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Several small figures dressed in fur and carrying simple wooden bows were placed on the city wall.
Their arrows were weak and feeble, their trajectories unpredictable; eight out of ten arrows missed their mark, and one even struck the rear of a knight fighting below (luckily, his armor was thick)...
"Also, place a dozen or so 'swordsmen' in Mondstadt and let them search for and fight enemies on their own!"
Er Kang added.
Why don't we deploy all high-level units?
Gu Qian asked at this moment.
"Because we don't have enough money, this isn't sandbox mode, and we only have 10,000 in total, so let's be careful."
Zhang Chu tapped the numbers displayed on the tablet and explained, then tapped them a few more times.
And so, a group of tiny red figures appeared on the streets of Mondstadt. They wielded longswords, walked with stiff steps, and swarmed any monsters they saw, hacking and slashing haphazardly. Occasionally, they would even fight among themselves because their paths were blocked...
Watching this group of red, mentally challenged little figures chasing ferocious monsters all over the city, occasionally getting slapped flat by the monsters, and sometimes inexplicably killing or injuring a few monsters with their wild, unorthodox punches, everyone present, including the Knights of Favonius and the adventurers who were fighting, fell into a deep silence.
Abedo, who had just arrived, witnessed everything, and the genius alchemist's lips twitched violently.
With the rigor and curiosity unique to researchers, he quietly stopped a small "swordsman" figure passing by and carefully lifted its simple helmet.
Beneath the helmet was a pixelated face, even more rudimentary, lifeless, and with an extremely empty gaze.
Aberdo stared into those "eyes" for three seconds.
Then, he quietly and gently put the helmet back on the little man, and even patted it on the shoulder considerately, indicating that it could continue fighting.
He turned around, took a deep breath, and felt that if he continued watching, his intelligence and all the alchemical knowledge he had acquired in his life might be irreversibly contaminated.
This battle was fought in a way that was... far too abstract!
Just when everyone thought that these oddly styled and intellectually challenged "placers" would only cause trouble, and even began to consider whether the Knights should also list them as "unstable factors that need to be eliminated," a sudden change occurred in the center of the battlefield!
The Void Monarch, which had been wildly swinging its sword at the air, suddenly stopped its perplexing behavior.
An ominous crimson light began to seep from the gaps in its simple bone armor, and a violent crimson tornado suddenly swirled around it! The wind howled mournfully, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing!
"No, no! What is it going to do?!"
Paimon was so frightened that he hid behind Ying.
The tornado suddenly dissipated!
The Void Monarch, who was originally just a slightly gloomy figure, has now undergone a dramatic transformation—his body has swelled up, twisted demon horns have grown from the sides of his helmet, tattered bat wings have spread from his back, and the greatsword in his hand is wrapped in purplish-black destructive energy. The entire "person" exudes a terrifying pressure that makes people's hearts tremble!
Demon form - Void Monarch, has arrived!
It didn't even need a running start; it simply swung the giant sword that seemed capable of tearing through space at the dense horde of monsters in front of it!
“Buzz——!!!”
A massive shockwave, mixed with turbulent purple energy and countless sharp black bone spikes, erupted violently forward in a fan shape!
Wherever it passed, whether it was a Hilichurl, an Abyss Mage, or a Ruin Guard, they were all instantly torn apart, shattered, and annihilated!
Just like erasing pencil marks with an eraser, it forcefully cleared a huge fan-shaped vacuum zone in the surging tide of monsters!
This extreme and pure destructive power left Diluc and Kaeya, who had just been fighting side by side nearby (and trying to avoid damage from its allies), completely dumbfounded.
Diluc even forgot to maintain the flames on his Favonius Greatsword: "..."
Kaeya's signature smile froze completely on his face, and his ice sword nearly fell to the ground: "...Was this thing just pretending to be weak to take advantage of the enemy?"
Meanwhile, the King, who had been used as a ball by the Hilichurl King, finally staggered to its target—the Hilichurl King that had just gotten up.
King Chuqiu angrily pounded his chest, preparing to swat the annoying little thing away again.
However, the demonic transformation seems to be some kind of signal.
Suddenly, the king's simple crown shone with golden light. It clumsily raised the seemingly ridiculous giant sword, no longer swinging it wildly like a tortoise, but with a certain... mysterious trajectory?
A simple yet lightning-fast slash!
The once arrogant Hilichurl King was sent flying dozens of meters away as if struck by a battering ram. It crashed into three broken walls before coming to a stop, a huge wound on its chest almost splitting it in two!
Everyone: "!!!" (The contrast is too big!)
Meanwhile, new "reinforcements" were being "airdropped" from the tablet by the four-person team!
A squad of musketeers in red uniforms marched past in a crooked line, their steps extremely awkward.
They slowly raised their old-fashioned muzzle-loading muskets.
"Ready—Fire!" (Although no one actually gave the command.)
boom!boom!boom!boom!
A sparse but surprisingly accurate volley of gunfire rang out, and a row of Hilichurl archers and Spellblooms charging forward fell to the ground!
Although the reloading speed is outrageously slow, its firepower projection capability is indeed not to be underestimated.
On the other side, a gunslinger wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a trench coat, resembling a Western cowboy, moved like a ghost along the edge of the battlefield.
His figure flashed a few times, and the firing motion of the revolver in his hand was so unclear that it could not be seen. Only a few gunshots that were almost consecutive could be heard: "Bang bang bang bang bang!"
As he gracefully turned around, twirled the revolver between his fingertips, and returned it to its holster, six Hilichurl thugs behind him froze in their charging stances, then simultaneously had a bullet hole appear between their eyebrows and collapsed to the ground.
"Ouch——!"
A bear-headed axeman wearing a huge bear-head hat and with bulging muscles let out a roar that was not human. He wielded a giant axe as big as a door panel and charged straight into the place where the monsters were most concentrated like a human tank!
It doesn't care about any moves; it just uses the simplest and most brutal slashing and sweeping attacks!
Each swing of the axe brought up a trail of severed limbs, carving a bloody path through the monster horde and unleashing a berserk, unstoppable rampage!
The feelings of the Mondstadt defenders, from knights to civilians, were beyond words.
They watched as these paper-thin characters, who were idiotic and comical one second and could unleash astonishing fighting power the next, felt their worldview being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.
The ensemble leader rubbed her forehead, feeling a little dizzy: "Lisa... have I been approving too many documents lately and am I hallucinating?"
Lisa yawned lazily, but her eyes sparkled with interest: "Hehe, it seems that the 'art of war' in another world is much more abstract than we imagined."
Chapter 110 The Angel of Death
"Is this right? Is this reasonable?"
As he watched the group of crudely drawn "placers" below suddenly transform from comical characters into ruthless mowing men, Abedo felt as if his alchemical knowledge and aesthetic sense were being tortured.
He fell into deep self-doubt, as if the rigorous logic he had studied all his life had become a joke at this moment.
"Um... Mr. Abedo? What's wrong? You look strange..."
A childish, slightly sticky voice came from behind Abedo.
A small, adorable dragon, covered in scales and with eyes as bright as rubies, flew over, flapping its wings and curiously nuzzling Abedo's arm with its head.
This is the little Dulin born from the adventures in "Fairy Tale Kingdom".
However, instead of following the stragglers, he ended up by chance with General Raiden, whose personality had become gentle (and even a bit silly) after being "humanized" (?) by the four-person group.
"It's nothing, little Dulin..."
Abedo rubbed his temples, his voice tinged with weariness.
"I just suddenly realized that even I am not immune to the mistake of judging people by their appearance... Hmm, a profound lesson."
He shook his head and turned his gaze to the even more extraordinary battle in the sky—the giant, silver-white mecha wolf king was locked in a fierce struggle with the frantically roaring, constantly resurrecting demonic dragon, Dulin.
Abedo suddenly felt a headache coming on.
His original plan (or rather, his conjecture) was to create some kind of resonance or fusion between the innocent little Dulin and the cursed dragon Dulin, thereby giving the dragon a new life, allowing the little Dulin to inherit its power and existence, while retaining its pure self-awareness.
But now, given the situation...
The dragon Durin has been beaten into a "perpetual resurrection experience pack" by the Wolf King. It's a miracle that Mondstadt wasn't destroyed by it. What's the point of talking about fusion? The plan is completely ruined!
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The battle raged high in the sky.
The Wolf King delivered another powerful side kick, sending the charging dragon Dulin flying like a football.
Immediately afterwards, the armor on its mechanical arm slid open, and with a hum of energy gathering, a long and cold giant high-frequency vibrating sword was drawn out, whistling through the air as it precisely swept across the neck of the dragon Dulin!
The enormous dragon head flew away in response!
However, the next second, the despairing scene unfolded once again.
What gushed from the severed neck of the dragon Dulin was not blood, but countless writhing black fleshy tentacles that exuded a strong ominous aura!
These tentacles, as if they were alive, quickly grabbed the flying head and forcefully pulled it back to its original position. The flesh and blood writhed and spliced together wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original state!
A flash of blue light appeared in the Wolf King's eyes, and the plasma cannon on his shoulder lit up with a blinding light again. After charging to its limit, a thick beam of energy shot out and instantly swallowed up the demonic dragon Dulin, who had just reattached his head!
"boom--!!!"
Amidst the massive explosion, the enormous body of the dragon Dulin was blasted into a shower of dark red blood foam and bits of flesh.
But it still didn't work!
The scattered blood and bits of flesh seemed to be pulled back by invisible threads, swirling back at an even faster speed, frantically gathering and reforming in the air... It looked as if a complete dragon, Dulin, was about to take shape again!
Just when this desperate cycle seemed destined to continue indefinitely—
"when--!"
A deep, resonant bell, seemingly traversing through time, suddenly echoed in the hearts of every living being.
"Listen..."
A deep, ancient voice, imbued with boundless majesty, echoed in the air.
Before anyone knew it, the enormous figure draped in a black cloak and wearing a skeletal mask—King Hassan—was already silently suspended in mid-air.
The heavy sword in his hand, a symbol of death itself, was slowly raised.
"The evening bell has revealed your true name..."
As he chanted, the intangible concept of death began to coalesce, and the sky seemed to darken slightly.
"The feather of death, beheading..."
The moment he finished speaking, Wang Hassan's figure seemed to merge into the space itself, disappearing into thin air.