Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 504 Thousands of flowers and stamens, the sorrow of a loving mother

Heulia's nostalgia did not last long.

After entering Feiyun Slope along the street, she also sensed an unusual torrent of faith. The faith so huge that it covered the starry sky was converging in the direction of the Golden House. Just the lingering aftertaste from the memory was enough to make people tremble. Keep breathing.

It's a pity that Heulia has lost the ability to collect faith. The call mixed with faith lingers in the ears of the Salt Mother, and then disappears like clouds blown away by the strong wind.

But this could already point the way for Heulia. She quickened her pace and headed towards the Golden House. When she arrived at the gate of the Golden House, Ninglan's gathered faith finally reached its peak, and a burst of light erupted above the starry sky. Unprecedented light, like the satin-like aurora in the winter sky.

It is a pity that only the devil or the inspired people are lucky enough to see such a grand scene.

When Heulia rushed to the Golden House, she discovered that the place was surrounded by the soldiers of the Thousand Rock Regiment that she had seen before, and beside these soldiers, there was also the "Yihu Mechanism" invented by Hagentus. This is what the world today calls "the final opportunity."

Heulia had seen the appearance of these mechanisms when they were launched. Countless streams of light bombarded the target area until it was blown to the ground.

For the devil, such attack power is not special, and can even be said to be commonplace, but the operator of the Yihu mechanism does not need to possess elemental power, and can even exert the full power of the mechanism as long as he can aim.

At that time, everyone praised Hargentus' intelligence and ingenuity, but Heulia raised objections.

She believes that powerful weapons will not end the fighting between people, but will only make the war more intense.

This is also one of the few differences in the governance concepts of Hargentus and Heulia.

At that time, the King of Dust complained about Mother Salt's indecisiveness, while Mother Salt scolded the King of Dust for his rock-like heart. Arguments did not happen often, just like the occasional thunder, lightning, and wind and rain in Qingyunding.

Often when a quarrel occurs, the attendants, immortals and priests in the temple will stay away from each other as a matter of course, because no matter how fierce the conflict is, it will not destroy the friendship between Chen and Yan.

What really ended this friendship was Heulia's death.

Now that the Salt Mother has revived, the sleeping one has been replaced by the Dust King.

The war between demons and gods...Who was spared, and who was devoured?

However, Heulia didn't have much time to remember the deceased. An unprecedented shock of faith erupted in the Golden House. She didn't care about dealing with the Qianyan Army soldiers surrounding the building. She stepped lightly and flew straight towards the big hole blasted by the final machine. Run away.

The Qianyan Army around them only felt the dehydrating breeze passing by. They were in a daze but found that everything was normal.

At this moment, Heulia had already stepped into the banquet hall, and what she saw was Ning Lan kneeling on the ground, and Famas standing on the wall-mounted seat with a cheerful smile on his face, throwing his cane towards the booth.

Although she had never seen Ninglan's true appearance, Heulia instantly determined that the person sitting in the center of the banquet hall was Ninglan, the descendant of the "King of People" of the salt earth and the current director of Yinyuan Hall.

Enduring the pain of a broken arm, Heulia saved the lost Ning Lan at the critical moment.

"my child……"

Heulia showed a gentle smile, turned her head to respond to Ninglan's call, and then raised her hand to touch Ninglan's face, just like she did when she comforted the King of Man a thousand years ago.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Any tangible thing will be killed by the sharp blade of time, even gods are no exception. Hundreds, thousands of years... the length of time is immeasurable. Regardless of whether the race is long-lived or short-lived, time will pass and a god who has passed away will be forgotten. , for the demon god, this is also the most complete death.

But if one person remembers it, the gods will return one day.

"Mother...I, I'm not hurt..."

When Heulia's palm touched Ninglan's cheek, Ninglan, who had experienced a rapid transition between despair and surprise, burst into tears. She responded intermittently, and then knelt down at Heulia's feet devoutly.

"Mother, please allow me to offer sacrifices for your coming - this port city that originally belonged to the evil god Morax, Liyue." "Morax once used conspiracy to usurp your land and glory, and tried to use lies to Deceive your most devout believers, but now that the evil god who relied on trickery to ascend to the throne has passed away, this land that has lost the blessing of the gods will regard you as the new god..."

Ning Lan was talking eloquently, almost fanatically explaining the political blueprint that she had already planned. But when she looked up and saw Heulia's face, her voice gradually became quieter, and her words were full of confusion and astonishment.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Heulia's eyebrows were lowered, and the gentleness on her face was completely gone, replaced by sadness and worry that she didn't know why.

"Child, please stop talking."

Yantu's mother expressed her most serious dissuasion after her resurrection. Perhaps because of her previous tolerance and accommodation, Heulia's tone sounded more like a plea rather than an unquestionable order from the demon god to mortals.

"I don't understand, mother, I don't understand...what are you worried about?"

Ning Lan saw Heulia's sorrow. She glanced at the soldiers of the Qianyan Army, Ning Guang and others who were surrounding the booth, and asked in a blank tone. But at this moment, the Salt Lord finally showed the majesty that a demon god should have. When answering Ning Lan's question, he just looked at the other party with disappointed eyes and lowered his arms around Ning Lan.

Ninglan knelt on the ground in fear, but Heulia turned around gently, used her remaining arm to hold up her skirt slightly, bowed to the seats where Pantalone and Famas were sitting, and then turned around again He showed the same courtesy to Zhongli, Ningguang and the travelers.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Heulia is just showing a friendly attitude towards the Fool Executives and Liyue's current ruler Tianquan Ningguang. Although it seems a little too respectful, the other party is after all the demon god from thousands of years ago. , it is not surprising that the etiquette practiced is different from that of today.

Only Pantalone and Ningguang, who were involved, understood that the recipient of Heulia's salute was probably not them, but Famas, who was eating a small cake on the seat, and Ningguang, who was standing with his arms folded. With Zhongli behind the traveler.

Farmas accepted Heulia's salute calmly, while Zhongli nodded in greeting in a reserved manner.

The soldiers of the Qianyan Army and the holders of the Eye of God in the banquet hall were unable to identify the true form of the gods. In the eyes of Heulia, who is also a demon, Famas and Zhongli were like sunshine in the darkness, majestic. Power surged like a wave around the two of them.

What frightened Heulia even more was that the pressure of Famas and Zhongli were locked on her body at the same time.

The power of rock and soil is hard on the outside and solid on the inside; it is difficult to awaken and even harder to suppress. Earthquakes are even the mildest tremors of the earth, just to remind all living beings that the earth has never passed away, but remains silent.

War is filled with the smell of rust, like the roaring and bursting light of foundries and glaze workshops. Even from this distance, Heulia can sense an unclean and violent flame smoldering beneath the surface of the world. .

Whether it is Morax or Harpas, the power of the two demon gods is even greater than before. Heulia, caught in the middle, seems to be walking barefoot on dry and angry land, and in the cracks in the earth due to dryness, There is also molten magma flowing.

On the way from Salt of the Earth to Liyue Port, Heulia heard the news about the death of the rock god Morax from the tourists and merchants along the way, and also saw Harpas in the memory of the grass slime. The scene of mobilizing "Slime Unity".

But now when facing the fierce god who was famous during the war between the two demon gods, the kind mother of salt still couldn't help but sigh.

Looking around, how could she not know what Ning Lan wanted to do.

Dark red liquor was poured all over the floor, the red candle flames pulsed like the setting sun, and the faintly audible heartbeat echoed with the dimming of the lights.

In the crackle of the fire in the fireplace, there is a music that only the devil can hear, and if a mortal is unlucky enough to listen, the world in his eyes will turn as bright as a rose.

There is no doubt that this is a grand evil ceremony initiated by Yinyuan Hall.

Thousands of years ago, the "King of Men" of the Salt Earth raised his sword and pierced Heulia's chest, betraying the oath he had made; but today, a thousand years later, the descendants of the Salt Earth Human King held a secret ceremony, as if fate had reappeared. , once again betrayed Morax, the god of rock harbor.

Betrayal is like a god-killing curse, flowing in the blood of the human king and growing over time.

In this bloody time of thousands of flowers and stamens, only one loving mother stood there, feeling sad for her children's wrong choices.