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

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The telescope was rotated and stretched, and the alchemical lines engraved on the barrel flowed with a cool light, giving the transparent lens a different function. The dazzling thunderstorm was divided into two elemental forces of different colors in the hands of the holder.

Ying carefully observed the pattern of the flow of purple and white lightning elemental light particles, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement: "What a violent lightning elemental force, it doesn't look like a naturally formed thunderstorm."

"Isn't this a decision that can be made without any observation at all?"

Paimon put her hands on her hips and immediately rolled her eyes when she heard the traveler's judgment.

"In Inazuma, natural thunderstorms cannot form at all. This is the kingdom of the God of Thunder. Everything related to thunder is under the control of the gods, just like Mondstadt has never suffered any disasters related to wind."

Ying touched his chin, observed carefully for a moment, and asked: "Do you think the white lightning seems a little familiar? It seems to vaguely outline the appearance of the idiot fox."

Paimon raised his finger and poked the telescope that the traveler still held in his hand, rolled his eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "We can't see the thunderstorm directly above Inazuma Castle with just our naked eyes, okay..."

"It seems to have indeed outlined the shape of a fox, with four tails behind it... no, five!" His eyes were shining as he stared at the gradually expanding thunderstorm. His round body trembled slightly, and all the hair on Gobain's body stood up.

"Something seems to be wrong now. Two different elemental forces are confronting each other. Master Gobazo has noticed that the crisis is gradually approaching. We are likely to be affected."

Stomping hard on the seal under his feet, Gozo suggested urgently: "We can't stay here any longer! If they start a fight, there is a high possibility that they will target the innocent Gozo-sama. The farther away we are from now, the better!"

The voice was full of urgency. The fat civet cat wanted to take the people around him and leave immediately. However, when he turned around, he found that there was no one left around him. There was only a wisp of fallen leaves blowing by, slowly drifting into the bottomless pit.

Another silent abandonment. Gobazo shook his little tail behind him in dissatisfaction, took a step forward and planned to run towards the Guardian Forest, at least to take away the tribesmen hiding in there first.

It would be bad if a thunderbolt struck...

As Gobaizang was worried in his heart, his chubby body began to fall downwards. He was surrounded by a strong sense of imbalance and his body fell towards the deepest part of the pit without resistance.

The sharp sword blade was inserted horizontally on the surrounding rock walls. With his left hand pulling Hanasari and a little Paimon on his head, Ying watched Gobazo fall and clicked his tongue with a little regret.

"Gobain is a little too big, otherwise I wouldn't have left him alone like a tanuki. But why did the seal suddenly break? It looks like there are still a lot left."

Looking up at the sky that was no longer blocked by a seal, the authentic yellow elemental light particles flowed on the blade, blocking the power of thunder from corroding the iron. Paimon held the telescope and looked for a good opportunity, while Ying stepped on the rock wall with one foot.

"what--!"

Surrounded by a strong feeling of imbalance, Paimon couldn't help but tighten her grip on the traveler's hair. Large gulps of cool air poured in, making her shouts sound like mumbles.

However, the fall was not a long process. Paimon quickly struggled to get up from Gobain's fat belly. She shook her crushed arm and looked around:

"It's just as bad as before. There are lightning elements and filthy residues everywhere. It's a beautiful-looking cherry tree, but its roots have to deal with these evils. Is this the price of being cared for?"

"The sacred cherry tree is not an ordinary cherry tree. The sacred tree that protects Inazuma must inevitably bear some responsibilities." Observing the surrounding situation, Ying's face couldn't help but look a little solemn:

"The layout here is different from the previous ones. There is nothing here that is needed for the ceremony. We may not be able to actively guide the filth in the roots of the sacred cherry tree for purification."

"...I will definitely teach that idiot fox a lesson when we get back. Let's see what conspiracy you have here. We are just puppets at the mercy of others now. We cannot take the initiative in anything."

She kicked the stone with her toes, and the gurgling sound echoed in the empty space. Ying had already decided how to play with the idiot fox. She had to turn him into a tattered ball of velvet!

"The traveler is probably thinking about something impossible." Paimon lowered his head curiously and fiddled with the sparse weeds on the ground that were still able to grow under the erosion of the lightning element.

Life always finds its way, just like a mascot always finds something very strange.

"Traveler, what do you think are the things carved on the ground? It looks very eerie, as if some strange ceremony is going to be held next."

Scarlet lines were revealed as the weeds were pushed aside. Hua Sanli stared at the lines in a daze. A pain like a needle prick instantly surged through her brain, and broken fragments of memory flickered blurrily before her eyes.

Gobazo recalled vaguely, "I remember seeing it somewhere. Kitsusai-gū was studying similar blueprints a few times. It seemed to be some kind of sacrificial ritual..."

‘Rumble—’

Thunderbolts tore through the dark sky, and dazzling lightning struck down, illuminating several faces, then dimming them. Scattered raindrops fell, and the dry hair was gradually dampened by the hazy mist.

"It's raining, boss."

"It's thundering, boss."

"It's windy, boss!"

Urgent urging sounded in his ears. Arata Ichito swung his strong arms, lifted the spliced ​​wooden board high, and laughed proudly: "Even if it hail, we don't have to be afraid now! With this thing in hand, we can go anywhere in the world!"

Patting his shoulders that were wet from the rain, Arataki Ichito took the lead and stepped out with the wooden board in hand. The younger brothers standing beside him followed closely like shadows. Although the spliced ​​wooden boards did not look very beautiful, they were very effective in keeping out the rain.

Now their shoulders will no longer be wet from the rain.

"As expected of you, Boss!"

"It has to be you, Boss!"

"There's someone over there, Boss!"

A voice that was inconsistent with the previous two sentences sounded, and following the finger that was raised to guide, Arataki Ichito looked at the group of people moving forward in the dark rain. They didn't seem to be good people.

Arata Ichito naturally understood that one should not judge a person by his appearance. After all, there are always people who look like good people but are not good people, and there are also people who do not look like good people but are good people.

But this group of people really don’t look like good people!

What kind of good person would hold people hostage with a knife?

The heavy mace hit the ground, and tiny cracks spread out in all directions. Aratake Ichito looked at a guy holding a jar in a unique way and said, "You, the unique guy, should be their boss, right?"

"Now let go of these innocent people, or don't blame me for being rude. Even though I don't have the Eye of God anymore, I will still teach you a painful lesson."

The ghost tribe never lacks brute force. The heavy mace in Arawaki Ichito's hand looks like an ordinary weapon. With a casual kick of his toes, the mace is lightly carried on his shoulder.

"Don't waste any more time talking to this guy, just kill him!"

Holding the fox spirit that was most likely to be used as a retreat in his hand, Murata shouted harshly.

For this kind of people who don't look like good people, the so-called control will only restrict their hands and feet. Now they should carry out more correct and decisive killing. Can this ghost tribe really defeat so many of them?

If they really had such strength to defeat a hundred people alone, the ghost tribe would not have fallen into such a state of decline after losing the leadership of the red ghost, who was a follower of Ming Shen. The powerful military force would attract many people willing to follow.

All in all, all in all...

To sum it up in one sentence, at this moment, the advantage is mine!