The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

The battle started again. The fierce wind was like a raging dragon that had broken free, venting its endless anger to the world.

The fighting style of both sides has not changed much from before, and they are still competing to see who is faster and more ruthless. The emerald green and the dead black collide again and again, blooming gorgeous colors in the air, which is very beautiful.

There was another fierce clash. A circle of space ripples spread out with the point where the two gods collided as the center. The clouds that touched it were annihilated silently. Even Tevarin had to retreat again, not daring to collide head-on with the space ripples.

At this time, the Sky Harp in Barbatos's hand had disappeared. This artifact that could command a thousand winds could not adapt to this fast-fighting style of battle, and was taken back by Barbatos. Now in his hands were two emerald green daggers, and the blades flashing with cold light pierced straight into Diekarapian's right shoulder.

As for Diecarpian, there was nothing in his hand, but the tip of his cloud-like fingers stretched out a pitch-black claw, which fiercely pierced into Barbatos's naked abdomen. The blackness spread from the wound like a spider web, climbing on Barbatos's white skin. As the black air spread, Barbatos felt his body getting heavier and heavier. He wanted to pull away from Diecarpian, but found that he seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible wall and could only move in the smallest range, unable to escape from Diecarpian's control. The dagger in his hand seemed to be cast into the body of the rock god, and no matter how hard he tried, it did not move at all.

The howling thousand winds fell silent. Barbatos was now isolated and helpless except for Tevarin in the distance!

"The power of wind lies in its flow," Diocarapian pulled out the claws that had been inserted into Barbatos' abdomen, put them to his nose, sniffed the golden divine blood dripping on it, and slapped Barbatos' chest with his backhand, throwing him away: "Wind that cannot flow must be powerless."

"And my authority is the 'still wind'!"

The black light rose straight up, scorching, claustrophobic, deadly, lonely, and all kinds of ominous omens appeared one after another... A black throne emerged in the black light, and lonely ghosts howled and held out the crown forged by death, crowning the former Lone King of the Tower, now Sinner of the Wind, Diekarapian, for the second time!

Without the Heart of God and the grace bestowed by Sky Island, Diekarapian actually created a new godhood on his own!

Barbatos covered the wound on his abdomen and gasped violently. Although the elemental power was nourishing the wound and it was recovering rapidly, the vibration and wailing coming from the Heart of God made his head hurt extremely.

From the time of Diocletian's coronation, Barbatos felt that a force had completely escaped his control. The authority of the wind was no longer complete, and a very important branch had become independent forever.

That branch is called Silence, Diocletian, which is the demon of silence.

Barbatos stood up straight, and the wind elements around him began to whistle again. In an instant, the hurricane-like tide swept towards Diekarapian under the guidance of the wind god. At the same time, a blue dragon breath swept past from the side and hit Diekarapian.

It was Tevarin. When Barbatos was repelled, this follower of the wind god risked his life and fought back to the battlefield.

Even if they are powerless, even if they are seriously injured, the people of wind will never surrender to silence!

In response to Barbatos and Tevarin's counterattack, Diekarapian simply smiled contemptuously. He sat upright on the throne and raised his hand slightly. The violent wind and dragon breath that overturned the world seemed to have been paused, suspended in mid-air.

But the next second, He had to stand up, because Barbatos seemed not to see the futility of his attack. He stepped on Tevarin's head with his bare feet, holding the heavy sword made of wind element in his hand, and chopped down heavily on Him. In a trance, Dekarapian seemed to see the smiling young knight again. That ordinary boy and this damn wind elemental elf tore His stable rule into pieces of broken dreams.

If the thousand winds no longer howl, then I will become the storm, ride on a dragon, and roar at the world!

"Barbatos, you were as naive as a child a thousand years ago, and now you are still so unreasonable!" Decarapian roared, his sharp claws lifted up, slamming towards the heavy sword with absolute death and silence.

Under the sky, above the clouds, on one side are the singing of thousands of winds, the roaring of dragons, and the shouts of young men, and on the other side is the deafening silence. Even the swift black claws that seem to be able to cut through time are silent, just like death, there is no solemn declaration, only loneliness.

The expected collision did not happen. In the moment before the claw and the sword collided, both of them were strangely frozen in mid-air. The whistling wind disappeared at this moment, and Tevarin's roar also became silent. Between heaven and earth, only the voice of Diekarapian echoed:

"Barbatos, I once said that you won, but the wind of freedom did not win. That is why I can return, so that I can forge a new godhood of authority."

"Heavenly principles, God's heart, believers, and the ruling party, you clearly know that as long as these things exist, freedom will always be a false proposition. Why are you unwilling to face this point?"

"Barbatos! Don't tell me that after I came back, you still don't know what the Heart of God is used for!" Dicaprian's surging anger almost ignited the sky.

It was dusk, and although it was raining, the red sun could still be seen sinking slowly under the sea of ​​clouds. In the red sunset, Barbatos looked like a beautiful young nun, throwing herself into the holy fire for her faith.

“Yes.” He spoke. Although Barbatos’ voice could not be heard due to the power of silence, Dikarabian, who was facing Him, could easily read His meaning from his lips.

"I understand what God's heart is, and I also understand what Heaven's Law means. You feel that humans are Heaven's chains that bind you, so you enslave them, oppress them, and want to negotiate with Heaven's Law. I understand all of this, but this is no reason for you to deprive your subjects of their freedom."

“They are worthy of being my subjects!” Decarabian said angrily. In his rage, his temporary body showed signs of disintegration. “You creatures of the wind are my subjects. What are humans?!”

"You see, this is the difference between you and me." In such a situation, Barbatos could actually laugh. He smiled and said, "I regard them as my subjects, so I allow them freedom, even if it is false."

"I promised him that if anyone is trapped in a windless place..."

"I will play songs of freedom and hope for the lost!"