Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

The appearance of the young man broke the deadlock between Morax and Nibelungen.

In the dark and silent underground, the bright light of the Great Sun Carriage trembled, barely able to withstand the vast pressure. The lighthouse stood silently, the withered grass bent down, and the most eye-catching place at the top of the sky was the main venue for the confrontation between the three gods.

The moment Shen Qianluo appeared, Nibelungen's breathing began to tremble with extreme restraint. Scarlet filled his blood-filled eyeballs, and he panted and spread his wings, but it was not because of fear or the bloody wound on his chest.

He was angry, resentful, but also sad.

It was as if all the lights and shadows in the world had become illusory at this moment, and the only focus of his sight was the frail figure of the young man. After thousands of years, the excitement of killing his enemy finally ignited every cell in his body.

Without hesitation, the king's huge body pounced forward like a meteor.

"You finally dare to show up and fight!"

Trying his best to kill the god in one fell swoop, Nibelungen rushed in front of the boy, and the flash of swords and shadows accompanied by thunderous anger strangled him in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the dark power bombarded him like an overwhelming force.

"Thousands of heroic souls and tens of thousands of people of my clan have perished at your hands! You sinner against the law of nature, I will make you pay for this blood feud a hundredfold!"

The moment he raised his eyes calmly, most of the world was completely shrouded in ink-like darkness. The moment the young man raised his hand from under his black clothes, the spatial fluctuations that occupied the other half of the sky spread out with him as the core.

"I have never denied my actions that harmed the dragons."

The colors of heaven and earth were absurd and grotesque at the moment when the divine powers of both sides intertwined. The thick dark power was swallowed, crushed, and rotated by the space cracks. With the white fingertips as the starting point, the bright silver energy fluctuations supported half of the sky.

In the grim night, it looks like a blooming black and white rose.

"Also accept your extremely strong hatred for me."

The Dragon King's fangs pierced through layer after layer of the chaotic space and came towards him. Shen Qianluo suddenly sneered and tried his best to ignore Morax who had been staring at him since the moment he appeared. His murmuring figure suddenly became illusory.

"In that case, the only action you are allowed to take now is revenge on God."

The sharp edge of the claws slashed through the bright space, watching the shadows shatter again and again. As expected, Nibelungen was furious with him, turned around and flapped his wings without stopping: "What you mean by pity?!"

But he could never touch the other person, as if the other person had not attacked him rashly.

Using his teleportation ability to the fullest, the boy was always able to dodge the Nibelungen's pursuit at the last moment. He walked calmly under his black clothes, and his silver hair on both sides swayed in the whistling wind.

"Why don't you take action, use your most proud divine power, and fight with me until the last drop of blood is shed!!"

In just a blink of an eye, they struck from the sky to the ground, flew over the Great Sun Carriage, and retreated into the deep underground. The two colliding figures flashed repeatedly, fighting each time at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye.

Shen Qianluo was actually quite annoyed.

He didn't know how many times he dodged the Nibelungen's attack, but he tried hard to suppress his peripheral vision and still glanced in the direction of Morax seemingly inadvertently.

As if in a trance, they crossed the intersecting space and their eyes met unexpectedly. The young man was so frightened that his heart tightened and he immediately looked away.

My heartbeat quickened a little.

He absolutely did not believe that Morax did not understand the implication of his words asking him to leave. He did not dare to say too much, nor to act rashly. He was so familiar with him that even if he revealed any of his minor habits and details, he would definitely be able to detect his true identity.

Do not…

That expression, the staring eyes, the attitude of not making a move. In fact, the moment Long Long appeared, he had already...

The raging energy suddenly broke through the ends of his hair. Shen Qianluo's breathing stagnated slightly, and in this moment of distraction, Nibelungen still caught his flaw and he subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

As expected, I caught a glimpse of Morax suddenly raising his hand.

He sensed the familiar fluctuations of divine power, and the other party finally decided to attack. But the situation was too hasty and the distance was too far. At this moment, even a powerful person like Shen Qianluo could not immediately judge his lover's intentions.

Did Longlong recognize his identity and couldn't bear to see him attacked and injured, or did he realize that he was born from the sinful bloodline of the Heavenly Law and decided to support the justice of the dragon clan and join forces with the Dragon King to kill the traitor who was burdened with sin?

He has always known that Morax is a kind god with his own fairness and persistence.

Two thousand years ago, he would have rightfully suspected his betrayal for the sake of his people's safety. Two thousand years later, he could also fight against the massacre of the Fire Burial War for the justice of the dragon race...

And he himself admitted that all of this was the sin left over from ancient times...

"Tsk." But to everyone's surprise, the next second, the young man suddenly snorted in extreme dissatisfaction, and his golden pupils in the shadow of the hood glowed with sharpness, and his originally casual and calm posture suddenly became neat and solid.

A chilling murderous intent suddenly erupted from the god's body, and he grabbed the huge body of Nibelungen that was rushing in front of him. He dodged the divine power that Morax was about to use, and was directly confronted by the vast dark power of Nibelungen.

At this most shocking moment, the young man exerted his strength suddenly, and the swarming flames were like exploding fireworks, and with the long roar of the raging fire, it lit up the entire night sky.

With his tiny figure, he knocked the huge Dragon King away with one blow.

The stunned ghost was blasted into the ground by the sudden attack. Before Nibelungen could adjust his posture in time, the figure following him fell from the sky. The dazzling and bright rock elemental force swept through his wings with unparalleled power.

Seven kinds of elemental forces with the potential to explode surrounded the young man at the same time. His breath rose and fell slightly, and he looked down at the Dragon King from a high position. His voice was clear and his golden eyes were majestic. "You indulged me in attacking you when I was angry and mad. Now, I have paid you back in full."

Shen Qianluo almost forcibly suppressed his remembrance of his old friend and his affection for his current lover, and finally chuckled. When he was swept away by the Dragon King who staggered to his feet, his posture was calm and handsome, and his expression was gentle and indifferent.

"No matter how glorious the king was in the past, now that he has been defeated and fallen, he is nothing more than a ghost."

A strong airflow blew the god's hair and clothes. He slowly closed his eyes and seemed to have finally made some kind of decision. He raised his hand very lightly and slowly.

Even time seemed to freeze at this moment. The hood slipped off his shoulders, and his soft silver hair fluttered in the wind. Under his crow-like eyelashes, the boy revealed a pair of extremely clear and world-renowned golden eyes.

It could be noticed that the two kings in front and behind him paused.

Perhaps it was because the natural law and the golden pupils were too stunning, he curled his fingertips deep into the corner of his robe, turned his back to his lover, stared at his enemy, as if welcoming the malice of the whole world, with an indifferent and lonely expression. The corners of his mouth were clearly raised with an elegant arc, but there was no hope in his eyes.

"The loser should leave the stage. Now, Nibelungen, return my bamboo flute to me."

Staring deeply at the young man whom he had not seen for a long time, the Dragon King sneered. His hoarse voice was desolate, and his resolute tone was more gloomy than at any other time: "You have long known that between you and me, there is only a destined ending."

"I will definitely kill you, and use your soul to pay tribute to the souls of the millions of my dragon clan members - Shen Qianluo, you and the law of nature both deserve to die."