Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

When he crawled out of the tunnel, the young bard turned around and saw the huge Wind Dragon City, which was already covered in flames.

The burning city even lit up the stormy sky. The whole city was filled with disturbing shouts.

Is what I did really right? If there hadn't been this riot, there wouldn't have been so many casualties, right?

Even though it had come to this, the young bard hesitated...

Holding a small harp, he was hesitant to play the music symbolizing the general attack. Even his fingers that plucked the strings were shaking uncontrollably.

“Not all wars are meaningless. The choice of this path is not yours alone, but the common choice of the thousands of people behind you.

Don't be afraid, believe in yourself and believe in all of them! Maybe the current king is not a bad person, but when he stands against all the people and strangles their future.

He has already committed an unforgivable crime, so let's get started. Don't let down the martyrs who have fought for us!"

Jiraiya, who has personally experienced many wars, is of course an anti-war person, or at least not a war fanatic.

But being anti-war does not mean denying all wars. When people hold high the banner that war is wrong, do those martyrs who sacrificed their lives to defend their country become unjust?

At this moment, the wind on the top of the tower started to blow again, as if a huge tornado was gathering!

"Such power? Is Diekarapian crazy? He wants to completely destroy the entire Wind Dragon City! And he is obviously so weak, does he want the whole city to be buried with him?!"

The white cat seemed to understand something and couldn't help but exclaimed!

"Hmph, it seems. God is indeed a loving person. When he dies, he always takes his most beloved things with him to be buried with him!"

Jiraiya was somewhat sarcastic. Even the extremely gentle Heulia had many humans buried with her before she disappeared. After all, the residual energy of the demon god when he died was terrifying enough.

"What's the solution?"

"Solution? Yes, either you have enough power in the opposite direction to offset it. Or, kill this lunatic before he finishes accumulating enough power!"

"How long?"

"Looking at this trend, it should be fully charged in 20 minutes."

Listening to the white cat's words, the young bard realized that he could no longer hesitate and plucked the strings. He couldn't let the many sacrifices he had made before go to waste!

I have to say that the bard's skills are so superb that he can play such passionate music with such soft music.

This is the talent of human beings! It is also the passion of human beings!

As the wind elves controlled the wind, the music spread to every corner of Mondstadt. In Wind Dragon City, the music also rang out in various places.

The song of joy is something that tyrants like Diocletian, the lonely king of the high tower, hate.

Not to mention, the song at this moment symbolizes the negation of his regime!

"Rise up! We are free Monds! We are born free! We will break free from the shackles that bind us everywhere!"

Humankind united in the song, even women and the elderly raised hammers and shovels to build cities and walked on the front line of blood and fire!

This wall of freedom made of flesh and blood could not be broken even by the powerful dragon people! The dragon people in the tower had to come out in full force to suppress it.

And at this moment, Diekarapian became the real lonely king of the tower!

The angry dragon finally showed up again. In desperation, he flapped his wings and created a huge wind. With just a slight flap, he tore the protesting torrent into pieces.

"Damn it! After twenty minutes, we couldn't even climb up this tower! Not to mention this impenetrable wind wall!" The young bard complained about his own incompetence.

"I can help everyone. I want to see the world you sing about with you. Can we do that?"

"Wait! Wendy! You've sacrificed enough! There's no need to go on like this! After all, you're not a human being, you don't have to be like this!"

"…Am I not a human? It doesn't matter."

Wind elves have no expression, or humans cannot understand their expressions. But, Wendy is sad, right?

Moreover, this time he did not listen to the bard's words. He actually forcibly consumed his own strength to fight against the power of wind with the Tornado Demon God, the Lone King of the Tower, Diekarapian!

And Jiraiya and others have added a layer of "Blessing of the Wind"!

It can use its own wind elemental power to speed up and reduce the effects of others. If it is strong enough, it can even make it fly.

"Hey, it looks like there's no need to reveal your true form. Let's go, Tuanzi!"

Xiao Yunzhi originally wanted to transform into a great Tengu and carry Jiraiya and Tuanzi to beat up the crazy dragon.

But as Uchiha Madara said, if the demon was still defeated by borrowing the demon's power.

Then this war of mankind is meaningless after all. It's just that the ruler changes from one demon god to another.

Humans still cannot believe that they can survive in such a world on their own.

Wendy did not disappoint, it had almost exhausted all its strength, and its body gradually darkened. If there was not enough energy to replenish it, its demise would only be a matter of time.

"Wendy, why are you so stupid..." The young bard wanted to hug the weak Wendy.

But the bodies of wind elves are illusory, and Wendy is no exception. In their entire lives, they have never felt the warmth of any embrace. They guide people forward, forward...

Until the energy is exhausted and turns into a wisp of wind.

"Am I human?"

"Of course you are a human being! You are my best brother!" The boy wanted to cry anxiously. Magnificent poetry always requires sacrifice.

But... no matter how many times I have read or heard stories about sacrifice, it is never as heartbreaking as experiencing it personally.

“Let’s go! Let’s tear apart this storm together and see the clear sky! Together! Also, don’t let the singing stop. The wind will carry the music to the hearts of everyone who yearns for freedom.”

"Yeah!" The young man nodded heavily, then borrowed Wendy's last wind power and followed Jiraiya and the others to rush towards the top of the tower.

The giant dragon that should have covered the sky and the sun was now much smaller. It seemed to be only forty or fifty meters long. It lay quietly on the tower, looking at the people who came riding the wind with a mocking look on its face.

"What a mess... I am your god! How can you not bow down before a god? Bow your head! Bow down!"

The towering king Dekarapian roared! The powerful force of wind swept over! But this time, no one would bow to him again!

The lonely king of the tower, Diekarapian, glanced at the wind elf floating in the boy's arms. The mocking expression on his face seemed to be directed at himself.

"Hahaha! I see! I see!"