Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"Rankopel!!"

Frost Star originally wanted to quickly stop Rankopel, who was thrown away by the black snake, but the black snake suddenly turned around and set off a huge wave of flames, and Frost Star had no choice but to stop the castration.

"I can't spare you!!"

Frost Star drank violently, and the golden cold current rolled upside down, colliding with the giant flame wave set off by the black snake!!

Boom -

High and low temperatures quickly divide the battlefield, with the black snake and the frost star as the center to build a clear dividing line.

"Excellent potential, as a race of Custer, Frost Star, you have almost reached the pinnacle."

The black serpent praised, and then continued to carry his sword up, and the shadows behind him mixed with flames and ashes all belonged to this land called Usas.

......

Shout!!

Rankopel's body penetrated by the black snake was sprayed with blood and flew all the way, and his consciousness was lost the moment the black snake's long sword penetrated his body.

Boom!!

He crashed three or four wooden houses along the way, adding to his already horrific injuries.

At this time, the Iron Guards were resting and recuperating in a secluded corner away from the battlefield, all the fighters were exhausted after supporting the Patriots, and many wounded were recovering.

Neither Rankopel nor Froststar nor the Patriots brought their ranks.

First of all, because these people are already in extremely poor condition, and for the black snake-possessed talula, the human sea tactics have no effect at all, and the flames are a large area, which will only increase senseless sacrifices.

Everyone was a little heavy, their leaders and patriots and Frost Star went to stop the Black Snake, and they could only recuperate and rest here, and could not help them anything.

Hula!!

At this moment, in the distance, Rankopel smashed like a cannonball on the perimeter of the Iron Guard's camp, falling to the ground and rolling continuously.

"Leader!!"

The doctor named Weiss in the iron guard was the first to recognize Rankopel, quickly stepped forward to block the tumbling Rankopel, and then copied him up, and the injury almost made the doctor feel numb in the scalp.

At this time, Rankopel was covered in bloody wounds.

And the worst one was the fierce blow of the black snake, which directly disembodied Rankopel, and if Rankopel was not the blood demon in the ancient bloodline of Sakaz, he would have died a long time ago.

"Physician! Physician! We need physicians!! Weiss

shouted while holding Rankopel, not only the doctors in the iron guard, but everyone gathered around.

"Brother Rankopel

..." Gumi looked at Rankopel's miserable situation, bit her lip, and said to the truth on the side:

"Anna, I, I'll go find the bandage..."

She immediately ran towards the distance, only because of the violent tremor of her heart she ran a few steps and fell to the ground.

"Quick! Leaders are in danger of their lives, and we have to find a way. "

Weiss held Rankopel in his arms, completely helpless, and now Rankopel was simply a bucket full of holes and cracks, from which blood kept pouring out.

However, the doctors in the iron guard looked at the extremely seriously injured Rankopel and fell silent.

Their leader is the best surgeon, but alas, the word "medical non-autonomy" has been fulfilled in Rankopel.

"Leaders need blood transfusions... At the very least, we have to give him a blood transfusion!! Weiss

said to everyone that it was too late to stop the bleeding for Rankopel, and that he had to find a way to transfuse him first, and then find a way to do it during this transfusion.

At the same time, Weiss knew that Rankopel had the skill of blood therapy, and could plunder the opponent's blood to recover his injuries, and now blood transfusion is undoubtedly the best choice.

This time, however, there was a long silence.

Yes, blood transfusion.

But who gave Rankopel a blood transfusion? The race that is the only one here is the Blood Demon.

"No, it's better than watching the leader die."

One of the Usas in the Iron Guard slit his wrist, and blood suddenly gurgled from the wound.

He aimed this wound at the lying Rankopel, and the blood in his body was immediately slowly withdrawn and entered it along Rankopel's body.

Shh

As the blood entered Rankopel's body, the Usas man clearly saw that the wounds on Rankopel's body began to heal slowly.

But at this rate, even the Usas drained all the blood in his body would not be enough for Rankopel to recover.

"Nope! Leaders need more blood! The

Usas turned his head and shouted at the others.

“...... I got it!

"I'll come too!"

An ordinary Sakaz stood up.

A film kid saved by Rankopel stepped forward.

A Rankopel Pelo man who reunited their father and daughter also came forward.

Everyone stood up, and they all cut their wrists, bringing their bleeding wounds closer to the lying Rankopel, and blood suddenly flowed from their wounds.

Whoops –

these blood are pulled by Rankopel's instincts and flow into the blood vessels in his body.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened to all of them.

Poof, poof....

Rankopel's wounds are indeed rapidly scabbing and healing, but these wounds quickly crack back to their original state, and all the wounds on his body are constantly repeated in the process of healing and cracking, cracking and healing.

In fact, it is completely different from taking flesh and blood from the other party's body for blood healing, the essence of blood transfusion for blood demons is to carry out the fusion of bloodlines, and the requirements are actually extremely strict.

Blood demon is an ancient bloodline in Sakaz, lonely and noble, blood demon generally does not need blood transfusion, but once the blood demon has completely lost the ability to actively plunder flesh and blood for healing, blood transfusion is the most troublesome thing.

Generally, a blood demon can only transfuse the blood of his own family, because he is the bloodline of this family, and the bloodline theory of the blood demon is actually extremely rigorous, and some blood demons even only allow blood transfusion between father and son, mother and son, to avoid impure bloodline.

And once the blood of the blood demon is transfed into the blood of even other races, there will be a rejection reaction, such as in Rankopel, where the wound continues to heal and crack because of continuous rejection.

It does not have the slightest healing effect, and even this healing and cracking wound phenomenon will produce dozens of times more severe pain, which can be seen from Rankopel's convulsing body.

......

[Stand up, Rankopel, stand up.] 【

What are you facing?】 Didn't you say that yourself? 【

You said you were going to remove all the lesions on this land, do you know what this means?】

[For the mutants, no, in order to break a high wall between mutants and ordinary people, in order to remove the brutality and cruelty brought by class, in order to curb the evil of human nature. 【

Don't you understand?】 Rankopel, you seem to have no chance of winning against this land.

They

will overwhelm you, insult you, drown you, and deal with you in the most filthy ways. Your

enemies are endless, you choose to come forward, come here from another world, choose to fight them, choose to invest your blood and life, and your enemies are immortal.

[They will smell blood like evil beasts and pounce, tear your flesh, rip off your tongue and eyes, and howl for a feast on your broken corpse.] [

You only have one ending. [

You will be knocked down, you will be destroyed, you will be crushed.] [

But...]

[But even if they are all staring at you, they are aiming at all the weaknesses in your body, even if they all want to rip your skin and bite your internal organs and bones. 【

You can't fall down either.】 [

Because you are Rankopel...]

[You are a blue rose that blooms bravely from the sea of blood. 】

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......

Open.

It was white, followed by emptiness.

The white wilderness, the rest of the place was empty, I don't know how big or tall this place was, just white, so white that Rankopel felt like an outlier.

"No injuries...?"

He slowly sat up, but his movements were very sluggish, he was obviously in a white wilderness, but he could feel some kind of weight from all directions all the time.

"My husband, you're back."

Suddenly, on her side, in a white field, walked out of a shadow that could not be seen clearly, her voice was very soft, warm as jade, and the blood in Rankopel's body was actually a little excited when she heard this voice.

It's like... Joy after a long absence?

"I'm not your husband... You are...... Who? The

shadow approached, and Rankopel only felt uncomfortable all over his body.

"I won't be mistaken, you have Otta's blood on you."

Shadow crouched down lightly and stroked the ends of Rankopel's hair:

"Go, Ota, they need you."

Rankopel was about to say something, but he felt that his vocal cords were numb and he could not say anything.

Shadow gently grabbed Rankopel's hand and said to him,

"It's just... The bloodline of the Tower of Babel, please use with caution. "

Otta, remember, no matter what... Over the past hundred years... Millennium......

"My husband, please... Don't forget, with them who live with my blood, to explore the possibility of saving humanity once again.

"I have no intention of being a pioneer, I'm just one step ahead of fate."

"I will always love you."

Rankopel already felt that the Doctor's blood in his body was boiling, and he tried to suppress the strong expansion, and his consciousness could clearly feel stripped away.

And at the same time that his consciousness was stripped away, the shadow holding his hand in front of him became clearer:

"You are..."

At the last moment when his consciousness was about to be stripped away, he saw the appearance of the shadow clearly - it was a very beautiful long-haired girl, wearing a white lab coat, holding his hand.

"Presses..."

Lan Kopel's consciousness suddenly shattered.

Poof....

His boundless whiteness suddenly fell into a blood-colored sea, without a trace.