The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

The doctor looked up at the prominent sacred tree in the distance. It was daytime, and he couldn't tell whether the people of Sumeru City had awakened or were still in a dream.

He glanced at the distant city of Sumeru for a moment before turning his gaze to the hidden valley beneath the sacred tree.

"Let's go inside the factory first."

Having made up his mind, the professor slightly changed direction and rushed towards the Pure Glass Workshop located in the valley.

The purpose of making the Sumeru people dream is to fill the bodies of the new gods with consciousness sufficient to drive enormous power. In that case, a single glance at the giant mech in the workshop would be enough to determine whether the plan to harvest dreams has succeeded.

"Ding!"

After the doctor passed a certain spot on one side of the valley, a crisp electronic sound rang out.

Then, the earthen wall, which looked no different from any other place, twisted and contorted, and a large gate made of steel appeared between the earth, rocks, and vegetation.

Entering through the open gate, the doctor navigated the complex passageways with ease, finding his way through the countless steel-framed corridors suspended in the air.

Before long, he moved from the bottom of the workshop to the top, which was also the only position in the entire workshop where he could look down at the new god's body.

There, the great sage and the stragglers looked on in disbelief. Between them lay a pile of shattered flesh.

As for the remnants of the demon god within the chunks of flesh? They had long been trembling with fear due to the immense aura of the new god below.

"Looks like you two are quite frightened?"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the doctor emerged from the dimness in the distance.

"Phew... I knew you wouldn't die so easily." The skirmisher breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the doctor appear.

The project's main leader is now a PhD. If he sends it, then this so-called "new god" will probably only have a seemingly powerful body left behind.

The Church and its followers, especially the scattered soldiers, were never even considered. They certainly made a great contribution to building the body of the new god.

However, how to fill the body with divine power, and how to enable the person residing in it to perfectly drive this enormous power, are all things that the entire Church of England combined cannot match a single hair on the Doctor's head.

In this respect, the great sage naturally saw things more clearly than the scattered soldiers. As soon as he saw the scholar approaching, he eagerly asked:

"What just happened? Why did you suddenly explode? And is our plan okay?!"

"Too many questions. Stand aside and see for yourself!" The professor rudely pushed aside the great sage who came to greet him.

Upon seeing the new god's state, he had a general idea of ​​what was going on. Now, being bombarded with questions by the Great Sage, his frustration was palpable.

Upon reaching the chunks of flesh on the ground, the doctor glanced at them and all remaining hope vanished.

These things can no longer even be reused, let alone the consequences of their inherent nature.

With a few kicks, the chunks of meat were hurled off the suspended walkway. They fell to the ground and turned into minced meat.

But they shouldn't be like this. If the consciousness of the new god is fully contained, then in the face of this enormous consciousness, these chunks of flesh will float, twist, and be torn, but they will not be smashed.

The instrument interface showed a sea of ​​red data, indicating that almost all expected results had not been achieved.

"when!"

Even the usually calm and composed professor couldn't help but slam his fist on the table in frustration.

"Failed?" Seeing the doctor's appearance, the skirmisher's heart, which had just settled, jumped again.

“It failed.” The doctor released his hand and nodded.

"There were too many changes, and other factors besides the grass god were not taken into account."

After taking a deep breath, the doctor began to quickly think of his next strategy.

"How many people are in the desert?" he suddenly turned to the great sage and asked.

The latter was taken aback upon hearing this, then stiffly shook his head: "I...I don't know!"

Upon hearing this, the Doctor stared intently at the Great Sage. He realized that the current Council of the Church was truly more trouble than it was worth.

"Let's just go for it, I think I can handle it," the stragglers suggested.

The colossal divine body and the power I've always dreamed of—even if it drives me mad, it's worth the try.

"That's a last resort!" The doctor refused without hesitation. He wasn't concerned about the lives of the stragglers, but rather the immense harm caused by a god going out of control.

So big that once discovered, the Fools will instantly become the target of public criticism.

"Go deep into the desert and distribute void terminals to the people there. No matter how much we exploit them, no one will be able to detect it!"

The Doctor instructed the Great Sage. Those with Void Terminals on the edge of the Sumeru Rainforest and the desert have detected something unusual, but the tribes deep within the desert do not have Void Terminals.

And even if they die, no one in the vast yellow sand will care.

"I know, I'll give the order to the thirty-man group right away!" The Great Sage nodded immediately; his desire for the birth of a new god was no less than that of the skirmishers.

Having suppressed so many voices and harmed so many people, if he cannot produce results sufficient to subdue everyone, the backlash from behind will engulf him without anyone's intervention.

"drop!"

The Void Terminal beside the Great Sage's ear emitted a faint light, but despite the sound lasting for a long time, the entire workshop remained silent.

There was no sound of people moving about, nor did any guards come to inquire. This deathly silence sent a chill down the Great Sage's spine.

"Maybe... you don't need to go through all this trouble?"

The figure hidden in the black robe only revealed itself in bright light; beneath the cloak was a completely unfamiliar face that no one had ever seen before.

"Who are you?" The doctor turned around slightly, his eyes narrowing.

"Who I am is unimportant; what matters is that this body below is mine!"

"Quite the boast!"

"That's right, what's this called again...right, robbery!"

Anfortas spoke to himself, completely disregarding the Doctor and the skirmishers.

"The Fools won't give away their things for no reason." The Doctor and the Skirmisher's auras intensified, as if they would make a move at any moment.

"call……"

Clearly, Anfortas wasn't going to give them that chance, so he leaped directly off the suspended steel corridor, his black robes whistling in the wind.

"Boom!"

The giant doll now had the word "big" on its head, and Anfortas smashed solidly onto the head of the new god.

"Click...click...click-click!"

"Bang!"

The meshing of gears and the hissing of joints gradually rose up, all pointing to the only possibility—the giant puppet had come to move.

Chapter 714 A Third Betrayal? This is the Fourth Time Now

2024-06-07

"Boom—"

The puppet's arms were outstretched, and a distortion of the air appeared at its chest. A faint light was born in the void. This was the power of a god, a power powerful enough to distort reality.

"Haha, Piero's men are actually quite useful. When you get back, please tell him I thank them!"

A wild and excited voice echoed from his body. That stranger had actually managed to drive such a huge body and the immense power within it all by himself.

"boom!"

Lightning flashed, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets erupted from the skirmisher's arms, striking the puppet's body.

"Get out here! This body is mine! It's mine!"

The lightning struck the god's body, but vanished instantly, causing no real damage whatsoever.

At this moment, it is the source of all lightning elements. If you want to use lightning elements to damage it, you probably only need Inazuma's Thunder God.

As for others, they are out of the question.

That's how it is with the current stragglers. No matter how hard he tries to squeeze out the evil eye, or how much power he pours out regardless of the damage, he just can't hurt the guy below in the slightest.

"This body is not bad. What's it called? I'm going to use it to take care of my own business now!"

The giant puppet lifted its thigh from below and stepped onto the flat ground of the workshop. It was now leaving to go fight the blond-haired guy.

"It is called... the God of Righteousness."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Why did it tip over?!"

Anfortas and his companions had just controlled the God of the Machine to step out of the slot when, unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, the entire body suddenly became uncontrollable.

And so, the god who had just stood up fell down again, this time face down.

"boom!!!"

The reinforced floor cracked, and the entire Pure Glass Workshop trembled continuously. A series of creaking screams filled the space as the steel corridor suspended in the air was torn apart by the fallen divine body.

"It seems my backup plan worked quite well." The Doctor looked at the specks of blue on the God of the Machines, which were all locked joints and bearings.

Fortunately, he installed consciousness-blocking devices at various key locations on the divine body for easier control; otherwise, such a large and powerful god would have escaped.

"A backup plan..."

The soldier restrained his almost frenzied movements, looked down at the God of War lying paralyzed on the ground, and muttered to himself.

Why had he never heard of a backup plan? A sense of unease gradually rose in the soldier's heart, but considering the current situation, he did not speak out and chose to remain silent.

On the head of the lifeless God of Righteousness, the character "大" (big) began to tremble, and then it jumped off his head.

Anfortas shifted his body, and the sluggish feeling finally dissipated from his mind.

"I didn't expect you to be so cunning."

"These are just some necessary measures to prevent the experiment from going in an uncontrollable direction."

The doctor sized up the black-robed figure below. "Such a rare ability—to transfer consciousness so easily?"

“In that case…then the robbery just now doesn’t count. Now I’m seeking ‘cooperation’.”

"Don't tell me that the so-called cooperation means I provide the God of the Machine and then you control it."

The doctor chuckled, immediately seeing through Anfertas's little scheme.

"Why waste so much breath on him? Let's shut him up forever!"

"call!"