Genshin Impact: Have you ever experienced light speed kick?

Chapter 356

In the pure and unphased ice, the fire of life trapped in the prison emitted a power far greater than that of the gods, and countless tiny cracks instantly dispersed like spider webs.

This is life frozen for eternity.

As long as the flame of life lasts, Rosalyn will never show signs of life passing.

Such is the power of the Ice Empress.

Extend Freeze to the realm of concepts, and everything that exists in a concept can be frozen....

Even the fire of life, which is completely incompatible with the ice, can become a lifelike, temperatureless flame in the incomparable ice.

And yet....

If the living have no thoughts of life, how can the gods save them?

With the heart of death, they are people who are bound to die, not to mention the moment when the incomparable ice is broken, the fire of life may be extinguished in the next second.

So, for the last time, Rustan crossed the border between life and death.

Entrust everything to dissipate in an instant.

The ultimate desire of mortals will attract the attention of the gods and become the owner of the vision, and what kind of shock will the noble soul in the realm of death attract if they also have more dazzling obsessions and desires?

"... Please forgive me, Rosalyn!"

not only for the initial decision, but also for the future debt.

Is the life that the other party wants really as he thinks

? Without his world, is this poor girl a happy land or a sorrow

? Everything is just out of his only and somewhat obsessive mind, risking his life to protect his beloved, how can he die for no reason like this?

He still wants to protect, even if it is at the cost of his soul!

Hungry from the bottom of my heart.

"O Lord Barbatos, the great wind god, you may have forgotten me, but I have never forgotten you. I beg you to save this poor girl, for all the sins she has committed, I, Rustan, will bear it with all my might!"

There is order in life, and there is an iron law in death.

No one is free from the rules!

The noble soul burst into a dazzling golden color, and even though Rosalyn's eyes were blurred with tears, she could still see this amazing scene.

The Wolf King sighed and turned away, leaving Razor with a mist in his eyes.

The pre-dawn darkness is the darkest of the day.

Tonight, morning glow appears hours early.

The golden soul comparable to the sun dissipated, and the auspicious clouds gathered, illuminating half of the sky.

All souls are of the same weight and have different cores.

Under the dazzling gold, Rosalyn could not understand Rustein's obsession, let alone imagine how the so-called life should proceed after losing the obsession of creating a new world

! Selfish and reckless!

This kind of paranoid and selfish love undoubtedly broke Rosalyn's heart even more...

In the midst of countless pious prayers, an imperceptible cyan halo appeared in the golden light curtain in the sky.

The winds of freedom rise in the land where the winds rise, whirring.

Under the statue of the god of wind.

The bard, who had never been in shape, shook his head and chuckled, his dexterous fingers plucking the strings, and the notes wandered with the breeze.

Feet off the ground.

"It's a smooth road ahead, and it's all smooth after that... "

Dressed in a snow-white light shirt, holy and noble.

Just as the first Grand Master was enlightened and finally decided to ascend to the Isle of Sky in the Land of Trench Coats, she bid farewell to Rustan with the same courtesy.

"... I heard your request. "

The fire of life follows the endless fragments, and with the most essential fiery of life to break through the shackles, The wind element that comes slowly is like a pair of gentle hands.

Contain the flames, spread the ice...

The phaseless ice miraculously returned to its original state.

"Hehe, his vision, let you inherit it!" opened

his eyes again.

Rosalyn's cheeks were silent, already moist.

The world of death is so quiet, but it is completely in line with her imagination.

She was happy.

This

kind of beautiful fantasy came to an abrupt end with the appearance of Barbatos, "Whoa, you and I don't seem to have spoken since the last time the Knights of Favonius were separated, right?"

"I'm not interested in an irresponsible, abandoning his people in troubled waters. "

Looks like you don't want to fulfill his last wish?"

Last

, Last, Last!"

Rosalind looked stunned for a moment, and suddenly became quite complicated.

I didn't want to appear in the same space as this drinking and fishing god who indirectly killed Rustin, but at present, it seems that he probably knows the whereabouts of the wooden head.

"Ah—thanks to the boy's desperate plea with me, since you don't want to know, and don't care about his wishes, I'll save you trouble!"

"Ahh

...

It's an insult in itself to be said by a guy who is a fool of a man!

"

I—I want to know, where is he?"

Barbatos walked forward, and Rosalyn was reluctant, but there was nothing she could do, and this obviously angry and helpless situation almost made her feel crazy!

The two seem to have gone through hundreds of years.

There are a thousand winds from time to time.

The wind travels through thousands of worlds, leaving unique memories.

And Barbatos is the one who can mobilize all these memories.

In fact.

Rosalyn knew Rustein well, as well as herself.

On the contrary, little is known about the boy who has always studied with Rustin.

Compared to the others, he never seemed to show his true face in front of people, whether Rusta had seen it, Rosalyn had never heard him mention it, perhaps she had said that she had not noticed.

In everyday life, few knights have a soft spot for the slightly bulky protective gear of the helmet, the armor of the body is a necessary means of protection, and the helmet is a thing that greatly restricts freedom.

In her impression, it seemed that apart from the young man, only the colleague who did not smile and spoke very little had an unusual love for Du Helmet.

As a personal disciple of the deputy head of the Knights of Favonius, his existence is special in itself.

As everyone knows.

Knights who have actually been on the battlefield often do not dress themselves up too conspicuously.

Except for two kinds of people.

One is to have real strength and self-confidence that you can solve an attack from any enemy in any situation.

The other is purely for the sake of attracting people's attention, which is actually stupid.

He was always dressed in spotless white armor and a helmet that fit perfectly, and his words and deeds were always very much in line with the knight's code of conduct.

Following Rustan in his practice, his skills are unrivaled among his peers.

I don't know when.

He has the name of the Pure White Knight.

It's just that you still can't replicate Rustin's light, elegant and unpredictable Zephyr swordsmanship, which has been learned by many people in the following centuries, and countless people have improved and developed it on this basis, and countless branches and schools have been derived.

In Rosaline's opinion, none of them can reproduce the glory of Rustan in those days!

Abide by the words and deeds of the knight to the point of almost perversion, uphold absolute justice, and in any case, he is a partner of justice, always sticking to the side of justice, even if he is the enemy of the whole world.

Now.

Rustan puts the task of saving the White Knight in her hands, as well as the previous guardian of Mondstadt.

Following in Barbatos' footsteps, Rosalyn was equally curious.

In order to mourn the death of his best friend, Ellendlin put away his hearty smile and wanton personality on weekdays, and since then he has sunk and completely lost his desire to become stronger.

Legend has it that when he retired from the Knights of Favonius, he was nothing more than a drooping old man, hunched over, with cloudy eyes, and even his fluffy blonde hair that had lost its luster...

At that time, Rosalyn was ordered to explore in the abyss, and she had not witnessed the twilight of the last hero of this powerful man who resounded throughout the continent.

As for her.

Hundreds of years of obsession, endless struggle and hard work.

In the past, he was known as a rare genius in hundreds of years, and he could have stayed in Sumeru and became a high-level scholar in the Akademiya, remembering his lover from afar on the way home.

In the end, it was just a failure.

Narustan's third close person, and what about his disciple?

A resolute back appeared in front of him.

That armor is something you will never forget once you see it, and it is not the white color you expected.

It is the purest white, and from the moment it is made, it seems to be polluted...

That's what all those who have seen it think.

Rustan was killed.

Dying with the proudest gesture to protect justice is the most glorious way to die.

The pitch-black monsters broke through the walls of the ancient country, the demon dragon Durin died, and there were still too many pitch-black monsters on the earth spreading evil and righteousness.

Thereupon.

Leave Mondstadt and go all the way.

If the ancient kingdom is a breeding ground for dark monsters, as the source of evil, he is still a partner of justice, and he has an absolute obligation to uphold justice.

Embark on your way to the Underworld.

Seeing the girl who was rescued by the pure white knight at that time, Rosalyn was slightly stunned.

The scene was so familiar that she thought she saw herself in the mirror.

It's a pity

! She couldn't even express the love of her heart, and Rosalind boasted that she was much more honest and courageous and resolute!

That flower was a love that the girl never gave until the end of her life.

Rosalyn scoffed and shook her head slightly.

Is this true for most of the feelings in the world?

It turns out that she is not the only one who can't ask for it, and thinks hard to no avail.

Put it on other people, maybe it's not as good as her.

Human beings are a collection of contradictions.

They can be moved to tears by a word, fight to the end in a short period of decades, and give up in the same way.

Many good and beautiful deeds and ugly evil deeds are mixed in one body, and the power contained in it

even fears even the gods! The endless black monsters, the endless evil and ugliness, the blood and fire of all places are blended, and the pure white knight chooses to maintain the small justice while moving forward towards the real great evil.

If the little evil is not eliminated, how can we face the final source of evil?

The hand wielding the sword is becoming more and more powerful, and the opposite of pure white is the extremely black one-handed sword.

There are no bells and whistles, named after pitch black.

It's simple, [Black Sword].

After slaying the black monster, you will always find the nearest river to wash the blood stains on your armor.

After a few times.

Rosalyn thought thoughtfully.

From a few minutes of cleaning at the beginning, to twenty minutes later... Hours.

Oddly enough.

His fighting skills and experience were clearly improving, and at one point Rosalyn thought he had surpassed Rustein across the board.

Perhaps, his swordsmanship is not as light and dexterous as Rustin, but he has forged his own path.

Light and hidden in the fierce, seemingly dexterous but powerful.

Not to mention experience, the intuition and prediction of the battle made Rosalyn secretly think, Hundreds of years have passed, and if he encounters it again at this moment, if he is unwilling, can he still be dragged out of the whirlpool by force

? Why does it take longer and longer to clean the armor?

The white figure shuttles between the pitch-black monsters, and every time the sword is released, it will definitely bring a flood of blood

in the sky!

It's a bloodstained path.

Patches of blood dotted the pure white armor, and Rosalyn could not see the face hidden in the helmet, but she could feel that he was trying to suppress the joy in his heart.

How could a knight on the side of justice take pleasure in such an inherently evil thing as killing?

He really liked the black sword cutting and piercing through flesh.

One after another fallen monsters, the flesh and blood that scattered the earth, are all medals of justice.

Enjoy the joy of killing and have achievements in the satisfaction of reaping justice.

The road to the source of evil was long, and it was so long that it became difficult to do so.

Because every distance you have traveled, you can always find the existence of evil.

The dark monster must disappear from this world.

Under the light of justice, such ugly monsters will never be allowed to live!

The pure white knight will not look for a clear river after stopping killing monsters, because it will take many, many hours and he will have to race against the clock.

Or not.

He didn't care about that.

With every killing, a layer of pure white armor is stained.

What color does blood turn when it clots?

The answer is dark red.

After countless dyeings, countless dark reds are superimposed, and what will be the final color?

It's darker than the black sword.

Abandoning the name of the pure white knight, he is just a knight who walks alone for justice.

Justice needs to be enforced.

And he is the executor of eternal justice!

I don't know when it began.

Beneath the calm helmet, the gaze turned a breathtaking, frightening blood-red, and the people who saw him went from the initial shouting to the later... Lose one's head.

It seems to have become an existence like a black monster.

So what?

Everything you do is righteous.

Killing, too, is to bring justice.

From Mondstadt, travel through Liyue and through Sumeru.

Just to reach the land of the fiery red fire.

Because there, it is the only known access to the Underworld.

"If people think I'm an abomination, I won't argue about it, what does it take to defend justice, Master He paid for his life, I will do the same, right?"

The pure white armor was stained with blood until it was blackened.

What does it matter if you fall into the abyss of evil to carry out justice?