“Hahahahahaha!!!”
Jia Changjiang’s wild laughter echoed through the stormy skies, mingling with the sound of crashing waves and pounding rain.
Matching his booming laughter was his relentless charge across the Jade Chamber, mowing down Fatui soldiers in his path.
“Come on! Come on!”
Swinging his monk’s staff like an unstoppable juggernaut, Jia Changjiang smashed through a Fatui guerrilla soldier. The staff’s engraved Sanskrit glowed faintly as it shattered the stone constructs conjured by the soldier before crushing his skull in one decisive blow. The lifeless body was hurled into another Fatui, sending them both tumbling to the ground.
There was no hesitation in Jia Changjiang’s movements. His actions were not the impulsive swings of a drunkard but the calculated strikes of a warrior who had prepared himself for this moment.
Those eighteen bowls of liquor? A toast to courage, a gamble, and a reminder to himself that the battlefield was where he belonged. Now, he wasn’t just here to fight—he was here to become a god of slaughter.
A Fatui Debt Collector crept up behind him, blade poised to strike, but before the attack could land, Jia Changjiang spun around, impaling the enemy’s throat with a sword he had seemingly conjured out of thin air. With a downward thrust, the blade pierced the collector’s chest at an angle, ending him instantly.
Even as the collector collapsed, his expression was one of shock. Where had Jia Changjiang gotten that sword?
Had the man lived long enough to ask, Jia Changjiang might have answered with a grin, I bought it with your boss’s Mora.
—
Jia Changjiang’s arrival shifted the tide of battle, easing the Millelith’s overwhelming burden.
Previously struggling to fend off the Fatui, the Millelith now found the space to regroup and form tighter defensive lines around the Guizhong Ballistae.
Still, their eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to Jia Changjiang as he cut a path through the Fatui ranks.
To them, he seemed like a war god incarnate.
For the Millelith who had witnessed Jia Changjiang’s feats during the events at Tianheng Mountain—when he had confronted the Adepti with unwavering resolve—this scene only reinforced their awe. Back then, he had stood tall, monk’s staff in hand, exuding the aura of a celestial being.
But now?
This was no celestial being. This was a god of slaughter, a force of destruction in human form.
Jia Changjiang’s ferocity reignited the Millelith’s morale, which had wavered under the pressure of the Fatui and the vortex demon god.
In their minds, the Millelith repeated the words they had sworn upon enlistment:
“The rock remains unyielding, the mountains unshaken; armor stands as a bulwark, purging all evil.”
With renewed vigor, the Millelith advanced, shields and spears at the ready, their formation holding firm even as the Fatui attacks grew fiercer and the demon god’s oppressive aura loomed ever larger.
Lumine, battling alongside Keqing, couldn’t help but notice the change in the Millelith.
“Are they… different now?” she murmured, deflecting a Fatui soldier’s strike.
“Traveler! Traveler!” Paimon’s panicked voice interrupted her. “The demon god! Look at the demon god!”
Out in the ocean, Osial’s five serpent-like heads reared back, their deafening roars shaking the heavens. Glowing orbs of energy began forming in their mouths, coalescing into massive spheres of water charged with destructive power.
“The vortex demon god’s divine power… I know it well,” a calm voice said.
Xiao appeared beside Lumine, his polearm at the ready. “Stay alert. Dodge what you can.”
As Xiao spoke, the energy spheres shot into the sky, disappearing into the storm clouds above. Moments later, torrents of water rained down in massive blasts, targeting the Jade Chamber and the battlefield below.
One particularly enormous water bomb descended toward the ballistae, threatening to engulf the entire area.
“Archaic Petra!” Lumine shouted, summoning her Geo construct to shield herself and Keqing. The falling star crashed down, creating a small safe zone beneath its protective cover.
On another platform, Jia Changjiang grabbed a nearby Fatui Heavy Gunner and used the soldier as a human shield, taking the brunt of the watery onslaught. He staggered slightly under the impact, but his determined grin never wavered.
The Jade Chamber trembled under the relentless assault, the force of Osial’s attacks threatening to tear it apart.
The vortex demon god glared at the structure that dared to challenge him, his wrath intensifying as he recognized the familiar energies of the Adepti who had once sealed him away.
—
The Fatui’s reinforcements kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Even as the Millelith fought valiantly and the Guizhong Ballistae continued to fire, the situation grew increasingly dire.
“Paimon doesn’t like this! The attacks are getting stronger, and there are more and more Fatui! What if we can’t hold out?” Paimon fretted, her voice trembling.
“We hold the line no matter what,” Lumine said firmly, her expression resolute. “The demon god isn’t going to stop just because we give up!”
Her words caught Keqing’s attention, who glanced at Lumine with a hint of admiration.
At that moment, a gentle yet commanding voice spoke beside them.
“Children, are you about to admit defeat?”
“Madam Ping!” Lumine turned, her face lighting up at the sight of the elderly Adeptus. “Do you have a plan?”
“Of course,” Madam Ping replied with a serene smile. “Take this.”
A surge of energy flowed into Lumine, coursing through her veins and filling her with newfound strength.
“This is… Adepti energy?” Lumine clenched her fist, marveling at the power now at her command.
A Fatui soldier lunged toward her, but Lumine swung her sword instinctively.
Boom!
A massive shockwave erupted from her blade, sending the soldier flying and knocking several others off their feet.
“That’s… incredible!” Paimon gasped, eyes wide.
Lumine stared at her hands in awe, gripping her sword tightly. This newfound strength wasn’t just a boon—it was a call to action.
“Let’s finish this,” she muttered, determination blazing in her eyes.
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