The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

"Oh my, the last time I saw you was probably... thousands of years ago." The Tornado Demon God, the Lone King of the High Tower, Diekarapian, clicked his tongue, his tone was relaxed and gentle, like he was reminiscing with an old friend after a chance encounter, rather than facing the mortal enemy who pushed him off the throne.

Barbatos remained silent, his fingers subconsciously placed on the strings of the Sky Harp, his beautiful green eyes flashing with a captivating light.

Behind the two gods, clouds were constantly moving. The flowing clouds behind Diecarapian formed a dark tornado that penetrated the sky and the earth, while behind Barbatos, the clouds were like free elves, flying and jumping freely in the air without forming any specific symbolic symbols.

The tornado that destroys the world and the cloud spirit that creates life are like two gods with different reigns, one imposes power on the people, and the other gives freedom to believers.

"I saw signs that you would return, but I didn't expect it to be at this time," Barbatos said.

"Oh? What do you say?"

"You don't think that you, who have lost your throne, are a match for me as the ruler." Barbatos' voice was full of arrogance and disdain. This gentle god rarely lost his composure. Diekarapian's destruction of Mond had completely angered him.

Diekarapian still used an uninhibited tone and said lazily: "It seems that there is nothing to talk about?"

"Capture you, it's not too late to talk later!"

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two gods suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth.

No, they did not disappear. The silent and invisible battle of wind elements was fiercely unfolding in this place without sky and earth. The thick clouds were torn apart by unknown forces again and again, and they were indomitable and closed again and again. Black light and green light flashed alternately, occupying the color of the sky. Barbatos and Dekalapian were so fast that even Tevarin could not catch their figures. Sometimes, at the same time, there would be five or six afterimages of the two gods. But in the eyes of their old enemies, the speed of the other party was just so fast.

"You've become weaker, Barbatos!" Dikarapian laughed wildly, and his body made of clouds and mist collapsed strangely, narrowly avoiding the arrow of divine power shot out from between Barbatos' strings. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of pure wind elements directly from the air and threw it at Barbatos.

Barbatos snorted coldly and moved aside to avoid the black elemental force. He flapped his wings behind him and instantly rushed in front of Diekarapian. A stream of green light flashed past, and his palm directly pierced Diekarapian's left chest. The extreme wind element exploded in his body, blasting Diekarapian's body back to the state of clouds.

"You too." Barbatos said calmly as he looked at Decarabian who had reappeared not far away.

Afterwards, both sides rushed towards each other again, and the black light and the green light collided with a loud bang.

Tevarin was completely powerless to intervene in such a battle, and even continuing to stay on the battlefield might threaten his life. Helplessly, he had to flap his wings and fly farther to avoid being accidentally injured by the divine power released by the two gods.

It is very difficult to determine the winner for gods of the same status and authority. Because both sides are very familiar with the strength and characteristics of the other's power, and have almost the same control over the elemental force. Sometimes, a strong wind that is strong enough to grind a mountain into a plain can be dissipated into nothingness by the other side with just a snap of the fingers (Is it Herzog?). They themselves are the symbol of elemental force, just like a flame can never burn out another flame. In such a war, the strength of the elemental control is no longer important.

What they fight for is their own divine bodies, the authority that supports their personalities, and the experience accumulated over a long period of time.

The experience of killing gods!

The sound of chanting resounded throughout the sky. In such a battle, Barbatos actually had the time and energy to chant a magnificent war song! The wind elements of the heavens responded to his god. Thousands of winds gathered from all directions and surrounded Barbatos, forming a green and misty ring.

God's Gift: God's Speed. As the bard of the wind god, his singing really provides benefits to the warriors who hear it. Now, Barbatos has chosen himself as the object of the benefit, and with the blessing of the benefit, his speed has increased by a tiny bit.

The price he paid was that because he was distracted by the chanting, Barbatos was caught off guard and was attacked by Diakarabian, who slapped him in the stomach and knocked him dozens of meters away.

At this point in the battle, both sides are evenly matched.

"Hey? Aren't you curious about how I regained my priesthood and power after losing my throne as the God of Wind?" Diekarapian suddenly stopped and asked in confusion.

Barbatos touched his chest subconsciously.

“I roughly guessed it.” He replied.

"Since you guessed it, why did you still keep it?" Decarapian looked even more shocked, and even the blurry face made of chaotic clouds seemed to be distorted. He wanted to scratch his head, but he forgot that he was made of clouds now, and his fingers went straight into his head, which looked both absurd and terrifying.

"That's not what you should ask." Barbatos replied indifferently.

The next second, a strong wind blew around him. A blue tornado appeared behind Barbatos. He put his hands together and then opened them to both sides like pushing a door. The tornado also split into two with his movement, like two giant statues supporting the sky, guarding both sides of Barbatos.

"I'll say it one last time, remove the rain disaster and repent to me." Between Barbatos' ten fingers, blue spots of light were jumping with long star tracks. That was the embodiment of His starry sky constellation, which was transformed into the power of wind by Barbatos with his supreme power and added to his own attack.

Strictly speaking, this power belongs to the starry sky, and the wind element that is contaminated by it will also change, from pure natural thousand winds to starry winds that contain part of the authority of the starry sky, and will no longer be bound by the authority of the Diekarapian wind.

This was Barbatos' trump card, a means he had been preparing since he foresaw the return of Diekarapian. He knew very well that he could not defeat the Tornado Demon God who had experienced the War of Demon Gods by conventional means. If he wanted to win, he could only take unconventional measures, relying on small means and preparations for the backhand.

The demon god of tornadoes was defeated by tornadoes, which was also a poetic and elegant thing. Barbatos waved his hands, and two tornadoes swept towards Diekarapian at a speed that did not match their huge size. Before Diekarapian could dodge, the green hurricane completely engulfed his cloud body that seemed to be shattered at the touch of a finger.

It's over... Barbatos slowly lowered his hands, looking at the clouds gradually dispersing under his feet, thinking silently.

It seems that one more old friend has been lost.

At this moment, the cumulonimbus clouds that had dissipated condensed again, and the heavy rain that had stopped for only a moment began to wash the land of Mond again.

“Barbatos, although you guessed the reason why I was able to revive, I still don’t understand why God would give me something like the Heart of the Seven Ruling Gods…”

In the blue tornado, Decarapian's deep voice sounded again. This time, he did not pretend to be lazy, but showed the majestic side of a lonely king of the tower. He walked out of two tornadoes that were strong enough to destroy the Dragon Spine Snow Mountain with a nonchalant manner, and looked down at Barbatos as if educating a younger generation.

"You, who possess the Heart of God, will never understand the true meaning of the wind element. Now, let me teach you what I have learned in the past thousand years!"