Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

(I was in a semi-coma for a few days after the operation... It was such a hard life, but luckily the operation went well. I think my foot can be saved, so I'm very happy.)

The moon was high in the sky, and the sky in Mondstadt seemed to be mostly clear, and today was no exception. However, the moonlight was strangely red.

The reflection on the empty streets of Mondstadt at night looked particularly creepy. After all, it was a country like Liyue that was full of fireworks at night.

The so-called creepy red moon is just a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

Rosalia and Barbara, wearing robes, walked towards the moonlight and the statue of the god of wind where the gathering was held.

Rosalia thought that this opportunity should have a more rigorous identity verification. However, what Rosalia did not expect was that there was no identity verification at all.

It should be said that Rosaria originally thought it was just a small organization gathering. However, she did not expect that the number of people in black robes at this moment almost exceeded the number of people present at Mond's previous large-scale events, including the Wind Flower Festival and the Badminton Festival!

This made Rosalia sweat coldly in her palms. Even she couldn't guarantee the safe evacuation of Barbara in such a large crowd.

Moreover, it is unknown whether there is a roster for such a casual and sloppy gathering.

Just as Rosalia was hesitating whether to retreat, a man in black clothes and red cloud clothes with gray and white slicked back hair suddenly jumped down from the top of the Wind God statue.

As the man leaped down, one of the huge stone wings of the Wind God statue was cut off in an instant!

The stone wings shattered with a loud noise. It was loud enough for everyone in Mondstadt to hear. What kind of secret meeting is this? Is this an armed seizure of power?

Rosalia couldn't help sweating as she watched all this. How could she fight against a man who could do all these things in an instant?

"Your old god Barbatos is nothing but a cowardly waste. There is only one true God in the world, and that is our most revered and great Evil God!

In order to receive the curse of the evil god, offer your sacrifices!"

As the man finished speaking, everyone present knelt down immediately. Having lived with bandits for several years, Rosalia was able to adapt to the situation.

In order not to be conspicuous, he immediately pulled the still dazed Barbara to kneel on the ground, and observed the man on the platform with his peripheral vision.

Soon after everyone knelt down, several women held up babies who seemed to be born not long ago and shouted: "This is the most sincere villain that we mortals are sacrificing to the Supreme Evil God!"

The women's eyes were full of piety.

But Rosalia felt that the familiar voice was particularly incredible. She had heard this voice before!

Mrs. Anna, who gave birth two weeks ago, loves her children and family so much, even though Rosalia often skips work.

She also often heard Mrs. Anna praying for the happiness of her family in front of the priest in the church, and singing praises to Barbatos for the happiness he brought to their family.

Such a person actually wanted to sacrifice his child to some inexplicable evil god in just two weeks? !

Rosalia couldn't believe it, and the man on the other side of the platform had moved a piece of the statue of the god of wind and placed it in front of him, seemingly using it as an altar.

Then, with a pious look in his eyes, he grabbed the right foot of a nearby baby and threw it onto the altar like an animal.

The cries of the lost mother resounded throughout the venue. The child's cries seemed to be awakening the mother's love. But his mother only had eyes full of madness and piety...

"Rosalia, why don't you stop me!" Barbara struggled to get up, but Rosalia held her down.

At this moment, Rosalia was sure that if the two of them acted rashly, they would die, not to mention saving the babies!

Barbara was held down by Rosalia, and the man with gray slicked-back hair seemed to be tired of the child's boring voice, and quickly drew mysterious symbols around him.

He took out a dark red steel spike that was more than one meter long, and the believers shouted "The evil god lives forever!"

The dark red steel spike was about to pierce the baby's heart!

Just be patient and you can survive, just be patient and you can survive! Isn't that how I survived to this day? The whole village was slaughtered by bandits.

In order to stay alive, didn’t I help these enemies do chores... and even kill people... What could I not tolerate now?

Rosalia recalled that night more than ten years ago.

It was a snowy night, and the thieves did not have enough food to feed themselves, let alone their slaves. Rosalia could not stand the hard labor and hunger, so she fled.

The old man of the bandit gang chased her back. He was the one who took her away from her birth village and taught her the art of killing.

"Those who escape are traitors. Traitors can only be free if they win the duel.]

The old man threw an old dagger to Rosalia.

"Come on, only by killing me can you leave here. I am an old lion, and you are still young. You can do it, right?"

...In order to save her life, little Rosalia did kill him. What else could she not endure now? It was only a few years of false peace, and she was not so weak as to do this.

Rosalia recalled every detail of that night. With one hand, she held down Barbara who was trying to resist, and with the other hand, she skillfully lit a cigarette.

"Nuns can't smoke, it seems there's a rule like that. But why should I follow a rule made by someone who's having a good life just because they're bored?"

After lighting a cigarette, Rosalia's shaking body calmed down, and then she lightly slapped Barbara, who was still resisting, and knocked her unconscious.

Then, holding the West Wind Spear in one hand, he gathered the ice elemental power and threw it with all his strength towards the gray-haired man on the stage!

The man seemed to be so absorbed in the ritual that he did not notice the sneak attack, and the spear easily hit his palm and the steel spike at the same time.

The man was knocked back several steps, and his hands were covered in blood in an instant.

But the man didn't seem to care about such an injury. He just shook his hand and raised his bloody March sickle, staring at the woman who came onto the stage with a devil-like gaze: "How dare you hinder my ceremony to worship the evil god. Hahahaha! Then you will also become a sacrifice to the evil god!"

The man's face was twisted, and it seemed that his brain was not working very well, but his strength was unquestionable. Just a simple killing intention made Rosalia, the executioner of the dark night, sweat profusely.

And the next moment, the bloody March sickle suddenly stretched out and attacked Rosalia at an extremely fast speed!