Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The vibration of the metal bridge was accompanied by the roar of steam, and Tartaglia's ribbon fluttered in the scarlet warning light.

Yingmei also rushed forward with Paimon, while Famas, Famas and Venti followed slowly behind.

FAMAS was able to ensure that the one-eyed little treasure in the factory would not harm Tok. After all, the order he gave was to avoid suspicious heat sources. Even in the battle just now, it was the Traveler and Tartaglia who took the initiative, and the tiller passively activated the counterattack command.

And Wendy's wind is everywhere. Even if Tok is really in danger due to misoperation of factory equipment, he will be able to rescue him in time.

FAMAS really couldn't understand what Tartaglia and the Traveler were so nervous about.

Do he and Wendy seem so unreliable?

At this time, Tartaglia, who was running in the front, passed by the rusty pipe, and his afterimage dragged a faint blue light, but he suddenly stopped at the corner. The sound of the brass gate closing slammed completely drowned out Tok's cheerful footsteps.

Tartaglia, who was half a step behind, saw the distance getting farther and farther, so he had to shout at the top of his voice: "Tok! Stop now!"

Paimon grabbed the traveler's clothes tightly, and was obviously a little incoherent: "The gate is locked! Tokta..."

The young executive officer placed his palm on the cold metal door panel and concentrated on sensing it, then turned around and rushed towards the side corridor.

"Quick, take another way!"

After losing contact with Tok, Tartaglia's movements were as sharp as lightning, and his figure was so fast that it left an afterimage.

The chaotic elemental turbulence in the factory carried the leaked battery fluid, condensing into purple mucus on the pipe walls.

Since the density of elemental force in the factory is too great, and the battery pipeline is ruptured, causing the slimes to escape, escaped and newly born slimes occasionally appear on the road.

However, before the slimes that had just formed along the way could gather their elemental cores, they burst into pieces in the knife net woven by water light.

The traveler didn't even have time to see Tartaglia put away his knife. He only saw him turning around and kicking the protective shield to pieces smoothly, as if his well-honed killing instinct had been engraved into his bones.

As the sound of gears meshing shook off the dirt on the wall, the huge metal door finally trembled and rose up.

"The door is open! Did my brother do this?"

The moment the metal door roared open, Tok's excited shouts came from the other side of the glass passage.

Seeing that Tok was safe, Tartaglia's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed. Trying to look less nervous, he tapped the explosion-proof glass with his fingers:

"That's right, but Tok, please wait a moment. Let me confirm whether the road ahead is safe..."

Before Tartaglia could finish her words, the boy had already jumped and ran deeper into the ruins, his small leather boots clanging as they stepped on the steam pipes. The executor's hand, which was suspended in the air, slowly dropped, and he shook his head with a helpless smile:

"I may have been too indulgent to him before."

Yingmei waded through the slime gel scattered all over the ground, wiping the sticky gel residue on her face with her sleeves a few times, and then caught up with Dadalia, panting.

The footsteps of Famas and Wendy came from behind her almost at the same time.

"But children's dreams are always precious, aren't they?"

"Judging from the way Zhidong educates him, he doesn't have many happy days left."

There was a hint of teasing in the boy's tone. Tartaglia looked up at Famas and Wendy who were walking slowly towards him, and her dusty eyelashes fluttered twice.

Although they were walking in the same corridor covered with glue and dust, the hem of Wendy's cloak was still light enough to catch the wind, and the gold thread on the cuffs of Famas even glowed in the darkness.

The two of them strolled leisurely as if they were not walking in a dangerous abandoned factory, but walking on the red carpet of the Winter Ice Fishing Festival. "So now I have to protect Tok's dream." Tartaglia unconsciously stroked the edge of the Eye of God with his fingertips, and the sigh in his throat rolled gently, "Before it... is completely shattered."

At this moment, the traveler's boots were rolling over the grease condensed on the conveyor belt, and he was looking up at the suspended steel colossus.

The rusted chains tightened the broken mechanical arms of the ruins guard, and the drooping tracks swayed spasmodically in the wind.

Paimon flew half a circle around the circular transmission device, his cloak rustling in the airflow of the ventilation duct. "Hey, where are these iron lumps being sent?"

"Either the underground foundry area or the laboratory."

Tartaglia responded with a frown, then looked around as if he was looking for something.

The orange-haired young man didn't care where these ruins guards were being sent. He only knew that it would be bad if they went to Tok. In just a few seconds, Tartaglia's eyes were locked on the operating table in the area.

Faced with the dazzling buttons and levers, Tartaglia chose the simplest way of destruction.

The young man clenched his fist and punched the cold alloy surface of the operating table, and the water elemental force seeped into the control panel along the tip of his fist.

"We must stop the conveyor chains and prevent them from getting close to the carrier..."

"Brother! Good sister! I found the secret passage!"

Before Tartaglia could finish her words, on the other side of the metal gate, Tok was lying on the explosion-proof glass, his palms and nose pressed into a pink and white circle on the transparent barrier, calling out to Tartaglia at the top of his voice.

The young executive officer's eyes were filled with dark currents, but he immediately changed his fist into a palm, and pressed his palm lightly on the communicator without leaving a trace: "Tok, do you see the cursor button next to it?"

He lowered his voice and spoke breathily, as if he was really playing hide-and-seek with Tok.

"On the count of three, two, and one, we'll press the button at the same time to open the door between us."

Hearing Tartaglia's words, the boy's blue eyes suddenly lit up, and his childish voice bounced in the confined space: "Hey! Can Tok help my brother too?"

"Of course." The young man tapped the glass with his fingers, and the engine oil spread dark ripples on the inorganic surface. "Come on, three, two, one..."

Two waves of sound fell from the metal dome. The young executive's low counting collided with the child's clear imitation. At the moment when the last word overlapped into harmony, Tartaglia's palm and Tok's fingertips pressed the cursor button at the same time.

The meshing sound of the gate gears was like the roar of a giant beast awakening.

When everyone finally intercepted the little explorer in the central hall, Tartaglia's ribbon had already been soaked with condensation, and the ends of the traveler's hair were still dancing with spots of lightning elemental light that had not yet dissipated.

Tartaglia didn't even bother to rest, she knelt on one knee to check Tok's body: "Finally we're reunited... Tok, you're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

"Injured? No, the one-eyed little treasure even let me touch his head obediently!"

Tok shook the bronze gear he had picked up from somewhere and gently placed it on the head of the completely scrapped Ruins Guard beside him.

After flying all the way, Paimeng slumped on the arm of the ruins guard covered with dust, puffed up his cheeks and complained: "You are the only one who thinks this is funny, we are all scared to death..."

But Tok seemed to be attracted by something, and suddenly rushed to the dusty observation window, and the tip of his nose pressed a circle on the glass: "Look! That's where the "One-eyed Little Treasures" have their tea party, right?"

Famas and Wendy looked in the direction of the sound, and in the light leaking through the dome, dozens of ruins guards stood silently like guests at a banquet.

They have arrived at the smelting area mentioned by Noah. (End of this chapter)