Genshin Impact: A Red Teyvat Life Starting from Zero

The leader took the lead and led his men into the ruins.

Gerald followed the commander's footsteps, preparing to enter.

"Wait a moment."

The squad leader called out to Gerald in a low voice.

"What?" Gerald turned around and looked at the class monitor with a puzzled expression.

The squad leader pulled out several damp, crumpled sheets of draft paper from his pocket and handed them to Gerald.

"what is this?"

Gerald looked at the draft papers and the messy handwriting on them with a puzzled expression.

"This is a viewpoint that is prevalent within our organization, and according to regulations, we are not allowed to circulate it outside. However, the manuscript you have is just some of my personal, superficial opinions. Therefore, it does not constitute a violation of regulations."

The class monitor emphasized the words "not a violation of regulations".

This wasn't meant for Gerrard's ears.

At this moment, the soldiers behind the squad leader were looking around, admiring the beautiful scenery of the desert, while the deputy squad leader was looking down, winding up his mechanical watch.

“It might be helpful to you.” The squad leader pointed to the manuscript that Gerald was now holding.

Gerald looked at it again; the handwriting was too messy, like scribbles, and he would have to find time to translate it carefully.

However, it's always good to learn more.

"Thank you." Gerald put the manuscript pages into his bag.

He planned to take a closer look once the hiring was completed and he had settled down in the camp.

"I hope it really helps you." The squad leader nodded to Gerald.

The group began to enter the ruins.

In the passageway of the ruins, the deputy squad leader quietly whispered in the squad leader's ear.

"Squad leader, you're skirting the line."

"You didn't stop it either, so why are you offering advice now that it's too late?"

"that is not……"

"Alright, admit it, you guys wanted to lend a hand too."

The squad leader remained silent.

Don't you think he's a lot like us?

"Gerald?"

"Yes, we are all trying to resist some kind of injustice, trying to build a new, more friendly and harmonious order, and we all hold a naive ideal. But right now, Gerald doesn't understand who his enemies are and who his friends are, nor does he understand the specific evolution of the desert to this point. He still naively believes that it's just because the Red King was lost. But you and I should be able to understand that losing the Red King is one reason, but it's definitely not the whole story."

"But how effective can those few pages of your manuscript be?"

"I don't know. But I can tell Gerald is a smart guy." The squad leader looked at Gerald's retreating figure. "Maybe all we need to do is give him a little inspiration."

"There's a saying that goes, 'Heaven helps those who help themselves.' This means that people like him who get involved and work hard to seek change and a turning point will be helped by God. So why can't we lend a hand? It's just a few sheets of paper, nothing to do."

"He doesn't even have the eye of God."

The squad leader expressed doubt about Gerrard's belief in his ability to achieve his goals.

"Neither you nor I have it. Even those extremists who were willing to risk their lives for the Evil Eye didn't have it. Comrade Jiang Ming... didn't have it either. We are all ordinary people, but that doesn't stop us from pushing all of this forward."

Chapter 132 Betrayal

Within the ruins, the leader of the gilded guild and his team members diligently carried out their duties.

To acquire the complete relic machinery for the subsequent employers.

However, in order to defeat these elemental constructs, some damage is inevitable.

Their approach was to preserve the integrity of the overall structure, destroy only the glow prism, and then leave the glow prism of the other machine intact.

Anyway, the parts for these ancient machines are all interchangeable.

The soldiers followed behind, watching the mercenaries fight. They weren't just sitting idly by; they were recording the battle data.

Judging from the situation on the scene, the members of the Gilded Brigade were not particularly strong. Those who specialized in martial arts were only slightly stronger than the soldiers of the Shogunate Army. As for their higher-level combat power, they mainly relied on something similar to "evil spirit power" on their weapons to use elemental power, thereby enhancing their attack power and reaction speed.

Similar to those chaotic sea monsters, it's a strategy that requires spending a lot of time and effort to master.

In terms of defense, they mainly rely on blocking and dodging.

Their own defensive capabilities don't seem very strong. Those with these special weapons are a bit better off, as they can be enhanced. But for those without them, even the parts that are knocked off their elemental constructs can cause them to bleed profusely.

"My assessment is that he's not as good as Hai Luan Gui."

The squad leader muttered a complaint under his breath.

In terms of skill, the Sea Demons have many traditions passed down; in terms of defense, they even wear a set of armor.

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Although it's not as good as it used to be, people are still there listening to it.

As if he had overheard their conversation, the leader of the Gilded Brigade activated his weapon and summoned a crocodile.

"This is the first time I've ever seen something like this."

The team members marveled.

My trip to a foreign country broadened my horizons.

As for those elemental constructs, generally speaking...

Its output power is average, and it's not fatal to these strong men when it hits. Its defense isn't very good either; it can be cut by ordinary, strong people with regular swords and knives. Its reaction speed isn't fast either, and its attacks are often dodged.

"Don't underestimate these machines. According to the research findings of the Fontaine Academy, they are not devices specifically designed for combat. In terms of structure and function, they seem to focus more on construction. They should be a kind of construction machinery. Even so, they are enough to give people a hard time. Not everyone can be like us."

Gerald cleaved open a phasic construct and took a moment to explain to the soldiers.

"Who needs construction machinery that can fire lasers and also needs to be stealthy?"

They internally criticized this conclusion, although they themselves were more inclined to believe it was construction machinery.

Based on the level of technology they have seen so far, if the Red King is intended to be a dedicated combat machine, this level is rather weak.

"Okay, solved."

The taciturn leader kicked aside the paralyzed elemental construct and pointed to the scattered fragments and parts on the ground.

"These, along with the few machines of unknown function placed in the ruins, should be enough, right?"

"That should be enough, pack it up."

The members of the gilded tour group followed instructions and began to get busy.

The squad leader then led a group of people to take out a specially made camera and take pictures of the surroundings.

After the group finished packing, they began to walk out of the ruins.

"To be honest, this mission was actually quite easy. It was just about hitting a few machines. Although the pay was less, it saved time and effort. It was much better than those missions in the past, which involved exploring ruins and following around with scholars from the Order of the Church."

As the event seemed to be nearing its end, Gerald spoke once again with these rice-dwelling people, a rare sight in the desert.

"If we have a similar mission next time, we will definitely choose you as our first choice."

"We're a gilded brigade. As long as we have Mora, everything is negotiable. But don't worry, at least our branch has a bottom line and won't do anything like double-crossing."

"Judging from the current situation, indeed... be careful!"

The slap in the face came too quickly.

Before the squad leader could finish replying to Gerrard, several members in front quietly changed formation and then, from behind, used their scimitars to physically stab the squad leader in the ribs.

Although the squad leader noticed their little actions, before he could react, the battalion commander was stabbed with a knife.

With his eyes wide open, the regimental commander slowly collapsed.

"!"

Gerald, disregarding the captain's situation, could only quickly gather the remaining members of the Gilded Brigade, draw their weapons, regroup, and confront the traitors.

The fallen regimental commander was dragged back to the rear by the soldiers behind him, but unfortunately, the squad leader and the others could tell at a glance that his heart had been pierced and there was no hope for him.

"Who bribed you?" Gerald demanded sharply from the area where they were facing off.

The men who had just ambushed and killed the regimental commander stammered and couldn't speak.

"it's me."

The sound came from the passageway of the ruins, and a group of people dressed in the same gilded guild slowly walked into everyone's sight.

From the perspective of the class monitor and others, they could not see anything different.

"The Legacy of the God-King!" Gerald gritted his teeth as he uttered their name.

"You refuse to submit, refuse to die, and even want to fight us for the ruins. This puts me in a difficult position. I have no choice but to send you on your way. That old man is just the first one."

"The Red King's ruins belong to all the desert people. Why should you, the God King, have exclusive rights to them? Also, if I'm not mistaken, you've framed and threatened them again, haven't you? You've really gone to great lengths to plan this."

"Because we are strong enough! Look around, there are only a few of you left, big cats and small cats, and those weak Inatsumi people. What chance do you have of winning?"

The visitor did not answer the second half of his question.

Gerrard remained silent, as the situation on the field was indeed unfavorable for them.

Be prepared to fight your way out.

"You guys, stick close to me from now on, and I'll try to get two of you to survive."

Gerald stared at the people of the God-King's Legacy, then turned to their employer without turning his head.

I don't think that's necessary.

"?"

Gerrard rolled his eyes and shifted his gaze slightly backward. "Weren't you guys supposed to be reliable? What are you doing messing around at this crucial moment?"

Several figures carrying strange weapons passed through the defensive line formed by Gerald and his group, and Gerald looked at them with confusion.

"You just said it's because you're powerful enough, right?"