Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

The murderer, dressed in black, shifted her feet. Her beautiful face was cold and indifferent, and her dark eyes cast a hollow and empty gaze. Her palm was covered in bright red blood, with drops of blood still dripping from her fingertips, creating ripples on the ground.

This girl looks exactly like Ji Qing, who was dispatched by [Chaoxian].

At this moment, a gradually dimming crimson feather in her palm slowly floated up and down, casting an image.

Inside the image are otherworldly immortals originating from China.

Behind Fu Hua, there seemed to be a scene of dazzling lights and vibrant colors. Her expression was indifferent and aloof, and her lips curled up with a hint of warmth. She was slowly brewing tea with her slender hand, as if she had no idea that Yu Duchen had seen the tragic scene.

[Chao Xian] Specialist, Feather Crossing Dust, Fu Hua in the Projection.

Almost every element here foreshadows the true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, it is clear that, not to mention that the current Immortal Chiyuan is still waiting to make an emergency landing on his private plane, which does not overlap with the scene in the picture.

On the other hand, even the version of Fu Hua in the "Royal" series has no reason to readily harbor murderous intent towards someone as talented as Lisser, or even to take direct action against her.

Whether it's out of fear that the other party might be detrimental to oneself, or out of displeasure that the other party is not being used by oneself, manipulating Yu Duchen to brainwash him is the best solution.

kill?

Einstein is a rare gem in human history, and destroying him would be the worst possible course of action, and such an option should never even exist.

The feather dust in Ji Qing's palm gradually dissipated, and the resulting projection became blurred.

The "immortal" smiled, his lips moving slightly:

"Stay a while before you leave."

This modified voice, transmitted directly to consciousness via a wondrous pathway, issued commands.

then.

The girl stood rooted to the spot, like a puppet, strictly adhering to the programs and commands in her mind. She sat there expressionlessly, watching the purple patterns appear on the skin of the corpse at her feet, the temperature growing colder and colder.

About three minutes later, a series of rapid footsteps could be heard from outside.

Waltra drew back the curtain, but the sight inside sent his mind into a daze.

The bright red was so intense it blurred my vision.

The smell of rust was so strong it was pungent and choking.

In the blurred vision, that person was like the only point of matter in the world, drawing all attention in. It was like an angel with broken wings, now covered in the filth of the world, stripped of all its beautiful elements, reduced to an empty shell.

That girl was only 17 years old, still in the prime of her youth.

Lisser, who is usually calm and collected, likes to tease people, and is gentle and kind at heart.

That genius scientist who gave himself a name, filling most of the blank space of his life with color.

—He died.

Joyce's consciousness felt as if it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. His mind was hazy and confused, and his chest seemed to be boiling with a heat and bitterness that could burn a wasteland.

--die.

The man pondered this concept in a daze during the infinitely long moment. He suddenly remembered that day when he and Ai Yin lay on the lawn looking at the starry sky. She patiently guided him on how to identify the names of many stars and told him how to find the positions of some constellations.

For some reason, I have countless memories of the past.

At this moment, what flashed through Joyce's mind was still the gentle whisper of that person falling into her ear, and the brilliant stars in the sky.

If a person dies, will they become a star in the sky?

He thought that if Ein were facing this question, he would probably first state that stars are celestial bodies in the universe, and that they are so far away from Earth that they need to reflect the sun's light to shine with their corresponding brightness.

She would then spout some theoretical knowledge that was difficult for people to understand, and would often conclude her answer with romantic words that didn't sound like those of a scientist.

Joyce knew Einstein very well, even better than she knew herself.

But now, those people have had their chests emptied, like stars that will never shine again.

Walter struggled to discern the overwhelming emotions surging within him. With unsteady steps, disregarding the slippery pool of blood, he embraced the gradually cooling corpse.

So light, so airy.

He murmured as if in a dream:

“Aiyin…”

Since he became conscious, this man, who had always been as docile and gentle as a herbivore, silently raised his eyes and looked at this acquaintance he had known for three years, his gaze lingering on the other's red-stained palm.

Joyce was suppressing a despair and rage as intense as a tsunami, as if he were making a pact with the demon within him, his entire body radiating an indescribable oppressive aura.

The ideas in his mind, and the edifice he had built over three years, were slowly collapsing, and the shackles he had placed on himself and the seal of Yu Duchen were cracking inch by inch.

Crackle, crackle.

Like the low hum of cracking porcelain glaze.

The First Herald asked in a trembling voice:

"Sister Ji Qing."

"What exactly happened?"

Ji Qing indifferently wiped his palms and replied:

"I killed her."

"Also, her remains are almost turned into a dead body, so it's better to destroy them on the spot."

Joyce glanced down in a daze. The man's naturally curly hair, like hay, was covered in bloodstains, which were haphazardly plastered to his pale cheeks. The purple lines spreading like cracks around the edges of his lifeless eyes indicated that what the other man said was true.

Suicide squad?

Will Ai Yin turn into that kind of thing?

—Crackling and popping.

The tsunami crushed the building.

The storm extinguished reason.

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, unleashing a furious rage that tore at the very core of his being, shattering the barrier between him and his Herrscher persona.

This berserk First Herrscher, with Honkai energy swirling around him like a steel blade, picked up Ein, whose body was already ice-cold, his eyes filled with a deathly stillness as cold as the deep sea.

Joyce's consciousness sank, but her instincts, relying on the knowledge in her memories, wielded the power to overturn the rules of the world and launched a violent revenge against this puppet body.

And all of this was exactly as that person wished.

……

……

AM: 1:37 PM.

A peninsula in southwestern Scotland.

Between the bay where the island is partially encircled, one can see verdant mountains shrouded in a white mist, their reflections mirrored in the clear water.

If you stay on a ship sailing in this area, you can not only lie comfortably on the deck, look at the vast blue sky, and breathe the fresh air, but also occasionally admire the beautiful scenery where the two landscapes blend together.

But buried deep within these mountains is a bottomless nuclear missile silo.

The extremely robust reinforced concrete was constructed from the inside of the mountain, and the manhole cover was made of steel of unquestionable thickness and was reinforced in a special way.

This level of protection is sufficient to defend against the vast majority of nuclear warheads carried by intercontinental ballistic missiles.

Even more dangerous weapons cannot be truly guaranteed to be destroyed if they cannot directly hit the launch silo.

If anyone were to approach this place, they would easily see that the heavy manhole cover was engraved with the emblem of Destiny.

The strangest thing is that in such a military restricted area, there is a quiet bar hidden deep in the mountains.

Jazz music was playing, and most of the luxurious interior was hidden in darkness, nowhere to be seen.

The "immortal" facing the crimson feathers revealed a faint smile, and his entire body, like molten steel, instantly returned to its original form.

Otto Apocalypse.

The blond man took a sip of red wine and whispered:

"Wouldn't this count as killing the Kallen in his heart?"

Walter Joyce.

This is the First Herrscher, whom I learned about through that otherworldly immortal.

In Otto's eyes, this young man, who has the potential to wield the power of a Herrscher with human qualities, is of extraordinary significance.

If possible, he even considered passing on the position of Bishop of Destiny to the other party and carefully nurturing him.

But it's a pity.

The immortal from the pre-existing civilization of Shenzhou discovered the other party's existence in advance and established a good relationship with him.

Through further observation of Joyce's personality, he gradually realized that the other party could not be used by him. In fact, if this First Herrscher were allowed to grow, he would only turn against him and there was a high probability that he would stand on the same side as that Red Lotus Immortal.

During the Berlin incident three years ago, Otto and the Red-Robed Immortal reached a treaty with great restraint.

In short, according to Otto's relatively cautious assessment, the Red-Eyed Immortal's combat power level is roughly the same as that of a normal version of Fu Hua at her peak. She is not completely invincible, but she may not have a complete chance of winning.

Therefore, the contract between the two parties can naturally be reached amicably without involving much of their interests.

But what if that immortal were combined with Joyce, who perfectly wielded the power of the First Herrscher?

Men possess the vast treasures of the void and naturally know the abilities contained within them.

The few crimson feathers from before were the result of an attempt to simulate the Key of Consciousness.

If one is a naturally born First Herrscher, one should be able to exert this power in a more superior and powerful way.

—It's tricky.

Whether it's the Crimson Sage, who is suspected to be a warrior from the previous era, or Joyce, who is the First Herrscher, they are already considered to be threats and have sufficient weight.

However, once the two are combined, along with each other's ideals and personalities, they will eventually block his path to welcoming the saintess home.

Therefore, it is only natural to take action against these two.

However, the limits of that immortal still need to be tested to some extent. In order to avoid exceeding expectations, it would be best to use the berserk First Herrscher as a touchstone.

9. Su Qing'an: I will take responsibility.