Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

Chapter 439

On the night of the second day when the Munata Legion entered the salt soil, the bionic flapping-wing flying machine roared, hot steam spewed out from the exhaust port, and the reverse thrust blew up the salt flowers on the surface, which sprinkled like snow, falling on the hair Above is a layer of gray and white.

The Human King of Salt Earth couldn't help but look up at the levitating machines until their massive shadows disappeared beyond the skyline of Old Mond.

It is rumored that the volcanic country in the far west has conquered the waterway in the sky and is exploring the secret of death.

But now in the territory of the salt of the earth, there is not even a sharp knife to be found.

"A mortal... can really kill a demon god?"

The King of Humans remembered the scene when Munata led the army to sell war machines to him yesterday, and the bright silver finger was engraved with images he had never imagined.

At this time, Singer was holding a small bouquet of colored paper folded in his hand, and was standing in the command tent where Farmas temporarily lived. Obviously, he didn't know what consequences his unintentional actions would cause.

"Your Majesty, the military situation has changed!"

"The Gurnhilde family passed on the password "Flower of the Wind" to us, and Mond's war of resistance has begun. "

Singer placed the bouquet of paper flowers on the table in front of Farmas, turned around to the hanging strategic map, and marked the location and information of the password with a carbon pen.

"The whole content of the code is "Flower of the Wind"? "

Farmas looked at the bouquet on the table, frowned and asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Singer thought for a moment, then nodded with great certainty, and upon hearing the other party's confirmation, Famas could only sigh and hold his forehead.

It is worthy of being the pearl of freedom and romance in the north in the future. Even the secret code of uprising and resistance must use such melodious and unclear words.

"Let the soldiers break out of the camp, let us know, all the self-regulatory agencies will replace the abyss ammunition with ordinary bullets, so we don't need to join the troops of the wind elf, and we will go directly to the tower of "Dekarapian". "

Looking at the deployment of troops on the map, Famas didn't seem to intend to act according to the negotiated plan, but decisively issued an order to launch a general attack on the tower of the lonely king in advance.

As the mobilization order for the march was issued, all the war machines in standby mode were activated immediately. The sound of cavalry arrays and gear rotation alarmed the people of Yantu who had fallen asleep. Residents who did not know the truth quietly observed through the windows of the houses. The Munata Legion assembled urgently.

The slightly cool chill had already climbed up with the bone marrow. Heulia stood alone on the height of the temple, gazing at the edge of the Mond Tower. The remaining smoke of the war rose continuously, lingering in the air like a dead soul.

She seems to have known the reason why Harpas, the god of war, suddenly left his camp.

At this time, the "King of Man" was standing at the gate of the simple salt-soil city, bidding farewell to the Munata army temporarily stationed in the salt of the earth.

He had learned early on from the priests of the temple that the conversation between Harpas and Lord Heulia was not pleasant, and now that the other party left with an entire army, it seemed that Lord Salt God was not going to show up to see him off.

The responsibility of sending the other party off naturally fell to the King of Man. In order not to arouse the disgust of the God of War, he also kept his posture very low.

A huge number of war machines passed by the King of Man, but the humble King of Man could only watch these moving machines silently.

Through the gaps in the outer armor of the heavy engineering machine, wires and fine gears, levers, tops, rotors and diaphragm turbines can still be vaguely seen.

The vision sensors of most alien machines are fused with transparent glass-like crystals, and they will automatically turn when they pass by the city gate, staring at these little people in the salt soil with cold and empty vision.

"Dear God of War, I wish you victory in this battle."

The King of Humans sent Farmas and the leader to the clear water and river outside the city, and finally stopped to say goodbye to each other.

Because the land in front no longer belongs to the salt in the ground, but the territory that the Dragon King of Qingce and the Shuangwang of Guili compete for.

"Thank you for your blessing."

Farmas rolled off his horse and came before the Silent King of Men.

The opponent still lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the fiery God of War.

As the king of the people of Salt Earth, he was very aware of Lord Heulia's attitude towards weapons and weapons, so he had to politely reject the arms trade proposed by Munata, and let the opportunity slip away.

"As a human king, how can you not even have a saber with you?"

"This sword is for you."

Famas took down the long sword hanging from his waist, and handed it together with the scabbard to the bewildered king of men.

"No matter when and where, don't forget your responsibility as the king of people."

Famas patted the shoulder of the King of Men encouragingly, and without waiting for the other party's response, he turned and stepped on his horse, leading the troops towards the tower of Dekarapian.

The King of Humans held the long sword with the smell of gunpowder in both hands, and looked at the back of the heavy armored cavalry in despair.

This long sword seems to be only the standard one, but the King of Humans still loves it very much, and even looks forward to it.

After Famas left the salt of the earth, the sun and the moon rotated several times again, and the news of the battle passed from Mond to the salt of the earth:

"When the tyrant of the tower looks down upon the people, the people of freedom call to each other to charge... The Gurnhild family, the knight Emon Loka, the red-haired warrior Ragenfinder, the huntress Amos, the one in a thousand winds The elves, the young poets playing the harp, and the people of the royal city who yearn for freedom are all united."

"The heavy armored cavalry regiment from the far west directly hit the tower of the lonely king, the huge war machine roared, and the lonely king who frowned and defended himself on the tower became smaller and smaller, until the people's anger came to his ears, and the lonely king committed suicide On the throne, tens of thousands of gale blows..."

The priests of the temple collected all kinds of information, rumors, and legends scattered in Yancheng for Heulia and the King of People's reference, but Heulia just blinked and looked away when she heard the situation reported by the believers below. To the former homeland.

After reporting the information, the priest retreated respectfully, leaving only the excited King of People and Heulia in the temple.

"Master Heulia, this is the long sword bestowed upon me by Harpas."

"If we cooperate with the two kings of Guiliyuan and borrow their craftsmen, we may be able to imitate them in batches..."

The King of Humans raised his long sword with both hands, and the edge of the sword shrouded in the ominous atmosphere of the abyss radiated a cold light.

And Heulia is still worried about the continuous war outside, thinking about whether Mond, who has been liberated, will expand its territory.

Heulia is not sure whether the blade can take back the homeland, but the blade will definitely bring blood and death.

"I see."

"Let me think about it again..."

Even at this time, Heulia just sighed and waved her hand.

"Master Heulia, we have no more land!"

Thinking about the word was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The King of Man's eyes were red, and he burst into a wail that had never been seen before.

"We can't retreat!"

The land is close at hand, and the border is visible to the naked eye. Heulia has a shining white royal city. It is an ideal land that people outside have never imagined and never owned, but this is also the only remaining city in Heulia.

Heulia was silent again, maybe she could answer the question of moving the capital, but in this dark and bright red land, where can the weak Salt Demon God and her children be accommodated?
Forbearance, accommodating, and avoidance, all they got in exchange was this small city outside Dihuazhou.

"But... you will get hurt." Heulia's thin lips parted slightly, as if struggling for a long time, "I love you, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"You are too kind, Lady Heulia."

"But kindness is the original sin in this land..."

The King of Humans whimpered, and suddenly turned the tip of his sharp sword, and directly stabbed Heulia's chest, who was close at hand.

Although that rough action cannot be called an assassination, it is more like a person who is cornered, just lowers his head and stabs out the sharp knife in his hand, trying to find some sense of security from the cold hardness.

"I must... fulfill my responsibility as the king of people..."

The King of Humans held the long sword in his hand, sobbing and knelt down on the ground, his face twisted.

The blade containing the breath of the abyss was enough to hurt the demon god, but Heulia still didn't fight back.

She opened her arms, allowing the weapon to pierce her body, and even tried to reach out in the pain of rotting flesh, caressing the weeping King of People, and watching him tenderly.

"...I understand...I am dragging you down, causing you to suffer so much..."

The priests who heard the movement in the temple pushed the door and entered, but were frightened by the assassination in front of them and froze in place, panicked and at a loss. Only a few loyal priests waved their hands and rushed forward, trying to pull the King of Man away.

Heulia could feel that her body was like a collapsed dam, the authority of the demon god began to leak out, and the salt crystals floating around reminded her all the time that her most trusted child raised a sharp knife at him, but Heulia Also know that her children seem to be able to make more correct choices than her.

They are not afraid of bloodshed, nor are they afraid of death. The children have far greater courage than her Heulia, daring to face this bloody land.

"The king of people... no, your name should be "Ning Zhe" right? "

"I hope that after I leave, you can take your children...to find your own happiness."

Heulia opened her mouth, raised her hand and pushed Ning Zhe down, blood began to fill her mouth, making her next words sound a little unclear, so:
"Don't cry... run quickly, children... the burst of divine power, damage, turning into salt residue..."

Heulia didn't hate her children, or rather, Heulia was a little concerned.

After she died, would the children be affected by her divine power? Would they be afraid?It's hard to get the right to choose by yourself. Will the children who escaped have a difficult life?Will they be bullied without the protection of the gods?
No, her children are very smart, know how to measure, and have a lot of foresight. They will definitely go to Guiliji to seek the protection of the powerful Morax. Morax is strong and kind, and he will definitely accept his children.

What's more, her children are very good at making salt, which is beyond the reach of outsiders. Morax will not reject talents, let alone those with such special skills.

Heulia's thoughts finally turned into a long sigh.

The irrepressible power of the demon god burst out with white light, flooding everything around, and the crystal salt crystals quickly enveloped all the people around, and then invaded inward, Heulia was the first to bear the brunt, and the king of people was the second.

She also hesitated for her people who were nostalgic for her, because they turned into pillars of salt when they looked back, and some people turned into dust-like salt grains in the wailing sound because they could not support the final human form.

The temple of salt in the ground has become a coffin for the burial of the gods. The stone coffin, the white coffin lid, and the aftermath of the demon god's death swallowed up all the noisy crashes, cries and footsteps in an instant.

Mortals who kill gods still need to bear the price of killing gods.

After the hustle and bustle, only salt flowers bloom silently all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)