Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Bright lights were lit in various places in Xumi City, as if the starry sky in the sky was dim, while the ground was full of bright stars.

Outside Jingshan Palace, on a bench, Nan Zhangsheng slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and whispered to himself.

"Well, had a good sleep."

Before he finished speaking, he looked up and saw a face that was familiar yet unfamiliar. He jumped three feet high and screamed loudly as if he had seen a ghost.

"Dotore!"

Yes, the Fatui executive, the Second Doctor, was standing beside the bench. His every move exuded the arrogance of a genius scholar, and he was indeed qualified.

"I thought you would sleep for a while longer." Dotore said, and it was obvious that he had been waiting here for quite some time.

Nan Zhangsheng was alert, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"You know the answer but you still ask. You don't have to play the role of delaying time. You know why I'm here." Dotore said slowly, very mysterious.

Nan Zhangsheng showed his incomparable disdain for this, and said shamelessly: "You still say it's useless, but you have also been tricked into saying these few words, and the time is still delayed!"

"But it won't be long. After all, he is still here."

"You! Brother Su!"

Nan Zhangsheng was no longer calm, because behind Dotore stood a man, wearing tattered yellow clothes and covered in blood. Many parts of his flesh had been gouged out, and his bones were white and dazzling.

Who is Su Ping? He is the strongest human on the surface of Liyue. Even if he cannot defeat Dotole who is on par with the demon god level, he should not be in such a miserable state. After all, the factor of slicing must be taken into account.

There are many slices of Dotorre, perhaps tens of thousands, so it is impossible for their strength to be equal, otherwise one person would be a country, and the Seven Gods would have to be on guard.

In this case, the only possibility is to threaten with hostages. Apart from this, Nan Zhangsheng could not think of any other reason that would restrict Su Ping's hands and feet.

It turned out to be my own fault.

Nan Zhangsheng felt unhappy, but of course now was not the time to talk about this. The most urgent thing was to save people first and then get out of danger.

"Oh, have you figured out the reason?" Dotore chuckled with disdain and contempt, without reserving his own opinions and emotions, as if he was making his own evaluation of a work of art.

Nan Zhangsheng sighed softly, "If only I had the power of a demon god, then even if I fell into a deep sleep, you wouldn't dare to act rashly, and none of this would happen."

"But you didn't, so I dared to show up and use you as a bargaining chip to make Su Ping lose his ability to move, and then use him to exchange for what I want." Duotuo Lei spoke calmly.

Nan Zhangsheng snorted coldly and cursed: "Who said scholars can't do business? This abacus is not working well. You have no loss at all, and you got a god's heart for nothing!"

"Forget the compliments, they are useless like floating clouds."

"I'm not praising you, you're just sick in the head!"

The situation was very unfavorable, but Nan Zhangsheng didn't care. He still wanted to curse, because he was sure that the slice of Dortore must be inferior to his original body, and now he... was not sick.

He really wanted to delay time, wait for Nashida to wake up, and then join forces with the Great Compassion Tree King who had become a data-conscious body to kill this tiny slice and boost morale.

"Dottore, will you really let Brother Su go?"

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. If you don't believe it, the worst that can happen is that you just wait for Su Ping to die, and I will just lose a good work."

"What did you say?" Nan Zhangsheng opened his eyes wide.

What did he just hear? A work of art. Could it be that Brother Su’s time travel, or a certain event in this period of his life, was being controlled?

"Haha." Dotole chuckled, and he was suddenly a little proud, which was hard to understand. "By the way, you are also my work. Both of your souls came from another world and were reincarnated in Teyvat. You are shocked, right?"

Nan Zhangsheng was stunned. This sudden explanation, without any preparation or buffer, was like his head being caught in a door. It made him feel overwhelmed.

How could this happen? It turns out that their time travel was arranged by humans. Are their experiences afterwards the same? Or is this world real or fake, and they have actually died long ago?

Many speculations emerged and countless questions hit Nan Zhangsheng's brain, making him unable to move for a moment and his face dull.

He believed that Dotore should not have fabricated anything. After all, he could have done more useful things by making a fuss about this kind of thing, and saying it directly without too much utilitarianism was in line with his scholarly character of seeking knowledge.

Dotore does not seek fame or wealth, and is wholeheartedly devoted to creating a god. Even the scattered soldiers are just test subjects. The two of them may just be derivatives of one of the links.

From this perspective, insignificant people are just objects being manipulated, being controlled like puppets, without freedom and without seeing the light.

"Dottore, I..." Nan Zhangsheng was furious and directly and harshly greeted the other party's mother with such force that it seemed like he was pedaling a mountain bike up a steep mountain road.

However, Dottore was not angered, as it was not important to him. Instead, the reaction to this work made him ponder.

This person is really abnormal, or he can't even be called a human being.

Nan Zhangsheng frowned, knowing that this would not anger the other party, but Xiaocao behind him was unconscious and he had no way to deal with him. Even pulling out a gun would not work because Brother Su was still in his hand.

Dotole looked at him and said slowly, "Your anger is still growing. It seems that you are really resentful of me, but you have concerns about Su Ping behind me. Sure enough, this makes you unable to make a decisive decision.

Let me guess again, you should also be wondering if I have installed something on Su Ping, such as a device that will make him lose his life after I die, and you have no choice but to delay and wait for the Grass God to revive. "

Nan Zhangsheng smiled bitterly and sighed, "That's absolutely right, perverted lunatic. How about you guess how long I will wait before I hand over the Heart of Thundergod to you?"

"Within five minutes, because Su Ping's life force is rapidly decreasing, if it exceeds this time, even the technology you have at your disposal will not be able to save him."

Dotole asserted that this was an indisputable fact, and if this was the only way, Nan Zhangsheng would have no choice but to hand over the Heart of Thundergod in exchange for Brother Su's life.

There is nothing you can do about it. There are always trade-offs in life. It was because he suffered from the Demonic Scale Disease and made friends with Su Ping that he allowed the other party to come along on this journey.

Now, Nan Zhangsheng has recovered, but his hands are still shaking. He is burning with anger, his eyes are bloodshot, and he cannot calm down.

"Damn, he's in the same mood as Sanbing!" Nan Zhangsheng was panting heavily, but he still couldn't calm down. He just continued to curse and cursed Dotore hundreds of times.

Dottore said calmly: "Two minutes left."

“Stop making noise!” Nan Zhangsheng shouted, took out a box from his bracelet, threw it directly on the ground, and carried out a series of identity collection.

Fingerprints, irises, voiceprints, spoken commands, genetic verification, and then the box slowly opened to deliver the Heart of Thor.

Dotore's expression remained calm. He reached out his hand to grab it. What he saw was the Heart of God, an object bestowed by the One in Heaven, a priceless treasure. However, he remained as calm as an ancient pond.

There really aren't many of them in the world. From a certain perspective, Dotore was very persistent and wholeheartedly devoted to the great cause of creating a god, but in his excessive pursuit of his goal, he persecuted the lives of unknown people.

You can praise his ideas, but as for other aspects, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't curse him, spit on him, or step on him a few times.

As for Dotore, he wouldn't care about these trivial things. He only had one thing in mind, which was to create a god. Just like taking the Heart of God right now, it was also a necessary process.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a cold arrow struck and knocked the Heart of God to the ground. This happened so suddenly that no one was prepared.

Dotore seemed not to have thought of it, and he didn't have time to bend down to grab it, causing the Heart of God to roll far away.

boom!

There was another loud explosion, and a dark beam of destructive light appeared. It was Nan Zhangsheng who took out his gun and shot. It was only a short moment, but it was enough for him.

Because, he had just woken up and saw Dotore's figure, and now he finally completed the shooting. He had practiced it countless times and there was no way he could make a mistake. His movements were done in one go and his aim was spot on.

In an instant, Dotore disappeared. Of course, this was just a slice of him. If he wanted to truly complete Doctor Doom's mission, he still had a long way to go, and this was not something he should consider right now.

Nan Zhangsheng threw away his gun and ran over to cut off the steel bars on Su Ping's legs and spine using the high-tech light blade he took out from his bracelet.

"Fuck you, Dutolei, you are so cruel!" Nan Zhangsheng couldn't help but curse again, because the steel bars pierced Su Ping's bones and tendons in many places, and the bloody and bloody mess was shocking.

If it weren't for this, it is estimated that Su Ping would not have been able to achieve the effect of being unconscious but still standing. However, it is unknown whether he would have fainted from the pain, or fainted and then suffered such torture.

Nan Zhangsheng had no time to care about anything else. He immediately took out the medical table from the bracelet, turned on the autonomous operation mode, and started treatment.

Nan Zhangsheng knew nothing about performing surgery on humans. He was only good at removing parts from puppets, so he could only rely on the instruments that operated autonomously by the system.

"All is well, all is well!"

Nan Zhangsheng clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly, not paying any attention to the gun he dropped on the ground and the tilted Heart of God. In his opinion, those things were not important now.

"The patient has lost too much blood. Please provide the appropriate amount of blood as soon as possible."

The instrument notified that this might be the only bad thing. There was no blood bank that could be moved at any time, and the cooperation of surrounding personnel was needed.

Nan Zhangsheng took a step forward and put his hand on the detector. At this time, the notification from the instrument system had just been halfway transmitted, which showed his worry.

"The blood types don't match."

Unfortunately, the instrumentation did not match.

Nan Zhangsheng's breathing became tight, and he turned around to look for other people. He would search the entire sky and hell, and dig deep into the earth to find someone with a matching blood type. He couldn't let Brother Su die like this.

"The blood type matches, the condition is good, and blood can be donated."

Suddenly, the instrument notified us again, causing Nan Zhangsheng, who had just run a few steps, to turn around and take a look. He was surprised and overjoyed.

Brother Su is saved, which is finally a good thing. As for the identity and purpose of this woman with black hair and black eyes, let’s put it aside for now. The most important thing is to save people.