I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [234]

A thunderous dragon’s roar shattered the heavens, shaking the entirety of Dragonspine and the ruins of the ancient palace.

The mountain peaks and the earth beneath trembled violently as if caught in a devastating earthquake.

Snow burst into the air, only to be swept up by a howling storm that had appeared from nowhere, turning into a raging blizzard that consumed all in its path.

“It’s time to leave.”

Zhongli lowered his gaze to the ground before turning toward Guizhong and Fu Hua behind him.

The moment his words fell, countless streams of deep violet liquid—so dark they were almost crimson—began surging up from beneath the earth.

Far thicker and more viscous than the previous torrents, the substance oozed like blood, filling the air with a suffocating, metallic scent.

Shhk—! Shhk—! Shhk—!

Sharp, crimson crystals burst forth from the strange liquid, their jagged edges catching the faint light.

Thump-thump—!

Thump-thump—! Thump-thump—!

The heartbeat grew louder.

ROOAARR—!

Another deafening dragon’s cry echoed across the ruins. The Entombed City could no longer withstand the destruction, and with a final groan, the ceiling collapsed.

Massive boulders rained down from above, each one capable of crushing anything in its path.

Yet, the moment the first roar had sounded, the Scarlet Witch had already seized the golden-haired prince and, engulfed in roaring flames, streaked out of the collapsing palace.

The Traveler, Lumine, wasted no time either. Without hesitation, she called upon the wind and chased after her brother.

ROOAARR—!

The third roar came, more piercing and primal than before.

The rhythmic pounding of a colossal heart resonated through the entire mountain range, sending an eerie tremor through the bodies of countless Hilichurls, as if their very heartbeats had begun to sync with it.

CRASH—!

The palace crumbled. Snow swirled wildly in the wind, and amidst the sea of white, an ominous crimson light shone brilliantly.

Rhinedottir, the Alchemist of Gold, moved with effortless grace. Her long, porcelain-white legs, clad in pristine high-heeled boots, stepped lightly over the rubble.

To her, the falling ruins were nothing more than stepping stones, her leisurely pace almost resembling a stroll through a gentle snowfall.

Then, a massive, monstrous shadow swept past behind her—its vast form effortlessly gliding into place beneath her next step.

ROOAARR—!

The dragon bellowed.

Its body, enshrouded in crimson crystals, was an amalgamation of corruption and blood—Dvalin’s ancient foe, the dragon Durin, now reborn under Rhinedottir’s command.

Spreading its tattered, half-decayed wings, the dragon lifted its head toward the heavens and took flight.

ROOAARR—!

Another roar.

Following the guidance of its reviver, Durin parted its massive jaws.

A vortex of concentrated corruption churned in its maw, swirling into intricate alchemical rings of searing crimson light.

The sky above Dragonspine was bathed in a bloody radiance.

ROOOAAAARR—!!

With a final roar, the energy reached its peak—then erupted.

A massive beam of scarlet light, meters wide, tore through the blizzard, hurtling straight toward the distant silhouette of Zhongli.

—And in that instant—

“Huh? This power…?”

A voice, unfamiliar to Rhinedottir, rang out beside Zhongli.

“Though its form is different, its nature altered… this is unmistakably—”

Before the speaker could finish, the crimson beam collided—

With fire.

A vast surge of golden flames burst forth from the snowstorm, meeting the corrupted light head-on.

And from within that inferno—

A woman emerged.

Draped in a traditional Liyue qipao, her entire form ablaze, she surged forward like a meteor, slamming into the incoming energy.

BOOOM—!

The impact detonated into an explosion so vast that it swallowed the sky, the earth, the ice, and the storm itself.

A pillar of fire erupted, casting its golden radiance across the heavens.

"Honkai…!"

Fu Hua’s voice rang out, filled with shock and fury.

To see this—even after leaving her world, even after stepping into Teyvat’s seemingly peaceful realm—

To find Honkai’s presence here—

She could hardly contain her rage, nor suppress the creeping fear within her heart.

She had known.

As a world leaning against the Tree, Teyvat was bound to face its trials, its own tribulations, just as any other civilization would.

And yet—

The relative peace of this land had made her forget.

Made her forget that the shadow of Honkai loomed over all.

BOOM—!

The flames surrounding Fu Hua darkened, shifting from orange-red to deep violet.

The heat surged unbearably, melting the surrounding snow in an instant, distorting the very air with its sheer intensity.

Durin, receiving its master’s command, opened its maw once more.

Multiple beams of crimson destruction rained down.

At the same time—

The golden radiance around Rhinedottir’s arms flared.

Chains of pure gold materialized out of thin air, wrapping themselves around Fu Hua’s wrists and ankles, binding her in place.

"Finish her."

Rhinedottir’s cold command echoed through the battlefield.

The golden light from her arms spread across the ground, summoning countless spears of solid stone.

With a single motion, the spears launched.

"Hmph. You think these little tricks can hold me?"

Fu Hua scoffed.

She barely exerted any effort—

Yet, in the blink of an eye, a surge of Honkai energy erupted from her body, shattering the golden chains like fragile glass.

Rhinedottir barely had time to react.

For centuries, she had been the Alchemist of Gold.

For centuries, she had stood above all others.

Yet in this instant—

The sheer scale of Fu Hua’s power crushed her pride beneath its weight.

"Impossible…"

Her shock lasted only two seconds.

Then, her expression darkened.

Standing atop Durin’s massive head, she gazed down at Fu Hua, golden markings beginning to glow faintly across her hidden face.

"You… how do you wield the power of the Firmament?"

"That power is locked away by Celestia—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Then, slowly—

A smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

“…I see.”

“I was mistaken, then.”

"If you wield the Firmament’s power… perhaps we are not enemies after all."

“But what surprises me even more—"

She turned her gaze toward Zhongli.

“The Rex Lapis of Liyue—”

“A sovereign who has guarded his land for thousands of years—”

“You, too, have chosen to turn against the Heavenly Principles?"

Zhongli remained calm, his golden gaze unwavering.

"Perhaps you misunderstand."

Fu Hua, frowning slightly, shifted her stance.

Lowering one leg into a forward stance, the other bent in a defensive guard—she steadied herself.

Flames still wreathed her body, but now they burned with absolute control.

The vast Honkai energy that had once threatened to lash out wildly had condensed—focused entirely into a single point.

Her fist.

"You declare battle on your own terms…"

"Then you decide to end it on your own terms."

"Did you think I wouldn’t be angry?"

Her voice was cold.

As she spoke, the Honkai energy in her fist coalesced, turning into a brilliant, ruby-like liquid, swirling with terrifying force.

Then—

She struck.

A single upward punch.

But the sheer force—

Was far greater than even Durin’s breath attack.

The very space trembled.

The scarlet impact tore through the battlefield, aimed directly at Durin—

And for the first time—

The Alchemist of Gold—

Had no time to react.

Crack—!

The sharp sound of shattering glass echoed through the air as space itself fractured under the crimson radiance. The chaotic elemental torrent, carried by the red light, hurtled forward at an unrelenting speed—straight toward Rhinedottir’s face.

Boom—!

An explosion erupted at point-blank range.

The sheer force of impact wrenched her from Durin’s back, sending her hurtling downward. She crashed into the frozen ground below with a deafening thud.

"Oi, oi, oi—!"

From a distance in the sky, the Scarlet Witch gasped in shock.

She had not expected this.

Even with Golden Transmutation activated, Rhinedottir—the Alchemist of Gold—had been struck down from the air?

That was something not even multiple Archons working together could easily achieve.

And what surprised the witch even more—

The woman in the elegant qipao had yet to show her full strength.

"Yeah… nope. We’re not winning this fight."

The witch exhaled, watching intently.

She knew Rhinedottir wouldn’t be defeated so easily. But from what she could tell—

This battle had already been decided.

"Time to make my exit."

She muttered the words under her breath, carefully adjusting her position, preparing to slip away from the battlefield—heading toward Mondstadt’s airspace.

"Leaving so soon?"

A voice, light and melodic, rang out behind her.

Before she could react, a cloud of golden sand had already risen around her, swirling in the sky, sealing off her escape route.

With a sigh, the Scarlet Witch turned her head.

There, drifting gently in midair, was a young woman clad in pure white silk.

Her ankles were bare, a small bell tied around her delicate wrist. She wore a radiant smile—one that, despite its warmth, offered no room for negotiation.

The witch let out another sigh.

"Ahh… I hate fighting."

"But it’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re not about to let me leave."

She sighed yet again.

And with her next breath, a shimmering mist of fiery-red clouds began to gather around her, separating her from the swirling sand.

Lifting a long-stemmed pipe to her lips, she took a slow draw, exhaling a stream of crimson smoke that wove seamlessly into the mist around her.

"Can’t we just… talk this out over tea?"

But her question was met with nothing but Guizhong’s bright, dazzling smile—

And an approaching storm of wind and sand.

Above, the battle between gods raged, an apocalyptic clash that could create—or destroy—entire worlds.

Yet below, the golden-haired siblings saw only each other.

They had no attention to spare for the others.

No concern for the war unfolding around them.

For them, only the other existed.

"Why are you hesitating?"

The golden-haired prince furrowed his brows, eyes locked on his sister.

"Why haven’t you attacked?"

"Do you think that by holding back, I’ll show you mercy?"

"Don’t be so naive."

"This world of Teyvat—" He exhaled sharply. "On the surface, it appears peaceful. The Seven reign, and under their rule, most people live in comfort and security. But the places you cannot see—"

"They are filled with bloodshed and strife."

"Aether… Brother."

Lumine shook her head gently.

"I know what you’re thinking."

"You’re afraid of something. Or perhaps you’re unsure. Or maybe… you’re worried about me."

"As my brother, I understand you better than you think."

Her words struck something within him.

For a moment, Aether hesitated.

Lowering his gaze, he fell silent.

But only for a few seconds.

Then—

He lifted his head, and in a swift motion, his blade was drawn.

A deep violet glow flickered along its edge.

A glow nearly identical to that of the sword in Lumine’s hand.

"...Corrupted blood?"

Lumine’s voice was uncertain.

"I prefer to call it something else."

Aether’s expression darkened.

"The essence of the world’s origin."

"A gift from the Firmament."

"A legacy of Gold."

"And the final requiem of the Black Sun."

His golden eyes settled on his sister—now weighted with something unreadable.

"Be careful, Lumine."

"I'm not holding back."

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