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Hearing Zhongli's words, Chang Ming first blinked, then nodded slightly.

"That's right. If things here are not handled properly...it may threaten the entire continent of Teyvat."

"In that case... do you still need my and Grandpa's help? After all, we are already here..."

"You two have already done your best to help me under such circumstances. As the host, I should also treat you two to a banquet, but..."

Chang Ming also looked at the golden palace in the distance, shook his head slightly and said:

"As you two have seen, the current situation is not suitable for a banquet. If you are willing, please return to Fontaine and wait for a while. I will make arrangements after I have settled the matter here."

"It just so happens that the annual Fontainebleau Film Festival is coming soon. You two can still experience the festive atmosphere of Fontainebleau."

"As for the question of help..."

Having said that, Chang Ming paused for a moment. His wings, which had been folded, spread out again. His long blue hair, like a waterfall, turned as black as ink. His gentle sea-blue eyes turned into a noble and strange black-red, like a black god of death rushing out from the abyss of the sea.

"If the two of the Seven Rulers take action, I won't have the chance to test my new abilities."

Chang Ming said with a smile.

Looking at the "brand new" Chang Ming in front of him, Zhongli was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Wendy slowly closed her eyes, placed her hands on her chest, and whispered softly as if reciting a lost poem:

"The wind in the sky moves because of you..."

Instantly, the waves around Chang Ming began to ripple slightly, and a wisp of green wind once again gathered at Chang Ming's fingertips.

——Just like he was in the illusion of the Reign of Death.

After doing all this, Wendy said with a smile:

"Well, I see that your wings are quite big. It will be difficult to maintain balance and increase speed when you first fly."

"Now with the blessing of a wind elf like me, all these problems can be solved~"

Hearing this, Chang Ming was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and nodded.

"I personally don't like drinking, but... I still have a lot of Fontaine red wine in my collection."

"Okay!"

"Then I'll go ahead. Take care, both of you."

After saying this, Chang Ming turned into a black stream of light and quickly rushed towards the golden palace.

Although he didn't think that Scylla would be unable to defeat the so-called Golem Warlord, but... there is always a chance of something happening.

If his Lemuria No. 1 employee disappeared without a trace because of this incident, who could he turn to for justice?

......

Watching Chang Ming gradually going away, Wendy put away her playful expression and then looked seriously at Zhongli standing beside her.

"Old man... did you feel it? The moment the wings opened..."

Zhongli nodded slightly and said softly:

"Yes, it is indeed the power of the Supreme Ruler, but... it is still somewhat incomplete."

"But the lack of strength may not be a bad thing. After all, with Chang Ming's current physical strength, he can't withstand a force higher than the demon god level."

"Master, that's not what I'm talking about."

Wendy took a deep breath and then asked softly:

"If Chang Ming has mastered some of the power from the Rule of Death, then those Kanreya people who have survived to this day because of the curse of immortality..."

"Is there any hope?"

......

Chang Ming didn’t know about the subsequent conversation between Wendy and Zhongli. With the help of the wind element, he quickly flew to the entrance of the Golden Palace.

Looking at the huge gap in front of him that was caused by the collision, Chang Ming's face showed a somewhat amusing and helpless expression.

"This is really..."

Although he had expected that Scylla, who had recovered his strength, would do something fancy, he did not expect it to be so fancy.

He could imagine the scene: Ying and Paimon were looking for the door, and then Scylla just banged into it, finally creating a big hole, and then they went in.

"I hope they can leave some room for Boethius when I go there, otherwise I won't be able to use this ability of mine."

Chang Ming entered the golden palace that had been broken open while muttering to himself, and then he saw three people and a cat fighting passionately with Boethius.

Wait a minute?

Why three people?

Could it be that after Scylla merged with the Devouring Whale, he also mastered the ability to transform?

Wasn’t it agreed that after the founding of the country, no spirits are allowed?

"You are such a bluffing monster! Remus trusted you so much at the beginning, and you actually betrayed him!"

"Betrayal? It was Remus who betrayed the ideals of gold! The music gave guidance but he didn't believe it!"

"He is the traitor! And you, Scylla! You are a beast who knows nothing! You are the one who deserves death!!"

Boethius roared angrily, as if he was the one who defended his ideals and the entire world, while Scylla and Ying were the ones who wanted to destroy the world.

Hearing these words, Chang Ming sighed helplessly.

Everyone knows that this guy is hopeless, so why waste time and energy talking to him?

"Why not just hit him directly?"

Chang Ming said this in a cold voice, then he turned into a ray of black light and rushed forward quickly. The feather mark on the palm of his right hand also flashed with a strange black and red luster.

""die"..."

Along with the vicissitudes and hoarse syllables sounding in the golden palace, the black light had already pierced through Boethius' chest.

If the essence of the power of the abyss is a physical attack that locates first and then strangles, then the power of the Sky Island is direct damage to the soul level.

It’s not that the power of the abyss cannot cause damage to the soul, but Chang Ming has no knowledge in this area, so he can’t do it at all.

After all, the knowledge of the Abyss would only make Chang Ming feel a little bit painful, but the amount of knowledge on Sky Island would make Chang Ming feel miserable. There was no way to compare them in terms of the amount of knowledge, and the specific means would naturally be a little worse.

"Eh hey hey??? Chang, Chang Ming?! You're awake? How come you still have wings? What on earth just happened?"

Paimon looked at the figure standing in front of him with some surprise and asked.

"We will talk about this later. Let's get the souls of the residents of Petlice Town back first."

Chang Ming turned around and smiled calmly, then continued to look at Boethius in front of him, as if he was waiting for something.

Looking at Chang Ming, whose expression remained unchanged, Boethius laughed crazily.

"Hahahaha, you ignorant mortal, don't you understand? I have already merged with Phobos. It is impossible for you now to—"

Another burst of severe pain from the depths of his soul brought his words to an abrupt halt. However, compared to this intense pain, the harm caused by Chang Ming made him feel more terrified.

"No, it's impossible. I have already hidden Phobos and eliminated that strange power. How could you possibly—"

"Nothing is impossible in this world, Boethius. It is possible that Phobos could take a completely twisted path because of your will. So what else... is impossible?"

Chang Ming spoke calmly, and the ceremonial sword in his hand turned into a black scepter in an instant.

He held it high as he remembered, as if he was asking for something, or as if he was mobilizing some power.

The next moment, black and red energy fluctuations burst out from Chang Ming's body, as if a layer of black and red halo was attached to him.

"Now, Boethius, the soul wandering in the world, in the name of "death", I will grant you the "destined death" you deserve!"