The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"But that's what the Void Terminal says."

An unusual sound emanated from the dimly lit underground corridor. The doctor frowned and asked the air beside him, "What's going on outside?"

"Reporting to you, sir, it seems that the Grass Goddess has escaped, and the mercenaries of Sumeru City are searching for her."

The dim light behind the doctor distorted, revealing the figure of a debt collector.

"The Grass God? It actually escaped from the Pure Goodness Palace?" The professor pondered for a moment, resting his chin on his hand, before waving his hand behind him.

"Go back and keep an eye out for her."

"Yes."

The debt collector left, but the doctor remained rooted to the spot. He closed his eyes, and countless thoughts began to surface in his mind.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The doctor tapped on the pipes in the corridor, and soon he opened his eyes with a smile.

"Never mind, everyone else has their own things to do, so I won't bother them."

The doctor stepped deeper into the building. A fleeting thought had crossed his mind of summoning the other slices, but he immediately dismissed it.

It's just a newly born god; it's not worth all this fuss. What's important now is twofold: first, the puppet's plan to become a god; and second, what he needs to do now.

Pushing open the door that appeared before him, the doctor entered a room that resembled a laboratory. The room was filled with numerous bottles and jars, many of which exuded a dangerous aura.

However, the laboratory at this moment was not only occupied by the Doctor; there were also Abyss Apostles who had nothing better to do.

"Bah!"

"boom!"

Two strangely colored drugs were mixed together, and after a flashy cloud of smoke, a violent explosion occurred.

The Abyss Apostle emerged from the dazzling smoke, seemingly unharmed.

Upon seeing this, the doctor immediately nodded in approval.

"As expected of the Apostle of the Abyss, this kind of poison gas will cause a human body to rot into a pulp in less than a minute."

"Really? Why are you alright? Aren't you human?" The Abyss Apostle asked, looking at the Doctor who was talking eloquently amidst the dazzling smoke.

"...You're not wrong in a way." The doctor waved his hand, and the eye-catching smoke was blown away by his palm wind.

He didn't try to communicate about race with the Abyss Apostle, which wasn't human, but went straight to the point.

"Now that we've had our fill of these novelties, it's time to keep our promise." The doctor turned around, fiddled with something for a bit, and then a test tube appeared in his hand.

Behind the flawless glass was a swirling cloud of black and red mist. Sometimes the mist coalesced into grotesque, grotesque faces, and sometimes it condensed into black ink, adhering to the test tube walls.

If you put your ear close, you can even faintly hear the curses and roars coming from inside.

The Abyss Apostle narrowed its long eyes, hidden beneath its battle robes, as it pondered what exactly that hideous face within was.

Human? Impossible, human teeth don't protrude that much. Hilichurl? Even more impossible, given the intelligence of a Hilichurl, it's impossible for them to generate that level of consciousness fluctuation.

Seeing that the Abyss Apostle seemed frightened, the Doctor felt a little smug.

Who would have thought that these inhuman monsters hidden deep beneath the earth would be shocked by the resentment in the remnants of the demon god?

"How was it? If I'm not mistaken, this should be the first time you've seen the remnants of a demon god."

The doctor shook the test tube in his hand and gave the Abyss Apostle a playful smile.

According to information gathered by the Fatui, the Abyss Order also seems interested in the Demon God. However, unlike the Fatui, the Abyss Order has not yet obtained any information about the Demon God.

Even the remnants of a demon god.

"The body and fragments of the demon god's consciousness?"

"Yes."

The doctor nodded.

"But I'm more curious about what kind of creature it was in life." The Abyss Apostle was still staring at the big face in the test tube. Ever since the remnants of Kanria joined the Order, the Abyss monsters had had to try to get along with humans.

This naturally raises a host of problems, and the Abyss Apostles before us are just a tiny part of the Order's many problems.

If you were to ask what its problem is, it would be that it has begun to ponder the differences between races.

What are the differences between humans and abyssal monsters? What are the differences between abyssal monsters and ordinary monsters? What are the differences between abyssal apostles and abyssal mages?

The mind, which usually only contained various techniques for killing enemies, suddenly had many more questions, which made the Abyss Apostle feel that he might have to change his profession to become an Abyss Singer or an Abyss Priest.

The doctor glanced at the test tube in his hand, then at the Abyss Apostle who seemed to be deep in thought...

He suddenly felt like dissecting something.

"You said you'd keep your promise, right? No problem, pay first." The Abyss Apostle snapped out of its reverie, straightened up, and with a wave of its arm, a starry sky curtain unfolded in the underground laboratory.

The starlight shone on the Doctor's face, suppressing his urge to dissect the Abyss Apostle.

The ability to teleport anytime, anywhere is, in fact, no less powerful than one's own slices.

"This is a check from the Northern Bank, for ten million."

The check the doctor threw out wobbled and wobbled until it reached the ground, where it was even stepped on by an Apostle of the Abyss.

"What did you just say? Ten million?" The Abyss Apostle picked at his ear, then moved his foot off the check.

With a kick of its paw, the wind it created blew the check back to the doctor's side.

"Sorry, we don't recognize Mora. Please throw the actual item into this delivery door."

The Abyss Apostle moved its hand, and the unfolded portal moved closer to the Doctor.

"Bang!" The floating check turned to ashes in mid-air. The Doctor looked at the Abyss Apostle with an expectant expression, and the veins on his forehead bulged under the mask.

So this is what the Abyss Apostles are like—they're really asking for a beating!

Where is the forbidden knowledge in Chapter 637?

2024-04-29

"Hey! Hey!"

Dust filled the doctor's laboratory. One by one, the Fools carried large and small bags, piling them on the open ground of the laboratory.

As more and more people came and went, the laboratory, which was originally intended for experiments, had nowhere to stand and was completely turned into a storage room.

"Well, is that enough?" The doctor's face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot, as he was tucked into the sack.

When has his laboratory ever been so desecrated?

"I don't know, but I think it's about right." The Abyss Apostle looked around. It had no idea how much of this junk there was, but it must be a lot to fill a sizable laboratory.

With a wave of his arm, the abyss passage in mid-air opened like a giant mouth, swallowing all the debris on the ground.

"What a convenient and amazing ability!" The starry sky curtain fell in front of him, and the doctor forcibly suppressed the urge to reach out and touch it, exclaiming in amazement.

No matter how many times you watch it, the ability to simulate ley lines with the abyss is always astonishing.

"Tell me what you want me to do next." The starlight disappeared, and the laboratory dimmed again.

The Abyss Apostle looked around and saw only bottles and jars, wondering if there was anything he could help with.

"Lie down on it," the doctor said to the Abyss Apostle, pointing to the empty dissection table beside him.

"I have a feeling this isn't anything good," the apostle muttered, before lying down on it.

As long as you can't kill it instantly, there's nothing to be afraid of.

“I need a part of your body.” The doctor walked over.

"What?"

"Try to fuse with this thing." The doctor took out the remnants of the demon god that he had previously shown to the Abyss Apostle.

"Hmm..." The Abyss Apostle sat up from the dissection table, glanced at the test tube in the doctor's hand, and then lay back down nonchalantly.

"No need for all that trouble, just come on."

These words made the doctor raise an eyebrow. "Based on previous experimental cases, directly implanting remnants of demons usually doesn't end well."

"I remember that the Order's apostles only died in battle, none went missing. Have you ever experimented with apostles before?"

The Abyss Apostle waved his hand on the table, dismissing the so-called harm caused by the remnants of the demon god.

“Alright, since you’re so eager, I can’t spoil the fun.” The Doctor glanced at the Abyss Apostle, then turned away.

After a series of clattering sounds, the doctor pulled out a test tube that was about the size of his arm.

The test tube, sealed shut, contained the restless remnants of the demon god.

"How did it suddenly change so much?" The Abyss Apostle looked up and exclaimed in surprise.

"Do not talk nonsense!"

The doctor inserted the test tube into a groove, and then the ceiling on the dissection table descended.

A mechanical arm with needles inserted at its tip extended from a gap in the ceiling, piercing through the Abyss Apostle's battle robe and penetrating its body.

"呲-"

A sound like water being sprinkled came from the robotic arm, and then the doctor saw a series of ghostly faces flying around in his laboratory.

"Your Abyss Cult's attitude towards cooperation isn't very good." The Doctor grabbed at the resentment flying around in the air, and it stopped moving.

Tiny cracks appeared in the air, and the lingering resentment was instantly swallowed up by these opening and closing cracks.

"You can teleport too?"

"Tricks are not respectable compared to what you do."

The doctor covered his ears, and his wails gradually subsided. He was ruthless not only to others, but also to himself.

Those slices he made when he was still young lacked both knowledge and a sense of pointless conscience, and were of little use.

Therefore, they have only one purpose—to serve as a temporary supplement when experimental equipment is insufficient.

Using these slices to process the difficult-to-dispose-of waste after experiments is also an ideal choice.

"It's not that I don't want to cooperate, it's just that your stuff is of poor quality." The Abyss Apostle got up from the dissection table and ripped all the tubes out of his body.

The very tip of the robotic arm was completely empty. The needles had been corroded beyond recognition the moment they entered the Abyss Apostle's body.

"..."