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Chapter 133 Hope and Despair (4k)

A red-haired boy with a high ponytail trudged through the rainy night, panting heavily. The puddles on the road splashed and soaked his legs as he stepped on them, but he continued to run and move forward without hesitation.

He carried in his heart the instructions his father had given him, and the things he needed to do no matter what.

Even though he was more concerned about his father's safety, it was still when faced with his father's expectations and ideals.

He understood that some things had to be done no matter what.

Those things were above all else. He had a reason to do them to meet his father's expectations, even though he felt uneasy and hesitant. But his father's expectant eyes held a deep sense of purpose.

The belief and ideals burning in his heart told him what he needed to do.

He did not want to betray his father's expectations of him.

Even when facing the most terrifying dragon, he did not intend to let the storm extinguish the flame in his heart. So, driven by his father's expectations and reason, he chose to do what his father wanted him to do.

He didn't like running away, but he understood even better.

Sometimes, this is necessary to achieve victory.

Even though he didn't like this feeling, after facing his father's unwavering gaze, he chose to believe in his father, the man who had always been the pillar and flame of his belief.

He wants to escape from here, return to the real world, and then rescue his father from this world of the dead.

The boy named Diluc told himself this, then suppressed his unease and worry, and resolutely ran forward on this endless bridge.

Diluc, clutching the evil eye given to him by his father, felt the power emanating from his body—a terrifying evil power unlike that brought by the Eye of God.

After experiencing the immense power emanating from the Evil Eye, Diluc understood why his father possessed such terrifying power—an ominous power unlike that of the Eye of God.

It is an evil thing that relentlessly drains the user's potential and vitality from their body at all costs, squeezing out those things continuously. It is undoubtedly an ominous thing.

But this ominous evil power is exactly what he needs right now.

For Diluc, who had already exhausted most of his power, there was no longer any power left to acquire. The Evil Eye, an evil object that could extract life force to gain power, was exactly what he needed now.

Only this thing could help him escape his current predicament. He was determined to give up anything that could save him and his father, no matter what it was.

Even if it means using forbidden and ominous powers, he must do it.

This was not only to meet his father's expectations, but also to fulfill the task his father had entrusted to him.

He was determined to tell the Knights everything that had happened here, and in order to protect his beloved Mondstadt, he was determined not to let anything stand in his way.

Gripping the Evil Eye tightly, Diluc felt the immense power it brought from squeezing his life force. Wielding his crimson greatsword, Diluc burned the monsters with golden eyes to ashes and slew the monsters called 'Death Warriors' that stood in his way.

Under the power of the Evil Eye, Diluc was unstoppable, tearing through a layer of defense amidst the encirclement of numerous 'dead soldiers' and carving a bloody path through the darkness.

The monster's blood splattered on him, and the terrifying poison corroded his body, even seeping into his body through his wounds, but he didn't care.

The excess poisonous blood dripped from his body and onto the ground as the heavy rain washed it away.

The traces of blood were washed away by the torrential rain in the dark night.

As mist, carrying the vapors of evaporating rain and charred blood from corpses, rose into the darkness, Diluc, who was battling the 'death warriors' in the rainy night, seemed to send out a signal, attracting even more monsters to attack him.

Those eerie golden eyes, resembling those of reptiles, kept lighting up in the darkness.

Leaving trails of afterimages in the rainy night, it launched its attack on Diluc's figure while emitting low growls and howls.

Looking at the endless 'death squad' monsters in front of him, Diluc's grip on his sword tightened.

As Diluc faced these 'death warrior' monsters, he became even more aware that these monsters attacking him were all his former colleagues in the Knights of Favonius.

But now they are all imprisoned in this body, unable to die and transformed into this inhuman and ghostly form.

The thought that the person who transformed them into this state was none other than the Executor known as "The Doctor" ignited a nameless rage within Diluc, who was driven by a strong sense of justice.

But he knew all too well that he was powerless to change the fact that they had become his colleagues, and could only watch as they became inhuman, ghostly figures wandering the dead.

The only thing he could do was to help these former colleagues whom he couldn't save.

It means using one's own power to personally send these spirits, who have become 'death warriors,' to the peace of death.

He raised the greatsword burning with ominous flames in his hand, watching the endless stream of 'death warrior' monsters surging toward him.

"Let me grant you liberation!"

Diluc took a deep breath and then directly confronted the endless 'dead' monsters, engaging them in battle.

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"Cough... Ah...!"

Along with the physical burden caused by the backlash from forcibly using the Evil Eye, Kripps, who had killed countless 'death warriors', could no longer suppress the backlash and coughed up blood.

The metallic taste lingering in his mouth told him about his physical condition. Kripps, who was already struggling to stay upright, stared blankly at the numerous 'death squads' gathered in front of him.

After being bathed in the blood of numerous "death warriors," his body had even begun to mutate like those monsters, with the terrifying poisonous blood driving him toward inhumanity.

The ringing in his ears and the constant groans emanating from his entire body told him that his body was nearing its limit.

If he continues to use the Evil Eye, the only outcome awaiting him will be death from completely exhausting his life force.

He didn't tell his son that the reason he insisted on letting him go first was because he knew clearly that after forcibly using the Evil Eye, he wouldn't live much longer.

In order to make his last bit of time count, he deliberately ordered his son to go first.