Honkai Impact: Capturing the Little Herrschers starting with Sirin

A white light flashed, and the divine monument disappeared.

At the same place, accompanied by the exploding thunder, a ray of lightning shot up into the sky, and its explosive power seemed to melt the stars.

"Oh?"

In the deepest part of the thunder, a tall figure slowly stepped into sight.

A familiar face, but without those distinctive horns.

The white armor on his body, the lightning rings that rotate like a silver moon, and the pair of white thunder wings.

"Just now, I went to capture some information about you humans."

The image of the stickman is more three-dimensional, although the lines are still very simple...

However, you can clearly feel that his painting style is more realistic, and the expressions on his face are richer and more natural.

"How terrifying! Are you humans already so powerful?"

She took a step forward, walked down the empty stairs one step at a time, and her sighs continued to echo in her ears with every step she took.

"Emperors, immortal kings, saints, superheroes, universe-destroying gems, magicians, summoners, and mechas that are bigger than galaxies."

"Compared to those messes, you..."

He paused and glanced at the silver-white thunder with a playful look.

“It seems more normal.”

"..."

"..."

Okay, another one is misleading.

But from his playful eyes, one could tell whether He believed it or not was another matter.

"However, there is one thing I cannot help but lament. When you humans are about to be wiped out, you always have a temporary breakthrough, burst out, and obtain something called "plug-in"."

"At first I was curious, but now..."

He looked Raiden Mei up and down at the moment, looking at the handsome armor that almost had "I'm cheating" written on her face, and her aura that had completely changed.

"It's been upgraded."

"One knife." The seven thunders of sin purification were launched, and the figure of Raiden Mei flashed. She stood in the sky and looked down at him on the ground.

"Let's go back to the topic at the beginning. I only need one knife."

"..."

There is no doubt that these words are tantamount to completely ignoring Him.

But He understood that this time, like the last time, it was not an arrogant declaration, but a plain oath to a predetermined outcome.

The only difference is that last time it was a trick, but this time, it was an absolute gap in strength.

"Yes, I believe it."

Xukong sat cross-legged, always like this. He had always been like this. He did not become arrogant because of the advantage he gained, nor did he regret for missing the opportunity.

"Newborn God, if you get rid of that annoying foreign god, you..."

Supporting the round matchstick man's head, the pupils reflect the appreciation of a senior for a newcomer.

"He is the first god of mankind."

"Proud?"

"..."

"So..." Answering the question irrelevantly, Mei Raiden took a step forward, and the white thunder blocked the space with the place where her footsteps landed as the center.

"Are you going to run away?"

"..."

"???"

He glanced at the blocked space around him.

"You didn't give me a chance either."

"and……"

Obviously the situation has completely changed, but this guy still treats the newcomers with an equal attitude as he did at the beginning.

Just as he never showed any contempt for Mei Raiden when she was as small as dust in front of him, he never retreated after the situation turned around.

We are equal, always the same.

and……

"I've said it before. For me right now, seeing the wonderful demeanor of a weapon is more important than anything else."

"Of course, this also includes this insignificant ..."

"Life? Or consciousness?"

"Forget it. It's up to you how you want to interpret it. As long as you can understand it, it's fine."

"..."

Can you imagine? Mei Raiden suddenly doesn't hate these ancient gods so much anymore.

And for some reason, this matchstick man looks a bit sloppy, a bit perfunctory, a bit cannon fodder, and a bit hopeless.

But at this time, there was a different kind of...

Appreciative...

personality??

That's right! Although each of these ancient gods is quite idiotic, in layman's terms, they are brain-dead.

But you know what, they all have quite unique personalities.

It is the kind of pride that makes them follow their own preferences even when they know they are going to die.

No matter how strong you are, you have to kill me in my home court!

"bring it on."

Raise your hand.

This time he really had some skills, and he added five points on his stick.

"I will use all I have to honor your first strike after your arrival!"

Weapons gleaming with golden light flew into the sky and circled upwards.

It was like ten thousand swords returning to their origin. No, the number could no longer be described as ten thousand.

This time, the world was surrounded and gathered by endless weapons, like a golden dragon covering the sky and earth, lurking with its head raised.

"Are you ready?"

The corners of his mouth were stretched into a slightly excited wicked smile, and his pupils, yes, the pupils of the matchstick man turned blood red and shrank, and combined with the blooming red, it actually made people feel a sense of fear.

"I want to leave a mark on that monument!"

Stretch out a finger and gently slide it across the front.

The golden light covered the sky, and countless weapons were like sea wolves in the sky, pressing towards the location where Raiden Mei was!

This is all He has, all the power He can mobilize at the moment.

With all the weapons and strength he can use, and with confidence and expectation, he welcomes the might of the new god.

"call……"

Exhaling slowly, facing the last rays of light from the will of an ancient god, Raiden Mei simply slowly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The blade slid through the scabbard, making a sharp buzzing sound.

Draw the knife.

A very slow cut.

Immediately after the blade leaves the body, a barrier spreads out and the space freezes.

It was just a moment, the majesty under the thunder at this moment.

Facing this light, the waves exploded, the golden dragon dissipated, and all the weapons were shattered by thunder and turned into stars in the sky and scattered everywhere.

He took a step forward, walked in the air, and walked in the ocean of broken weapons. Lightning shot out from his body, interweaving, bouncing, and linking with each other on the weapon fragments, projecting a huge lightning net in the sky.

"I will leave a sword mark there for you."

If we were to find a way to record Him who was facing him at this moment, then perhaps this knife alone would be all that was needed, just a small knife mark on the divine monument.

This was Mei Raiden's own choice, and it was the first time that the historian's pen fell freely.

There are no words, no narrative, no story, only an ordinary trace.

A ray of light that represents the testimony of an ancient god's death.

He wanted to tell Him in front of him that there was nothing wrong with your persistence, nor was it ridiculous.

The knife you seek is brought by me, so...

"Look at the lightning flashing by this knife..."

"Cleansing away the afterglow of the past."