Original God, I am the only designated Red King God Envoy of Xumi

Nothing major happened in Xumi City, and it had not changed much compared to the past.

"Hmm." Tartaglia listened to the report and summarized it in his mind. Although he was often regarded as simple-minded by other executives, most of the time it was just because he didn't want to think about it. His extremely sharp intuition could only give feedback when he was looking for "disputes". Just like at this moment, he always felt that there was a faint atmosphere of "change" in this Xumi City.

"What about the entire Xumi? Has anything noteworthy happened?"

The subordinates exchanged glances, and finally the most senior figure spoke up. "Compared to the rainforest, things are going on in the desert. According to our intelligence, the 'divine messenger' left the Wind Erosion Land a week ago, declaring she was searching for a way to eradicate the Death Zone. We haven't found any trace of her yet."

"That Red King's Divine Envoy?" Tartaglia piqued a little interest. "I've heard of her. It's said she has the power to bring down divine punishment. I've been looking for a chance to fight her for years. Did she actually leave then?"

Compared to the many rumors about the messenger of God, Tartaglia was obviously more concerned about the military power of the messenger of God himself. In his opinion, there were not many martial artists and powerful beings in this rainforest. The messenger of God was a rare existence that he thought was worth fighting.

"I will stay here for about a week. During this period, you must pay special attention to the information about the messenger of God. If you find her trace, you must notify me as soon as possible." After saying that, Tartaglia stood up and walked out of the VIP room. Since the official business with this place was over and he didn't hear any information that was particularly worth paying attention to, he didn't plan to stay here for long.

The logistics personnel began to prepare at the instruction of the executive officer, and the young executive went straight to Xumi City. The fighting spirit aroused by the previous meditation on the boat has not completely dissipated until now. He really wants to find an opponent to fight - even if it is just a competition that does not require risking his life.

When they were halfway to the Treasure Shopping Street, Tartaglia suddenly felt something. His intuition took effect. There was definitely someone around who was worth fighting!

Tartaglia calls this intuition "strong enemy radar." It is this ability that allows him to always accurately judge the situation of the battle, thereby giving himself more advantages.

Walking through the alley and pushing open the wooden door, a wide square appeared in front of Dardalia. At this time, most of the people here gathered in front of the stage, where an opera seemed to be being performed.

Watching art performances is one of Tartaglia's few hobbies, but he had no intention of watching the performance on the stage at this time. His eyes swept over the gathered crowd several times, but there were too many people here and he couldn't distinguish them at all.

"It's okay. There are only two exits here. I'll keep an eye on those leaving as the crowd disperses." Tartaglia made up his mind. He then turned his gaze to the stage, suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart, and began to watch the performance.

It should be said that this performance is very much in the style of Xumi. If opera likes to express the plot and the emotions of the characters in the form of singing at the right time in the performance, then Xumi's opera adds dance to the original form. For those who care about "why sing?" this may seem strange, but Tartaglia is not a boring person. He can see the actor's profound attainments in dancing. If the dancer is compared to a warrior, then this actor's attainments in dancing are not inferior to Tartaglia's attainments in martial arts.

In comparison, the singing skills are slightly better, but overall it is an excellent performance. Even if Tartaglia does not know the name of the story, he can still feel the emotions it wants to convey. This is the charm of art.

"How does it feel?" Amber, who was standing in the front of the crowd, asked Nashida beside her. Nashida seemed to be deeply attracted by such a performance, and many emotions flashed in her eyes.

"It felt great. The actors on stage gave their best, conveying their passion, and the audience received that passion, cheering and praising this wonderful performance. It was a great show, and the atmosphere was wonderful too. Opera is a wonderful art form," Nashida said heartfeltly. "Although the plot was simple and the performance wasn't complicated, the performance was a great way to convey what we wanted to convey to the audience."

Amber took over the conversation: "That's how I view art. Art is a form of emotional expression. Creators use art to express what they want to express. Just like today, when I look at the works of ancient artists, I can truly feel the thoughts and ideas of the authors when they created them. The spirit and emotions are passed on to future generations through the form of works of art across time - this can be considered a kind of inheritance."

"The transmission of spirit and emotion? I think I can understand. Perhaps it's precisely because human life is so short compared to that of gods that they can create such passionate 'art'? It's like a dazzling comet, even though it's fleeting, it leaves behind a brilliant brilliance and a trace of its existence."

For a moment, Nashida felt that she could better understand those gods who loved humans. She had the same experience at the moment. This race was so weak compared to the gods, but it had strong creativity and vitality. If she said that she was more driven by responsibility in the past, then she has now found some "meaning" beyond responsibility.

"Speaking of this, does Nashida want to participate in artistic creation? Actually, I have some experience in this." Amber pushed her glasses, with a hint of pride in her words. After all, she has written a recognized masterpiece of the new era, and her creative skills are still quite solid.

"Eh? Is it okay?" Nashida widened her eyes. She was used to being a bystander, and she found Amber's proposal to personally participate extremely attractive for a moment. However, this attraction disappeared when she saw her own reflection in Amber's eyes.

"... Let's do it next time. I've been out long enough today. I'm borrowing Miss Catherine's body, so it wouldn't be appropriate to return too late."

"Don't worry." Amber held Nashida's hand. "I will stay here for a long time. Later, we will try to see if we can meet regularly in dreams. If not, if you want to go out for a walk later, just contact me through the void terminal. I will make a decision based on the situation."

"Yeah." Nashida's mood suddenly cleared up after hearing that. This short period of happy time seemed to be stretched to infinity. Nashida had never experienced a life like this before, and she subconsciously felt that such time would not last long - she was very happy that the facts were not as she thought.

"Let's go, just as Narcida said and take Miss Catherine back to her job."

It was also the time for the actors on the stage to finish their thanks. The leading actress was not the red-haired girl at the beginning, but her master. As an apprentice, the red-haired girl only served as an announcer.

The people around slowly dispersed. Amber took Nashida's hand and walked in the direction they came from. She did not actively use her keen perception, and because of this, she did not notice that a young man with orange hair and a cheerful face was leaning against a lamppost, keeping an eye on the two entrances and exits.

The young executive adjusted his attention to the highest level at this time. He watched the dispersed people and kept a close eye on the people walking outside. Finally, his attention was focused on a familiar figure.

If he was not mistaken, it should be Miss Catherine, the receptionist of the Adventurer's Guild. But how could such a person be here? Moreover, she was chatting and laughing with another person, and this so-called "other person" even had a God's Eye hanging on her waist. Could this scholar dressed in a gentle and soft manner be the one who had caught his attention?

——Why not give it a try?

Tartaglia narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a strong "killing intent". As a powerful warrior, he could control his killing intent with ease, and Amber, who was targeted by him, also reacted in an instant.

"......!" Amber stopped, and the Eye of God on her waist emitted a brilliant light as her alertness reached its peak in an instant, which was proof that she was always ready to mobilize the elemental power.

Her camouflaged brown eyes returned to amber in a short time, and met Tartaglia's eyes. The young executive's eyes were full of ecstasy. He finally confirmed that this was the existence that triggered his strong radar!

He wouldn't be wrong either! Hidden in those eyes was a similarly arrogant look as Her Majesty the Queen, a naturally awe-inspiring aura that could only be honed through years of high office, and those brilliant amber pupils that matched the report, and the Eye of the Thunder Elemental God!

While this wasn't enough to confirm the opponent's identity, the young executive felt that anyone on Xumi Land who could trigger his radar was definitely not just anyone! There was at least a 40% chance that this person was the divine envoy. Even if not, he would still be an excellent opponent worthy of a fight!

Tartaglia placed two fingers on the side of his head and waved them to the side, making a "see you later" gesture. He followed the crowd to the exit on the other side.

"..." Amber's eyes became serious. Nashida naturally noticed that something was wrong with Amber's condition and asked what was going on.

"Nothing. I just thought I saw a familiar being, but it turned out I was mistaken." No matter what, Nashida needed to be sent back first. Although she was a god, she was not good at direct combat and was too immature at the moment.

"Let's go back first."

Chapter 40: "Boundary Line"

"As expected, you are the divine messenger." After Amber returned Nashida to the Adventurer's Guild counter and witnessed Nashida leaving Catherine's body, the young executive officer came to her side. "I have always wanted to meet you and fight you to see how strong you are."

"I have no intention of fighting with you, and this is Xumi City. Do you want to provoke a dispute here?" Amber knew very well the identity of the executive in front of her. He was a well-deserved fighting maniac. She couldn't understand how the Fatui executive found her. She should have been hiding very well.

Amber tried to read Tartaglia's emotions, but his heart was filled with enthusiasm for fighting, and it was difficult to judge what he was thinking other than fighting. Amber couldn't help but prepare for the worst. Could it be that the Fatui had discovered her identity?

If she were facing an ordinary person, Amber would be able to make a judgment on the spot with her experience, but she was facing Tartaglia. People like him with very simple thinking circuits are often the most difficult to see through - or they are too easy to see through, making people wonder if he is really hiding something.

In Amber's imagination, it is not impossible for the Fatui to discover her whereabouts. The Fatui's intelligence network covers the seven countries, and the desert is, after all, a clan alliance that is not even a city-state. It is not surprising that her whereabouts are discovered. However, the Fatui has no conflict of interest with her or the entire desert, so she usually does not need to worry about them doing anything bad to her.

——But if you can hide it, it’s better to continue hiding it.

"How about you fight me, just for a sparring match. After that, I won't report your identity. I'll continue to be my executive officer, and you can continue to be your scholar?" Tartaglia gave what he thought was the biggest bargaining chip. His eyes were full of the look of "I must fight no matter what", and he was truly a well-deserved weirdo.

"..." Amber fell into a brief contemplation. She was not completely opposed to this battle. She also had doubts about the extent of her own strength. In the past, it was difficult to make analogies due to many busy matters. This could be an opportunity, an opportunity to confirm her own strength. The Fatui were an armed organization spread across the seven countries, and the executives among them were naturally the most appropriate objects of comparison.

"- Let's go to the suburbs." Amber turned and walked towards the outside of Xumi City. Upon hearing this, Tartaglia smiled, which seemed cheerful and optimistic at first glance. It was hard to believe that someone with such a smile could be a battle maniac.

"Like a silver blade wrapped in velvet, beneath that cheerful and optimistic exterior lies the body of a warrior forged to perfection." Amber silently commented.

When they arrived at a distance from Xumi City, Amber no longer hid. She transformed into an eagle and flew towards the location she had decided on in her mind. Seeing this, Tartaglia also quickened his pace. He chased the wings with his legs and was not at all inferior.

Ten minutes later, the two came to a large open space. Amber changed out of her scholar's robe and put on an activity-friendly outfit from Fontaine. She rested one hand on the sword at her waist and watched Tartaglia, who was still a step late, come here.

"I almost thought you were going to run away." Tartaglia stopped in an open space five steps away from Amber, still with a cheerful smile on his face, and he didn't look like he was here to fight at all.

"Running away from the battlefield is not my style." Amber slowly pulled out his sword, ready to start fighting at any time, while Tartaglia simply activated the power of the Eye of God, and the water that appeared out of thin air gathered in his hand to form a weapon similar to the sword in Amber's hand - he came to fight this time with the idea of ​​​​exchanging ideas. After all, this is the land of Xumi. If he swung the blade with the intention of fighting, he could not guarantee that it would not cause any bad effects.

The two men adopted similar stances at the same time, and the battle was about to break out.

"Ding!" Amber fully activated her perception, thereby gaining a certain degree of control over the battlefield. However, at the same time, an inexplicable sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out. Amber observed carefully and found that the source of the sound was actually Tartaglia herself.

"Let's go!" Tartaglia moved. The one-shoulder cloak on his left shoulder was like a stream of water following his body as he moved, and the sword in his hand that swung towards Amber also carried traces of water. Amber didn't bother to think about what the sound was, and rushed forward with the sword in both hands.

The water sword and the long sword collided, making two sounds that blended together, one of which also came from Tartaglia's body.

"Can you withstand such an attack?!" Seeing that his attack failed, Tartaglia quickly swung his sword, slashing or stabbing. His attack was like a wave, one after another, continuously, and each blow was so swift. If the opponent was a little weaker than Tartaglia, he would slowly show signs of fatigue in his continuous attack, while Tartaglia would accumulate advantages bit by bit and eventually kill the enemy.

——This wave-like attack is Tartaglia’s specialty. It is the “Water Sword” style he created after conquering almost all weapons and integrating them into his own style.

Amber felt the pressure in just a moment. The executor in front of him was different from all the enemies he had faced before. He was a truly powerful warrior. There were few such warriors in the desert, and Amber also had little experience in dealing with such a target.

"We can't delay this any longer." Amber made her decision instantly. Flames instantly spread across her blade, entwining with the flickering arcs of electricity. Amber unleashed a repulsive force, instantly interrupting Tartaglia's unending offensive.

"Not bad!" Tartaglia used the repulsive force to leap back and create distance, thus avoiding the wind blade swung by Amber with her dagger due to the gap created by the repulsive force.

The sound of metal clashing rang out again the moment Tartaglia leaped up, like the "drumbeat" of this battle.

"..." Amber had no habit of talking nonsense during a battle. The dagger and long sword quickly disappeared, and two straight knives appeared in her hands. Seeing this, Tartaglia's eyes widened, full of ecstasy.

"There is actually someone in this foreign country who uses a fighting method so similar to mine! This is really exciting!" The long sword dissipated as Tartaglia spoke, and two water knives usually gathered in his hands, and this time it was Amber who took the initiative to attack.

The twin swords are the weapons that best suit the Water Sword's offensive style. Tartaglia's most commonly used weapons are the twin swords, and he is also very familiar with the way the person in front of him uses many weapons to fight - he himself is a master of this fighting style.

The double swords in Amber's hands were covered with the glow of water elements. The water flow drove her arms to swing out swift blows one after another. Her body was also wrapped with lightning. This was a move she was still experimenting with. She used elemental power to strengthen her body functions, thereby bringing greater advantages in battle.

"Thunder and lightning? Okay, I'll do it too!" Seeing Amber activate the Eye of God, Tartaglia followed suit and activated the Evil Eye - this is a unique technology among the Fatui. It is made of fragments of the demon god and is a "low-end Eye of God" that allows the wearer to use elemental power and be strengthened. It is a symbol of power among the Fatui, and also a medal with different qualities. As an executive, the Evil Eye on Tartaglia is naturally of the highest quality.

The collision of water currents was accompanied by the sound of leaping electric arcs. The two men moved around in the open space, launching swift attacks again and again with the double swords in their hands. As the evil eye was activated, the wonderful "drum beats" perceived by Amber became a little denser, from the original occasional sound to a slow drum beat. She did not think about the lingering sound of these sounds at all, because she had to concentrate on dealing with Tartaglia's offensive.

Tartaglia is like her opposite, or rather, she is now also like Tartaglia's opposite. Amber's original advantage of fighting flexibly with the help of many weapons has disappeared in front of Tartaglia. Tartaglia only feels his blood boiling when facing someone who is so similar to himself - this is the battle he wants!

After a collision of weapons, Amber used Tartaglia's strength to quickly turn around and distance herself. However, the moment she turned around, the double swords in her hands disappeared, replaced by a spear. The spear came before the person arrived, which was a surprise attack. Facing this dangerous attack, Tartaglia did not dodge. As if he had expected it, he combined the double swords in his hands, and with the participation of more water, the original double swords turned into a double-headed spear, which spun towards Amber's spear.

The ice elemental force exploded at the tip of the gun, blowing off part of Tartaglia's weapon. The broken ice shot out in all directions, and a rainbow seemed to appear among the rising ice mist, while the weapon in Tartaglia's hand solidified again.

The competition between guns began. The sound of metal clashing accompanied by the wonderful "drum beats" became the best music. Tartaglia seemed completely tireless. His attacks were still as swift as before, and Amber felt that he had entered a wonderful "realm".

It was as if the surrounding noise had completely disappeared, and the body began to move naturally. The skills engraved in the body were now displayed without reservation, like a gold object that had been wiped off the dust, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

From being slightly disadvantaged at the beginning to being evenly matched now, Amber's understanding of combat has reached a new level in a short period of time, and this change naturally caught Tartaglia's attention.

"There really is someone so similar to me - even the growth speed is no exception." The water hammer in Tartaglia's hand collided with the iron hammer in Amber's hand, and the rock element explosion and the water element explosion appeared together, and the posture was almost synchronized.

Tartaglia is undoubtedly the weakest among the eleven executors of the Fatui, but he has one most valuable "talent", which is his unimaginable growth rate. He can always make breakthroughs in battle again and again. It is for this reason that he pursues and enjoys fighting. He uses fighting as nourishment to strengthen himself.

There was a time when he was not the battle-crazy man he is today. At that time, he was still a child named "Ajax", a child who yearned for heroic stories but seemed "timid" and "hesitant". When he was 14 years old, he left home secretly with a dagger and half a bag of bread, wanting to prove himself, and thus began the first "adventure" in his life.

Chapter 41: The Demon King's Arms

"How about this--!" The double-headed spear hit Amber along with the continuous rotation of Tartaglia's body. He was like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife, and each strike was as precise as a skilled doctor wielding a scalpel. This was pure martial arts.

Amber remained silent. She used that heavy sword to resist Tartaglia's attacks again and again. Amber's skills in using such heavy weapons were also superb. She used the force of Tartaglia's attack to speed up the slash, and at a perfect moment, stimulated the wind element in it. The sword was wrapped in a surging wind pressure and attacked Tartaglia almost like a smash. Tartaglia raised his spear to resist the attack, and retreated to unload the force.

But Amber's attack was not over yet. As her thoughts went on, the surging lightning descended from the sky, like an angry dragon, striking vertically towards the place where Tartaglia was about to land. Facing this attack, Tartaglia seemed unable to avoid it. The lightning hit him and the ground under his feet, raising a thick mist and dust.

Faced with such a scene, Amber did not relax at all. A shield appeared in her hand to deal with possible attacks.

——At that time, Ajax, carrying a dagger and half a bag of bread, got lost in the snow. Chased by wild beasts, he fell into a bottomless black chasm. There, he witnessed the infinite possibilities of the ancient world and met a mysterious swordsman.

The mysterious swordsman saw through Ajax's nature at a glance. Beneath his timidity and hesitation, he hid a love for "turbulence" and "fighting". This nature won the swordsman's favor. Within three months, she taught Ajax the skill of navigating the abyss. It was on that day that, based on this nature that loved turbulence, he developed the ability to provoke endless struggles.

Ajax never talked about that experience to anyone. After he was found by his anxious mother, only "three days" had passed in the world. Ajax ended his first adventure with the rusty dagger in his hand.

This was the end of his youth and the beginning of his journey as a warrior. He shed his immaturity and became extremely confident, as if the whole world revolved around him and the fight was born for him. He chased the fight like a shark chasing blood. As a result, he was noticed by the fifth executive officer, "Rooster", and officially joined the Fatui. He rose from the bottom to become the new executive officer and was named "Prince" Tartaglia.

What the mysterious swordsman taught him was an extremely powerful skill. This skill was not only a martial art, but also a technique to temper the "body" and "mind", and it was called - "Devil's Armor".

The dazzling lightning pierced through the mist and smoke, and the strong wind that followed blew away the obstacles. Amber was able to observe Tartaglia's current condition. His body was entangled in the surging torrent, which formed an indestructible armor. A mask appeared on his face, filled with endless madness, and a cloak was draped over his shoulders. This cloak seemed to be made of a sea of ​​stars.

The original cheerfulness and sunshine disappeared without a trace, and at this moment, Tartaglia was like a tyrant with unparalleled power.

"...Originally, I didn't really want to use such power, as it puts a huge strain on my body. But to show my respect to a warrior like you, I will use all my strength." Tartaglia moved, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant. This was not invisibility, but pure speed.

"......!" Amber felt an extremely strong threat for a moment, and this threat came from her side. In just a moment, Tartaglia came to her side from her previous position.

Hide? It was too late. Amber held up her shield, ready to forcibly block the attack.

The double swords, wrapped in water and lightning, struck the shield, shattering the rock element shell on the shield in just a moment. Seeing this, Amber had no other choice but to mobilize a huge amount of elemental power to wrap the shield for protection.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" What rang out in succession was not only the sound of two swords chopping on the shield, but also the sound coming from Tartaglia's body which suddenly became much more rapid.

"You can only hide behind the shield?!" The two swords were combined again, and they were wrapped with unparalleled lightning. This ultimate attack was not inferior to Amber's famous "Heavenly Punishment". The similar power concentrated at one point brought an even greater explosion.

"Bang!" The shield finally couldn't withstand the blow. It broke into two pieces under such power. Amber immediately dropped the shield and held the sword tightly.

Previously, Amber had to struggle to defend herself against Tartaglia's sudden burst of speed. Now that she was prepared, she mobilized all the strength she could. Passive defense was not a solution, so she took the initiative to meet the attack.

But this did not change much. After completely freeing himself from the Demon King's armor, Tartaglia's physical fitness was improved in all aspects. He was now equivalent to Amber who was strengthened in all aspects. Faced with such power, Amber was naturally at a disadvantage and could only barely withstand Tartaglia's continuous and tidal offensive.

Even if Amber tried her best to take advantage of Tartaglia's weakness in using long-range weapons to roam around and contain her, she could only temporarily delay her defeat. If this continued, her defeat was inevitable. It wouldn't be long before she would show obvious signs of fatigue, and she would be powerless to turn the situation around.

Although Amber still remembered that this was a sparring match, she had undoubtedly regarded it as a real battle. Tartaglia was the eleventh seat among the executive officers, which meant she was the weakest. If she couldn't even tie with such an existence, then how could she protect what she wanted to protect with her current military strength?

In the past, Amber, who had focused on the heavy burden on her shoulders and the many things in her hands, did not care too much about this, nor did she care too much about her personal martial arts. It was not until this time that she saw the difference between people and the "distance" between herself and the real high-end combat power.

"You're not going to give up, are you? I'm not going to give up either. This is no longer a simple sparring match!" Tartaglia clenched his double-headed spear, gathering a thick element of water power on it, which brought an unimaginable sense of oppression. "Come on! Take this blow! Let me see your limits!!"

"——The most evil method: Whale Devouring!" A huge water-shaped whale emerged from the ground. The whale's roar, which seemed to come from the depths of the starry sea, resounded here. It brought with it huge water pressure and airflow, crushing towards the amber like a mountain collapsing.

Facing this attack, it seems that all skills have lost their meaning; facing this absolute power, it seems that all skills are useless. This is the most intuitive display of the power possessed by the Fatui Executive.

Tartaglia watched all this through the mask. He expected Amber to break through this attack and give him a new surprise - he had never met anyone so similar to him in fighting. It would be more interesting if such a person could at least reach the same level as him!

"If it were you, would you choose to dodge or break through directly?" Tartaglia expected Amber's answer, but through the starry sea whale, he saw Amber who had completely relaxed.

"Give up? Why give up!" Tartaglia gritted his teeth behind the mask. He felt a strong sense of anger at Amber's behavior, but he was still prepared to go and rescue Amber. Just as they had said at the beginning of the competition, he had no intention of killing Amber.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Facing the whale swimming in the sea of ​​stars, Amber felt an unprecedented "silence" since the battle began. All noise disappeared into thin air, leaving only the sound of metal clashing that had been ringing since the beginning of the battle.

The voice came from Tartaglia, and it reached its peak after he displayed the Demon King's Armament. This executor was a true warrior. He was like an unmatched blade, tempering himself through battle to create an even sharper edge.

Hammering... yes, hammering! Tartaglia is so keen on fighting because he is using it to temper himself! The sound of metal clashing, which never stops, is not the sound of drums or anything else, but the sound of hammers hitting metal!

——Tadalia is tempering himself, tempering his body, tempering his skills, and tempering his soul. He is like a blacksmith forging weapons, but the hammer that strikes down is called "struggle", and the being being forged is himself.

Amber suddenly remembered the dualism of "spirit and flesh" that she had seen in the ruins. For a living being, the soul and the flesh are closely related. The soul refers to the spirit, and the flesh refers to the body. The decay of the body will affect the stability of the spirit, and spiritual problems will also lead to physical weakness.

The real strength is the dual strength of body and soul. The strength of the body feeds back to the soul, and the strength of the soul also feeds back to the body. The two form a stable "cycle", like an Ouroboros with its head and tail connected. This is pure strength without any shortcomings.