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

"God's Birthday!" The God of Zhengji was completely liberated, his limbs spread wide, and his divine power reverberated, "Suppress!"

Thunder fell like rain all over the sky.

"It's time to use the new void terminal."

Nasida witnessed Ying and the skirmishers charging towards the God of Opportunity. With a thought, the terminal that had been attached to the back of Ying's head glowed with green light.

Numerous bullets were fired from the terminal in rapid succession, as if they had autonomous consciousness, and coordinated with the two men's offensive to fly towards the head of the God of Opportunity.

"Nacita, the terminal is so easy to use, why didn't you open it earlier?" Paimon stared nervously at Ying Battle, his heart in his throat.

"Because I am busy making other preparations." Nasida said softly.

"What preparation?"

After hearing no answer for a long time, Paimon turned around in confusion and saw the green light of the Four-Leaf Mark flowing in Nasida's eyes as she stared at the battlefield.

The thunderbolt struck the ground.

The Mecha flew across the battlefield, blasting the surface with ice and fire.

After barely coping with one wave, Ying almost reached her limit.

After finally spotting the weakness of the God of Zhengji, as long as he gets a little closer, he can give this arrogant guy a solid desolate star.

“Ten confusions—dispelled!!!”

The God of Opportunity suddenly leaned up.

The thunder light condensed on the machine god's chest, and the ball bursting with electric light expanded at an alarming speed as the arms were stretched out. The dazzling light instantly covered the dome of Jing Liuli Workshop, changing from purple to blazing white, and from white to extremely black.

Like a black sun.

The sun that destroys the world.

Ying was forced to stop by this pressure.

The skirmishers also withdrew from the air: "Retreat!"

"The country collapsed!" Ying followed the skirmishers and retreated, looking at the huge ball of thunder in disbelief, "Isn't this the move you used to deal with the general on the castle tower!?"

It is also through the power of the heart of God.

It is also an extreme compression thunder element.

It also creates extremely dark thunder...

The skirmisher let out a loud "tsk": "You are distracted on the battlefield, do you want to die?"

Ying was shocked: "I mean, do you want to try to fight back with the same trick?!"

"The thunder poles that fell on the ground are the eyes of the formation. Move quickly and get rid of them all," the skirmisher ignored her words and ordered sternly, "Otherwise, just wait for them to be wiped out!"

Ying turned around, and among the broken black stone floor tiles, four thunder poles were forming links with the thunder of the God of Opportunity.

Ying hurriedly turned around and ran away.

But the combat proficiency is still too lacking.

When the Heavenly Thunder of the God of Opportunity was condensed and formed, only half of the four thunder poles were destroyed.

Black thunder pressed down from above.

The air vibrated and hummed.

Drowning out Paimon's exclamations and Ying's shouts.

The skirmisher closed his eyes and took a breath. When he opened his eyes again, lightning reflected in his eyes, as bright as a cold star: "...the 143rd time."

Behind her came the chanting Sanskrit sounds of Nasida.

"Consciousness is stored in the mind, which is equal to the good view, cultivated and achieved, and compared with the actual situation..."

The shadow of the palace unfolded.

"...The scene in my mind is transformed into an illusion."

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Under the glass.

The top of the virtual palace.

A silent space of strife.

Nanke lay at the bottom of the translucent membrane bubble, staring down.

A group of skirmishers stepped on the remains of the fallen gate, and a bright green bloomed from Nasida's raised right hand, filling the entire workshop.

In the transformed Dream Palace, it was as if time had stood still and no one took any action.

The same is true for the God of Opportunity who is preparing to attack.

This is not an ordinary confrontation, but a dream that is accurately embedded in reality, all thoughts are forced to be unified, and every second is stretched infinitely.

It is a grass god who is born orthodox and enjoys the power of dreams, and has a unique fighting method.

But the gods are still weak and their realm has its limitations.

At least Nanke here was not dragged into a dream.

"The country collapses! Nasida! Ying! Paimon!"

Nanke shouted with all his strength.

No one could hear her.

She is trapped here.

Because of the special cage, even its existence cannot be noticed.

The diaphragm formed by the weird tentacles squirmed, swallowing her fingers as she tried to pry them apart. The sticky, muddy touch gradually added to the burning sensation.

Nanke was aroused by the pain and wanted to withdraw her hand, but the surface of the wriggling tentacles opened densely packed pores with fine teeth, tightly adhering to her skin.

It was as if he wanted to drag her whole body in and swallow her into his belly.

Nanke gritted his teeth, and when he finally pulled both hands out, his hands had been chewed out with large red marks and blood.

"Sandogne", or the monster behind "Sandogne".

What the hell is it?

It is different from all the abyss monsters Nanke has ever seen.

There is no evil energy coming from the abyss, and it is impossible to detect the true form unless you see it with your own eyes.

Moreover, he is not afraid of her blood.

Nanke covered her injured hand and suddenly saw several tentacles standing up from her feet, opening and closing their teeth, swaying towards her.

Nanke took a breath and backed away.

The space is so small that there is no place to hide.

Fortunately, the tentacle didn't really intend to attack her. It shook for a while, then dormantly returned to her diaphragm.

Nanke carefully exhaled, only to realize that his heartbeat was rapid and chaotic, and even his eardrums were pounding.

She could have teleported back to the idol.

But in this case, the only place to return is Huachengguo, and the ribs of the scattered soldiers will fall into the hands of the fools.

Nanke didn't want to leave unless it was absolutely necessary.

After confirming that the tentacles were completely settled, Nanke stood up slightly and looked down again.

There is a difference in the flow of time inside and outside dreams.

There is no way of guessing how long the simulated battle between Nasida and the God of Opportunity will last. Maybe it will end in the next second and usher in the real decisive battle.

We have to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible.

Otherwise, Sandone will really become a hostage for everyone.

Nanke clenched his fingers, his eyes fell on the straggler from a distance, and countless possible reactions passed through his mind. After a while, he made up his mind.

"Since you like to eat people," Nanke raised his left hand, "then let you eat as much as you can!"

She closed her eyes tightly and bit the muscle under her thumb.

With severe pain.

The smell of blood filled his mouth.

Sensing the blood energy, the dormant tentacles began to stir almost immediately, and the diaphragm began to shake.

Nanke raised his hand and wiped away the blood on the glass dome above his head.

The painted glass was stained red with blood, and then there was a crisp "click" sound.

It was penetrated by the impatient tentacles following the blood stains.

More tentacles chased towards Nanke's bleeding hand.

However, the supporting dome above has been destroyed.

Be it the membrane bubble formed by the tentacles or the Nanke in the membrane bubble.

Instantly weightless, it fell downwards with the broken glass and the beam of light thrown into it.