash around him, and then put away the source stone technique and prepared to go on the road again.

The charred woodland ahead did not take much time to cross Rankopel, and the ground was mostly crunchy carbide, which turned into fine powder when stepped on it.

The only danger may have been when a burnt old tree the thickness of a one-man hugging almost hit himself on the head as he crossed – and then kicked to the ground by himself.

"Whew... Phew..."

After crossing the charred woodland, Rankopel still adjusted his breathing rhythm, and in front of him was the endless classic terrain of Rembito - wasteland and sand.

Instead, Rankopel encountered two hungry beasts that wanted to attack them - but what they didn't expect was that the "prey" in their eyes was also hungry.

...... So when Rankopel left, the two beasts were left with only two shriveled skin sacs, and all the flesh and blood were drained, like two ready-made specimens.

"Ahem, uh... Inadequate...... I need more... It is best to go to the medical cabin in Rhode Island to directly inject and soak the nutrients that directly correspond to it..."The

nutrients that two beasts not much bigger than Rankopel can provide are just a drop in the bucket, which Rankopel knows better than anyone, but at present, it is better than nothing.

......

After about an hour or so of pursuing Amia's location, Rankopel followed a dry path with a slight uphill slope to an abandoned settlement.

Most of the people in this settlement were blown tents and other facilities, and the people inside died before they had time to escape.

Rankopel looked at it, and the corpses were quite intact, but the internal organs and bones in the body had long been shattered - they died of some kind of explosive shock.

It was probably from Fick's shot that shot, and that blow even Rankopel was a little afraid when he thought back, let alone being hit directly, even if it was a certain range of the path through, he would definitely die.

"Sorry man... But I really need help. "

These corpses, judging by their clothing, are not mercenaries or bounty hunters, but ordinary people surviving in the wilderness of Rembi, but Rankopel can't hold on.

While

the flesh and blood were also fresh, Rankopel used the purest skills of the blood demon to absorb everything they could provide for him, and then dug a large pit and buried the dry corpses together.

After a brief monument was erected for them, Rankopel continued on, and after about ten minutes, the view suddenly opened up - it turned out that the end of the road was a towering cliff.

This kind of terrain is too common in Rem Pitto, this cliff is a relatively high kind, the vertical distance is about seven or eight hundred meters, looking down there is a sense of vertigo.

"You can already see the speeding boats..." Rankopel

stood at the end of the cliff and looked ahead, and could already see the speeding boat procession as small as a matchbox advancing, raising patches of smoke.

And the blood induction with Amia is like a small sun at this time, which is very obvious.

Rankopel looked to the side, the cliff stretching from his body to the sides, all the way to the end of the horizon.

This is obviously a cliff belt, which is estimated to be hundreds of miles away just by visual inspection, and of course it is impossible for Rankopel to walk to the sides and cross the cliff belt, so he cannot bear this level of time consumption.

Then going down the cliff vertically naturally became the only option.

"Forget it, if there are many harsh terrains in the future, it should be a small challenge. "

Since the problem must be solved in front of him, Rankopel never hesitates, not to mention the difference between going off a cliff prepared and falling off guard.

Generally speaking, going vertically down from a cliff requires at least professional mountaineering equipment.

These equipment include, but are not limited to, high-quality hiking picks, hiking boots with hooked claws, professional mountaineering protective clothing, wear-resistant and non-slip hiking gloves, sturdy windproof ropes and fixed piles.

None of these Rankopel are available, and he is not a professional mountaineer - not to mention how many mountaineers dare to descend a cliff about a kilometer high?

Rankopel even had a genius idea - the idea of making a tough spring out of blood iron himself, and then jumping directly off the cliff and starting free fall.

Finally, when it is close to landing, it touches the ground with a spring to form a large number of cushions, and then when it is about to erupt and rebound, the source stone technique is removed, and it is easy to land with a backflip.

Of course, this makes sense in theory and the idea is beautiful, but after all, there is only one life, and going off the cliff is also the first time in the past and present life, so Rankopel still intends to be safe.

This new idea should wait until it is almost on the ground, do a good job of insurance, and then initially test it.

Rankopel then came to the edge of a cliff with a not so steep slope, and after determining the location, he began to use his source stone technique of manipulating the iron element.

If you don't have tools? Make it yourself.

Whoops

....

The iron element precipitated in the earth and the free iron element in the air were quickly peeled off, and the fine iron powder responded to Rankopel's call and formed a long black streamer on his side.

Rankopel then began to shape like plasticine.

This is not the first time he has done this, whether it is the scalpel set he used before or the blade of warm snow forged for Frost Star, he has long been familiar with the various uses of this technique.

It didn't take anything too complicated, Rankopel just condensed a combination of two pairs of hiking pickaxes and hook locks, while wrapping them around his wrists and leaving a spare lanyard on his back.

These are enough, now Rankopel's body urgently needs to rest, preferably in the medical cabin, so these creations Rankopel have all adopted lightweight treatment to reduce the load.

"Okay, it's time to go down from here. "

In fact, descending from a cliff is less dangerous than climbing a cliff from below, because the latter also needs to overcome gravity, and the former only needs to guide gravity."

Rankopel held a mountaineering pickaxe with a hook lock in his hand, and with a strong flick, he directly opened a hole in the cliff wall, and the barb unfolded, and he pulled it with a little force.

Snap.

Unexpectedly, he directly pulled the hook lock out of the cliff wall - Rankopel used about three times his own weight, and there was a risk of decoupling if he did not meet this standard.

"The cliff structure here is mostly sand... The structure is very crunchy, and the hook lock does not fit firmly into it, and I can pull the hook lock out with three times the gravity alone. With

a flick of Rankopel, the lanyard at the end of the hook-lock pickaxe quickly retracted with his movements, and he once again held it in his palm.

"Try to drive

a fixed pile on top and go down?"

Saying just do it, Rankopel once again drove a fixed pile at the top, but he still pulled the fixed pile and directly crooked it - the structure of the ground here is too soft.

"It looks like you have to hit a little deeper. "

Rankopel pulled out the fixed pile and found that there were rock debris in addition to the sand at the bottom, and it seemed that there was a rock belt in the deep part below, and it should be no problem to stick it in.

So I used a fixed pile with the thickness of an adult's torso to drive it into a depth of more than ten meters, and then retested the firmness, this time using several times the force of before, and the fixed pile did not move.

"It seems that the hook lock also has to be driven into a depth of at least ten meters... Then the structure has to be changed.

Rankopel said as he changed the tip of the pickaxe to a fist-sized iron drill – so that the greatly increased explosive power was enough to instantly punch the hook lock into the rock formation.

"Whew... Let's go..." Rankopel

tied the lanyard on the fixed pile around his waist, and then came to the edge of the cliff again, and with a flick of his hand, he drilled the hook lock with the iron diamond deep into the cliff wall.

"Wait for me... Amia, I'll be coming soon. "