Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

"Lightning is cool!"

But the slaughter didn't stop. Arrows swept across the battlefield like the wind amidst the scouts' roars, swiftly burying the scouts' throats in the process. The soldiers of Liyue watched in amazement as the heavy machine fell. Shen Liang had already taken down more than one of these heavy machines. Despite having only the strength of a human body, he had managed to perform the work of a general.

He stabilized the front lines, ensuring that even the most powerful heavy machine guns couldn't tear a single gap, allowing the well-organized Thousand Rock Army to launch a massacre on the battlefield.

They looked at Shen Liang with awe. Even those among them who had once looked down on this spoiled and willful little princess were now filled with admiration! That resolute girl or boy, with long hair, white robes stained red, and delicate face covered in dried blood, truly deserved to be the Crown Prince of the Thunder Kingdom. He was the child of the Thunder General, who had slaughtered his way across the entire continent and ruled Inazuma. This was how he should be—a lightning bolt from the sky, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake!

If Shen Liang in the previous months had only struck them as a noble princess so beautiful she was almost blinding, now, in her military attire and exuding a murderous aura, she was more in line with the aesthetics of soldiers. As Shen Liang switched to a naginata and sliced ​​a beast-realm lizard in half from bottom to top, as easily as cutting paper, the soldiers following him couldn't help but shout!

Shen Liang drew his naginata, flicked away the blood to prevent it from being corroded by the blood of the Beast Realm monsters, kicked the corpse away, turned around, raised his sword high, and roared at the soldiers behind him: "The Liyue Seven Stars' reinforcements have arrived! This is the final battle! I, an Inazuma warrior, am killing my way ahead of you. Do you have the nerve to hide behind me? I am the Wakamiya God of Inazuma. I am with you. Whoever fights alongside me into the underground to destroy the Beast Realm Gate will be a hero etched in the annals of both Liyue and Inazuma! Praised for a thousand years! Just like during the Demon God War... Every soldier of Liyue has such an opportunity to walk alongside the gods!"

A warrior pulled his sword from the monster's heart, staring at Shen Liang's back as he watched him brandish his naginata and charge into battle with the strength of a mortal. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"We'll go together!" Before he could even shout it, the others shouted it out! He roared and yelled along with them!

Countless people echoed, some drawing their swords, some raising their blades, some laughing wildly: "Together! Together! We are comrades in arms!"

"Shut up! Stop trying to take advantage of me! Who wants to be your comrade-in-arms!" Shen Liang laughed loudly.

The warriors were in a frenzy of killing. Tens of thousands of men from Liyue saw reinforcements and decided to stop caring whether the beast tide was endless or not. They would just keep killing even if it was endless! They had nothing to be afraid of anyway!

Your Highness is right. This is their only chance in their lives to walk alongside the gods and have their names etched in history. For thousands of years, the men of Liyue have only had this opportunity during the Demon God War. Men… should be heroes!

Shen Liang gazed at the high morale.

Yes, we can win.

—No matter how endless the beast tide may be, as long as the hearts of the people are united, we can win! Liyue is not a nation that can be destroyed by a mere beast realm gate. As long as everyone is of one mind, as long as every general is willing to fight, as long as no one cares about their reputation, and as long as morale is high, this battle will not be so difficult!

—So what if there's a beast tide of 500,000? Or even 5 million? Does Liyue not have that many troops? To think you can launch a war of annihilation with this little bit of strength is to seriously underestimate humanity's capabilities... You, Kanria, are your own human kingdom. Don't you know the potential of humanity?!

Shen Liang relaxed a bit; he was utterly exhausted. The pain from the backlash on his body, combined with the fatigue of battle, made him suffer far more than the average soldier. At this moment, he could only find a place to lean against and rest for a while, and also reflect on how the battle against the enemy was going.

Unlike his side, Fa Nan's troops were mainly stationed along the riverbank and intercepting the main force of the beast tide. They could turn offense into defense by utilizing the river's terrain, and engage in fierce battles when the beast tide was halfway across the river and unable to counterattack. Therefore, her troops were the largest, as they needed to be stationed along the entire Wuqi River.

Xiao, on the other hand, leads cavalry units to maneuver and decapitate on the battlefield, eliminating as many high-level units as possible that have the greatest impact on the battlefield situation, such as large machines like the Relic Heavy Machine.

Everyone should be thriving right now, with the beast tide retreating steadily. Although the beast tide is endless and manpower will eventually tire, so the future may not be so optimistic, the more than 50,000 troops of the Liyue Seven Stars will fill the gap, ensuring they work day and night without rest...

Just as Shen Liang was pondering, the mountain collapsed.

Or rather, the mountain stood up.

Suddenly, all the monsters of the Beast Realm scattered and trampled each other, seemingly disregarding even their beloved killing field and trying to avoid it as much as possible. The Thousand Rock Army was somewhat taken aback, but then they saw a huge claw extending from a torn spatial rift.

Next came a beast's head with sharp fangs and a wolf-like, indifferent skull.

The Thousand Rock Army soldiers were stunned. They saw what it was. It looked like a beast-like hunting dog, and the appearance was similar.

But the only difference was that this beast was much, much larger than anything they had ever seen before. A wolf is only two or three meters long, but this one was as tall as several small buildings stacked on top of each other. It was at least fifty meters tall, and even its snout, which stretched out from the spatial rift, was huge enough to swallow a carriage whole!

No one knew what it was, but almost everyone could recall the same name. This level of monster, this kind of deadly pressure, even surpassed that of top-tier monsters with packs of hunting hounds…

"King Beast!"

Standing behind the Golden King Beast was the Kanria Court Alchemist, who had also emerged from the spatial rift.

"Haltafu." The alchemist placed his hand on his chest and whispered his name to Shen Liang.

This was court etiquette in Kanria; nobles were not required to announce their names when committing murder. He looked at Shen Liang calmly, only slightly surprised, because he realized that this god, who had been talked about so many times, was actually just a young child who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and did not possess any of the power of a demon god.

Behind the child, the Thousand Rock Army soldiers stared in terror at the golden beast that blotted out the sky. They were no longer the soldiers who had followed the Rock King Emperor in his conquest of the demon gods a thousand years ago. Fear overwhelmed their courage, leaving only a group of corpses waiting to die.

Chapter 107 Wake Up! He Puyuan!

“The court alchemist of Kanria, ‘Young’ Haltafu,” Shen Liang said softly. “He was apprenticed to ‘Gold’ Rheindorf, a genius alchemist once renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms.”

"You know me?" Hartafu's heart skipped a beat.

"Because you were once a human who achieved fame at a young age, like Harunosuke Inazuma and Dottore Sumeru, a genius of extraordinary talent. I remember many human geniuses. My mother said that it is not surprising that long-lived beings are powerful, but humans can always shine brighter than those who have lived for thousands of years in their short lifespan. That is the most romantic thing on the continent," Shen Liang said. "Even though you have misused your talents, Rhinedoth and you are."

"I am not following in the footsteps of Rheindorf, but in 'civilization'. Civilization will surely triumph over barbarism, and the advanced will always be superior to the backward. We will do anything for this."

"Is leaving corpses strewn across other countries also a form of civilization?"

"Weapons are inauspicious instruments; even sages use them only as a last resort. This is the principle of Liyue."

Shen Liang was unwilling to say more. He bent down slightly, drew another crescent blade from behind him, held it in a reverse grip, stomped the ground hard, and charged towards the hundred-meter-tall golden beast! The beast's head was where Haltafu had stood!

However, this king beast didn't need to defend against Shen Liang's attacks at all; its enormous size could make the world lose its color with just a breath! Shen Liang's charge was incredibly fierce, but it was like a fly swooping down on a gorilla. The violence of his slashes was still no match for the giant wolf.

The Golden King Beast exhaled a breath filled with iron filings, which transformed into a torrent of iron that blocked its path. The iron, which was countless meters thick, formed an indestructible barrier. Shen Liang turned his body to the side, his crescent blade having been gathering power all along, and then, using the momentum of his charge, he slashed with all his might at the center of the torrent of iron.

Lei's movie "My Style: Naginata Technique"!

The metal clashing produced a deafening roar. How could a mortal body possibly compete with a giant wolf a hundred meters tall in strength? The crescent blade sank three-tenths of an inch into the iron block before shattering into pieces. This was the result of tiny human beings daring to confront the alchemical technology of Kanria. In fact, the Golden King Beast didn't even need to defend itself; defense was merely a sign of respect for this little demon god.

Shen Liang was almost knocked away by the enormous force, but being knocked away actually helped to dissipate the force. He gritted his teeth and endured it, so he took the brunt of the force himself. He felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood from the pain.

But this kind of injury doesn't matter to Shen Liang now. He is constantly enduring the intense heat of his internal organs being burned, so compared to that, the shattering of his internal organs doesn't seem so bad.

Hartafu, watching this scene from the head of the Golden King Beast, revealed a slight satisfaction. It seemed the little demon god, as the intelligence had stated, couldn't unleash the full power of a demon god. The next attack would be his turn. The Golden King Beast's next task was to cleanse the battlefield. Nothing could threaten him now; even another Yaksha wouldn't matter. What was needed now was demon god-level combat power.

Moreover, they are not weak demon gods like the Dust Demon God, but genuine demon gods with real combat power!

But the next second, the Golden King Beast let out a roar! He looked over instinctively and saw a clear line of blood running from the top of the Golden King Beast's massive head to its jaw. It was like an invisible blade in the void that had pierced through the Iron Stream defense and slashed at its face from the front. The blade was so sharp that it could cut through the bone.

"How is that possible!" He was stunned.

Is Shen Liang feigning weakness? Does he still have remnants of the Demon God's power? After more than two months, does he still have any trump cards up his sleeve?

Shen Liang was breathing heavily. The crescent-shaped blade was now reduced to a twenty-centimeter-long iron rod in his hand; the entire weapon was now just fragments. Shen Liang had unleashed the blade's power in a way that no ordinary person could have done, at the cost of destroying this finely crafted crescent-shaped blade.

Inazuma's knife technique, the "bone-scraping force" of a cheesy movie.

The beast king felt the heat rushing to its face in pain. Its enormous eyes stared at Shen Liang, and it almost wanted to back away. As the most powerful beast, it was stronger and more fearful than other beasts, more like a wolf. It felt a crack appear inside its body, and the crack was still extending, as if its entire body had been cut open by a knife.

But it knew it was an illusion; Shen Liang couldn't possibly be that powerful. Yet it still couldn't move forward. The slender boy's burst of cold blade seemed to be about to devour it completely.

Haltafu's hand pressed against the mane of the Golden King Beast, like a branding iron pressed against his own heart. The warmth of his palm dispelled the chill of Shen Liang's blade strike. The Golden King Beast's breathing resumed, and the blade strike that had almost torn it apart along its bones gradually subsided.

"In terms of swordsmanship, Your Highness is only twenty years old, yet you are already the most outstanding swordsman in the world," Haltafu said in a low voice. "Long-lived beings learn things more slowly than ordinary people. With such talent, Your Highness is truly remarkable."

"Don't talk to me in that seemingly sympathetic tone." Shen Liang swallowed the blood and said softly, "I'm not like man-eating wolves. I have no reason or time to talk to you."

"I have no reason to be on good terms with the gods, after all, we're still enemies." The alchemist sitting on the shoulder of the golden beast sighed softly.

The next moment, he withdrew his calm gaze, and the Golden King Beast roared and pounced! With one claw, it pinned the general, who was trying to protect Shen Liang, to the ground. The puppet's mechanical body was instantly twisted and broken. At this moment, the general's gray eyes finally revealed an unspeakable rage. She roared loudly, and the power of lightning around her surged. But she was not a demon god after all, but only the embodiment of the power of a drop of Lei Ying's blood essence.

The Golden King Beast couldn't tear the puppet apart, but after breaking its joints and rendering it immobile, it casually tossed it aside to Shen Liang. The lightning and sparks unleashed by the general only made the hundred-meter-tall monster's towering fur stand on end, and the air filled with the stench of burning flesh, but the Golden King Beast only let out a few painful hisses and remained unharmed.

The general wasn't originally there to protect Shen Liang in order to fight monsters of this level. He had wanted to take Shen Liang away when facing Oser, and he did the same this time.

“You didn’t have to get involved. You could have taken your brother and your lover and run away together. But you didn’t.” Hartafu stared at the general. “Why?”

Shen Liang held his younger sister, whose joints had been damaged, and stroked her small face, which was rarely seen showing anger. Surprisingly, he himself remained calm. He understood that the general's heart was always aligned with his, just as the general had always said that she prioritized Shen Liang's safety above all else, that she was a puppet executing a program. But Shen Liang stayed in the Abyss of Layered Rocks, and she stayed behind without a word.

She didn't interfere with what Shen Liang wanted to do; she simply remained silent, serving as his weapon, his most beloved doll and woman. This delicate and petite girl even chose Shen Liang's wishes over the creator's command. She accompanied Shen Liang in the battles of the Abyss of Layered Rocks instead of leaving. If Shen Liang wanted to die here, she would ultimately choose to go with him.

The general was still glaring angrily at Haltafu, but Shen Liang reached out and brushed away the little guy's fierce expression, kissing her lips.

The general was stunned. Her expression was like that of a kitten that was breathing on a stray cat and then being stuffed with a cat treat by its owner. She glanced at Shen Liang, and for the second time today, Shen Liang saw emotion on the general's face.

The emotion is like, "I'm fighting, brother, please don't cause trouble."

So Shen Liang kissed her again, and the general, unable to move her limbs, could only endure it. But after a few times, she took the initiative, while Halta watched all this in silence, without saying a word.

After a long silence, he waved his hand and said, "It seems you've run out of tricks. Are you planning to die with your beloved girl? Even a demon god is nothing special. But I admire your indifference. Even as death approaches, you don't care at all. In the end, you don't beg for mercy or curse. Instead, you ignore me and go to enjoy yourself with a woman."

He nodded. "As expected of a little demon god, then I'll send you to die drunk like fine wine."

Meanwhile, Shen Liang was still waiting.

He was waiting for the general to communicate with the two Thors, knowing that the general must have a way to contact them.

Although he might not live to see Lei Yingdian come to his rescue, he believed that Lei Yingdian cared more about his life than anyone else. She would definitely rush over desperately, even if it meant collecting Shen Liang's body, she would be so grief-stricken and furious that she would wipe out the battlefield.

Indeed, foreign demons shouldn't interfere in other countries' conflicts, but Lei Movie has never been a calm person.

Shen Liang's death here will surely bring bloodshed to the land of Kanria, and that will be enough.

"I'm sorry, General." In the end, Shen Liang only felt sorry for the person in his arms. He slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes wearily. "I have done my best. I am just too tired."

The general will not die; she is a puppet, and her life is intertwined with that of the movie. But she will witness Shen Liang's death, and the pain of losing her brother and lover will accompany her for the rest of her life. Shen Liang has always felt that the general has feelings, at least with him... there are some strange feelings between them, but now he thinks it would be better if there weren't any. If there weren't any, he wouldn't have to suffer, and he could be more at peace.

But even if he wasn't resigned to it, he had no way to win. He was merely a mortal with no right to victory. The idea of ​​"fighting to the death" seemed heroic and inspiring, but Shen Liang was inherently a lazy child. He felt there was no need to continue. In fact, the burning holy blood within him had made him want to end it all long ago. He had endured far greater torment than any human soldier, and by doing this, he had already fulfilled his responsibility as a little demon god.

Even the guidance of deities to humankind has its limits.

[That's strange, Sister Yu Tu, aren't you going to say anything? I'm giving up.] Shen Liang laughed to herself.

Mistelin remained silent for a long time, then slowly rose, gazing at the bloodthirsty and majestic golden beast. [Then let's give up.]

I'm sorry, I can't complete the task of restoring your physical body.

"It's alright, at worst, we'll meet again in a few years," Mistylin whispered. "In a few years, I'll wait until you sweep across the world, and then we'll meet again in a world of clear waters and soft sands. No matter how many years pass, my child, my dear child, we'll never be strangers."

Shen Liang didn't understand what she meant. Mistelin usually called him "baby" in a clingy way, and occasionally she would call him by his name when she was unhappy. But there were times when she would unconsciously say the wrong thing. This wasn't the first time Shen Liang had heard her call him "doll".

And in a few more years...

Shen Liang did not understand.

But he didn't need to understand. The golden beast roared to the sky, its mouth swirling with swirling iron breath, almost forming a small tornado. It was about to unleash its attack; no one could withstand such a strike. The soldiers behind Shen Liang had long since fled the battlefield. Shen Liang offered no resistance, pulling the general into his arms and pinning him beneath him.

Then, a tornado of iron surged forth! Like throwing charcoal into snow, the iron torrent tore everything apart in an instant, revealing the dark soil beneath!