The war calendar symbolizes the people of the Fire Nation's highest pursuit of strength and martial arts.
In the Colosseum where the sun never sets in Munata, gladiators fight each other, the losers become embers under the flames, and the winners play the poem of resurrection in the blazing flames.
Famas, who has the power of war, can also control the resentment, fear and evil spirits left by the fallen soldiers, turning them into the sharpest gun blades in the world, killing any enemy who tries to stand in his way.
Blood-red clouds shrouded the entire port, overwhelmingly suppressing the power of the other demon gods. There were faint ring of fire flares floating in the surging clouds.
Famas lowered his head and closed his eyes, gathering his energy and concentration. The armor that protected the young man slowly disappeared. Large bloody divine lines climbed onto his face, connecting the patterns symbolizing fire on his earlobes. Horrifying scars were distributed vertically and horizontally. everywhere in the body.
The fire-like red eyes were numb and cold, the Munata-style toga covered the body, Famas' bare feet were hanging in the air, and the sky and the earth simultaneously turned into extremely blazing flames.
War is a harsh winter, but it brings warmth; war is a warm spring, but it consumes everything.
The gun blade that once shook Sky Island was cut vertically from the sky.
In an instant, all the buildings blocking the gun blade collapsed. The fragile strata collapsed downwards like a hot knife cutting through butter. Everyone who stepped on the land of Yangang felt violent vibrations.
Brilliant rose-red auroras and orange-yellow flares compete for the sky, and there is neither night nor dawn.
The spear blade cut Liyue in half from west to east. The entire area from Tianheng Mountain to Yuehai Pavilion, Xinyue Xuan to Liyue North Pier was dragged into the fractured and melted strata. The Qianyan Army and Liyue residents who had no time to evacuate were all killed. All reduced to ashes.
Keqing, who was closest to Famas and facing the violent power, forced herself to gather her energy, only to find that the enemy's excited faces were slowly turning white, and the various soldiers and flowers, grass and land merged together, as if they were slowly being forcibly rolled into a round shape by an external force. shape, gradually melting.
Warm red flares filled his eyes, like the fiery sun in the sky.
Keqing turned to look at the Qianyan Army and the alchemists who were supporting them. Their frightened and desperate faces turned into extremely blazing red wheels. Looking around, everyone's faces were changing. No matter what shape it is, no matter what expression it is, it is all rolled into a red and yellow circle.
Everyone began to melt, and the viscous liquid gradually dripped down from their necks to their feet.
The Qianyan Army who was close to Famas could not feel the heat. The scorching sun in their eyes dripped like viscous liquid, flowing from the distant sky into the burned-out buildings, leaving a dark circular void in its original location.
Only then did Qing notice something sticky dripping onto her face. She reached out and touched her cheek, and it turned out that her body was gradually melting away.
Faced with the terrifying divine power, Keqing was still trying to mobilize the power of the thunder element, but her hands shook uncontrollably, and the rock green gifted by the emperor also slipped into the hot ground.
"Ningguang, the people... I leave it to you."
The purple-haired girl opened her eyes wide and stared at the violent fire without fear. The Eye of God on the back of her neck shone with the last thunder until it fell into the rock formation and disappeared.
The cruel and merciless war was like a fire burning the heart, triggering the most serious earthquake in Liyue's history. The southern foot of Tianheng Mountain collapsed downwards. The shaking of the strata spread from Tianheng Mountain through Guyun Pavilion, and the aftermath even spread to the layers of rocks in the west. Abyss.
The once prosperous wharf is now penetrated by spears made of flames. From top to bottom, you can only vaguely see scattered firelight. The surface is piled with red and black crystals created by the violent collision of fire elements and rocks. It is bottomless. Gully runs across Liyue, and the incoming seawater turns into steam.
At the same time, the sea outside Daozhu, which is thousands of miles away from Liyue, is covered with dark clouds. Purple thunder roars from the distance, like drums at a banquet, and the air is so stuffy that it makes people breathless, like a precursor to the coming mountain rain. .
According to the people of Inazuma, the most noble Lord of the Imperial Palace, the Lord of the Imperial Palace, is sitting cross-legged on the eight-foot magatama totem in the center of the Pure Land. His demeanor is quiet and profound, and cannot be fathomed.
"Sister, he is back."
The thundering light of rice lit up in the purple eyes of the tearful woman, but the nostalgic look disappeared in an instant.
At the highest point of the castle tower, a doll with the same appearance as the woman with the mole of tears stood condescendingly, with a look of indifference and disgust emerging.
“Rice Wife is the kingdom of eternity.”
"War is the eternal enemy!"
Except for the secluded Rice Wife, the boundless dark sea is the last place where the demon god lives on the Teyvat continent.
The girl with fiery red hair was walking alone in the gorgeous sea of stars. She was wearing leather armor, which only covered her sensitive parts, revealing her strong waist and abdomen and a large area of black and red skin. Her reddish-brown eyes stared straight ahead.
Although it is called the Dark Sea by the gods of Teyvat, there is also a large area of land here.
But at this time, the girl seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusion, walking in the vast space without making any sound.
This is a lonely journey that only belongs to her.
The branches of silver-white ancient trees rise from the earth underground, covering the boundless sky.
"Sister Vanessa, walk slower, Lind may not be able to keep up."
A childish and crisp voice came from behind, and a petite figure appeared out of thin air. After trotting for several steps, he quickly caught up with the girl in cool clothes in front of her. She grabbed her sister's hand and acted coquettishly.
Vanessa sighed, slowed down, and looked back at her sister.
"Lind."
Hearing the girl call out her name, Lind flashed her long eyelashes, her green pupils dilated slightly, and timidly rubbed her arm.
Vanessa lowered her eyes, stared into her sister's eyes, touched the girl's red hair with nostalgia, and helped her hold down the upturned hair.
"It's always a trap like this, do you really think I'd fall for it?"
The girl's eyes suddenly became cold, and she mercilessly pushed down the sister pretending to be a monster in front of her.
Suddenly, the edge of the space began to crumble, and the mottled colorful fragments could be clearly seen. The entire star sea began to collapse, and countless nebulae were shrouded in red squares and fell into the vast sea beneath their feet.
At this time, the dark sea appearing in front of Vanessa seemed more real. The surging ominous demonic barrier filled the sky, and the monster's mournful roar came from the distance, seeming to be angry about why the girl could see through its illusion.
"Don't bring out this little trick."
Vanessa suddenly didn't realize that she raised her hands and stretched. The thin clothes turned into the shawl of the knights again.
The light leather gloves were engraved with patterns of ancient silver trees, her long fiery red hair was tied in a ponytail behind her back, and the roaring red lion pattern made the girl look heroic.
The roar of the monster faded away, and Vanessa wanted to pursue it, but sparks suddenly lit up in the sky shrouded by dark karma, and the symbolic power of war in the distant sky was ignited again.
The girl's progress suddenly stopped, and her face changed with complex expressions of surprise, surprise, and hesitation, and finally turned into firm determination.
Vanessa took out the letter paper with magical patterns from her arms, and the fire element outlined scrawled writing on her fingertips.
"To Ms. Alice, the great adventurer of the world and the patriarch of the Witches."
"The god of slaughter is resurrected... In the final judgment, we must burn our faith."
The written letter was folded by the girl, the complicated magic patterns shone, and the paper flew into the void like a butterfly.
After confirming that the letter was delivered, Vanessa glanced at the escaping monster unwillingly, turned around and hurried towards the direction of Teyvat Continent.
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