Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

"Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen..."

Tok's childish countdown continued, echoing under the steel dome, and the rusted gears suddenly made a click, startling Paimon so much that he almost hit the overhanging steam pipe.

At this moment, Tartaglia's breathing was heavier than the dying charcoal fire in the fireplace on a winter night. He half-knelt on the ground, leaning against the water blade. Sweat dripped down his pale chin onto the purple electric chips left by the Demon King's armor, burning tiny blue smoke on the metal floor.

First there was the Battle of the Golden House, and then there was the War of the Sun Rift Port. After waiting for the war to end with great difficulty, Tartaglia offended Pantalone and Signora because of the ownership of the Heart of God, and had to hide from place to place to avoid retaliation.

During this more than half a month, Tartaglia had hardly any free time to rest. Even the brief activation of the Demon King Armor just now made the aftereffects of his previous illness even more serious.

When the traveler sheathed the sword, the guard of the sword collided with the scabbard with a slight sound.

This is the unique hesitant rhythm when she puts away her sword.

The girl stretched out her holstered hand, wanting to take Tartaglia's arm and help him up, but before her fingertips touched the other person, she met a pair of blue eyes like a frozen lake in the north.

"Huh, do I look that weak?"

Tartaglia supported himself with the water blade and managed to stand up. His backward movement to avoid support seemed to have caused some hidden injuries. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed a muffled groan, but instead he raised a bloody smile:

"Don't look at me like that, buddy. The Winter Soldier's back will only touch the ground under one condition."

"That's defeat."

Thirty steps behind them, Wendy's emerald cloak fluttered without wind. The little poet placed his palm closer to Tok's hot earlobe, and cyan elemental power flowed between his fingers.

The singer lowered his eyes at this moment, as if he heard an unusual sound in the wind.

Suddenly, a rusty wind blew through the traveler's hair, and his amber pupils suddenly contracted.

The metal ground that had been soaked in engine oil for years began to vibrate. The rightmost Ruins Guardian No. XII suddenly made a strange sound of hydraulic rod hissing, and a bloody red light burst out from the cracks in the one-eyed core.

Tartaglia's muscle memory was faster than his thinking, and the two blades instantly crossed into a cross defense. The Traveler's rock elemental power also condensed into an amber light shield at the tip of the sword almost at the same time.

At the same time, the Chaos Furnace Cores of the other two Ruins Guardians also began to flash at a completely synchronized frequency.

"I'm so scared!" Paimon grabbed the traveler's ribbon and hid behind the girl. "Didn't they say it stopped running? Those two iron gears...the gears seem to be emitting black smoke!"

Wendy's minstrel hat was lifted by the sudden increase in air currents, and the ends of his braids with Cecilia flowers began to glow.

In a dimension unreachable by mortals, Qianfeng was whispering even stranger truths to him.

The gyroscopes of all the ruins guards were spinning wildly, and the commands coming from the control center... sounded like the prayers of the Abyss Singer.

Famas wasn't that nervous, but there was just as much confusion in his eyes.

Because he could see that the three relic guards were not in the state of launching an attack, but were trying their best to compress the power of the chaos core, as if they were performing some kind of identity recognition and authentication according to the internal program logic.

"Procedure confirmation, identity recognition..."

"The target has been confirmed, the human god "Ritamodria", and the homecoming plan has been initiated."

The three Ruins Guards were activated simultaneously, the Kanreya runes etched on their outer shells glowing faintly in the dim environment, as if a higher priority command had overwritten FAMAS's order.

They slowly turned their heads, locked their one eyes on FAMAS, and emitted a mechanical humming sound. Three machines broke away from their original formation and lined up in a V-shape in front of FAMAS.

Famas stood still, but the flames were already dancing at his fingertips. Although he didn't think these tillers could hurt him, he still had a wounded soldier and a child behind him.

The Traveler and Tartaglia exchanged glances; they both noticed the abnormality of these mechanical creations.

But Famas's motionless posture made them hesitate a little. At this moment, the three ruins guards knelt on one knee at the same time, as respectful as subjects meeting their king. The cores on their chests projected countless scarlet rays of light, which intertwined and outlined in the center of the open space, gradually forming a human outline.

"This is……?"

The outline drawn by the light stream gradually became clearer, and FAMAS's red pupils suddenly shrank.

The lasers finally converged into a vague female figure. She was wearing a Kanreya-style alchemist robe, her blonde hair was tied into a strict bun at the back of her head, and her face was calm and wise.

Even though they were just images woven from light, those eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Harpas, long time no see."

The image speaks through the sound modules of tilling machines, but the sound modules of these tilling machines are obviously damaged. The female voice is intermittent and not very clear, but it does not damage the familiarity of the words that transcends time.

"Reindot?"

Famas looked at the figure in front of him in shock and called out in disbelief.

Although he knew that with the ability of the Great Alchemist of Rhinedort, he would never die easily, he never expected that he would touch the information left by the other party in this way.

"When you see this video, it means my calculations are correct." Rhinedot's image smiled slightly, looking very happy. "After two thousand years, you finally broke free from Morax's shackles."

Although it was just a projection, the Great Alchemist's movements were still lifelike, and these few words shocked Paimon and the Traveler who were watching.

The two women were familiar with Albedo and naturally knew about this great alchemist known as "Gold".

She is both the mentor who created the Children of Chalk and the sinner who caused the dark disaster.

Tartaglia's reaction was more complicated. The wounded executor calmly retreated half a step, his dark eyes fixed on the red light.

In the official history of the continent of Teyvat, the Fatui are a diplomatic mission of the Kingdom of Winter.

But what is little known is that the current commander-in-chief, "Harlequin" Piero, was once a court wizard in the ancient underground country of Canrea.

The goal of the Fatui is to overthrow the throne of the sky, and Kanreya's goal was the same. What's more important is that the current commander of the Fatui is Kanreya's former court wizard.

In a sense, The Fatui can be considered as a backdoor listed company of Kanreya.

According to known information, the Abyss Cult was founded by the Alberic clan of Kanreya. After the catastrophe, Kanreya's pillar knight "Thran" led the remaining knights to Nata, and later served the winter and changed his name to Capitano. Surtloch, one of the five sinners of Kanreya, took Silkok as his apprentice and raised the Star-Eating Whale as a pet. Silkok took in Tartaglia, who fell into the abyss, as his apprentice. There is also the "Master" Rene who used gold alchemy to deduce the world style in Fontaine and set up his own school.

From Fontaine to Xumi, from Zhidong to Nata, the Kanreya people who lost their homes migrated everywhere, leaving behind their heritage, which really fulfilled the saying:
There is only one living Kanreya, but dead Kanreya are everywhere.

The will of the two eras to resist the laws of nature subtly overlaps at this moment, just as the Fatui inherit the unfinished will of Kanreya, this image spanning hundreds of years also shows that certain causes and effects have never been truly severed.

Even with the executive officer's intelligence network, Tartaglia's knowledge of Rhinedot was limited to a few words in the classics.

But those records were shocking enough. It was this elegant shadow before his eyes who had used alchemy to set off a dark frenzy that engulfed the seven nations.

At this moment, every smile in the other person's projection seemed to be telling a shocking secret buried by time. (End of this chapter)