In Teyvat, it all begins with rescuing the grass god.

Therefore, if he is allowed to continue spreading the news that the Great Tree King is not dead, someone might dig up the truth about the Little Lucky Grass King from the slightest clues.

This is inconsistent with the future development roadmap set by the Executive Yuan.

So after Adbay refused to change despite repeated warnings, the great sage Azhar bluntly labeled Adbay a mad scholar.

To prove that Adbay has gone mad.

Hazard also tampered with Adebay's experimental report, fabricating a statement that he had violated the ban by conducting human experiments.

This trick works very well.

Adbay was eventually exiled to Aru Village, where he now lives the kind of life he leads.

Besides the hatred stemming from his exile, Adbay also cared about something else.

That is, after being labeled a mad scholar and a violator of the ban, no one would believe him no matter what he said, whether it was the news that the Great Tree King was not dead or the various academic theories he had carefully researched.

"No one believes my words, no one believes my research, no one believes that Lord Tree King is still alive."

The more Adbay recounted these past events, the more dejected and disappointed he became.

Under Hazard's leadership, the Dalit Church is beyond saving.

They have not only lost their desire to seek knowledge, but also their reverence for the gods.

How could such a bunch of insects possibly manage Mount Sumeru?

"By the way, I have another question."

After Adbay finished venting his anger, Rod took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know the Little Lucky Grass King?"

"Little Lucky Grass King?"

"Humph--"

"Since the Tree King is still alive, she must be a deity fabricated by the Order of the Nation. What successor to the Tree King? The Tree King is clearly not dead yet, so why would she need a successor!"

Adbay's answer perfectly matched Rhodes's expectations.

really.

Under the deliberate shaping of the Order Institute, the presence of the name Little Lucky Grass King has become increasingly weak.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 59 This punch, I just want to kill you.

As night deepened, the originally sweltering weather suddenly turned as cold as an icebox.

Adbay's already injured body couldn't hold on any longer, and he had to be helped back to bed by Rod.

Not long after.

The brightly lit house blended into the darkness outside, and apart from the increasingly biting wind, there was no other sound.

just.

This night, which should have been peaceful as usual, was disrupted by a small accident.

A group of uninvited guests arrived at the Rhodes house.

"grown ups."

"confirmed."

"The little girl who ran away from us is hiding here!"

The leader was an elderly man with a white turban wrapped around his head, who was listening to his subordinates' report.

The old man was tall and thin, dressed in standard desert clothing, and covered with tattoos similar to those of the tribe's beliefs. In the dim night, his pair of distinctive golden eyes were particularly striking. If you looked into them for a while, you would feel that the owner of those eyes was like an ancient monster, making you feel a chill down your spine.

He will listen to his subordinates' report.

A smile appeared on his lips: "Finally found it. A test subject that survived the injection of the Demon God's reagent. This is a rare find."

Say it.

He then asked, "Was that troublesome woman lured away?"

"My lord, she has been lured to the downwind erosion area and is not expected to return for at least two hours."

The person who answered was also dressed as a desert dweller, but his skin wasn't as dark; he looked more like a mercenary from the rainforest.

"very good."

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then drew the snake-shaped short blade from his waist, licked his lips, and said, "Be quick. Before that woman returns, retrieve the experimental subject for the master. Kill everyone else in this house."

The voice just fell.

His response was not his men rushing into the house and snatching back the experimental subject.

Instead, the temperature plummeted rapidly below freezing, and layers upon layers of ice spikes rolled out from the ground.

"who!"

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

Fortunately, he was agile enough to leap several times in succession and narrowly escape the sudden attack.

He managed to dodge it.

But his men didn't have such skill or luck.

The old man who had dodged the ice spikes looked back and saw that most of his men were now impaled haphazardly on the ice spikes.

Those who were lucky only had two or three ice spikes piercing their bodies, and they were still able to waile pitifully.

Those who were unlucky enough to be pricked up like a hedgehog, were already lifeless.

Now, with all their arms and legs intact and still capable of fighting, including myself, there are less than ten people left.

This scene instantly enraged the old man.

However, before he could react, a ghostly figure silently emerged from the darkness.

The figure was surrounded by an ice-blue halo, and wherever it passed, frost spread and cold air raged.

Under such extremely cold temperatures.

Anyone caught in the middle of it will immediately feel their limbs become unresponsive and their movements will slow down considerably. They can only watch helplessly as the attacker punches them in a vital spot.

It only takes a moment.

The only person left standing here was the old man.

"Well done."

Watching Rhodes shatter the throat of the last man with a single punch, the old man clapped his hands a few times and praised him, "Not bad skills. You even know how to scatter people, preventing me from supporting these useless subordinates. Then, relying on the slowing field created by elemental power and your agile skills, you can defeat them one by one. If I were to offer you to my master, he would surely reward me with a divine power."

responded to his.

It was a corpse that flew in from the sky.

brush--

A glint of cold light suddenly appeared.

The old man brandished his snake-shaped short blade and cleaved the flying corpse in two with a single stroke.

then.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, retreating backward to increase the distance between himself and Rhodes, while continuously swinging the short blade in his hand, unleashing one streak of purplish-black light after another.

The old man's intention was obvious.

Rhodes is good at close combat, so keep your distance from him and make full use of your own advantages.

As he watched the light effortlessly plow a deep pit into the ground, Rhodes's gaze narrowed slightly. He then clenched his left hand, and the ice elemental power radiating a deep blue light instantly condensed, transforming into a crystal shield large enough to cover his entire body.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The black light struck the giant shield, producing a crisp metallic clang.

at the same time.

The shards of ice cleaved by the black light suddenly transformed into a barrage of sharp arrows, hurtling straight toward the old man.

"!!!"

Never in his wildest dreams could Rhodes, an old man whose shield was formed from elemental power, be used in such a way. Left with no other choice, he had to swing his short blade again and shatter the ice elemental arrows that were hurtling toward his face.

But it was precisely this delay that caused the problem.

Rhodes was less than ten steps away from him.

This time.

Rhodes gave him no further chance to create distance and decisively hurled the giant shield, which had been formed from a large amount of elemental power.

Rhodes was extremely strong.

The giant shield he hurled emitted a sharp, piercing sound as it hurtled straight towards the old man's face.

The old man, who had just shattered the icy arrow, was preparing to retaliate.

But upon seeing the sheer force of the giant shield flying towards him, he immediately realized that he couldn't possibly withstand it with his own strength.

Such a close distance.

He could only barely dodge the attack, which was enough to crush him to death, by rolling over like a lazy donkey.

But when he looked up again, Rhodes was already in front of him.

boom--

Before the old man could react, Rod threw a vicious punch, which struck him squarely in the throat.

This punch.

The old man's throat visibly flattened into a sheet of paper like a cobra in an instant, and his disheveled body tumbled repeatedly until he finally stopped crashing into a sand dune.

Surprisingly, however.

Despite receiving a punch powerful enough to easily kill an ordinary person, the old man not only survived but even had the strength to stand up unsteadily.

Look at his face, twisted and deformed.