"We’ll really have to rely on everyone’s help this time."
Venti wore his trademark smile as he politely expressed his gratitude.
"You really do live up to your reputation as Mondstadt’s number-one slacker."
Looking at Venti’s obvious intention to coast through the entire operation, Kamisato Satoru felt an overwhelming urge to launch a precision strike directly at him.
"Ehe?!"
Rather than feeling ashamed, Venti playfully stuck out his tongue, wearing an expression that practically said, What are you going to do about it?
Jean had originally wanted to say a few words in the Anemo Archon’s defense, but when she remembered everything this guy normally did, she simply closed her mouth.
After all, everything Kamisato Satoru said was true.
There was no way to argue with it.
Mondstadt hadn’t witnessed a manifestation of the Anemo Archon in hundreds of years. If the dragon crisis hadn’t grown this serious, Venti would probably still be in some tavern scamming people into buying him drinks.
Just thinking about it left Jean mentally exhausted.
Especially after corresponding with Ningguang and learning that Liyue’s Geo Archon at least gave his people some guidance from time to time.
The comparison was almost painfully depressing.
Diluc stood coldly off to the side. He certainly had no blind reverence for this particular god.
"Enough talk. Let’s move!"
Under the admiring gazes of the guards, the formidable dragon-subjugation party officially set out for Stormterror’s Lair.
...
"Keh... Hahaha! You foolish mortals. That poor dragon has long since been branded by the Abyss."
A Cryo Abyss Mage materialized out of thin air.
It bounced around in midair, having clearly learned from what had happened to its previous companion. Its translucent Cryo shield had already been raised to maximum strength well in advance.
It had no intention of being killed before it could even finish speaking.
"As long as we purge the corrupted blood from his body, Dvalin will regain his senses."
Jean tightly gripped the Aquila Favonia and pointed its cold blade directly at the enemy, her voice firm as steel.
"Hehehe... Such confidence. But that little girl from the Lawrence Clan is hanging by a thread right now. Are you really going to stand by and let her die?"
Kamisato Satoru’s heart skipped a beat.
He immediately pulled off his blindfold.
Within those azure eyes, the flow of every kind of Elemental Energy became clearly visible.
"You bastards! You actually lured the Golden Wolflord into Mondstadt!"
For once, Venti’s voice was filled with towering rage.
As someone who had personally lived through the war involving Khaenri’ah, he knew all too well how destructive that creature could be.
The wind had carried news from afar.
Just moments ago, the Golden Wolflord had emerged without warning from an unstable spatial rift and descended upon Starsnatch Cliff.
"Yahaha! The power of the Abyss will eventually drown this entire continent and drag your precious Seven from their thrones!"
The Abyss Mage twisted through a bizarre dance in midair, its provocation blatant.
"A pathetic oversized worm like you dares run its mouth in front of me?"
Kamisato Satoru looked coldly down at it, not a trace of warmth in his eyes.
"I’ll leave Dvalin’s mess to all of you."
He understood perfectly well that the Golden Wolflord’s appearance was most likely aimed at him.
Aether must have recognized him as a threat.
If that was the case, then Satoru would have to eliminate this problem himself.
And knowing Eula’s stubborn personality, she would rather die fighting than retreat a single step.
This was probably what people called the butterfly effect.
The Prince of the Abyss had actually brought over a monster like this.
"All right. Go!"
Venti nodded heavily.
The threat the Golden Wolflord posed to Mondstadt was no less severe than Stormterror himself.
Ordinary Vision bearers were simply no match for it.
"Ayaka, don’t force yourself into a head-on fight. Your own safety comes first."
Kamisato Satoru turned and carefully reminded her.
Ayaka wasn’t like Lumine, who practically came equipped with a protagonist’s plot armor.
There was no way he could avoid worrying about her.
"I understand. Brother, you must be extremely careful as well."
Kamisato Ayaka watched him intently, her expression exceptionally solemn.
"You think you can leave? Not so easily!"
The Abyss Mage shrieked and swung its staff.
Countless ice crystals poured down like a rain of arrows.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Quit getting in my way. I don’t have time to waste on you."
The ice crystals struck Kamisato Satoru’s invisible Infinity and instantly shattered into glittering powder.
He snorted impatiently.
With a casual flick of his finger, a red sphere of light shot out and detonated in midair.
The Abyss Mage was instantly blasted into ashes.
Whoosh!
With the annoying fly dealt with, Kamisato Satoru vanished from the spot and headed straight for Starsnatch Cliff.
Meanwhile, under Venti’s guidance, Lumine and the others began venturing deeper into the ruins.
...
"Everyone, retreat! Get as far away from here as possible!"
Eula gripped the massive Song of Broken Pines tightly in both hands, her beautiful eyes fixed solemnly on the enormous monster circling overhead.
Fine beads of cold sweat had formed across her forehead.
The aura of death radiating from the Golden Wolflord exerted an intense pressure on her.
Only a few minutes earlier, they had been carrying out a routine patrol when two Abyss Mages suddenly appeared and tore open a spatial rift.
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