The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [63]

Twisted, malevolent flesh erupted from the massive sword, surging over Jia Changjiang’s body with an aggressive, unrelenting force.

The corrupted flesh consumed him, coiling and reshaping itself like a sculptor molding raw material. A monstrous hand extended from the seething mass, gripping the sword with an unnatural strength.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA… HAHAHAHAHA!”

A frenzied, deranged laughter echoed from within the writhing blood-red form. Beneath the laughter lay a boundless anger and hatred that sent chills down the spines of all who heard it.

Even Dvalin hesitated mid-air, its feral instincts screaming danger as the ominous presence emanating from the platform overwhelmed the battlefield.

Venti and the others could only watch in stunned silence as Jia Changjiang vanished into the grotesque crimson mass. The shapeless flesh writhed and twisted until it solidified into a distorted, demonic humanoid figure.

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When Jia Changjiang grasped the sword, an overwhelming will surged into his mind, forcing its way into his very soul.

The alien presence contended with his consciousness, vying for control, while the corrupted flesh consumed his body. His muscles and bones protested violently, fracturing and reforming as the monstrous figure took shape.

Amid the struggle, Jia Changjiang felt the void of endless darkness—a torment stretching across centuries, perhaps millennia.

He saw the memories. He became Aatrox.

Once a noble warrior who had fought valiantly against the Void, Aatrox had been betrayed, imprisoned within the cursed blade by his own kind.

A champion of justice and protector of his people, Aatrox had once led armies, his banner followed by both Shuriman god-warriors and tens of thousands of mortal soldiers.

But his pride, his glory, his honor—all had become his cage. The prison of the blade robbed him of his body, his will, and his purpose.

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“Zoe! You deserve death!!!”

The furious roar came from the demonic figure now clutching the massive sword. The voice reverberated across the battlefield, matching Dvalin’s own cries in intensity.

The others, standing on a nearby platform, instinctively covered their ears as the deafening roar shook the air.

The voice was eerily similar to Jia Changjiang’s but twisted by unrelenting rage and malice. Lumine, Venti, and the others couldn’t fathom what had caused such a transformation.

“From this moment until the end of time… killing you a thousand times would never be enough!”

The monstrous form bellowed, its distorted face contorting in rage as it howled toward the heavens.

Venti could feel the torrent of anger and hatred radiating from Jia Changjiang—an intensity that rivaled even Dvalin’s corrupted torment.

But this wasn’t just rage. It was destruction. It was the lust for annihilation.

Venti instinctively stepped in front of Jean and Diluc, shielding them from the overwhelming presence of this new entity.

The oppressive aura emanating from the transformed Jia Changjiang was suffocating. Twisted red energy pulsed from his chest and the sword, a rhythmic glow that mimicked a heartbeat.

Even Dvalin, its dwindling rationality overtaken by feral instincts, hesitated to move.

The demon raised a massive clawed hand, staring at the grotesque, sinewy flesh that made up its arm.

Its eyes caught its reflection in Dvalin’s gaze: a grotesque parody of the once-noble warrior it had been.

The divine form that had once stood tall as a symbol of hope was now nothing more than stolen flesh—a despicable abomination.

“HAHAHAHA…”

The laugh was familiar, undeniably Jia Changjiang’s, yet it carried a malevolence that made the others shudder.

“I will never bow! I will never fall! I will be… the end of everything!”

Enormous black wings, jagged and tattered, erupted from the demon’s back. Streaks of blood-red energy coursed through the wings as they spread wide, embodying chaos and ruin.

The creature’s body grew even larger, standing nearly four meters tall. It now held the massive sword with ease, as though it were an extension of its own monstrous form.

The demon turned its glowing, hate-filled eyes toward Venti.

“Another foolish god!”

Its voice dripped with venomous mockery. “A god? With your pathetic power, you dare call yourself divine?”

“Jax?” Venti asked, his voice trembling. He gazed up at the towering figure, catching glimpses of flickering flames of fury in its crimson eyes.

“HAHAHAHA… Jax?”

The demon laughed louder. “Yes, yes! It’s me! And yet… I am Aatrox!”

“Betrayed, reduced to this pitiful state, trapped in endless servitude! I must fight, or be forgotten. But I will end it all. I will end… EVERYTHING!”

The figure roared, its rage shaking the platform.

“I am the Slayer! The Avenger! I am… the BEAST!”

The demon’s voice cracked into a manic laugh before twisting into another growl of defiance.

“No… even beasts understand mercy. And I have none! I am no beast! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Begone, weakling god!”

It waved dismissively at Venti, its voice oscillating between scornful laughter and unbridled fury.

“Leave this battlefield! Take your harp, your mortals, your pathetic songs… and GO!”

“GO! Or die beneath my blade!!!”

The demon turned its attention to Dvalin, pointing the colossal sword toward the dragon soaring above.

“You… maddened fool! You understand my pain! And now… I will end yours!”

With a powerful beat of its wings, the demon ascended into the air.

“Pray, you wretched creature!”

It sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “There is no honor in what I bring. My gift to you is the truest offering… I bring you DEATH!”

As it hovered above the battlefield, its wings expanded further, black and crimson energy swirling around its massive form. The sky itself seemed to darken as the aura of destruction intensified.

“Kneel!!!”

The demon bellowed at Dvalin, its voice shattering the silence like a thunderclap.

“Let me carve the flesh from your spine! Crush your skull! Break your ribs! Let me teach you… the meaning of REVENGE!”

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