Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Under the dome of the smelting area, the giant furnace spewing out scorching flames dyed the entire space blood-red.

More than thirty Relic Guards formed a grim array in the glow. Their huge steel bodies were arranged in a staggered pattern. Their metal armor seemed to be flowing with red lines like lava under the high temperature, and blue sparks burst out from the gaps between their joints from time to time.

After being eroded by time, these war machines have become dilapidated beyond recognition.

Noah has accurately dispatched all units with remaining combat capability to the coordinate area in accordance with FAMAS's request.

These sleeping tillers stood silently in an attitude of absolute obedience. The roar of their feet rolling over the alloy ground seemed to still echo in the dome. The efficient and almost cruel assembly speed made people's spines cold.

At this time, Noah was standing at the front of the array, with the core flashing with a faint light. He obviously saw FAMAS, Wendy, Traveler and others in the observation room.

Just because FAMAS did not give any orders, Noah and the tiller behind him remained silent.

But when the Traveler and Tartaglia discovered these ruins guards, they immediately retreated half a step. The muscle memory acquired through adventuring was constantly giving them warnings.

The girl stared at the mechanical army in front of her that had obviously been tempered by the fire of battle, with the hilt of the edgeless sword already against her palm.

The four Ruin Guards on the beach of Guyun Pavilion were already difficult enough to deal with, and now there were more than thirty Ruin Guards appearing in front of them at the same time. The travelers began to wonder whether Tartaglia really didn't know the situation in the factory, or deliberately wanted to put them in danger.

After all, the other party had committed the evil act of releasing Osel to attack Liyue. Moreover, before entering the factory area, Tartaglia said that he had already cleared out the ruins guards inside in advance.

But the girl didn't know that the young master was just as shocked as she was.

The young executive's dark blue pupils suddenly shrank. He clearly remembered that in the previous exhilarating cleanup battle, he had already wiped out all the ruins guards in this area. So what was going on with this sudden appearance of a group of steel arrays?

However, there is no such thing as retreating from a battle in Tartaglia's dictionary. Even when facing a huge array of ruins guards, the orange-haired young man's fighting spirit remains high.

However, when Tartaglia caught a glimpse of Tok's little face full of amazement, his high fighting spirit was temporarily extinguished. He glanced sideways and saw the traveler's equally confused expression, and his knuckles wrapped in gloves unconsciously clenched the Winter White Star.

After a brief eye contact, the Traveler and Tartaglia came to the same conclusion.

First, take Tok and retreat, then study where these ruins guards come from.

But unfortunately, Tok was obviously not a quiet person. The little boy was standing on tiptoe at the edge of the room, clinging to the glass of the observation room.

He completely ignored the abyss-like mechanical display area beneath his feet, and the sound of his palms hitting the glass echoed in the dome.

The grinding sound of the rusty mechanical gears suddenly stopped. More than thirty relic guards raised their heads at exactly the same rate. Scarlet halos flickered in their mechanical pupils, and the hydraulic joints made ominous clicking sounds.

Tartaglia sighed helplessly, thinking that after returning to Solstice, he would have to ask old man Puccini to find a civil servant from the administrative office to teach Tok a lesson, so that he would not treat the dangerous situation as his backyard like he did today.

Although she was worried about Tok's future education, when Tartaglia turned to her brother, her determination to protect him came to her mind before her reasoning: "It seems that the one-eyed little treasures also need some time to get together."

"There's such a big venue here, Toke, why don't we play hide and seek?"

"Brother has prepared a surprise for you."

The young man's voice ended with a brisk rise, and he reached out and ruffled the top of the boy's hair.

"Any more surprises?"

Hearing that there was another surprise, Tok's blue eyes sparkled and his little leather boots slammed heavily on the metal floor.

"of course."

Tartaglia lied without blushing or beating her heart.

He had no surprises for Tok. The thirty-odd Ruins Guards under their feet that were about to attack were surprising enough. If there were any other enemies, even Tartaglia, who was known for his bravery, would start to retreat.

"Great!" Tok cheered, while Tartaglia used his body to block the gradually charging mechanical pupils of the Ruins Guard. The gentleness in his tone was like an undercurrent surging under the ice in early spring:
"Then the smart Toke will count down first... count down to thirty, right?"

Tartaglia originally wanted to have Tok count down ten times, but considering the number of these ruins guards and the speed at which he could swing his sword, Tartaglia decided to be conservative.

“Do I have to count this many times?”

Tok tilted his head in confusion, but thinking of the surprise that was about to happen, he jumped and turned to face the wall, and began to count down impatiently, unaware that dozens of scarlet rays were gathering behind him like a spider web, and finally locked onto everyone.

Tartaglia raised his hand and rubbed his brow, looking at the traveler for help.

The girl understood what he meant and immediately drew out her edgeless sword, ready for battle.

Paimon swiftly hid behind Wendy, and the little poet moved to Tok's side, holding the boy's ears with both hands to prevent the fierce fighting noise from disturbing the child.

This delicate action suddenly awakened the traveler.

Aren’t there two gods in our team?

Although one of them is a drunken bard and the other is a lazy street urchin, they are both reliable partners at critical moments.

Now that more than thirty Ruins Guards are rumbling towards us, isn't it time for FAMAS to take action?

"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

But before the traveler could speak, Tok's countdown began.

Determination suddenly appeared in the young master's eyes, and he jumped out of the window. The evil eye of lightning element suddenly burst out with a dark purple halo, and the power of the abyss wrapped around his body like a cocoon, and the air wave caused gravel to fly.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a humanoid armor was revealed to be floating in the air. The dark purple armor of the Demon King fit Tartaglia's muscle lines like liquid metal, and its shoulder armor extended into sharp edges.

The one-eyed mask flowed with abyssal lightning, the joints of the armor flashed with crackling lightning, the hem of the blade-like cloak left blue and purple afterimages as it cut through the air, the dark light shining through the cracks in the wrist armor was like a cold star falling into the sea, and the breastplate with flowing dark patterns inhaled and exhaled the pressure of the abyss between its breaths.

Demon King Arms: Complete Release!

"It's a rare opportunity to fight side by side, young lady."

"Let me see if your sword skills are rusty?"

Tartaglia tilted his head and said a few words to the traveler. His double-edged spear spun out a dark purple arc of light, wrapped in a thunderstorm and rushed straight towards the ruins guard array.

Amid the interweaving of lightning and water ripples, the executive officer's movements were so fast that they left an afterimage. The tip of his spear, wrapped in the pressure of the abyss, instantly pierced in front of the modified relic guard in the center of the queue, whose core had a strange red glow.

The right leg and left arm joints of this relic guard are made of red-gold fire elements, which is completely different from other machines. I think it should be an experimental model developed by the doctor.

Tartaglia still understood the principle of capturing the leader of the thieves first.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the young warrior's eyes, and the tip of his spear went straight for the vital point.

But just as the executor's gun was about to pierce the core of the tiller, FAMAS suddenly appeared in front of Tartaglia.

The young man bent his five fingers and grabbed the opponent's gun blade with violent lightning with his bare hands. Even though the veins on Tartaglia's wrist bulged, he was unable to move at all. The gun shaft even bent into a thrilling arc under the huge force.

"Don't think of solving everything with violence, Dada Duck."

"You need to use wisdom... Move aside, I'll give it a try." (End of this chapter)