Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"Wha—[Sakaz slang] Don't mention that.

As a result, Weiss waved his hand, as if he also recalled the scene at that time:

"Originally, the Sakaz people were not welcomed, I am a wandering Sakaz doctor, and I am not qualified to practice medicine, and ordinary races see that I am too late to hide, and let me see a doctor."

"And one day, a young Wolper who really couldn't find hope, made a great determination to bring a dying patient to try my side."

"As a result, I did everything I could to see the patient as an alien."

"After working hard for hours, the patient still died, but if he hadn't hesitated to tell me the details earlier, he might have been able to get the man back in the end."

As a result, the man bit to death and said that I had killed people because of my poor medical skills, and I was so angry, that young man Walper looked as if I was going to do something, and after a few cruel words, he slipped away with a cigarette.

"[Sakaz foul language] The body of the patient he brought with him was not taken away, or I dug a shovel and dug a pit for burial, otherwise I would have to expose the corpse to feed the crabs."

"Then my reputation somehow stinked in this area, and in order to avoid this dispute, I put away my medical skills and found a farm helper in the eastern wilderness on the edge of Victoria.

"As for why I lost my job later..."

Weiss sighed and said to the others:

"Good fellow, I have only been doing this job for less than a month, and I haven't paid it yet."

"One night, the Wolper youth from last time actually touched it silently, and he also [Sakaz foul mouth] brought a whole team of Lateran gendarmerie!"

"The devil knows where he reported it, what connections he used, and how he found my location, and that night [Sakaz foul mouth] at least a few thousand etching bombs ran behind my ass."

"If I hadn't run to a very remote suburb of Victoria, with its vast reed swamp, where I spent the whole day hanging out with the Sakotas, I would have been sifted through by the etch." "

Basically every wandering Sakaz in the wilderness is a person with a story, but like Weiss... It shouldn't be much.

You should be leaving this place, right?" said

Rankopel as he took a sip of the brew from his glass.

"Yes, I didn't dare to stay in this place longer, and I wasn't a powerful ancient bloodline branch in Sakaz, just an ordinary Goliath.

"Most of our ordinary old Sakaz guys are Goliath, and ancient bloodline branches like the leader you and the patriot old man are actually quite rare.

"The Goliaths have no royal court of their own, they are the most ordinary demons.

"We don't have the strength of Wendigo, the speed and terrifying fangs of the blood devil, the sound spell inheritance of the banshee, and the unbreakable creation arch and tough hard skin of the Stone Wing Demon.

"In addition to being more likely to get ore disease and a stronger physique than the average race, and being closer to the source stone, there is nothing, a crossbow arrow or an etching bullet aimed at the heart, we are basically dead."

Weiss spoke in a rather sour tone, and the other Sakaz members of the Iron Guard on the side also resonated with each other - they were also the weakest and most common Goliath in Sakaz.

This Goliath struggling to survive dies hundreds and thousands every day... It's not unusual.

"I managed to get away from Victoria, I worked as a trader—I was in debt; I was a coachman—I accidentally stunned a pack of burden pulling a cart with a whip; I worked as a nursing home nurse—and I was pointed at by a patient and called me a demon guy trying to kill for money.

"There were some interesting experiences, but most of the time I basically struggled with survival, and I wandered all the way and went to quite a few places.

"I was originally a person who didn't like to fight very much, but the situation of the Sakaz people and the perception of us by others were too biased, and I could only find time to practice a sword art during this period.

"There are not so many bells and whistles, it is a very conventional battlefield sword technique, but except for self-defense, I never take the initiative to point my weapon at others."

"After that, I was pitted by a black agent, and a black ship sneaked me to Usas, originally I was an infected person, still a Sakaz, just got off the ship and threw me into the mine to mine.

"I'm lucky, it's only been about two or three months to mine over there, and you don't know which corner you came out of and killed all the damn pickets in the mine."

Weiss finally choked on the alcohol coming back to his throat and coughed twice, saying:

"To be honest, I feel that everything that happened then to this life is a dream - very sad and ridiculous, at that time I even thought that the mining of the infected person in Sakaz to death was a kind of... Conventional and reasonable ending.

"It's such a wasted thought, I want to slap the past me."

After Weiss finished speaking, he suffocated the wine that had just been poured again, but no one around him really laughed at Weiss's idea of being a waste at that time.

After all...... Even they themselves have often had....

"Don't think so, Weiss, Sakaz's situation in this land is indeed very bad, and the so-called terrible history of Sakaz is a bad book, no one can tell. Rankopel

himself poured a glass of wine for Weis, and then said:

"I understand the Sakaz people, Ves... Now I have limited ability to help only some of the Sakaz people, and there will definitely be more Sakaz people out of suffering and doom in the future, I believe so.

Weiss smiled bitterly, but he wanted to cry a little, and this young man of about twenty-five or six years old could only take the wine and said to Rankopel in a slightly choked tone:

"[Sakaz foul language], I [Sakaz foul mouth] also [Sakaz foul mouth] willing to believe that you have made I don't know how many demon brothers live a life that you dare not dream of."

Rankopel looked around at this point and said to the others:

"The same is true for everyone else."

"Whether it's the Sakazi, the Usas, or Film, Pelo, Ruper, or even Sarkota, as long as it's not a villain with bad intentions, I'm willing to settle a home for them as much as possible."

"Although discrimination and prejudice are long-standing, doing nothing is tantamount to allowing things to get worse, and if we can't change something deep-rooted, we might as well change a piece of soil where we live with each other."

"That's all I'm going to say. And

in front of him sat a dozen iron guards, among them were Sakazi, there were Usas, there was also a film, two Carters and two Kurantas.

They were silent for a while, and finally they all stood up in unison and applauded Rankopel.

["Legend has it that there is an out-of-the-line blood demon.

"He did not participate in the family's hunts, and he lacked interest in blood, but resented the injustice and cruelty of this land.

"He broke away from his family, ate and slept, day after day, with his sharp fangs to tear apart the evil deeds of this earth.

"More and more people gathered around him, there were Philin, there was Pelo, there were Usas, there were Sakazi, and even Sakota was overwhelmed, and the angels were willing to dance with the demons.

These words kept flowing in Rankopel's heart - if this is not a legend, then this blood demon must be a person who has admired him to the extreme... Heterogeneous.

I will surely follow his path and finally reach a new end.

And if this is really just a legend ....

Then Rankopel doesn't mind turning it into real history either.

["What has been done, there will be again."]

["What has been done, will be done again."]

["One day... Cut off all the land ... Focus.

Rankopel closed his eyes, and the applause around him thundered, but he felt his heart stop.

And in the dark, his own blood seemed to be resonating and echoing, and when Chernoberg finally fought, the familiar feeling began to linger in his blood again.

But eventually the familiar aura quickly dissipated, but Rankopel believed that sooner or later he would regain that power, and he knew the name of that power.

[Blood Hades' Sword Armor]

Lan Koper finally opened his eyes and looked at the emotional iron guards in front of him again.

I didn't even applaud Chernoberg's leadership speech, and today Lao Tzu was even willing to slap his palms red for a blood demon!"

"Call it a blood demon, a stone-winged demon or a banshee, a leader is a leader, if you really want to drink my blood one day, my neck will be here at any time!"

said a Carter in the Iron Guard, with half a throat of wine in his throat, but also shouted to Rankopel.

"Respect the leader, respect the future!" The

iron guards finally raised their glasses to Rankopel, some were crying, some were laughing, and some were laughing and crying, but the emotions were all extremely sincere and natural.

"Respect to the old fellows, to the Saqaz, the Usas, the Filmin, Pelo, Kuranta, Ruper, even the Sakotas, to all those who love life. Rankopel

also took a full glass of craft brews and toasted them one by one, without missing a single one.

......

In the next ten minutes, all the Iron Guard and Rankopel drank freely, and inevitably adjusted their blood metabolism a little, excreting some alcohol from the skin pores through sweat.

However, it is also slightly drunk, otherwise drinking is really not interesting.

At the same time, Rankopel also learned that the drawings ordered by Kletheon Industries in Chernoberg today, the naval guns produced in Rhode Island have covered the walls of Chernoberg.

The ordered military engines will also arrive in Chernoberg within a week, after which they will be immediately modified, and Mechanist, an elite operator in Rhode Island, will personally take care of them.

The new university of Chernoberg has just been completed, and it is being built on the opposite side of the Usas street, which Rankopel had long been paying attention to.

As for where Lilith, Marko, Alina, and the bears were doing, all the Iron Guards laughed and sold a pass, hoping that Rankopel would find out for himself when he returned to Chernoberg.

And Rankopel gladly agreed, accepting this sense of surprise that will one day come.