The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"I've heard of it. If it weren't for the fact that you Thutmose are so secretive, I would have sent some people over to help you."

Rahman nodded. Samel... no, it should be said that this Thutmose had an insatiable interest in the legendary Golden Dreamland promised by the Red King, which was no secret in the desert.

Most people ridiculed this, but Rahman was different. He also believed in the existence of the Golden Dreamland. Unfortunately, Thutmose's whereabouts were always hidden, and Rahman's attempts to cooperate with them always ended in disappointment.

"Haha, now we have that opportunity."

"A mad scholar here?"

Rahman raised an eyebrow; he had already guessed Samir's purpose in coming here.

“That’s right, you’ve heard the rumor too, haven’t you?” Samel nodded, making no attempt to hide it.

"It was because of that rumor that I risked offending the Order of the Church and giving up the entire rainforest industry to kidnap this group of people."

Rahman pointed to a few scholars watching curiously beside him. These were the people Rahman had specifically gathered intelligence on for a long time before deciding to take action against them.

Because only they know where the Church has hidden the mad scholars.

"Good! That's bold! Lord Red King's new opportunities are definitely due to believers like you!"

Sammer praised Rahman highly, then rubbed his hands together.

"And those mad scholars here..."

"Sorry, I want everyone here, not a single one less!" Rahman crossed his arms, his tone incredibly firm, a stark contrast to his previous amiable demeanor.

"Is this all the faith you have in Lord Red King?"

Samel's tone turned cold as he turned his back and reached for the hilt of the knife behind him.

"It is precisely because of my devotion to Lord Red King that I will not overlook anyone!"

In an instant, the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Chapter 667 Comforting the Spirit Town

2024-05-15

"You've heard that rumor too, haven't you...?"

"That's right..."

"Lord Red King..."

"It's precisely because of this rumor..."

……

Rahman and Samel in the distance suddenly became riddles, making Ember, who was eavesdropping nearby, feel a long-lost unease. So, he decisively decided to take action.

"No more talk?"

"For Lord Crimson King, I would not hesitate to attack my own people!"

Rahman and Samir had already drawn their weapons, and the others beside them were also ready for battle.

The war is about to break out!

"Bang! Bang!"

"What kind of riddles are you two playing! Explain yourself clearly!"

A blur flashed by, and then Rahman and Samel, who had just gotten into position, demonstrated what it meant to bang their heads on the ground in front of a group of people.

"Enemy attack! Prepare to fire!"

"No! The boss is right next to him, we can't hurt him!"

"Then surround him and don't let him escape!"

After the brief commotion, the other gilded troupes who had been watching the spectacle nearby immediately sprang into action.

They surrounded the embers with long spears, and from a high vantage point in the distance, they could see archers who had already drawn their bows and cocked them.

"Hoo... Who are you?!"

"Damn it, there are other stalkers?!"

The force used by the embers was not great. After a brief moment of confusion, Rahman and Samel immediately rolled to their feet.

The two, who had just been at loggerheads, now stood close together, both pointing their weapons at Ember, who had suddenly emerged from the shadows.

"You two, do you know how annoying it is to be a riddle teller?" Ignoring the commotion around him, Ember simply waved his fist at Rahman and Samel.

"So... what do you want to ask?" Rahman walked slowly around the embers, holding his scimitar.

"That rumor you mentioned, and..."

"Do it!"

Before Ember could finish speaking, Rahman gestured to the mercenaries behind him, then turned and ran away.

Meanwhile, Samel was not idle either. He put the two curved swords in his hands together, and with a wave of his hand, the huge spinning double-headed sword attacked the embers.

"We've been surrounded by this scorching heat for so long, let's cool off!"

The dormant spirit within the scimitar was awakened by Samel, and in its fury, it unleashed its elemental power with unparalleled brutality, filling the blade with frost-white ice crystals.

"Huh? Something's there?" Yu Jin stopped dodging when he saw the double-headed blade hurtling towards him with a burst of cold air.

Seizing the opportunity, he stretched out his arm and firmly grasped the hilt of the double-headed sword, which was made up of two curved blades joined together.

Separating the hilt, Ember swung the curved blade a few times. The surging ice elemental power, indiscriminate in its application, clung to the blade while simultaneously causing ice crystals to condense on his palms.

But besides elemental power, there was something else that concerned Ember even more: the rage that remained within those two scimitars.

“This is…” Yu Jin raised the scimitar and examined it, a realization dawning on him. The consciousness within had gone mad, not because of any forbidden knowledge, but because of torture.

Endless labor, a thousand years of imprisonment... and the excruciating pain brought about by countless divisions.

All of this created the madness and rage within the weapon's consciousness. The furious exertion of power, the listening to the cries of others—these were merely unconscious acts of venting its overflowing pain.

"How tragic... What are you again?" Ember paused, suddenly realizing that he didn't seem to know what kind of creature resided within the weapon.

"Shhhhhh!"

The gilded brigade in the distance didn't give Ember any time to think. Seeing that Rahman had distanced himself from the guy who had suddenly appeared in front of him, they immediately began to unleash their firepower on him.

The arrows pierced the air, coming from all directions. Even though they contained no elemental power, their power was such that no one of flesh and blood would dare to attempt to withstand them.

"It's urgent."

Yu Jin, braving the frost, gripped the curved blade in both hands. The trajectory of the long, slender blade as he swung it was as smooth and graceful as the blade itself.

"I'll only demonstrate this technique, which rivals that of a god, once. Watch closely!"

After adjusting his posture, the two curved blades transformed into the arms of the embers, their blades swirling and shifting around, blocking all the whistling arrows.

It was as if an impenetrable mass of flowing water had appeared around him, and the curved sword he wielded was the ocean current that guided the flow of the water.

The frost on the blade melted, and the resentment of the demon spirit turned into a clear stream. The water rushed into the demon spirit's heart, carrying away all its resentment and anger.

"There's a lot of filth in here." The water has become a bit murky, but that's not a big deal. Because with each flow, the water becomes clearer.

Flowing water possesses powerful vitality and energy, enough to purify and wash away all the dormant filth.

"Here you go! It's raining!"

The faster he swung his arm, the more sore his wrist became. Seeing the astonished expressions of the gilded troupe in the distance, he decisively unleashed the stream of water surrounding him.

The clear blue water rushed up into the sky along the flaming arm of the embers, and soon disappeared from sight.

"Tick-tock!"

"Wet, bird poop?" A mercenary looked up at the bright sun overhead, then at the liquid in his hand, assuming it was just a passing bird's diarrhea.

But then he changed his mind.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

"Splash...splash splash!"

More and more liquid was falling from above, until it became visible to the naked eye.

Large water droplets fell under the sun, stirring up the sand and soil that had not received rain for a long time.

It's...it's raining!

Everyone was utterly shocked. They hadn't taken Yu Jin's words to heart before, but what was happening now was a real blow to their souls.

It turns out that even the scorching desert can be rained down by human intervention.

The gilded troupe cheered and welcomed the rain, but what was the embers that created it all doing?

He was digging a trench like crazy.

With mud flying everywhere, a newly dug reservoir began to take shape before everyone's eyes.

The heavy rain stopped after a short while. Just then, the reservoir was also completed.

Rainwater gathered, trickling down the dug trenches and into the newly dug pool. Yu Jin looked at the pool filled with rainwater, but instead of excitement, he scratched his head in annoyance.

"Is this all the water that has been washed away by thousands of years of suffering?"

The rain was heavy, but it was also very short-lived. The resulting water only filled the pool about halfway.

This little bit of water will probably be dried up by the scorching desert sun in less than half a day. To change the desolation here, this amount of water is nothing; it's an understatement.

"trouble."

The scene before him successfully shattered the "desert disarmament plan" that had just taken shape in Yu Jin's mind.

Sammer's weapon was considered top-notch even in the desert, yet the spiritual energy it contained could only produce such a small amount of clear water.

To think that simply appeasing the spirits can change the desolate state of the desert is nothing but wishful thinking.

Rising from the calm pool, Ember turned to look at the still-shocked Gilded Troupe.

"Hey! Now you should know how to make things clear, right?" Ember swaggered up to Rahman, while the mercenaries behind Rahman recovered from their shock.

As they retreated, they looked hopefully at Rahman. A man who could conjure up rain in the desert was not someone to be trifled with. They were waiting for their most trusted leader to speak.

"Put down your weapons, everyone. This is our guest... a guest of all the people of the desert."

Rahman spoke, and behind him came a chorus of panting breaths—the tense mercenaries could finally relax.