Genshin Impact: I am the only one who can bring disaster to Teyvat

"Uh……"

Slowly and silently, he slipped into the castle tower, standing on tiptoe as if to cover the sound of his flying. Paimon moved forward cautiously, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"Paimon."

"what--"

Someone patted my shoulder gently from behind, and a light, ghostly voice called me. A chilling cold air blew in my face, and goose bumps appeared on my exposed skin.

Paimon's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he held his head and screamed: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, Paimon is not delicious at all! Paimon is so thin that he can't satisfy your appetite at all, go find someone bigger!"

Facing the bloody mouth that was completely foreseeable behind him, Paimon didn't even think of resisting. He kicked hard in the air with both feet, trying to increase his flying speed and quickly escape from this ominous place.

At the same time, she was secretly resentful in her heart and would not step into the castle tower for at least half a month.

We have to wait for others to discover this ghost and get rid of it, otherwise Paimon will fall into his hands...

Skinning, lingchi, beheading, quartering, all five punishments, boiling...

After this set of processes, I don’t know whether Paimon will become Paimon-chan, but Paimon will definitely become Paimon Banquet.

"It's me." Voices came again, even lighter than before, but this time the voice was more familiar. Paimon stopped his escape and looked back cautiously with half belief and half doubt.

The familiar people made familiar voices and looked flesh and blood, alive and well. They didn't seem sad because they couldn't eat normal food after becoming a ghost, and they didn't look like they were pretending to be alive.

Paimon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes moving downwards to the ice box held in the arms of the god-servant Sakurasai. Through the hazy blue ice, he could vaguely see a kind of charred powder stored inside.

She looked suspicious and asked, "Isn't this an urn?"

The value is doubtful.

Earlier, General Lei Dian had just used his great power, and now the samurai god Yingzai was holding a box that looked like an urn. No matter how you think about it, these two things are deeply related.

"Yes." The biting coldness emanating from the ice seemed nothing. The attendant Yingzhai gently stroked the urn in his arms, his eyes full of pity and regret, "I have known her for more than ten years, and I never thought that she would turn into a wisp of ashes today."

"For the sake of our past friendship, I really don't want to witness her being blown away by the wind and turned into the most ordinary ash in the world, so I asked others for a box to use as an urn." The look on the face of the attendant god Yingzhai couldn't help but be a little nostalgic, as if he remembered how they were when they were together in the past.

"When I am tired, she is the best harbor; when I am diligent, she is the best support; when I fight, she is the best weapon. I just picked her up and took a photo of the Eightfold God a few days ago..."

Why does it sound so unlike a human? ... Paimon was slightly puzzled, but soon felt relieved. After all, judging from the character of the God of Servant Sakurasai, humans are also a kind of weapon.

On the contrary, the guess about the artifact was not very reliable, otherwise the two of them would have affected the artifact during the fight, and it would have been impossible for it to exist for more than ten years.

Paimon came forward and gently patted the somewhat cold arm of the attendant god Yingsai, and comforted him in a warm voice: "Everyone will die one day, it doesn't matter whether you die early or late. Her death last time was not meaningless."

"As one of the few people who was personally executed by General Raiden in the past five hundred years, she deserves to be left a blank line by the scholars of Inazuma to record her deeds and name. I believe that she will always be by your side as she goes down in history."

"Yes~ So I can't fall because of this death. We will meet again at the end of the journey. Everything will be there... Are you planning to leave like this?"

The attendant Yingzhai turned his head with tears in his eyes and asked, "She gave her life for you, but you neither mourn nor grieve for her. Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night? Aren't you afraid that one day in the future you will think of this day and feel a strong sense of shame in your heart?"

"That flying table didn't leave even a trace of ash. The things in the box in your arms were all the wood you burned afterwards."

The attendant Yingzhai said confidently: "So what? You dare to say that the substitute is not the real thing? Humph~ As long as you question the authenticity of this ashes, I will make sure you can't leave the castle tower."

"...I hope you are doing well in the leyline."

Having experienced the incident where General Thunder started with zero frame, Rosaline didn't dare to be tough at all. It would be fine if she died on the road to sacrificing her life for the Queen's plan, but being forced to die by taking the blame for her colleagues was a bit too aggrieved.

The Executor is undoubtedly a figure that can be recorded in the history of Solstice. If the Fatui of the future learn from the Executors of the past, she will undoubtedly sit at the same table with the previous generation of "servants"...

This was not part of the plan!

"Can I go now?" Rosalyn asked calmly after An Jing finished reading a long eulogy.

"Don't forget what you promised me." The attendant Yingzhai looked at the urn in his arms lovingly, "She used her life to save yours. Don't let her sacrifice go to waste, and don't forget your promise."

"How could I forget? I'll bring you Scaramucci's arm."

Rosalyn gritted her teeth.

Everything started because of Scaramucci. If he hadn't come up with some bad idea, would he have been almost forced to interrupt the plan to collect the Heart of God?

"But why do you only want his hand? I think his head would be more to your liking."

"..."

The attendant god Yingzhai was indifferent and silent, with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Rosalyn saw the doubt in his eyes.

"You think I can't kill Scaramucci?"

"According to what you said, the Fatui executive officers are ranked according to their strength. I think it would be difficult for the eighth seat to defeat the sixth seat."

"Killing him and leaving his arm are about the same difficulty. Scaramucci cherishes his body more than you think. Even Dotole can only crack most of the puppet technology used by General Raiden. It is impossible to restore it perfectly."

Who would have thought that the rumored god of thunder Baalzebub, who seemed to have a dull mind, was actually a highly skilled god?

"I remember that the puppet technology used by General Raiden should be derived from Kanreya's mechanical technology, right?"

"Lord Baalzebub added a little of his own understanding."

The samurai Sakurasai chuckled and replied, "Killing him and leaving behind his arm are indeed about the same difficulty, but you're not the only executive officer who would cause trouble for him, and you're not the only one who was nearly implicated."

"You two can indeed create the illusion of his death, but you cannot really save him. Saving his arm is my greatest hope for you. Of course, all this is based on the premise that you do not fight to the death."

"Arecchino?"

"I don't want Pepe to get involved in your affairs. Anyway, you will meet each other. Before that, please allow me to keep a little expectation for you. I hope you can find him smoothly and meet my expectations."

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"You are very lucky. Your uncle happened to pass by that village that day. He was very thirsty that day. Fortunately, his fellow travelers gave him a sunset fruit, a very thirst-quenching sunset fruit."

"According to my judgment, the blood poison inflicted by the fox cannot kill you directly. The elemental power will make your life more robust, but that's all."

“You can survive the outbreak of the poison, but you will lose your elemental power afterwards, and your God’s Eye will no longer respond to you. The blood poison will clear the characteristics of Teyvat in your soul, and you will become someone who does not belong to Teyvat.”

"It's a very subtle curse. Are you interested in experiencing a more mysterious power through it? There is a high possibility that you will become a creature of the abyss. In that case, you will definitely be stronger than you are now."

"The previous tragedy was caused by insufficient power. If your power was enough to overthrow the entire Teyvat, why would he deliberately warn you..."

“That’s enough!”

The ship, cutting through the waves, gradually approached Bayun Island. The conversation of the past still lingered in his mind, and the deep feelings of the past were looming. Tartaglia clenched his fists.

The culprit of this incident is hiding on this island in front of us, and...

"Can you sleep well now, having caused the deaths of more than 800 people?"