The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

A syringe gleaming coldly appeared in his hand, and the man in black robes turned to go towards Yaroslava.

But just as he pulled out the syringe, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

This caused the man in black robes to immediately change his movements. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively bent his arm.

"boom!"

The collision between the thick, dark red arm and the slender human arm beneath the black robe created a shockwave that sent Alois, a truly ordinary person, staggering back several steps.

"Hmm?" The Abyss Singer looked at the human in front of it with surprise. This strength was somewhat beyond its expectations.

"Hmph, an Apostle-level Abyss Demon. No wonder it's so rarely seen. It turns out its strength is nothing special."

Seeing that he had easily blocked the chanter's attack, the black-robed man's vigilance instantly dissipated.

Most Apostle-level monsters are elusive, so all forces that know of their existence consider them a major danger. However, it now seems that the so-called Apostles are merely empty names.

"Enough with the nonsense!" The Abyss Singer saw that the guy in front of him was actually laughing, so he immediately grabbed the spiked ring that was floating behind him and lashed it out.

"Clang!" The black-robed man was sent flying by the ring, the sound and texture of which were extremely unusual.

"Hoo! Hoo! Apostle!"

Alois ran over from the side, along with Ella, who was rubbing her bottom.

After putting the ring back on his head, the Abyss Singer transformed back into the Wise Archmage.

It glanced at Alos and Ella beside it, who looked terrified, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great job, well done!"

"Remember this: we'll handle everything from now on. Your only task is..."

"That means eating well, drinking well, and living well!"

The Abyss Singer gave Alos a thumbs up. The burden on the Abyss Purification was too heavy, so it had to rest (slack off). The Kanria within the Order would not be able to increase in number for some time by purifying Hilichurls.

So, for the sake of restoring their nation, the people of Kanria have no choice but to rely on their own efforts! They must have children! Have as many children as possible!

A considerable number of abyssal monsters hold this view, and if it weren't for someone intervening, they might actually have done something truly astonishing.

After the Abyss Apostle finished speaking, the ring behind his head emitted a faint glow, and then a fiery red elemental shield enveloped Alois and Ayla.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A distant rumbling sound echoed, while Alois kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, wondering how to deal with Ella's strange gaze.

"I absolutely did not mean what Lord Singer said!"

"I see."

Ella nodded, which relieved Alois.

"It's good that you understand. You truly deserve to be a scholar who can study the Qiuqiu language at such a young age."

Alois nodded in approval, while Ella quietly crept over.

"Hey! I have a question for you." Ella tugged at Alois's sleeve, making him squat down.

Hearing the question beside him, Alois replied, "Ask away, there's nothing you can't ask."

“Then I’ll ask…” Ella hesitated a little, seemingly embarrassed.

Finally, she made up her mind, and that's when Alois heard this question.

"I want to ask, how do Hilichurls reproduce?"

"..."

Alois looked at Ella and realized for the first time that appearances can be deceiving.

……

Outside the fire elemental shield, a lively scene unfolded. Fiery red figures moved about, accompanied by booming sounds.

Opening the Book of the Abyss in their hands, the chanter sang of the chapters of grace, and then flames descended upon the earth.

"boom!"

A fireball fell from the sky and exploded on the ground, turning the black-robed man in the flames into ashes.

"So this is the true fighting style of the Abyss Singer!" The Abyss Singer, who had recently changed classes, exclaimed in amazement. So this is how intelligent people fight; it's truly elegant!

It's much more comfortable to attack just by reading a book than to be a bunch of roughnecks like the apostles.

The Abyss Singer hovered in the sky, looking down at the black-robed figures on the ground as if they were ants scurrying about.

Not only are they similar in size, but they are also similar in color.

"call--"

The sound of the flames erupting grew louder and louder, but it was not summoned by the Abyss Singer.

Missiles, trailing plumes of flame, rose from the ground and locked onto the Abyss Apostles in the air.

"Oh!"

The missile contained no elemental force, but the flames it emitted were not much less intense than the fireball from before.

The Abyss Apostle landed from the shockwave. It stood up and shook its head, which was still a little dizzy from the shockwave.

"Phew! Not bad stuff."

Looking up, it saw the black-robed man retracting the cannon barrel.

"Oh? You don't seem to be human?" The Abyss Apostle rose from the ground and looked at the black-robed figures in the distance with interest.

During the battle, it found these humans very strange. Their reactions were unusually fast, and their bodies unusually tough.

At first, the Abyss Singer thought it was due to the strength of this group, but now it seems that it's not that simple.

"Humans? You need to define what it means to be human first. Is it those who kneel down and beg for rewards from gods, or those who arm themselves with their own wisdom?"

"That's pretty much it. In my eyes, there are only two kinds of humans: Kanreia and non-Kanreia!"

The Abyss Singer rose again and looked down at the star-like pupils in the eyes of the black-robed people below.

"Of course, you people, like Dainesreb, were enemies even before the Kanria!"

Chapter 646 The Mighty Mage

2024-05-04

"I should be the one saying this to you! The abyss brought dark calamity, and Kanria was destroyed because of it, yet you are still stubbornly clinging to your ignorance in the darkness!"

The man in black robes looked up at the Abyss Singer in the sky and roared angrily.

"Heh heh, what does this have to do with me?" The Abyss Singer suddenly laughed out loud upon hearing the black-robed man's roar.

“I am not an apostle who was born from the grace of you humans. I was born from darkness. If it weren’t for Your Highness, I wouldn’t even bother to distinguish between Kanriyans and non-Kanriyans.”

As they spoke, the sky darkened and intensified. It darkened because enormous fireballs kept crashing down from the sky. The fireballs' light was contained and contracted, only unleashing unbearable heat upon contact with the ground.

"Marshal Anfortas was right after all. The Abyss is just as disgusting as the false gods on the surface!"

Seeing that the Abyss Singers didn't care about Kanria, the man in black realized that trying to cooperate with them was wishful thinking.

These creatures from the abyss are as unpredictable as the abyss itself. Their current fervent desire to rebuild Kanria likely stems from ulterior motives.

"boom!"

A bright orange laser beam shot out from afar, blasting the Abyss Apostle down from the sky once again.

"It seems you haven't been an Apostle for long. The higher you fly, the harder you fall. You actually need us to teach you this basic principle."

As the Abyss Singer rose from the ground, he saw the Ruins Guards advancing with a thunderous roar in the distance.

"As expected, I still can't get used to this weak fighting style." The Abyss Singer rose from the ground, closed the Abyss Codex in its hand, and removed the spiked ring that floated behind its head.

"bass!"

In its other free hand, the solidified flames were bound and transformed into a sharp arm blade.

"sieve!"

The fiery red figure on the ground no longer attempted to take off; it darted across the grass like a streak of light, almost invisible to the naked eye.

The Singer's wide and complex robe did not affect its movements in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, the Singer, who had turned back into an apostle, jumped onto the body of the Ruins Guardian.

"Bah!"

Raising the ring high, the apostle brought it down heavily. After a burst of sparks and lightning, the ruins guardian was split in two.

Molten iron flowed down the flickering ring. The apostle looked at the "weapon" in his hand and exclaimed in amazement:

"I didn't expect this thing to work so well!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth trembled, and in the distance, several relic guardians closed their steel arms and charged sideways.

Their powerful legs kicked up waves of sand, leaving behind trenches of yellowish-brown.

For this reason alone, these guards are worthy of their original name, "plowing machine".

"These guys! Where did all these lumps of iron come from!" The Abyss Apostle looked around and cursed under his breath.

"Drink! Grace of the Abyss!" The apostle took a deep breath, his powerful energy gathering in his chest before bursting forth.

A ring of fire spread outwards, scorching everything in its path. Substantial elemental force swept across, creating a widening crater in the field.

The ruin guards, who had been temporarily converted by the black-robed men, were so impacted that most of their old and worn-out internal parts completely stopped working.

They either lay sprawled on the ground, molten iron still flowing from them, or were completely disintegrated due to the immense impact.

The few remaining relic guardians that could still move were also dismantled by the blades of the Abyss Apostles.

"The Singer's melee ability is so terrifying?" The man in black robes looked shocked. Wasn't the Singer supposed to be an administrative staff member of the Abyss Order, a mage?

How come even clerical staff are so terrifyingly good at close combat?

This discovery has raised the level of danger the Black Robes posed to the Abyss Order to another level.

"Huff... huff... it seems I still need to get used to it." The apostle was panting heavily. The burst of power it had just unleashed was so powerful that it didn't even break a sweat.

But now that the movement had stopped, it only felt a burning pain in its throat and chest. The pain was so intense that it even lifted its wide mage robe and pressed it against its chest…