The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [411]

Jia Changjiang and Lumine raced toward the ruins of the North Wind Wolf’s domain. As soon as they arrived—

They saw the King of the North Wind, bound tight by countless glowing violet chains.

“Is that... Razor?!”

Lumine's eyes widened in shock.

Inside the wind-blasted ruins, Razor stood tall, wielding the greatsword Jia Changjiang had once gifted him, locked in combat with an Abyss Herald.

The greatsword roared with the essence of the wolf's soul, biting and tearing with glacial fury into the Abyss Herald's body. Behind Razor surged arcs of thunder—his massive Thunder Wolf avatar clashed with the greatsword mid-strike, merging into razor-edged lightning claws that lashed at his enemy.

“Leave… wolf’s land!”

Razor’s voice carried a simmering fury. The Frostclaw affixed to his left wrist, an enchanted weapon from the depths of winter, slashed toward the Herald—just narrowly missing its mark.

“Razor! We’re here to help!”

Lumine leapt down from above, sprinting toward the chained King of the North Wind.

Clad in black armor, she positioned herself protectively between the Abyss Herald and the great beast. Her glare locked on their enemy with unshakable resolve.

No one touches her fluffy friends. No one.

“……”

The Abyss Herald observed their arrival in silence, then subtly retreated a few steps.

But Razor’s resistance had clearly caught him off guard.

“A mere remnant of a soul, and yet it still clings to its instinct to protect its cubs?” the Herald sneered. “Do you still dream of being his guardian? His strength is but a shadow compared to the claws of the ancient gods.”

He stood tall before wolf and warriors alike, voice condescending: “But if you submit to us, you can reclaim the divine authority you once held. Just like in the past.”

“Lies… and slander…!”

The chains binding the King of the North Wind pulsed, steeped in a corrosive power that gnawed at his fading soul, muddling his mind with agony.

“Big Fluffy… you’re gonna be okay. We’re here.”

Lumine ran to the beast’s side, kneeling beside his massive, quivering head, wrapping her arms around it with delicate care. “It’s okay… I purified the corruption from Dvalin once—I can help you too.”

As if responding to her vow, the purple chains began to fade—slowly, yes, but steadily.

“!”

The Herald hadn’t expected that. The wolf’s spirit had nearly been swallowed by corruption, yet Lumine’s presence yanked it back from the brink.

No more words. The Herald lunged straight for the wolf.

“Greenie! Razor!”

Lumine didn’t look back—just shouted their names.

“Stop calling me Greenie already!”

Jia Changjiang charged in, shield raised, intercepting the attack mid-strike. The shock rippled through his arm, but he shifted the impact, nullifying its power with sheer technique.

The Abyss Herald prepared to strike again—but Razor dashed past Jia’s side, sweeping his greatsword up in a cleaving arc that forced the Herald back.

“You… outsider. You’re a minuscule deviation in the grand plan.”

The Herald’s gaze landed on Jia Changjiang. “Your resistance is meaningless. But…”

He extended a hand toward Jia.

“If you desire battle, the Abyss Order can grant you strength. Power that transcends this world.”

“The Abyss knows the truth of this world,” he went on, “and you… a warrior from beyond—your power, if guided by the Abyss, could shake Celestia itself.”

“Listen well… and feel the grace.”

Jia rolled his neck with a crack of vertebrae, then grinned with sharp malice.

“Me? Shake Celestia? And I need you clowns for that?”

His grin widened into a snarl.

“You think you’re worthy, huh?”

“The last guy who tried to recruit me… I slapped his teeth out.”

He leveled his spear at the Herald. “Power beyond this world?”

“I’ll find my own damn power. And truth? I’ll dig it up myself.”

“I don’t give a shit about your Abyss Order or anything else. But right now? We’re enemies.”

He stepped forward, voice low but firm. “Mondstadt. Liyue. My friends’ homes. Not one inch of them will fall to your rot.”

“That stubborn old wolf…” Jia gestured toward the King of the North Wind, still cradled by Lumine. “He’s my friend too.”

“You wanna corrupt him like you tried with Dvalin, don’t you?”

He stared the Herald down. “You stretch your claws again—you better be ready to lose them.”

“…Foolish decision.”

The Herald lifted his dual blades. He cast one last glance at Lumine—but wasted no more breath. Time to eliminate the anomaly.

Jia braced behind his shield and spear, charging forward to meet the assault head-on.

Lumine had no time to look behind her. Paimon screamed in alarm as the battle raged—Razor, Jia, and the Herald clashing in a storm of blades and lightning—but Lumine never turned away.

Her focus was fixed on the chains, on the dark energy eating away at the wolf’s soul.

She didn’t know why she could purify Dvalin. Or why she could push back the corruption here.

But she remembered the pain Dvalin had suffered, how it carved deep into her memory like a scar.

And this wolf… this King…

She pressed her forehead against his, willing her calm into his chaos, channeling everything she had to cleanse the venom festering inside him.

The King of the North Wind… he still had bonds to this land.

If he fell—what would become of the wolves of Wolvendom? Of Razor? Of this sacred land?

She held on, pouring herself into the purification, heart steady, mind clear.

Everything else—she trusted Jia and Razor to handle it.

“Listen to truth!”

The Herald chanted amid the chaos of combat.

“Abyssal Light!”

“Feel grace!”

Even Razor winced at the words, brow furrowing, head swimming from the spiritual noise.

But then…

“Listen to my ass!”

“You think you’re some holy light, huh?!”

“Feel my fucking grace, you bastard!!!”

Jia Changjiang answered the Abyss Herald’s dogma with a flurry of profanity-laced steel. His weapon roared through the air, his voice louder than any sermon.

“DIE FOR ME, MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

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