Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

Everyone present heard the whisper that seemed to come from the bottom of hell, and was stunned for a moment.

They could hardly believe that such terrible and hoarse syllables could really be uttered by the regent they knew.

but...

Looking at the spread-out pitch-black wings in front of him, an expression of disbelief appeared on Ying's face.

How many secrets does he have? Or...

How much does he know about the most basic rules of this world?

Just as Ying was thinking about these questions, countless black vines grew out of the ground from nowhere and bound Boethius in an instant.

The black vines representing death gradually spread over his body, making him unable to move.

"W-What is this? What on earth did you do?!"

At this moment, Boethius had no time to care about the pain deep in his soul, because... these black vines made him feel "death" for the first time.

"I said, in the name of 'death', I am only granting you, a soul that should have died thousands of years ago, the 'destined death' that you deserve."

Chang Ming waved his hand gently, and the scepter disappeared from his hand in an instant, as if he was not worried at all that Boethius would escape.

This is the power from the Lord of Death, which is only a local force in Teyvat... and is not qualified to stop it.

"Ha! Are you kidding me? I am Boethius! I am the great lawyer of Lemuria. Who can kill me? You are just dreaming!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and a red flame rose from his hand. He then threw it at the black vines that were entangled around him without hesitation.

"Chang Ming! Be careful!"

Paimon looked at the careless Chang Ming anxiously, wanting to urge him to continue to stop Boethius.

But he just shook his head slightly, and then watched with interest the black smoke rising from the red flames burning the black vines.

——It’s like a hunter looking at his prey that is still struggling before dying.

Perhaps because he had obtained the power of ruling over the death, or perhaps because he had the greatest malice towards villains like Boethius, he wanted to see the desperate expression on Boethius's face after he got hope.

"Death" is a concept, and its concrete form in Chang Ming's hands is "vines". Regardless of whether these things will be burned or not, those vines have already spread to his body, which means...

Death had knocked at his door.

The red flames cleared away all the black vines in an instant, which made Boethius ecstatic, as if he was on a roller coaster.

"What death?! I am Boethius! What right do you have to grant me death?"

Boethius laughed arrogantly. Although the pain from the depths of his soul still existed, it did not prevent him from showing his nobility in front of Chang Ming.

Chang Ming smiled indifferently, as if he was watching a dying person jumping back and forth in front of him.

"Look at yourself..."

After saying that, he shook his head slightly, then turned and walked towards the direction of Ying and Paimon, without any change in his expression.

“On my body? I am Boethius, now the incarnation of Phobos. How could my body be—What the hell is this?!?”

Under Chang Ming's guidance, Boethius subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his body. The crazy voice stopped abruptly when he saw the black vine mark wrapped around his body, and was replaced by surprise and confusion.

Those black vine marks did not just stay on his body. As time passed, the vines continued to grow, as if they were going to completely occupy Boethius' body.

"You devil! What on earth have you done to me!!!"

Boethius roared angrily. He wanted to raise his leg and rush to Chang Ming, and then use the power of Phobos to teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

thump--

With a dull sound of falling, the previously arrogant Boethius now fell to the ground in a rather comical manner, still maintaining that ferocious look.

"My body-! What on earth did you do to my body?!"

This time, Chang Ming chose to remain silent.

During the more than 400 years he was a regent, he kept a habit

——Never answer the third question of a dying person.

As a regent, I must maintain the demeanor of a regent wherever I go, and the same applies here.

Perhaps knowing that Chang Ming was not going to answer his question, he began to crawl backwards with all his strength, crawling towards the tall knight statue in the center of the Golden Palace.

He had to perform the "incarnation" ceremony in advance to resolve the pain brought to him by the death vines.

At this moment, Boethius no longer cared about whether things were complete or incomplete. In the face of survival, many so-called far-sighted plans were redundant.

"What is he...doing?"

Paimon looked at Boethius, who was crawling on the ground, with some confusion, and a look of disgust appeared on his young face.

She couldn't understand Boethius's behavior. After all, it was so inconsistent with what he had said before.

Cassiodoro frowned, and then he shouted as if he suddenly understood something:

"Everyone! Stop him! He wants to carry out the "incarnation" ceremony ahead of time! The statue in the middle is the carrier he prepared for himself!"

Hearing this, everyone instantly became alert, except Chang Ming, who still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.

After all...his death was for his "soul", and no matter how Boethius changed his body, this would never change.

Death had already left its mark on his soul, and there was no doubt that the black feather would eventually fall on his head.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry at all, and even wanted Boethius to complete the "incarnation" ceremony, and then suddenly start screaming while beating him, and then completely stop moving after the scream.

This scene... makes me excited just thinking about it.

But for Chang Ming, this idea is just "a little bit" and it is not necessary to do so.

Because he has more important people to meet and more important things to do.

The beautiful figure flashed through his mind and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Yes, there are people waiting for him at home with anxiety, and he can't let others worry about him just for the sake of having fun.

What's more...that illusion also gave him some shock.

He now really wanted to finish the things on hand - and then return directly to Fontaine to find the girl who was swallowed up in the illusion.

"Demon! Die!!!"

Before Chang Ming could take any action, a burly man with purple hair rushed up to him, waving his fists.

Perhaps because this body is a star creature, there is a layer of "glass fragments" dotted with starry sky patterns on his fist.

"don't want!!!"

Boethius, lying on the ground, stretched out his hands in despair. He could feel the power fluctuations from Scylla.

With this punch, his carefully prepared body would shatter and collapse in an instant, without even the chance to begin the ceremony.

Just as Scylla's "Starry Sky Fist" was about to hit the Golem Warlord, a strange music sounded, followed by an invisible barrier that appeared between the fist and the Golem Warlord.

bang——

There was a sound like glass breaking, and Scylla shattered the barrier with one punch, but...the energy fluctuations released by the shattered barrier also knocked Scylla away.

"Ouch! What is this..."

"I know it! I know I am the chosen one! I am the one protected by the golden ideal and Phobos!"

Before Scylla could finish his words, Boethius's voice, which could be described as insane, came from under the feet of the golem commander.

"I'm not dead yet! I still have a chance!"

As the golden light gradually gathered around Boethius, the incarnation ceremony...officially began.

And at this moment, Chang Ming moved.

The wings behind him spread out again, and then turned into a black light that pierced through the body of the Golem Warlord. The golden light spots also stopped at this moment, and finally... slowly dissipated.

"How could you survive without my permission?"