Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Painted glass dome.

The obsidian floor is illuminated by light.

The misplaced light spots shine from the top of the pure glass workshop and overflow under the central round platform, making it look like a majestic machine body.

Nanke's arms were cut behind his back by a Catherine, and he was escorted in front of the God of Opportunity.

Another walked behind her, holding the ribs wrapped in lightning in his hands.

The last one pushed open the door of Jing Liuli Workshop and stood guard outside.

"Knowing that there are two executive officers in Sumeru, you are only wary of doctors and treat me like air,"

The girl with gray hair and bright eyes sitting on the shoulder of the God of Zhengji looked down at Nanke, tilted her head, and gently pressed her forehead against the God of Zhengji's neck.

"It really frustrates me, Galatea."

"Please don't be depressed, my dear Sandone." A stiff mechanical voice came from the head of the God of Opportunity.

It is different from the God of Opportunity controlled by skirmishers.

This machine simulates the body shape of a human woman, making it taller and slender.

It is exactly the same as the faceless puppet used by Sandonne when Nanke fought against him last time.

"Sandogne!" Nanke's arm joints were twisted by Catherine, and he could hardly exert any strength. He glanced at the ribs in Catherine's hands in front of him, and stared at the girl, "Why are you arresting me?!"

"What a stupid question." Sandone moved his head and sat up straight. "Nanke, my children have been staring at you since you entered Xumi City. You should remember that I asked you the last time we met. , where did you get the gold technology, right?”

Catherine stepped forward and placed the ribs she was holding into the palm of the God of Opportunity.

Nanke's breath tightened.

The mechanical arm bent and lifted up, bringing the ribs to Sandone's eyes.

Sandone picked up the rib and looked at it carefully: "Is the doll next to you your creation, or is it a relic of Canria?"

She guessed the identity of the skirmisher.

Nanke did not answer, and Sandone was not in a hurry to press the question. He turned his ribs and gestured in front of his chest, and raised the corners of his lips: "Did you know? To make a doll, in addition to the skin, you also need a skeleton and something more inner. People always say memory, or something even more ethereal, the soul.”

Sandone put his ribs on his knees, raised his head, and looked up at the cold face of the God of Opportunity.

"Nanke, if you want to make a doll and bring back a 'person' with a soul, is there any other way besides becoming a god?"

"Even gods can't bring the dead back to life." Nanke said in a deep voice.

"This kind of argument disappoints me again," Sandone shook his head gently. The gray hair hanging down to his ankles was like the translucent strings of a puppet, swaying together in the thin light. "I specially let You didn’t come here to hear you say the same thing as the doctor. Let’s go back to the original question.”

Sandonne sighed and leaned back against the God of Opportunity.

She closed her eyes, curling her eyelashes to cover her pale lower eyelids, and her limbs were visibly completely relaxed, as if she was extremely tired in a second and fell into a deep sleep.

The outstretched Sandone slipped from the shoulders of the God of Opportunity, who opened his palm just in time to gently catch her.

"'Why did I catch you?'" Then, the God of Opportunity spoke while lifting Sandone, "The skin has been sewn properly, and I still need a skeleton, the special material that makes the immortal doll. , and a soul of a rare elf species that can match it."

Mechanical, skin.

Even the dullest person can detect something strange.

"Are you the true form of Sandone?" Nanke's eyes widened and he struggled again.

The ribs were in the hands of the God of Opportunity, she had to get them back!

"No, of course Sandonne is..." The cockpit panel on the head of the God of Machines flipped outwards and opened, and the black fleshy tentacles squirmed out, wrapped around Sandonne and dragged him into the cabin, "...my dear elder sister."

Unlike Galatea's once faceless face, the eyes of the God of Opportunity flickered slowly, revealing piety and madness.

Nanke was shocked.

This is by no means a Teyvat thing.

The monster of the abyss actually usurped the seat of God? !

The ribs were still in the palm of the God of Opportunity. He tried to touch them with his tentacles, but was aroused by the thunder element wrapped around them and retracted them wisely.

The hatch is closed.

The God of Opportunity reached out and his ribs fell down, returning to Catherine's arms below.

At the same time, a loud noise of heavy objects colliding was heard outside the workshop door.

"The time has come," said the God of Opportunity.

A secret door opened in the corner of the workshop. Catherine, who was suppressing Nanke, let go. Together with Catherine, who was carrying her ribs, they bowed slightly to the God of Opportunity and walked into the secret door.

"Give me your ribs!" Nanke immediately stood up to chase after him.

"No." The mechanical arm crashed down half a meter in front of her feet, and the ground was torn apart.

Nanke's heart palpitated and he stopped, and his body was grabbed by the other hand of the God of Opportunity.

"Give it back to you, and you disappear like last time. Where should I find my trump card?"

The God of Opportunity lifted Nan Ketuo to a high place, with a hint of joking in his tone.

Nanke's whole body was tightly restrained by the cold fingers, and he could only watch the two Catherines walking behind the secret door, and the door was closed tightly.

"What does your trump card have to do with me!" She gritted her teeth.

If only she still had elemental powers.

Even if there is only a little bit, at least there is room for counterattack...

"Using hostages is also a tactic."

The height continued to rise, almost approaching the colored window of the dome. The God of Opportunity spread his fingers, and several tentacles emerged from the fingertips, surrounding Nanke and sticking to the glass, intertwining with each other to form an airtight black hemisphere.

The God of Opportunity stopped his hand, and Nanke lost weight and fell into the cage woven by the tentacles.

There is a thin layer of mucus on the surface of the cold and firm flesh. When the skin touches the skin, the coldness immediately penetrates into the bone marrow.

Nanke's hair stood on end.

She climbed up, but the space was too narrow to allow her to stand, so she could only sit down on her knees.

The light falls through the glass above and is refracted into the tentacles. It is vaguely transparent, like a diaphragm, revealing the posture of the God of Opportunity under his feet preparing for battle.

After a while, the door crashed down.

Golden sword light flashed into view.

It's Ying.

The new void terminal was suspended on the side of Ying's head. Behind Ying, Nasida and Paimeng stood ready.

At the end was a black figure with light sleeves and bright purple hair, dragging the already scrapped Catherine into the room slowly.

Nanke didn't care about anything, lying on the bottom of the cage, his fingers deeply embedded in the sticky touch: "The country collapses!"