Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"That's the end of the story, Rankopel. After

Warfarin finished speaking, her eyes became a little lost for a moment, and then her tone became a little relieved, and she said to Rankopel:

"Ha... But it's a story... It's not that a record is more appropriate. "

“...... Rankopel, do you think that this record I told you is boring?" Rankopel

shook his head and replied decisively:

"No, Warfarin, although you don't have too many emotional ups and downs, but the words and sentences are quite clear, I seem to be able to completely bring into the scene at that time."

Warfarin took a gentle breath before continuing to say to Rankopel:

"Yes, it was a secret mission of infiltration and assistance that I and only a few operators carried out in advance in the Chernoberg border before the Doctor was rescued. "

Before that, I was called a 'vampire monster'... It was already a hundred years ago. Lankoper

nodded, the notoriety of the blood demon clan in Sakaz was far and wide, and he had already experienced it well.

"I understand that the blood demon, the ancient bloodline of Sakaz, can greatly increase the upper limit of strength, just because it is a matter of course to be called a monster.

"What's more, most of the blood demons' combat techniques still have combat purposes... And the character is very... Abominable.

So Rankopel thought deeply and nodded in agreement with Warfarin.

"That's right, even if the Blood Demon Clan looks at the entire Sakaz Clan, our strength is one of the best, and our speed can easily cut the night and sprinkle scarlet.

"Even the most ordinary Sakaz Blood Demon Boy, who is not an adult, has sharp fangs that are enough to easily tear the thick neck of any animal skin and crush it along with the bones.

"But such a powerful bloodline is also directly related to the bloodthirsty, murderous, fierce and brutal sociality of the blood demon, which is also the character that most of my people have."

"However, this makes it difficult for a small number of friendly individuals in the blood demon to move, and even forced to submit to this sociality, otherwise it is difficult to survive alone." "

“...... Blood demons are such a thing, if my physical fitness is weaker, just like ordinary Philin or Pelo.

"That night, just the kid's shot on my temple was enough to kill me."

Warfarin said to Rankopel in a complicated tone, as well as to himself.

"But in the end, Dr. Warfarin, you are not injured. Rankopel

thought for a moment and said to Warfarin.

"Yes, Rankopel, have you ever thought about it.

Warfarin stared at Rankopel and said to him

, "What if that Riboli kid didn't have a brick at hand, but a super source stone bomb or something that could kill a blood demon?"

Maybe the killing didn't happen, but the act of killing is real and undisguised, and even if you have good intentions, others will judge you as a horrible monster because of your race in the first place.

"When you are careful to help others, they will directly and unthinkingly rebuke you with malice, just because your race is a notorious blood demon in Sakaz."

"You know what I mean by the truth, Rankopel.

Warfarin's

tone at this time no longer meant to be laughing.

"You will surely replace Dicsius one day, Rankopel, you have the qualifications... Beyond me, beyond Ditheus, you may well become the leader of our race in the future.

"You're going to be new ... Blood Demon Maharajah.

Warfarin paused and spoke again to Rankopel:

"If one day your path is not understood by everyone... Those people were not the weak Riboli child, nor were they holding some bricks that shattered at the touch of a button. "

“...... Everyone else will still call you and your clan vampires, and everyone will superficially obey you and then betray you at some crucial moment.

"Perhaps many of them are simply blinded by prejudice and ignorance, or perhaps they are only temporarily exploited."

"But once some things happen, even if the people who are deceived and the people who are used regret it, it is simply too late."

"At that point, I fear that you will become the next Theseus, and if you become the next him, it will be a terrible disaster for all the races of this land." Rankopel

shook his head decisively and said to

Warfarin, "How is it possible, just like Warfarin, you and Koluhill, although the race is also the blood demon in Sakaz, don't you also have many deeply trusted companions on Rhode Island?"

I had traveled all the way from Usas and I did feel the discrimination and fear that came with my identity, and just before that, a member of the official rescue team of Rembito took out a crossbow and aimed it at me because of my race.

"But I wouldn't be like Ditheus no matter how I said it."

Warfarin took a deep breath and said to Rankopel,

"Perhaps... You just haven't experienced it yet, just because you are a blood demon race, and directly lose something that you cherish so much.

"You know, in fact, Ditheus was not so cruel at the beginning, but an ordinary member of the blood demon race, except for his powerful talent, he was just an ordinary person in heart.

"And you can imagine... In your eyes, that bloodthirsty, cruel and indifferent Ditheus, the current Blood Demon Lord, actually tried to show some kindness to other races in the beginning?"

Rankopel remembered the previous hand exchange with Ditheus in Usas, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"It's really unimaginable." When

Warfarin heard this, she sighed and replied

, "Yes,

it would be unimaginable for anyone who had dealt with the current Ditheus.

"Like Theresia, Ditheus once tried to trust other races... However, he was betrayed soon after, and Kazdale once again ignited a raging fire.

"Not only the blood devils, but many ordinary Sakaz people were burned to death... Some people of other races even abused Sakaz in the fire and listened to our howls.

"The hatred could no longer be dissolved, and it was on that day that Ditheus became the Blood Demon Lord, who personally washed the battlefield in blood, causing the blood in the bodies of countless enemies to burst out and seep into every corner of that battlefield.

"So what Ditheus really recognized until now was only Trasis's iron-blooded wrist, and as he always said, no one will listen to the words of demons, only fear the power of demons."

After this, Diseus completely accepted everything about the Blood Demon race, everything that could make him strong, he accepted everything, the most profound of which was how to be efficient and painful... Slaughter.

Warfarin's tone became heavy, and the past reappeared in his mind - it was not a good memory, but it did not mean that there was no need to face it.

Rankopel

just listened in silence, digesting the message Warfarin had given him.

“...... Do you know the Pope of Lateran?"

Warfarin paused, then suddenly opened his mouth to ask Rankopel.

"Of course, basically every Sakaz knows that all that remains is the depth of knowledge of the Pope's horse. Rankopel

nodded without thinking.

In his previous life, he only knew a little about the Pope's horse, but after crossing here, he accepted the original memory of Rankopel, and he knew a lot about the Pope's horse.

In Rutland, the Pope's Horse is the Pope's direct guard, and the selection has always been the best of the best, the best of the best, it can be said that every Pope's Horse is the pillar of Rutland.

The population of Rutland is about 300,000 people, although there are only 50,000 regular Sakota soldiers, but if there is a fight, basically every Sakota can carry a hammer and go forward.

Although most of Riboli can't use a bolt, high-specification crossbows and some source stone ballistae can be manipulated, and if the situation is urgent, Rutland can be a soldier.

But looking at the entire Rutland, there are only a thousand horses.

His strength and esteem made every Lateran a horseman call His Excellency, such as His Excellency Aufinir the Horseman.

It only takes a few popes or even a pope to ride in a Rutland caravan, and all mercenaries and bounty hunters or rogues in a hundred miles will know that the idea of beating them is equivalent to looking for death.

It only takes one heavy artillery sniper fire from Gungnir to blow up and penetrate a small four-wheeled armored vehicle, and its sturdy horse armor can block most of the perceived powerful attacks.

Rankopel told Warfarin something he knew about the Pope's Horse, and Warfarin nodded slightly, but then she asked:

"Then do you know how many Pope Riders Lateran needs to send to deal with Theseus, against the current Blood Demon Maharajah?"

Warfarin shook her head.

"Twenty?"

Warfarin shook her head.

"Fifty?"

Rankopel was already feeling a little outrageous.

"At least send more than a hundred horsemen, Rankopel. Warfarin

finally spoke, and replied to Rankopel in a serious tone:

"And make sure that you must trap Ditheus, and release a large amount of fire suppression in an extreme time, and the fire power cannot be interrupted, so that it is possible to destroy Ditheus."

"An ordinary etching bullet is similar to candy paper thrown at Ditheus to his body, and the etching heart fired by the horse is at most a stone hit by a slingshot on an ordinary person. Rankopel

already knew that Ditheus was strong, but Warfarin's remarks far exceeded his expectations:

"Ditheus actually ... So powerful?"