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

After gaining a general understanding of Liyue's current situation, Shen Qianluo quickly became busy.

In this age of thousands of sails and sea beasts floating on the waves, the swift offensive of the sea demons has greatly affected people's normal lives.

Whirlpools and waterspouts smashed ships and buildings into pieces, and terrifying waves swallowed humans into the bottomless abyss. Even the temporary barriers built with rocks could not withstand the huge shadow lurking in people's hearts.

As if they knew that this was the final battle to decide the outcome, the demons in the sea temporarily united. Morax stood firmly at the border of Liyue territory with a spear, and the Dragon King Ruota was helping him. The flute god Qianluo was watching from a distant hilltop with a bamboo flute in his hand. For a moment, the situation was magnificent and invincible.

The frightened sea demon was so great that it tactically paused its offensive, and both sides took a short break.

But it is also like a sharp sword hanging high in the air, ready for a decisive battle.

However, careful citizens discovered that the Xiao God, who used to always appear in pairs beside the Geo Emperor, now roamed around every corner of Liyue, understanding the people's sentiments and resolving their concerns.

Morax appeared at different times from him, and often stayed with the polite, strong and steady Dragon King Ruota to discuss the battle situation and control the defense facilities and battlefield layout.

As if someone had done it on purpose, Liyue, without Shen Qianluo's advice, still had individuals who could communicate with the future Rock God on an equal footing.

It is said that time is the most wearing. Today, Morax already possesses the vision and mind of a king that ordinary demons do not have.

As a new generation of Dragon King, Ruota has gone through several years of tempering in the mortal world. Compared with a single auxiliary demon god, his super combat power can, to some extent, replace the strategic god Xiao Shen Qianluo.

I just wonder if Morax in the future will feel some emotion when he recalls this uninterrupted handover of comrades and partners.

However, this was not within the consideration of Shen Qianluo, who arranged all this.

Sometimes when he accidentally ran into Morax talking to Ruota on the road, he would quickly turn around and take a detour, ignoring Ruota's expression of wanting to say something but not being able to, and Morax's solemn eyes that never turned back.

Perhaps the king is destined to be lonely. Just because of a malicious misunderstanding by a high-ranking person in the Ninth Heaven, endless suspicions and cracks will be born, expanding and finally breaking due to their own reserved pride and responsibilities that cannot be taken lightly.

After all, except Ruota, no one dares to talk to the Rock King Emperor who is suppressing an endless aura of terror.

Even the strongest souls could not stand the countless battles and the passing of old friends. The king, who was burdened with heavy responsibilities, put on a mask made of black rock, with a frosty face and cold behavior, judging all the changes in the sea with an endless killing look.

The day of their breakup was the last time he saw his true face.

It was also the last time we communicated with each other from the bottom of our souls.

"I'll be in charge of the water management. I, Beichou, was born with supernatural powers, so it's not difficult for me to carry the mountains. Based on the idea of ​​your plan...Okay, just leave it to me, Old Dragon."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, temporarily transformed into a human form, and moved his injured and bandaged shoulder. Under his dark skin was a mouthful of dazzling white teeth.

“But Qianluo, you should pay more attention to Yixiao than me. He and Minghai… are usually very close, but he seems to be in a daze these days. I think he has lost a lot of weight.”

"Uncle Yixiao... well, I'll go visit him later." After thinking for a moment, Shen Qianluo nodded. Looking at Uncle Beichou, who had also lost weight after running around for several days, he suddenly asked, "However, you have been a member of the Immortal Family for a thousand years, but you still can't integrate into it?"

He was stunned when he heard that, but then he started laughing.

"I have a good relationship with that kid Marcosius, don't I? I am old, and I love comfort. Seeing everyone happy is enough for me. Qianluo, you and the Emperor... that's it. In the future, if I unfortunately die in battle, you must remember to build more statues for me in the Bishui River."

"After protecting humans for so many years, this dragon also wants to enjoy the feeling of being worshipped by others, hahahaha."

Looking at the expression of Bei Chou, who pretended to be heroic but was actually full of attachment to the mortal world, Shen Qianluo sighed helplessly and finally chuckled: "When we first met, you were so afraid of death, so don't be so stubborn now."

"You kid, you finally smiled."

"I am ashamed. Thank you for your care. I am very grateful."

The two of them passed each other, joking with each other.

In the future, there will indeed be a large number of statues of Beichou scattered along the banks of the Bishui River and in the flooded Dihuazhou.

However, all the hard work he had done for mankind has gradually been forgotten by people as time goes by.

There are only sporadic incense offerings recalled by the young man and his old friends, which are not as grand as imagined. Even a heroic person like Bei Chou can only smile helplessly, turn around and throw himself into the sparkling blue waves of the Bishui River, and flow into the endless cycle of life.

When Shen Qianluo found Yixiao, he was standing alone in front of the grave of his old friend.

The endless war made their free time extremely precious, and Yixiao had not eaten or drunk for several days, and after fighting mechanically, he stood in the cemetery in a daze. Looking around, there were countless heroic spirits lying silently in the mist.

Minghai Qixia Zhenjun's contribution to Liyue is undoubtedly huge. Today's alchemists have grown to a considerable size, thanks to his friendships with heroes and his advice in the past.

And he, Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun, was only benefiting from the power of the Emperor. How could he, with the hardest antlers in Liyue, walk behind him and be blocked by the swordplay by him?

That was the person he cherished the most, not the antlers he was proud of, but the only friend he recognized in his life, even though he was so proud.

"I...I should travel the world with my sword!"

"Then I will follow him and travel the world with my sword."

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'What a pity, you are still so stubborn and stubborn that you haven't improved at all, haha, hahaha.'

"Ming Hai! Damn it, don't even think about escaping today!"

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'Everyone, come and see, these are the new treasures I collected, they will definitely open your eyes! '

"Liuyun, I think Minghai's treasures are very good, why do you always come to find trouble?"

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"Ming Hai! Don't force yourself! I'm here, go back and rest!"

"Even though I die, the torch will be passed on. I died for a good cause. How happy! How happy! "

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"Ming Hai, you said... if you die, leaving me alone in this lonely world... what's the point?"

In the inky rain and blood mist, there are the deepest gazes of the young man and the alchemists who came to mourn, and the back of the immortal standing alone in the wind and rain.

“Take a break, Yixiao.” As Shen Qianluo glanced at him with concern, he met Yixiao’s speechless and dead eyes. The words he wanted to admonish him finally froze in his throat for a moment, and he chose to whisper softly, “If he were still here, he would definitely laugh at your current embarrassment. Yixiao… don’t linger any more, it’s time to say goodbye.”

"...Farewell?" He saw the arrogant immortal whose soul had long been shattered gradually come back to his senses, as if his soul had been peeled off and melted away. He stared at the cold tombstone and slowly lowered his head, "...Yes, goodbye..."

The hardest antlers pressed against the tombstone, accompanied by the coldest rain and the weakest cries in the sky.

"But Narumi…I still miss you so much."