Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Mondstadt was in chaos, with fighting and shouts everywhere in the city.

Even with this kind of movement, it still did not alarm the lonely king of the tower.

He protects the people of Mondstadt, and at the same time, the people of Mondstadt are extremely afraid of him. Diakrapien is a ruler who does not understand people's hearts.

Diekalpian is in a high tower that is surging with endless gale force, his illusory figure is sitting on the throne, he is silent and indifferent in the narrow space between time and wind.

Suddenly, he slowly looked at the corner of the tower's load-bearing pillar.

"Papa papa!" The clear sound of applause echoed in the narrow space between time and wind, and the clown wearing a mask slowly walked out from the shadow at the base of the wall.

Although his expression could not be seen through the mask, it did not prevent Dickapian from seeing that he was full of sarcasm.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't say anything, but thousands of winds stirred to spread the message for him, and his deep voice suddenly echoed in the narrow space between time and wind.

"What am I doing here? Don't you know?" Shang Zhaoyue had a mocking look on his face, and he said slowly, "Of course I am here to show off my achievements."

"Result of the battle?" Diehlappian closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly the airflow inside the high wall surged violently. They shuttled through the streets and alleys, blowing strong winds, and brought back the information Diehlapian needed.

"..." He raised his eyes again, his eyes already full of sullenness, "Is the object of your bet on that ridiculous wind elf?"

"What good will it do you if he ascends to the throne of God?" As Diego Karapian's emotions fluctuated, in the narrow space between time and wind, the part belonging to the wind was restless.

The cloak behind Shang Zhaoyue fluttered in the wind, undulating and rolling like waves, and the illusory body of Diekalapian swelled, like a thick fog slowly expanding into mist, and the body grew larger, and the shadow gradually oppressed him.

In contrast, Shangshan Zhaoyue is more like a shaky blade in the wind, which is about to be blown away by the strong wind at any time. She has no chance of winning in the competition for body shape.

However, Shangshang Zhaoyue was not frightened. In the war between demons and gods, body size has never been the decisive factor.

Ignoring his hair dancing wildly in the wind, he said directly to Dick Lapian, "I'm here to ask you if you know anything about heavenly principles and Sky Island."

"If you agree, there's nothing wrong with me just retreating."

"Otherwise," Shang Zhaoyue's swinging cloak and long hair suddenly stopped, and the power of the wind could no longer act on him.

Even the agitation of a thousand winds slowly subsided, and the agile wind stopped all around Shangshan Zhaoyue.

Diekalapian's eyes became solemn, and he slowly stood up from the throne. The strong wind surged around him, and the violent sound of the wind wiped out all the sounds in the world.

"I don't know about that person, and I won't tell you if I know it. Don't you think that with a little power of the wind, you can challenge me?"

At Diehlappian's call, the stagnant airflow quickly rotated like a top again, forming a small hurricane in the blink of an eye.

Shangshan Zhaoyue's footsteps did not move at all, but her body was constantly being pulled forward.

"It's been a long time since I fought the devil. Don't let me down, Dickapian!"

Shangshang Zhaoyue did not pull out the Tian Cong Yun Speed ​​Pass, but instead transformed into a pure white dragon as it expanded, blowing away the hurricane in one breath.

Not to be outdone, Diekalapian also fluttered in the wind, his mist-like body gradually solidified, and a giant god-like creature rose from the ground.

His body was transparent, like clear sapphire. In the narrow space between time and wind, the two behemoths collided violently. Violent air waves surged, and the tower building collapsed inch by inch because it could not withstand the force.

The entire tower collapsed in an instant.

Amidst the debris flying all over the sky, the giant white dragon roared and flapped its membrane wings that blocked the sky, dragging its sharp scale claws and pounced hard on the green giant.

Diehlappian was very violent. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a hurricane that reached into the sky and the earth. He used it as a weapon and swung it fiercely at Shangshang Zhaoyue.

Shangshan Zhaoyue opened her mouth and spit out hot dragon's breath. The raging high temperature collided with the strong wind, and the aftermath erupted in the center of the city, almost destroying everything around it.

"Is this a war between demons?" Young Wendy, holding the shivering wind elf Barbatos, avoided the attack of gravel and rubble while looking at the dark clouds gathering behind her.

There are bright lightnings blooming in these clouds, which are the result of high-speed friction between air currents.

At this time, the whirlpool of the hurricane was held in the hands of Diehlappian, and it was smashed towards Shang Zhaoyue like a stick.

Not to be outdone, the opponent used dragon's breath to resist the collision of wind and fire, not to mention that Diekalapian is a priest who combines wind and fire. His wind can be mixed with rolling heat at any time.

The result is that every time they collide, they will almost always cause a large area of ​​hot wind to invade.

It's easy to say that it's far away, but now in the core circle closest to the tower, once the hot wind sweeps over, the whole person will be instantly reduced to ashes before he can escape.

"Barbatos, please, I can't just watch them die," Wendy let go of Barbatos and said to him at this critical moment.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to become the God of Wind? Now is the best time," Wendy continued.

"You have the opportunity to become a god. It should be said that everyone has the opportunity to become a god, but you are never far from the throne of God. Barbatos, do you feel it? People's expectations for you?"

Under Wendy's comfort, Barbatos finally calmed down and suddenly felt that there was some kind of glimmer of light penetrating between the heaven and the earth, and every glimmer of light was filled with Barbatos' name.

They are all believers in Barbatos and firmly believe that Barbatos is the god who will finally take the crown of the God of Wind.

Under the blessing of this light, Barbatos's delicate body gradually solidified, and the power of the wind flowed from an unknown place, slowly returning to Barbatos.

At this moment, Barbatos finally broke free from the form of a sylph and truly became a new god.

The most striking thing was that his body slowly expanded and gradually turned into an illusory human form.

"Great, Barbatos, you did it," the young man nodded with some relief after seeing all this, then staggered two steps and slowly sat down on the broken street.

This startled Barbatos, who had just acquired a physical form. He hurriedly went over to help him, but was gently pushed away by the young man.

"Don't worry about me, it's an old problem, you know that, right?" A look of defeat appeared on his face. He was so full of energy not long ago, but now he is as shaky as a dying man.

"Listen, Barbatos, you came from the thousand winds under my will, but you are not my replacement," the young man coughed violently every time he said a word, but he was not worried about himself at all.

"Barbatos, my journey ends here. You will have to walk alone for the rest of the time."

The young man's face was covered in blood, but he was still smiling.

He supported a god with his own hands, how could this make him not proud?

There are always special people in this world, whether it's Sora and Hotaru or young Wendy.

He spent his childhood imagining and calling, and finally Qianfeng responded to his call and lowered Barbatos.

Barbatos can be said to be born because of him, but Barbatos is not him. At best, it can only be said to be the continuation of his life.

How can there be no price for creating a god? The price is that even if the young man does not die in the coup, he will not have much time to live.

Chapter 51 Confrontation with the Gale Demon God

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