Sirin's eyes reflected the scene before her.
She praised the other party's strength aloud.
However, after learning about the concept of Herrschers, this kind of strength had become quite reasonable to her.
Herrschers grew stronger as civilization grew stronger.
If a Herrscher born in that kind of world did not possess this kind of world-destroying strength, that would be even more confusing.
If they were still like the Herrschers in the Honkai world.
In his world, let alone destroying the world or humanity.
Wouldn't he be discovered and immediately captured by the Interastral Peace Corporation and turned into some unknown type of thermal weapon?
However, the one thing Sirin found confusing was this.
Why did he have no hatred toward the world and humanity after becoming a Herrscher?
It was not impossible, but a Herrscher without those emotions should have been like Welt, who taught at St. Freya.
He should have lost the ability to connect to the Imaginary Space and draw Honkai energy from it.
Why was Levi, despite not having the heart of a proper Herrscher, still able to enjoy the benefits the gods gave to proper Herrschers?
"Sorry, I used cheats."
Levi's voice came from above her head.
Because the two were still connected, both of them could vaguely sense the other's mental activity.
For example, Levi could sense what Sirin was thinking.
Sirin could also sense what Levi was thinking, for example, right now he was thinking...
Sirin suddenly showed a look of disgust. "Disgusting."
Tentacle monsters and the like were really disgusting.
She lowered her head and looked at Osial in the sea. Because she had received some strange knowledge from Levi, she now felt a deep disgust even toward this tentacle monster.
"Get rid of him quickly. I want to go back."
She aimed her palm at Osial and clenched it in the air. The other party's body instantly stopped moving.
After being sealed and suppressed for a thousand years, Osial had only just escaped, and his strength was barely anything.
Let alone facing Levi, even against Sirin, the strongest Herrscher, he was no match.
'Can't you stay a little longer?'
"If you don't go back, I'll go back."
After replying to Kiana, Sirin raised her head again and looked at Levi. After staring at his phantom in the clouds for a while, she shook her head.
"If I stay like this any longer, I'm afraid I'll forget what happened back then..."
She lowered her head and looked at her palm, clenching and opening her fist, clenching and opening it... repeating this dozens of times.
"I don't want to forget my hatred!"
As Sirin's voice fell, a greatsword made of flames began stabbing toward the surface of the sea.
The seawater evaporated, and the steam blocked the view of the people watching from the shore. They could only see a crimson sword embedded in the water through the mist.
"Done!"
The flames disappeared. Levi clapped his hands and looked toward Guyun Pavilion, which Sirin had moved above Osial, nodding in satisfaction.
"Why not kill him directly?"
Sirin looked at Guyun Pavilion, which had been moved over intact beneath her feet.
She could not understand why Levi, when he could clearly kill him, had still made her move Guyun Pavilion over and seal him again.
In her view, as long as something was sealed, the problem could not be completely solved.
One day, he would appear again. No one knew what would happen then.
Anyway, without her and Levi around, this nation called Liyue would definitely have a hard time.
"Killing him wouldn't completely solve the trouble either."
Levi explained to Sirin, "There is a concept in this world called the resentment of the gods. You can tell where it comes from just by hearing the name."
As he spoke, Levi raised his head and gazed in the direction of Wangshu Inn.
If all five Yaksha had still been there, killing Osial would have been fine. The god's resentment left behind after his death could have been effectively dealt with.
But now, only General Alatus remained of the five Yaksha.
And his body had already been eroded by the resentment of the gods, leaving him at risk of falling into madness at any time.
If the resentment of another god appeared at this time, that guy would definitely go crazy.
Literally crazy.
"If the last Yaksha goes crazy too, there'll be no one left to deal with the resentment of the gods on Liyue's land."
"So you're actually pretty kind-hearted."
"Of course!"
Sirin glanced at Levi's proud expression, then turned around, preparing to leave this place and return to her own world.
"Wait!"
Kiana still wanted to drag things out a little longer, but Sirin gave her no chance.
She directly returned to her original world.
At the same time, she said, "Stay any longer and you might forget who Mei is."
"How could that happen!"
Kiana retorted. As Mei's number-one fan, how could she possibly forget who Mei was?
Even if she forgot to eat, she would never forget Mei.
"Heh heh."
Watching Kiana leave, Levi glanced at the calm sea beneath his feet before appearing in front of Zhongli in an instant.
He cupped his fists and said, "Fortunately, I have not failed you! The invading enemy has been suppressed!"
Seeing him like this, Zhongli did not know what to say. After a long while, he finally squeezed out, "Well done."
He looked toward Guyun Pavilion in the distance, whose position had been changed. Perhaps others could not tell, but to the Geo Archon, who had long since engraved every blade of grass and every tree in Liyue into his mind,
he could tell at a glance that Guyun Pavilion's position had changed.
And all of this was obviously the work of the person in front of him, or perhaps his white-haired companion.
'To move Guyun Pavilion in such a short amount of time... The power of space?'
'What a mysterious fellow.'
———
Meanwhile, after escaping the white-haired demon's clutches, Tartaglia avoided the pedestrians along the way and hurried back to the Fatui's base in Liyue Harbor.
Northland Bank.
When Tartaglia appeared, the Fatui inside all froze when they saw his miserable state.
As a Harbinger of the Fatui, even if he was the Eleventh, there probably weren't many people in Teyvat who could beat him into this state.
Especially considering that he was said to possess some kind of ultimate weapon.
Some of the Fatui reacted quickly. After seeing Tartaglia seriously injured, they immediately went to get medicine and apply it to him.
"My lord, you..."
"Heh heh, seeing you in this sorry state is really a rare sight."
A familiar laugh came from behind. Tartaglia turned his head toward the woman walking over. "Lady, I didn't expect you to show up here. You got the Anemo Gnosis?"
"Of course."
Tartaglia looked at the Gnosis in her hand, which radiated intense Anemo energy.
He sighed.
"I've already gotten news about where the remains of the Exuvia were placed..."
He had originally planned to investigate during that so-called enthronement ceremony, but before he could even begin, he had been caught and beaten up by that crazy woman.
Now the Gnosis was probably already in the hands of that 'Little Lord,' right?
"Hey, Lady, for the sake of being colleagues, give me some advice. I'm really not good at using my brain."
"I can tell."
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Looking at the Lady as she mocked him, Tartaglia's bloodstained lips twitched. He looked at his own injuries.
He had nothing to say.
The Lady did not give him any advice either. After looking at him in this state and laughing twice, she left.
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