The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"Impossible!" the puppet immediately refused. It was better to take a gamble than let her destroy all his hard work!

The Eye of God on the puppet's waist began to emit an incomparably dazzling orange light, but this light was abruptly interrupted after only a moment.

"Even fighting for your life depends on your strength!" The puppet was pinned to the ground by the black blade before it could even use any elemental power.

With eleven black-clad knives serving the puppet together, it would be a miracle if she could actually fight back.

The puppet, pinned to the ground, was horrified to discover that it could not only not use elemental power, but also could not even leave the machine.

"Just stay put, you'll watch your creation being destroyed bit by bit," Black Knife said to the puppet, then vanished again.

……

The fully awakened headquarters of the Fools was like a giant beast awakening, and the countless soldiers were the cells of this beast.

Ubiquitous searchlights, patrol teams moving between buildings, checkpoints densely packed at intersections...

These are the behemoth's immune system, which tries to find anything that doesn't belong here.

However, it is clear that these measures have no effect on Black Knife.

One puppet after another was destroyed, but the Fools could not see who was behind it.

The darkness of winter now has a sharp knife, which will continuously destroy everything it wants to destroy.

"Boom!" A black light wave shot out out of thin air, and the puppet that carried a trace of the puppet's soul in the distance instantly vanished.

By the time the soldiers stationed around the clone came to their senses, the object they were protecting had already turned to ashes.

Neither defense nor interception could stop Black Knife from destroying the puppet clone.

……

Inside the headquarters of the Fools, all the executives who could attend were present.

The rooster glanced around and saw the doctor, the girl, the puppet, and the servant—these were the only people present.

"Have the stragglers and the rich been dealt with?" The rooster looked at the puppet beside him. She was now just a simple puppet, but she could still be used for communication.

"According to them, the rich man is only missing an arm. As for the stragglers, I don't know; I'm currently pinned to the ground and unable to move," the puppet replied calmly.

Upon hearing the puppet's affirmative answer, the rooster's face darkened.

This means that a powerful force can directly break through the numerous obstacles of the Fools and carry out a decapitation strike against them.

Moreover, this force clearly expressed malice. This was bad news for both them and the Queen.

What terrified the rooster even more was the secrecy surrounding this power. If the puppets hadn't been so special, they probably wouldn't have even known they'd killed all the executives.

"Appearance?" The rooster tapped the conference table, trying to come up with a plan, a plan to make this power disappear.

“It’s pointless. There’s too little information about them, and we can’t find a way to locate them right now.” The puppet opened her palm, and a phantom image of a woman in silver armor and veiled in light gauze appeared in her hand.

The servant in the corner narrowed her eyes when she saw the image of the woman in the puppet's hands. The person who attacked headquarters looked exactly like the guy she had fought in Mondstadt!

However, she quickly composed herself, after all, she had been fighting with the rooster for a long time, so she had the ability to manage her expressions.

Although she had some information, the servant had no intention of revealing it. Firstly, this information was far less than what the puppet had provided, and secondly, she didn't quite trust the rooster.

It is true that each of the Fools' executors has their own thoughts, but they are all loyal to the Queen, except for the servant.

She joined the Fools only because it offered her greater benefits. If there were even greater gains, she could have easily betrayed them.

For Arecino, profit was her only guiding principle.

However, for the rooster, who was absolutely loyal to the Queen, this was tantamount to betrayal. That's why the rooster and she were always at odds.

In this situation, if she reveals that she had been in contact with Black Knife a long time ago, it's hard to guarantee that Rooster won't use this as a pretext to cause trouble later.

After all, the rooster is notoriously petty and heartless. In his eyes, everything has value. If he can gain greater value, he's more than willing to sacrifice something worthless.

“I’ve seen this woman in my biopsy before.” The doctor glanced at her and recognized Black Knife immediately. He had a vivid memory of that experience with the kidneys.

"Indeed, as the puppet said, it's very difficult to find a trace." The Doctor only mentioned it briefly and then stopped there. He knew even less about Black Knife than the servant—he had only seen Ember disguised as Black Knife.

The rooster had no doubts; as one of the top three fools, the doctor was practically a god. Of course, this was when all his slices were gathered together.

"Have you made up your mind, rooster?" A light and melodious female voice came from behind the veil of the young woman, whose eyes remained tightly closed.

Behind her pink and black hair were three pairs of slightly fluttering white wings. The girl's every move exuded a sense of languor, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

The rooster looked at the girl in front of him, and although she had a gentle smile on her face, he dared not take her for a real girl.

The one before us is a true god-level warrior of the Winter Solstice.

The empress lives deep within the palace, the clown is away from home year-round, and the doctor's slices are scattered across various regions. Only the young girl is a god-level combatant who can respond to any situation during winter.

The rooster nodded to the girl, then said to the puppet, "Destroy all your puppets! We'll go to your factory and wait for them to come to us."

"But..." the puppet was about to argue when the rooster immediately interrupted:

"The situation is urgent, there are no buts. You can rebuild your things if they are destroyed, but once the opportunity to eliminate them is missed, it will never come again."

Seeing the rooster's serious expression, the puppet swallowed back the words it wanted to say.

"Okay." After saying that, the puppet's clone fell silent.

"Let's go, time is tight, we still need to set up some things." The rooster watched the puppet's actions without any change in his heart.

The puppets' current value lies in creating an opportunity for them to ambush the enemy; everything else is secondary.

The executives filed out, and the servant at the back looked at the burned doll behind him, then at the doctor and the girl in front of him, and clenched his fists.

Where can we find even greater power?

Chapter 118 The Executives

2023-08-28

Er stood in front of a broken doll.

She looked up at the still inky night, listened for a while to the quiet surroundings, and suddenly laughed a few times.

[It seems they're quite clever. They knew we were exhausted from running around the city.]

[You also found self-destructing dolls here?]

It seems this isn't an isolated case. I've experienced it too.

……

Hearing his companions' conversation in his mind, Er thought for a moment and got a general idea.

These guys just want to destroy all the dolls, leaving only the one in the factory.

When the time comes, for the sake of the Embers' mission, the Black Blades will definitely go back to find the last remaining puppet and cut the puppet's soul intact.

"A decent open scheme," Erwei murmured in admiration. However, this meant nothing to Black Knife. Rather, they wanted to cause a ruckus, and this open scheme was exactly what they were looking for.

We're about to return to the borderlands; wouldn't it be a shame not to leave our mark on this world?

But Er really didn't expect that the guy called Puppet would be willing to destroy all of his own works.

When they stated their conditions, the puppet's biggest objection wasn't to one-eighth of her soul, but rather to the part that would "destroy all her creations."

Teyvats have very little research on the soul; for them, the soul is mostly an ethereal and intangible concept.

Even when the puppet disperses her soul into various creations, she uses the word "consciousness" rather than "soul".

Therefore, it's not hard to understand why the puppet doesn't care about her soul. Of course, it's also possible that she genuinely values ​​her creation more than her soul.

[Gone. All the soul energy has vanished. It seems that the guy called Puppet has destroyed all his other puppets.]

Just as Er was pondering, Jiu's voice suddenly appeared in her mind—now there is only one puppet left.

"Everyone be careful, there should be a lot of people lying in ambush there now," Er added at the right moment.

"Isn't that perfect? ​​We can go all out and have a real fight!" San's voice rang with excitement. Since arriving in this world, she hadn't experienced a single decent battle.

Her heart had long been filled with the desire for battle. She had suppressed this desire for the sake of Ember. But now it seemed she could finally unleash it today.

"I'm going first, you guys hurry up." (Three has already set off.)

After hearing what San said, Er shook her head. She had thought San had changed her personality because she had been quiet lately, but now it seemed she had been overthinking it.

However, she wasn't too worried about San. Regardless of Black Knife's personality, missions and group actions always came first.

This is also true for the third one.

The scattered black knives regrouped and ran through the night, finally stopping on the rooftop of a building in the puppet factory.

Black Knife looked down at the crowded, packed factory below, but felt no emotion.

Without finding any trace of the Black Knife, the number of people is meaningless.

"Hasn't it arrived yet?" the rooster muttered to himself, looking at the soldiers who were packed tightly around the factory.

"Even if they come, we won't see them." The doctor's expression remained unchanged beneath his black mask. An unseen enemy, troublesome.

"Keep going, we'll find them soon." The girl lay on the puppet, tending to her wounds, her face still bearing that innocent and carefree expression.

The puppet, however, let the girl manipulate it as she pleased, her thoughts already drifting far away, lost in thought.

"They're here!" The servant's eyes narrowed as she saw a standard squad stationed in the distance suddenly disappear.

That being said, the servant did nothing but kick away the corpses of the stragglers lying nearby.

Now is the time to find a weakness. The executives have made many preparations to force Black Knife to make a move—they are in the center, and everything else around them has been removed.

Inside and outside the factory, they deployed a high density of soldiers along the only routes they could take. Even in the air, not high above the factory, small aircraft that had been brought in were hovering.

All of this is to allow Black Knife to make as many moves as possible. Every move creates an opening, and with an opening, a way to counter it can be found.

The black blade was like a giant hand hidden in the darkness; each strike it made could make several people disappear.

This unusual scene naturally attracted the attention of the other Fools soldiers. However, despite their fear, they still carried out the task given to them by the rooster—to stay on the designated route no matter what.

They were the most elite soldiers of the Fools, and the Executor was watching them from behind.

The blank spaces in front of the executives are increasing, and the black blade is getting closer and closer to them.

"Whoosh!" The sound of a gentle breeze rang out, and another squad of soldiers suddenly disappeared.

Their colleagues standing next to them also paused in their steps. Everyone was struggling under this invisible pressure, and their foreheads, hidden behind their masks, were already covered in fine sweat.

However, this time, the situation has changed.