The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

But the stragglers cannot allow themselves to fail.

As for the Abyss Order? Being non-human beings, they would probably resort to force if they thought they could get close to the Golden Tree so easily again.

A large-scale mobilization would mean exposure, which is unacceptable to the Abyss Order lurking in the shadows.

There are too many things in the cult that cannot be brought to the ground.

“I’m smarter than you!” Frostfall and Torrent followed suit, not to be outdone.

"So they figured it out after all?" Abedo looked at the three menacing figures and sighed.

His attempt to stall for time was exposed.

"I hope he's alright." Abedo's eyes suddenly became extremely serious. Even when the skirmishers and the Abyss Apostles reached an agreement, his expression had never been so solemn.

Chalk is the beginning of change, the product after all impurities have been removed. It is also the material of the original human being.

Aberdo focused his consciousness intensely, gradually guiding the omnipresent desire for "change" within him.

The first thing to change was Abedo's eyes; his emerald green pupils were no longer smooth, but rather rough and uneven, like a convex and concave mirror.

What is reflected in it are the ripple-like, distorted mirror images of the skirmishers and the abyssal apostles.

At the same time, the figures of the skirmishers and apostles slowed down instantly in Abedo's eyes.

But Aberdo didn't move at all. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but rather that his body couldn't keep up with his reactions.

If Aberdo wants his body to keep up with its enhanced reactions, he'd probably have to "change" every muscle and organ in his body.

Instead of doing that, we should take advantage of this rare opportunity to strengthen our local capabilities.

Suppressing the pain of his consciousness being torn apart, Abedo looked at his waist, where his Eye of the Rock God hung.

With his eyes closed, Abedo shaved away a portion of his pristine body. The pure white soil crawled up to Abedo's waist, beginning a blasphemous transformation.

First, a frame similar to the outer layer of the Eye of the Geo Archon was kneaded, and then a round, eyeball-like glass bead was born from the frame.

However, the glass bead was extremely cloudy and had not yet acquired its proper color.

"Ah!" The scene before Abedo's eyes suddenly turned colorful, and the intense tearing sensation felt as if it were about to tear his consciousness into countless pieces.

His immaculate body yearns for a fully realized soul. Clearly, Abedo's soul is not yet fully realized and is insufficient to support his boundless immaculate body.

"Oh no!" Abedo's face contorted in pain. He could feel his body starting to lose control of itself, a sign that he was about to go out of control.

"A constantly changing body? I didn't expect to see such a magical 'person' at first glance."

A rough, hairy hand gripped Aberdo's bulging head.

In Abedo's blurred vision, he only saw a huge black shadow quickly engulf him, forming a stark contrast with the skirmishers and abyssal apostles moving slowly in the distance.

Then a surge of heat flowed from the top of his head into Abedo's body. Instantly, the tearing, blurring, and changing... everything returned to its original state.

Similarly, the three figures in the distance also blurred instantly.

"Watch out!" Abedo, oblivious to his own transformation, instinctively shouted, hoping the enormous figure behind him would be alert.

"boom!"

So fast that they were like phantom afterimages, carrying golden light, the three figures that rushed towards Abedo were sent flying in an instant.

"Oh!"

A cloud of dust rose in the distance, but Aberdo paid no attention. Before him stood a "giant" he had never seen before.

A dark brown cloak draped over his body, and on the left side of his head, a cluster of spiraling, intertwined horns emerged, appearing to be about half the size of his head.

The "giant" was several sizes taller than the ruins guards roaming the wilderness. In his hand, a golden dagger, which would appear as a longsword to an ordinary person, was gradually dissipating. It seemed that the golden light had originated from this dagger.

"Good...so fast!" The skirmisher struggled to his feet. He had only felt a blur before his vision blurred, and then he was hit by some kind of weapon and sent flying.

The soldier took a deep breath, the unusual airflow startling him. He looked down and saw a gruesome gash in his chest.

However, the assailant did not seem to intend to take the soldier's life; the wound only cut open his skin and did not go any further.

The stragglers turned their heads and saw that there was another tear in their chests, covered in frost and rushing water.

Unlike the skirmishers, their outer garments were torn, revealing only their black and blue bodies underneath.

"Mongt greets you all." Mongt nodded to the four of them, leaning on his cane-like cursed sword as he spoke.

"Is this how you greet someone?" The skirmisher touched the scar on his chest and looked at Montgomery.

Why is there absolutely no information about such a powerful guy among the Fatui?

If it were just Abedo doing this, it could be explained as a mistake, but with two more suddenly appearing, the stragglers were starting to curse.

"The fact that I can still greet the three of you is enough for you to be secretly pleased," Mongot said, looking up at the dazzling golden tree beside him, as if reminiscing.

The new golden tree was smaller than the one at the border, but larger than the small golden tree. But in any case, he saw the golden tree again, didn't he?

Mongot had expected to be excited to see the Golden Tree again, but to his surprise, when he walked out of the Golden Tree and looked up at it from the outside, he didn't feel much excitement.

Did Montgomery love the golden tree? Probably not. He loved prosperity, order, and beauty.

Although this was something that Mongot, who had spent half his life in the sewers, couldn't experience, he still loved these things.

As the voice echoing in his soul-touching runes says, simply want to love, to love without expecting anything in return.

Perhaps that is why Montgomery retired in the new era, content to stay in his little house, watching the passersby with a smile and no words.

"Oh? I'm finding you to be even more arrogant than I am now." The soldier raised an eyebrow; this was the first time he had been looked down upon by someone.

“It’s not arrogance, it’s the truth.” Mongot raised his cursed sword and tapped the ground lightly.

"Crash!"

A silent, oppressive aura stirred up the withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground, spreading outwards and causing everyone's hearts to tighten.

"If you don't want to return to the tree, leave immediately!"

Chapter 283 The Blessed King

2023-11-09

The skirmisher shielded his eyes with his arm; the wind blowing from Montgomery was not strong, yet he involuntarily took a few steps back.

It felt as if my whole body was being sunk to the bottom of the sea, and every movement I made was subject to tremendous pressure.

Under this pressure, even Abedo, who was not directly facing Mongot, couldn't help but breathe heavily.

The stragglers looked up in shock, their eyes wide open.

"Who are you!"

A mist began to rise from the soldier's body, a sign that his core power was overloaded.

No wonder he was so shocked; the skirmishers had experienced this kind of aura before.

That was during his investiture ceremony when he became an executive officer.

The Ice Queen, seated high on her throne, exudes an aura quite similar to that of Mongot.

However, the empress's aura was mixed, with the divine and empress's power intertwined, creating the unique oppressive aura of the Ice Empress.

But the Mongot before us went to the other extreme. Stripped of his divine mystery and gentleness, everything about him exuded the aura of a king forged from iron and blood.

This is King Blessed, Montgomery.

The last king, who stained the outskirts of Rodel with the blood of heroes, had forged everything he was through countless battles.

Beneath his gentle nature, Mongot possesses all the qualities necessary to become a king.

"Who am I?" Mongot's lips curled into a smile. "A traveler, wandering around, and incidentally assisting those who need it, nothing more."

"Om-"

Suddenly, a deep abyss appeared behind Mongot, and a dark blue figure emerged from it, attempting to abduct Abedo, who was barely holding on to the ground.

“You are very dishonest.” The smile on Montgomery’s lips vanished, and he expressionlessly turned and swung his sword, slashing straight at the arm that was coming from the depths.

"Pfft-"

The severed arm, splattered with black blood, fell to the ground. The dark blood, spilled on the ground, corroded and emitted plumes of black smoke.

"Hmm? There are a lot of amazing things here." Montgomery raised an eyebrow, but he quickly stopped paying attention to them.

For him, a mere passerby, the things of another world were nothing but illusions.

The figure of the rushing torrent emerged from the abyss, shaking its head at Frostfall beside it. For a moment, it had even thought it was truly going to serve the abyss.

This guy in front of me is simply no match for me.

"It seems you really want to return to the tree," Mongot said calmly, glancing at the raging torrent clutching his arm.

He then strode out, his entire body once again becoming a blurry afterimage.

"Run!" Frostfall and Torrent's pupils contracted. In their haste, they unleashed several spinning water wheels and ice spikes, then disappeared into the abyss passage that had opened behind them without looking back.

"Bang bang bang!" The newcomer dared not be careless and wielded the cursed sword, which looked no different from the withered branches by the roadside, shattering the oncoming waterwheels and ice spikes.

As he swung his sword, Montgomery seized the opportunity and casually unleashed several golden daggers. Their speed was so great that the three of them couldn't dodge them in time.

"Hiss—" A sharp pain suddenly shot through the soldier's lower body. He knew without a doubt that the golden throwing knife that Mengert had swung had truly hurt him.

Only when the doll's internal organs are injured will the skirmisher feel pain. The previous superficial wounds, however, wouldn't cause him any sensation at all.

"Retreat!" The skirmisher made the decision in an instant. He looked at the abyss passage that was gradually closing beside him, gritted his teeth, and jumped in.

Jumping in might offer a glimmer of hope, but if they do nothing, the skirmishers don't think they can survive against Montgomery.

"Did they escape?" Mongot casually smashed the last spinning waterwheel, shook his soaked arms, and whispered.

That's good. He's just arrived in this world and doesn't understand anything yet. If he were to kill someone without permission, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

"Let's ask about the king's whereabouts; he should be easy to find." Mongot shook his head helplessly, recalling what Ember had done.

It is only under these circumstances that Yu Jin's unconventional personality can be of some use.

……

"Snapped!"

In a deserted mountain valley, a crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and a disheveled figure fell from the crack, which resembled a starry sky.

The figure's body was riddled with holes, scratches, and cavities. Among these wounds, the most severe were on the doll's abdomen.