Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

"Uh-huh, are we really going to a concentration camp for evil villagers?"

Outside the kingdom's temporary base, a large group of players had gathered - they were all summoned by Chris, who planned to have a good talk with the villagers about the trading system.

Yes, at first, it was the players from Teyvat who planned to come over to negotiate.

But when Greif learned of this, he insisted that the original players come in person.

"The players that the kingdom targets have always been people like us."

Greve said:

"But you are different. You...at least you haven't done anything wrong."

Covering up conflicts will never solve them, but will only make them worse.

The best thing to do is to face it.

Face everything you want to escape from, face everything you fear.

Greif looked up at the camp.

This place is still built very grandly, with emerald decorations everywhere. One can imagine how many priceless treasure chests there are inside.

If it were a long time ago, he would have treated this place as a BOSS spawning ground and ordered his men to challenge it, but now, times are different, and his state of mind has also changed.

The guards at the door all fell to the ground in pieces - they had been affected by the evil spirit doll before, and had experienced everything that happened to Mustard, and had not yet woken up from the desperate dream.

"Let's go."

Greif took a deep breath and walked in first.

Greg followed closely behind.

Chris followed with some concern: "Greg, how are you feeling now?"

After escaping from the control of the herobrine, it is generally difficult for the puppet to immediately and completely recover its body functions.

Especially for someone like Greg, who has become a high-level teleportation puppet substitute, enduring too much force is also an overload for his body.

"Don't worry about me." Greg shook his head and walked in with Chris at the end of the crowd.

The corridor was filled with broken limbs and arms of iron golems, emitting crackling lightning. All the nearby torches were knocked out, making the place look particularly eerie.

"You are just a small group that is not even an army... How dare you come here alone?"

The king supported his body with the emerald scepter and sat limply on the throne. The look he gave them was sinister but also complex.

Although he spoke arrogantly, if one looked around carefully, one would find that the arrogant king had no one capable of fighting for him, and only the empty throne stood beneath him.

"After killing the last Blasphemer, we obtained an Oracle."

Greif took out the ancient scroll and walked up to the stage. While observing the expressions of the people passing by, he threw it over as if it were a dropped object:

“You should see it.”

The king just glanced at it coldly, and after seeing the contents clearly, the "Oracle" was ignited by an unknown fire and completely turned into ashes and dissipated.

"You are the key to breaking the impasse... All oracles are burned after reading, but this one is the only one that remains intact no matter how many people see it. It turns out that it was waiting for you."

Chris muttered.

When the king heard this, his brows were still furrowed.

Just as he was about to speak, his voice was suddenly interrupted by a loud thunder outside, and then red and black rain began to fall.

Several iron golems that were paralyzed and lying outside were drenched by the rain. Their already dead bodies began to flicker red again, and soon rusted into a ball of rotten iron, turning into fallen objects and disappearing.

It's not just this group of dead creatures.

The animals or monsters resting on the lawn were drenched by the rain and suffered huge damage. They were reduced to dust before they could even make a few roars.

Other than that, the cubes aren't much better.

The green lawn was polluted by the rain and turned directly into brown wasteland, and then disappeared bit by bit.

Similarly, there are wooden blocks, stone blocks, red bricks...it's just a matter of collecting them sooner or later.

"Corrosion... the whole world will be corroded!"

Mustard watched all this from the window, and his excited voice resounded throughout the hall:

"By then, everyone will die, and the entire original world will turn into a bare bedrock world... Without villagers, players, animals, and monsters, this world will usher in permanent peace..."

No one dared to speak.

They looked at each other in bewilderment and listened to all this.

Mustard's throat trembled and he slowly uttered the last few words.

"…and Entropy."