What a Huge Moth! / When Facing Big Brother, I Strike with My Greatsword

"Call out!"

An ice spike flew past Ying's ear, knocking away the Abyss Herald behind her.

"Bang!"

The scorching bullet grazed Rosalyn's soft waist, striking another Abyss Herald.

On the fierce battlefield, the two were like two flowers vying for beauty, composed and elegant, unrestrained and dashing, yet neither willing to yield to the other.

"Hmph!" ×2

Ying and Rosalyn both snorted coldly.

I felt inexplicably annoyed, but also inexplicably cooperated very well.

"Putting aside your questionable stance of protecting that Kandria just now, you're quite skilled. How about considering joining the Fatui? There's a vacancy right now, and you should have the potential to climb to the Harbinger position."

"No need, I'm Boss An's... person, and I have no intention of changing jobs."

"And who is Boss An? Oh, I remember now, that lucky genius alchemist."

"Anyway, putting aside your Fatui identity as a member of the Fatui, you're not so bad!"

As they entered battle, they both discovered each other's strengths—powerful, efficient, and never a liability in combat, plus striking good looks.

The two of them each held off a small portion of the defensive line, and their combined contribution was greater than that of the entire regiment of Fatui.

The initial displeasure gradually faded through this collaborative exchange, replaced by a shared sense of appreciation.

"I feel it's necessary to explain. Dainsleif's goal was also to stop the Abyss Order; in fact, he helped us uncover the Abyss Order's conspiracy. I don't think he's a bad person."

"Human hearts are treacherous; good and evil are not so easy to distinguish. Don't be so naive. You must know that it was Kandria who brought about that... abhorrent disaster."

"I understand your thoughts, but I also trust my eyes."

"Alright, I don't dislike people who stick to their opinions. However, I was serious about the invitation I just received. The Fatui currently in dire need of talent, especially experts like yourself, and we never discriminate based on nationality, only on ability. In Winter Solstice, under the Queen's command, you can receive the fairest treatment and the most generous benefits. Think it over carefully."

Rosalyn was genuinely starting to appreciate his talent.

Two of the Fatui' Harbinger have fallen: one was a divine puppet whose strength was second only to the Demon God Divine Puppet, and the other was a leader in scientific research and technology. The losses are considerable. Even the Pantalone's letters repeatedly requested that she keep an eye out for talented people while she is away.

Look at the smoothness of that swift, decisive strike, the agility of that perfect blend of spear and sword. If paired with custom-designed Winter's End technology, even the likes of [Childe] would be no match.

This would be perfect for joining the Fatui!

Ying could sense the other person's sincerity, so she responded politely:

"It's a pity that my first stop wasn't Zhidong, otherwise I might have accepted. But now I already have a Boss, and I haven't thought about changing."

That's truly a pity.

During their conversation, the two unconsciously found themselves back to back.

Without eye contact or verbal exchange, Rosalyn waved her hand, releasing a terrifying chill that froze the air. A blue glow emanated from Ying's [Skyward Blade], and dense Anemo Elemental Power pulsed along the blade.

"Fall into the abyss!"

"Wind's Breath!"

A tornado of Cryo roared up, soaring into the sky and freezing everything in its path. It swept across the entire area with a terrifying, overwhelming force, like the true wrath of nature, or even more terrifying.

A terrifying ice tornado swept across the battlefield, engulfing all the Abyss Herald present. At the same time, it precisely bypassed the Fatui's soldiers, though it inevitably affected them somewhat, at least preventing them from being swept into the storm of death.

The astonishing power, and the even more chilling control it exerted, caused the hearts of the Fatui had escaped the calamity to stop beating.

The Harbinger is one thing; they all understand that's beyond the reach of normal humans. But who exactly is this blond-haired girl?

The two, having completed their combined attack, exchanged a glance and nodded to each other in unison.

"Well done, you deserve praise."

"You're just as good, very powerful. But it seems the Abyss Order has stopped?"

"Ying, it seems no new enemies have appeared, and I've run out of bombs. What do we do now?"

Paimon flew over from the side, approached Bright, and shook his empty bag.

Ying frowned, turning to look at Rosalyn, only to see her deep in thought, clearly unsure of the Abyss Order's intentions. So, she pushed Paimon back and said:

"Go to Dvalin's side and protect yourself; things may not be over yet."

"Then you need to be careful, I can't help you anymore."

Although Paimon was worried, she knew that without those bombs she would only be one-fifth of a wild boar, so she obediently flew towards Dvalin to accept the dragon's protection.

However, almost at the same time she left, another pitch-black spatial portal unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"Is there more? Perfect, I haven't had enough yet!"

Rosalyn rushed over almost without thinking.

The Witch's rage never subsides, especially when facing an enemy like the Abyss; the more she kills, the higher her fury rises. Even the protection of the Cryo Archon cannot completely suppress Rosalyn's madness at this moment.

The last Abyss Herald to appear was clearly a level above the mass-produced elite monsters before him. He raised a weapon that resembled both a hidden blade and body armor plates, blocking Rosalyn's oncoming attack.

"Clang!!!"

Rosalyn confronted the Abyss Herald, their fingers clashing against her sleeve armor, producing a crisp sound like swords clashing, while a powerful shockwave and a chilling current swept in all directions.

Rosalyn's eyes lit up. The stronger the better! The stronger the enemy, the greater the loss to the Abyss Order after killing them, and the happier she would be.

The Abyss Herald, however, found her annoying.

"Why did you have to show up and get in the way at this time? You've ruined everything!"

"..."

Even Ying, who was standing behind and could only see Rosalyn's back, could tell that Rosalyn seemed frozen in that instant.

Immediately, a pulling force grabbed Ying's collar and dragged her backward.

Meanwhile, the surrounding Fatui were also swept away by the strong wind.

Ying was pulled back to the dragon's side, looking at him with a puzzled expression:

"Dvalin?"

"Stay next to me and don't move, it's coming."

"What's here?"

"Blazing Flames."

Dvalin sighed softly, seemingly unwilling to offer an explanation.

Ying didn't need to ask any further questions. She could already feel the heat wave hitting her face, and the surrounding air suddenly became scorching hot, as if it were boiling.

"Boom!!!"

The explosive blast spread the fiery flames in all directions, burning the land except for the area beneath Dvalin.

Fire butterflies fluttered and danced around the Witch with her outstretched, fiery red wings; flame-like spirits were worshipping their queen.

"What a huge... fluttering moth!"

Paimon stared in disbelief, even forgetting to fly for a moment, and landed on top of Ying's head.

Ying grabbed Paimon and nodded as she rubbed him.

Indeed, what a huge fluttering moth!

But they're really strong!

Chapter 229 Facing My Brother, I Strike with a Heavy Sword

"Hahaha! I destroyed everything? Who destroyed everything?!"

Rosalyn's anger was already rising amidst the carnage, eroding her reason. With that absurd and laughable question from the Abyss Herald, the boundaries of her reason collapsed instantly.

At this moment, the Cryo Archon's protection could no longer suppress her hatred. Rosalyn was completely consumed by rage and returned to the state she was in five hundred years ago. What appeared before everyone was the Crimson Witch of Flames who had once burned the earth and the Abyss monsters to ashes— Rosalyn Cruzshika Loehafat.

The Abyss Herald was not alarmed but delighted, saying:

"There's still hidden power? Excellent, being able to take away a strong person like you makes my efforts worthwhile!"

"Pain! Wailing! And then burning to ashes!"

One was Abyss Herald had no intention of returning, and the other was a vengeful flame driven mad by greed. They had nothing but each other in their eyes, and then, they pounced on each other in a frenzy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The scorching crimson flames, along with Rosalyn's mad screams and laughter, made the battle scene exceptionally terrifying.

Paimon couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands, not wanting to see anymore.

Ying frowned, sensing that her temporary comrade was in dire straits. She couldn't help but ask:

"Dvalin, what's wrong with her?"

"It's complicated, and I don't know everything clearly. In short, Rosalyn has a deep-seated blood feud with the Abyss, and her current state is due to the disaster five hundred years ago. Let her fight; let her fight for a while longer, vent her anger, and maybe she'll return to normal."

Dvalin's voice lowered slightly.

From an objective standpoint, during that calamity, both gods and dragons fought on their own battlefields, battling in the most dangerous places, and doing their utmost to protect their kingdoms. Therefore, Barbatos and Dvalin did not wrong anyone; they were not omnipotent, and they did their best.

But from the perspective of the gods and dragons, no matter how many reasons there are, they did not fully fulfill their duties as protectors. Therefore, Barbatos felt guilty, Dvalin also felt guilty to some extent.

Five hundred years ago?

Ying frowned even more deeply.

This wasn't the first time she'd heard this timeframe.

Fragments of memories flashed through his mind. Kong hurriedly awoke, opening his eyes to a burning kingdom and countless cries of agony. Without a word, Kong demanded to leave this world. Then came the most memorable encounter: the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles blocking his path—was this series of events also closely related to that calamity?

What role did Sora play in that disaster, and what did he experience?

Why did those Sustainer of Heavenly Principles target an empty space at that time?

"Ying, what are you thinking about?"

"It's alright. Dvalin, can you tell me what exactly happened five hundred years ago?"

That was information that even Wendy, the God of Wind, hadn't revealed. Luminous hadn't intended to make things difficult for Dvalin, but at this moment, she instinctively asked.

Dvalin shook his head.

"I don't know much. I only know that the Kandria caused all of that, and all Seven Nations were implicated, even most of the original Seven Archons were sacrificed... There are some things that the God of Wind keeps silent about, not because he doesn't consider you a friend, but because he has special reasons and difficulties. Please understand, in Teyvat, even gods cannot act without restraint."

"Sigh, okay."

Ying shrugged helplessly.

After all, it was the alluring and captivating Wendy. She had already expressed her apology with her mesmerizing, watery eyes. What could Ying do?

Moreover, Mondstadt has her boss and sponsor, as well as many new friends. She can't force the God of Wind; what if revealing it would bring disaster to Mondstadt? As a traveler who has journeyed through other worlds, Ying is not unaware of such possibilities.

All I can do is cheer for him.

On the other side, Rosalyn, having broken the seal, displayed astonishing power.

That's a level of strength that even travelers would need to traverse the Three Kingdoms and acquire all three Elemental Power to defeat.

Compared to Demon God, it's insignificant, but dealing with a slightly powerful Abyss Herald is a piece of cake.

"Ah!!!"

"No matter how much you scream, you won't stop! You won't even leave ashes behind! Hahaha!"

The Witch of Flame easily seized the Abyss Herald by the throat like a chicken, lifted him into the air, and burned his body with scorching flames.

The Abyss Herald screamed in agony, struggling helplessly. Anyone could see his despair, and foresee his end.

'Is this the end?'

Everyone subconsciously thought so.

After all, it seems like everyone in the Abyss Order is dead. This last one probably belongs to a leader or something similar, and with him gone, there shouldn't be any more developments.

Even as Dvalin subconsciously lowered his guard, another spatial rift opened in the air, followed by a menacing black slash.

"Boom!!!"

The sharp and swift sword energy, carrying unparalleled dark power, instantly blasted Rosalyn, who was about to declare victory, away.