Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

"You are working against me."

The cold voice was almost close to the boy's ear. The "father" who was teased became more gloomy and no longer concealed the rage in his eyes.

Torrential rain crackled and poured down across the sky and earth. Dark clouds poured down to the ground, and even the corners of the clothes of the creatures on the ground were rolled in the mud.

The power of plants and trees seemed to be the most prosperous resistance in the world, accompanying the young god who took over the main force without saying much. After the reinforcements joined, the battle with "father" might have entered a fierce stage.

"You are trying to change your fate."

With the help of Nashida's damage-boosting field of the Palace of Maya, Apep released a large amount of grass elements and praise shields as the aftermath of doomsday, while thousands of silver needles still dragged the power of the law from afar and fell from the horizon.

It was like a dark green color that was ferocious and overwhelming, swallowing up everything, and with it a coercive pressure that did not belong to this world. The fierce long whip in his hand lashed at the rebellious boy again and again.

The sound of a bamboo flute intercepted them from the air and they both stopped moving again.

"Do you still find it ridiculous that my father speaks so frankly about fate?"

As a result, the dusk-like color in "father's" eyes became more intense. As he increased his strength little by little, Shen Qianluo's expression suddenly condensed, and he suddenly threw away the long whip that was competing with him, and passed by the light beams shot by the four humans operating the mechanism in an instant. At the moment when he landed at high speed to block, the rocks that rose from the ground roared and bloomed from the sound of the flute.

"…You want to kill me."

Large patches of inky rain and mist slapped against the hard rock elements. Looking up at the angry god pouring out murderous intent, the young man calmly raised his hand to block the crowd and suddenly sneered faintly.

"Once your little tricks are exposed, things will become boring."

He single-handedly blocked the attack of the one who transcended the laws, his posture as straight as a pine or bamboo. The young man lowered his eyes seemingly obediently, but he was suppressing his increasingly disordered breathing.

pain.

It hurts.

The instability of his soul caused tiny waves with every breath, and now as he repeatedly used his divine power, it shattered into countless tragic fragments. The pain made his legs weak, his eyes went black, and he could hardly speak.

But he could not show weakness, could not let "Father" discover his poor condition, and could not be captured and imprisoned by Him, embarking on a tragic fate.

All it takes is an opportunity... all it takes is waiting...

"I understand the concerns of the gods." When the sharp blade gently touched the back of "father", the latter's pupils shrank suddenly. He wanted to look back, but he managed to calm his turbulent mood despite the shock.

"It's you..."

The scattered soldiers, or rather the scattered soldiers who joined forces with the Red King, inexplicably got behind the gods without anyone noticing.

"Is it ridiculous? The life and death of the god who pinned everyone to the ground and beat them up is now in my hands. Ha, facing him - facing the face of Xiao Shen and me standing together, do you still have the means to continue to attack him?"

While talking, the puppet slightly turned away from the figure blocked by the father behind it, and the face of the "father" who could not be seen clearly suddenly became as gloomy as dripping water.

But He had no intention of taking any action for the time being. Instead, He cast an almost piercing gaze at the young man who was slightly relieved. He saw him raise his eyes calmly, and on his pretty face with a half-smile on it was the silver hair and black pupils that belonged only to 'Xu Qingluo'.

"You personally joined the game, willingly became a pawn in the plan, and achieved the victory you wanted... You are indeed different from before."

"If father wants to praise my current skills and tolerance, Qianluo will reluctantly accept it."

"Father" was not swayed by his words, as if ignoring the sharp knife at his back, allowing Shen Qianluo to maintain a seemingly brisk pace and slowly walk towards him.

"You gave your body to Time, and your authority to Akhmar. You made Akhmar recognized by the world... and blocked my perception."

"Father is so smart, he must have seen through my plan - unfortunately, you have no room for regrets."

Facing his father who was high above him, Shen Qianluo showed no fear or even awe. His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze as he talked and laughed. "The rules cannot be broken. Otherwise, wouldn't the "fate" that my father had worked so hard to build be ruined?"

"Are you sure that I won't harm the characters in the script, the God of Grass, the Dragon of Grass, the Son of Man... and Sanbing, and, Xu Qingluo?"

The soldier was slightly stunned upon hearing the strange name, but his "father" didn't pay any attention to him. He regained his composure and fixed his hypocritically kind eyes on the boy's cheek. He looked at him standing in front of him, wanting to take over the responsibility of controlling him from the soldier's hands.

"Father entered the game himself, so he must have forgotten that I am already a chess player."

Everything went as planned, and when his appearance was happily restored, the boy's dimples and delicate features complemented each other, and his bright silver hair seemed to have experienced a light rain from the sky, floating like a dragon in the wind.

His golden eyes lit up proudly, just like the first rays of morning light that illuminated the darkness. "——Unfortunately, we are just comrades in arms, father. Arrogance will bring death."

But he saw that his "father", who had been facing a thousand-year plan, finally smiled slowly. His dark voice was gentle, full of condescending love and pity: "Shen Qianqiao."

Shen Qianluo's finger, which was about to be extended towards him, froze, and the sharp blade of the scattered soldiers behind him melted and fell like corrosion. When he suddenly looked at the other party, the boy's tone and eyes both sank for a second: "He is just a part of the plan..."

"He's dead."

The air seemed to be still in an instant.

Perhaps the boy's stunned state was more interesting than he had expected, so the "father" lowered his head with a smile and continued to whisper, brushing past wisps of cold and sticky air like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"My most proud masterpiece, have you never thought about... the fact that he is dead?"

"..." One after another, the uncontrollable heartbeats wiped out all the volume in the blank silence. It was extremely rare, and all living beings could see the sudden surprise on the face of the god.

His fingertips trembled, although he put on a perfect disguise the next moment, quickly lowering his eyes, hastily hiding the boiling suspicion and uncontrollable grief in his eyes.

He had almost exhausted all the restrained and repressed rationality in his life, but his breathing could not stop becoming cold amid the soul-tearing wail.

"..." But after more than ten seconds of silence and grief, the boy suddenly smiled.

With a gentle and forgiving look, he grabbed his "father" by the collar, looked up while staggering, and the young man's voice was smiling, but his golden eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he was walking alone to the end of the world: "...What did you just say?"