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

The elements are drawn out and condensed into the palm of the hand.

After being successively tempered by the purest bodies in the world, the extremely compressed lightning expands, collapses, and rotates at high speed.

As if someone's heartbeat, between breaths, the light blooms violently, leading to an extremely dark wormhole.

It was the move that was abandoned halfway during the deadly battle with General Raiden.

It is also the same move as the God of Zhengji.

This body, this power alone.

He gave no room for it and vowed to smash the enemy to pieces without any other murderous intent!

"Doll...!" Away from the dazzling lightning, the God of Opportunity also stared at the stragglers, his eyes rolling wildly.

God wants nothing more than two things.

Immortal soul.

Immortal skeleton.

Now the body of the false union that I dreamed of is suddenly in front of my eyes.

Blending thunder and lightning, regenerating and healing each other.

How can one not be crazy?

The Machine God's huge body shook with a roar, a buzzing sound began under the armor, and greedy tentacles penetrated the shell.

The ring of rotation, which symbolized the power of Zhengji, was soaked in darkness. Dozens of huge tentacles fluttered and swung, splitting fine fangs, and rushed towards the skirmishers.

"Hmph!" The skirmisher sneered.

The extremely black thunder hung from the fingertips and sank slightly.

He spread his arms, leaned back, turned his waist, and raised his legs and feet toward the rioting sky thunder and machine gods below.

"Put your head down!!!!"

The lightning flashed, and the skirmisher's back was instantly swallowed up by the light as he struck fiercely.

Then there was a sudden explosion, and huge air waves stirred up everything in sight, shattering everything.

Nasida formed a seal with her hands, unfolded the barrier and tried to protect her companions behind her, but she groaned in overwhelming pain: "Ugh!"

"Nacita!" Ying immediately used grass elements to support her back.

After dozens of seconds of flying sand and rocks, there was another deafening roar, and the light began to slowly dissipate.

Among the gradually quieting dust are bits and pieces of flames falling in the air, the pungent smell of burning proteins, and the foehn wind of molten metal, depriving them of breathing space and spreading everywhere.

"Ha..." Nasida lowered her hands, and the dark green barrier was shattered.

"Nacita, are you okay?!" Paimon was holding Ying's sword, shocked and scared.

"...Well, I'm okay," Nacida gasped and raised her hand. A white crystal butterfly appeared in her small hand and flew towards Nanke who had not yet recovered behind Paimon. "Thanks to the Wings of Dreams. the power of."

Chaotic thunder and lightning flickered under Nanke's half-closed eyes, and her body could not move freely.

But consciousness has awakened.

Feeling the power of the dream come back, Nanke raised his eyes and looked at the messy battlefield ahead.

The long body of the skirmisher stood among the burning tentacle corpses everywhere, and the divine ring behind him was gradually disappearing.

At his feet was the deformed head of the God of Opportunity, with several broken tentacles pressed under misplaced steel plates, still struggling to death.

After a moment, the skirmisher turned around, met her gaze from afar, and turned back.

Ying and Nasida left the ruins and walked towards the defeated God of Opportunity.

"You thought this was the end?"

A sound of laughter suddenly sounded in Nanke's mind.

"Dotore?" Nanke was surprised when he heard this.

Maybe her distracted spirit was not enough to suppress her. The person trapped in her dream spoke again with a lazy voice: "'I' am a wise observer. Guess, when you and the God of Opportunity both lose, 'I' will When will you choose to appear?"

Why remind me specifically?

Nanke frowned and asked.

"The doctor has tens of thousands of slices, and I am the one who is most interested in you," Dotore chuckled, "I am very curious, how do you plan to deal with 'me' after getting my kind advice? appearance?"

Nanke pursed her lips tightly, and she felt sick to her stomach if she heard him say one more word.

She concentrated her thoughts to seal off Dotore's consciousness again, and looked at the returning skirmishers.

He half-knelt down beside her, held her hand, and put his lips to his lips: "The long-lost pleasure."

All the exposed skin of the doll was burned by the flames, and the pink flesh slowly grew in the charred blackness, and the face, no matter how delicate and beautiful, became hideous and terrifying.

"It's not over yet." Nanke looked at him.

"what."

Even if there are scars and scars, there is no strength left.

It's not yet time to let down your guard.

They know it.

Behind the skirmishers, Ying opened the cockpit panel of the God of Machinery.

Surrounded by numerous tentacles and severed limbs, the cabin was covered with satin-like gray hair. The girl curled up like an innocent baby, resting her sleeping face between the crumpled lace of Ji Xiu.

"Puppet..." Ying frowned.

"There is no breath of life on her body," Nasida sighed. "Unfortunately, she is already a corpse."

"In other words, the puppet Sandonne we saw before were all living dead controlled by monsters?" Paimon clenched his hands in front of his chest, and when he spoke, his face was twisted with fear.

Nacida nodded.

Paimon couldn't help but distance himself from Sandonne's body: "What an evil sect..."

"I have read about this kind of existence in the World Tree," Nasita said with pity in her eyes as she leaned over to touch Sandone's forehead. "There were once some alchemists who tried to breed the abyss in the human womb through inhuman means. Out of the evil and filthy, what was finally born was a alien species that was as inhuman as 'Sandogne' and only acted on its infinitely expanding desires and destructive power."

"May you rest in peace, unfortunate one."

The moment she was touched by Nasida's fingertips.

The girl's gray eyelashes trembled slightly.

"……what?"

Even Nasida looked shocked.

"Nascida! Stay away from her!" Ying immediately put on a fighting stance.

"No," Nasida looked at the girl for two seconds, caressed her cheek, and said hesitantly, "I seem to be able to read her heart."

The girl opened her eyes completely.

The blue eyes were like mist, fragile and transparent.

She looked at Nasida nearby, blinked slowly, and then moved her arms, as if trying to prop up her body.

Every step she took was also slow and unfamiliar. The moment before she successfully sat up, the girl's arms gave out and she suddenly fell back.

The girl opened her lips slightly, tilted her head slightly, pulled up the gorgeous sleeves, and looked at the metal joints in the sleeves: "?"

"...She is like a baby." Nasida said in an incredible tone, "Obviously her body has been almost completely transformed into a machine. Was it because she came into contact with the World Tree with the puppet that she gave birth to self-awareness?"

The girl looked confused and seemed unable to understand Nasida's words.

Suddenly, she shook the sleeve she was holding in her hand, and there was a clear sound of heavy objects colliding. Something fell out from between the sleeves and hit the ground, reflecting a bright purple light.

"Thor's Heart!" Paimon lost his voice.

Ying looked at Nasida: "Nasida, we..."

Before she finished speaking, Ying's voice was unsteady, she gritted her teeth and pressed her temples.

"What...the sound...is so...sleepy..."

The same sound also hit Nanke's ears.

From somewhere, a thin and sharp howl came.

The sound was very penetrating, hitting the eardrums directly. Just after hearing the sound, the eyelids began to feel heavy and the vision became blurred.

"Here we come." The skirmisher covered Nanke's ears and stared at the door of the workshop with disgust.

Paimon and Ying fell one after another.

"Bah bang bang."

Someone caressed his hands and appeared from the door.

"What a wonderful duel."

Gold-decorated leather boots stepped on the cracked floor tiles, and with each step, the white military-style cloak swayed slightly to the rhythm of applause, revealing a pair of black gloves with slender knuckles.

"Those things studied by the sages are still of some use. Unfortunately, the sound waves that make people fall asleep without any precautions are really harmful to gods and machines——"

The doctor's narrow eyes glanced at Nasida and Sandonne behind her, and then drifted towards the skirmishers.

"——It doesn't work."