I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [236]

Huh??

The blond prince was momentarily at a loss for words. He had never expected such a response from his sister.

Aether frowned, carefully explaining, "Lumine, did you not understand what I just said?"

"I understood," she replied. "And my conclusion is—my brother, of all people, is too much of a coward to keep in touch with his own sister over something like this. How pathetic."

Lumine’s voice was clear and melodious, yet her words were sharp as a blade.

A sigh of disappointment lingered on her face as she looked at him.

"Even if there's danger, shouldn't an older brother be willing to stake his life to protect his little sister? If it were me, I wouldn't hesitate for a second to stand by your side. Even if it meant making the entire world my enemy, I wouldn’t care."

"...I'm afraid." Aether murmured to himself, almost in a whisper. "Over these past five hundred years, I've witnessed deaths and farewells unlike anything I had ever known before. The path I walk now is one where every step could be my last. I see no hope for success, nor a future without sacrifice."

"Lumine, I've come to terms with that. But you... you shouldn't have to be involved."

"You're saying things that are really starting to annoy me." The Traveler girl didn't hesitate to refute him. "You don’t want me to risk my life, but I refuse to stand by and watch you tread such a dangerous road alone. So if you truly understand me, you should know—I will not give up here."

"I won't let you follow me down a path of certain death," Aether declared, his voice firm and unwavering.

"And I won’t let you walk this path alone!" Lumine's voice rang with determination.

"Then stay behind!"

"Then stay behind!"

As if in perfect synchronization, they shouted the same words at the same time. Though their meanings were entirely different, their resolve was exactly the same.

The brother wanted his sister to stay, to stop following him.

The sister wanted her brother to stay, believing they could only be whole together.

And so, they did the same thing—

"[Stone Tides, Gale Blade Surge!]"

"[Wind Vortex Sword]!"

Even as her words faded, Lumine struck without hesitation, showing no regard for the sentimental conversation they had just shared.

And her brother—of course, he understood her perfectly.

The moment Lumine activated her elemental powers, Aether had already drawn his sword once more. A deep violet energy erupted as he slashed forward, sending a massive wave of sword energy crashing ahead, slicing straight through the abrupt formation of Geo pillars in its path.

"You always do this!"

Aether let out an exasperated sigh, looking as if he had expected this all along. "Ever since we were kids, you had this habit of ambushing me the moment a duel started. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even wait for me to finish a sentence before attacking. And you still insist on shouting out random move names."

"You’re literally using Geo energy but calling it [Wind Vortex Sword]—some things never change."

"Isn’t this exactly how our duels have always been?" Lumine grinned playfully. Compared to how she faced others, she was far livelier and mischievous when dealing with her brother.

She had spoken more today than even Paimon had ever heard from her.

Five hundred years may have passed, but time had not remained still. She had missed her brother so deeply that it had settled into her very bones. Now, she could barely hold back from talking to him, from sharing everything she had kept locked away for centuries.

"Yeah..." Aether lowered his head slightly, his voice quiet. "It’s the same scene as always. And yet, today, it just feels... bittersweet."

With those words, he suddenly lifted his gaze.

It was as if he had finally made his decision.

"...I’m sorry, Lumine," he said. "I can’t be selfish enough to stay. And I can’t be selfish enough to take you with me, either. So there’s only one thing I can do—I have to defeat you here."

"Forget about me. If I survive when everything is over, then we’ll travel together again."

"We’ll go to other worlds, see new landscapes and civilizations."

"No," Lumine said firmly, raising her arm. Wind elements shimmered like flowing water, wrapping around her blade.

Beneath her feet, an endless surge of Geo energy pulsed through the ground, trembling with power.

At some point, Paimon had appeared beside her, floating over her shoulder, her expression complicated as she looked at Aether.

"You will lose to me."

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Above them, high in the sky, Rhinedottir, the [Gold] Alchemist, was plummeting toward the ground, momentarily dazed.

She had deployed layer upon layer of defensive measures—yet somehow, she had still been knocked down with a single punch.

A single punch, powerful enough to shatter the realm of an adeptus.

For someone like her, it was an insult.

After Khaenri'ah was destroyed, she had abandoned all traces of her humanity, delving into the very alchemy she once deemed taboo. All in pursuit of one thing—power.

Power to avenge.

Power to destroy the world.

Power to overthrow the Heavenly Principles.

She had believed—no, known—that there were few in Teyvat capable of standing against her. Even if the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles herself appeared, she had convinced herself she could put up a fight.

And yet—what the hell had just happened?

She was an alchemist. She never fought battles she wasn’t confident in winning. Her clash with the Geo Archon and the others had merely been an unexpected encounter.

And yet…

No. There was no “and yet.” This time, she had lost.

She had used the majority of her power—only to be casually defeated.

With a single punch.

With just one serious strike.

—How laughable, Rhinedottir.

—Even now, you are still this weak. Just like you were back then.

—Whether against the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles or this unknown existence before you, you are as insignificant as dust.

—If your enemy truly wished to eradicate you, you would be nothing more than a worthless speck of debris.

Boom!

With that final thought, Rhinedottir crashed violently into the ground.

The dragon beneath her—Durin—let out a deafening roar, flapping its massive wings as it dove toward her, kicking up a storm of snow and wind.

"Did... we win?"

After delivering that punch, Fu Hua let out a slow, steady breath.

The air in her chest flowed out through her nose like mist, ethereal yet brimming with presence.

"We haven't won yet,"

Zhongli’s voice sounded beside her. The Geo Archon stood atop a shattered palace stone, his expression calm as he gazed into the distance.

"Then I’ll throw another punch."

Fu Hua spoke decisively, inhaling deeply once more before exhaling, releasing a cloud of vapor into the frigid air.

"If one punch isn’t enough, then ten. If ten aren’t enough, then a hundred. Right now, there’s only a trace amount of Honkai in this world. If I can snuff it out at its source, perhaps I can save Teyvat."

She spoke with conviction—because she truly believed it.

As a modified warrior who had battled the Honkai for thousands of years, Fu Hua understood its dangers better than anyone.

The Honkai may start weak, but its growth was terrifyingly fast.

One moment of negligence, and it could spread uncontrollably, engulfing the entire world of Teyvat in a short span of time.

"We can’t afford to waste time."

A sense of urgency flickered across Fu Hua’s face, but before she could make a move, Zhongli shook his head slightly.

"There’s no need to worry. Teyvat’s Honkai energy is already being managed by someone."

His gaze lifted beyond the sky, toward the distant Celestia.

"...Huh?"

Fu Hua didn’t quite understand. "What do you mean?"

"It’s simple," Zhongli replied clearly, his voice steady. "Red Kite Immortal, since you understand the highly infectious nature of the Honkai, doesn’t something about Teyvat’s elemental forces strike you as strange?"

"Strange?" Fu Hua was momentarily stunned, then suddenly nodded sharply.

"You're right. That so-called [Gold] Alchemist claims to be from five hundred years ago, meaning she must have been using Honkai energy for a long time. But even now, Teyvat hasn’t been overrun by it... which means there must be some unknown method suppressing its spread. I—"

BOOM!!

CRASH—!

Before she could finish speaking, an earth-shaking explosion erupted from where the [Gold] Alchemist had fallen.

A dazzling golden radiance surged into the sky, dyeing the snowy mountain peak in shades of pale gold.

Fu Hua’s brows furrowed immediately.

She could sense it clearly—the golden light was pure, concentrated Honkai energy, compressed to an extreme degree.

"...At this concentration, a Herrscher could be born."

She muttered to herself.

ROAR—!

As if in response to her words, Durin let out a deafening roar.

The golden light enveloped the dragon's massive form, transforming its once dark-purple, venomous blood into a brilliant golden hue.

Its previously damaged wings had been fully restored, now coursing with streams of golden runes that flowed like liquid energy.

And on its grotesque head, intricate golden inscriptions had formed, coalescing into a radiant crown-like halo floating just above it.

"A Herrscher?"

The sheer density of Honkai energy left no room for doubt—the dragon had ascended, becoming a Herrscher.

And not just any Herrscher, but one so powerful it could rival even the strongest of its kind, surpassed only by the Final Herrscher.

"What... is happening?"

Fu Hua turned sharply toward Zhongli, demanding an answer.

"That person just played her trump card," Zhongli explained calmly. "This must be the Honkai energy she has accumulated over five centuries—now fully unleashed."

"...That’s impossible."

Even as Fu Hua voiced her doubt, another surge of golden light erupted.

Durin opened its massive jaws and unleashed a colossal beam of energy, aiming straight for Fu Hua and Zhongli.

The sheer intensity of its light and heat obliterated everything in its path.

Snowflakes vaporized instantly.

Storms fell silent.

The ground blackened, then crumbled.

The remnants of ancient palace stone shattered into dust.

BOOM!

In less than a second—no, perhaps even less than that—the golden beam had swept across several hundred meters, engulfing the spot where Zhongli and Fu Hua had stood.

"Be destroyed by the power from above."

Only after the light began to fade did Rhinedottir, the [Gold] Alchemist, speak from within Durin’s body, her voice echoing through the air.

Then, with a mere thought, she commanded the dragon once more.

As Durin gathered another surge of Honkai energy, golden light condensed into a complex alchemical formation before its open maw.

A power unlike anything born of Teyvat’s elements began to materialize, drawn from the very fabric of the void itself.

CRACKLE—!

The next instant, an even denser and more radiant beam shot forth—brighter, hotter, more destructive than the last.

The sheer force of its heat scorched the earth, reducing everything in its wake to molten rock.

A deep, fiery trench stretched for hundreds of meters, its bubbling magma releasing thick clouds of steam into the sky.

The snow-covered mountain landscape had been completely reshaped by the dragon’s breath alone.

"The pitiful Archons of this world. The pitiful gods."

Rhinedottir surveyed the devastation below, her wings carrying her higher into the sky. Her voice carried a strange, almost divine resonance, as though passing judgment upon the world itself.

"You believe you understand true power, but you are blinded by your own arrogance."

"The Archons are fools. The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles is a fool."

"Rejecting the power from above, refusing to embrace the power of the Abyss, and instead forcing the world to obey the narrow doctrine of the Seven Elements—how laughable."

With those words, Rhinedottir emerged from atop Durin’s head, slowly rising into view.

She floated above the ground, perched upon a golden crown formed from intricate runes, a long, pale-gold scepter in her hand.

For the first time, her true form was revealed to the world.

She was a delicate, petite figure.

Soft, sakura-colored lips. Long, ink-black hair. Cold, piercing eyes.

She looked no older than twelve or thirteen, her staff nearly taller than she was.

"...I believe that statement should be returned to you, little girl."

A mocking voice suddenly rang in her ears.

Before she could react, an immense force smashed into her face.

The impact shattered the golden light surrounding her body, striking her chin with earth-shaking force.

A wave of searing pain engulfed her senses, blanking out her mind.

Like a ragdoll, she was flung high into the sky.

For several seconds, she soared helplessly—

Then, like dead weight, she plummeted back down.

—I got hit in the head again!?

—This is the second time I’ve been slammed into the ground!!

—It hurts!!!

As she tumbled through the air, those thoughts involuntarily flashed through her mind.

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