My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Diluc, remembering Bane's earlier words, replied with certainty, "No, I can do anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Diluc pushed off the ground with his right foot and charged forward, while Bane decisively threw a punch:

"Good timing, but... face your death before the power bestowed upon you by the Executor! The end of the Night Heroes has come!"

At that moment, Bain threw a punch with all his might, and at the same time, Xia Qing, who was in the palm of the Wind God statue, immediately noticed that something was wrong with Bain's body.

It seemed that because he had used too much force, that body was now rapidly disintegrating.

In that case, let's speed up Bain's exit a bit.

As Xia Qing realized this, Diluc's attack was still no match for Bane's fist.

Like a kite released from a string, Diluc was sent flying as Bane's punch landed.

"Haha, hahahahaha, Diona's blood is really getting me so excited."

Bane then reinserted his index and middle fingers into his temples and began to spin them wildly, which startled Diluc, who was not far away.

Xia Qing felt that since this body would be damaged after this treatment, there was no need for her to be stingy.

Bain is no match for him in his current state!

Diluc silently made a decision in his mind: if that's the case, then he would use more of his idol power on him.

As Diluc awkwardly got up, some of his idol points were converted into temporary buffs, and musical notes suddenly appeared all around him.

This is?

As Diluc was slightly puzzled, he felt that the injuries he had sustained in the battle earlier, which were not actually very serious because he had already absorbed most of the force, were rapidly healing.

"Go Barbara!"

The girl's energetic voice rang out at that moment, and Diluc turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

Suddenly, a girl known to everyone in Mondstadt appeared, her hands surging with magic as she rushed towards them. This girl was none other than Barbara, Mondstadt's idol.

Before heading to Liyue, Diluc had done some research on this veteran idol, Barbara, who was undoubtedly a very popular idol in Mondstadt.

Diluc nodded his thanks to Barbara, then turned his attention back to Bane.

"You haven't given up yet? What's with that ridiculous look in your eyes? Even though you still have hope in your eyes in front of me, who has been given power by the Executor."

"Disgrace, this is an absolute disgrace! Now let me extinguish that last glimmer of hope in your heart."

After Bane finished speaking, he quickened his pace, while Diluc silently raised his greatsword.

"Hope? My hope won't be extinguished by you, because I am the future number one idol of Teyvat. Now, you'll have to witness the power of an idol!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Diluc released all the magic power within him, and at the same time, Oz, who had been accumulating energy for half a day, also rushed towards that direction.

The Firebird that heralded the dawn and Oz, surrounded by thunder, charged towards Bane simultaneously. Faced with this pincer attack, Bane was completely unable to resist.

"How could this be... I, Bane, I, Bane!"

DNA, based on the foundation of a master of massage and bone setting, has been mixed in with some unscrupulous individuals. Bane seems to want to say something.

However, before he could finish speaking, his body was severely injured by the influence of two powerful forces, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. Bain glanced around and fell into thought.

However, he quickly came to his answer. After glancing at Diluc, Bane ran in one direction with all his might. Escape was shameful but useful; in this situation, his life was obviously more important.

Seeing this, Diluc prepared to press his advantage, but Bane was simply too fast. Before he could take two steps, Bane had already completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, Barbara, who rushed over after hearing the noise, looked somewhat shocked. What was that person saying? Oh, her idol?

Is this the power of idols? Or have I misunderstood idols?

Alice once said in the book she brought back that idols bring smiles. Could this be the way to bring smiles?

Bringing smiles is what makes an idol. Oh, Barbara understands. If we defeat the enemy, everyone will surely smile.

Still half asleep, Barbara stared at the direction Bane had fled in, lost in thought.

Chapter 617: There must be a Lord of the Netherworld.

Meanwhile, Fischl looked in Diluc's direction, feeling somewhat helpless. This wasn't what was supposed to be. Shouldn't it have been me, the princess of judgment, who had overcome countless difficulties to defeat that enemy?

Fischl remained completely calm. In her mind, the person being questioned was actually on her side, probably an ally sent by Morax, the Rock King.

All of this was to lure out his own soul's father, the eternally dark king of the Dark Realm, Darkseid, the apocalypse of the end times.

Fischl felt somewhat lost about her past life, unsure of what she was like and what her father wanted to do.

Shaking his head, Fischl decided to put those things aside for the future. He glanced at the direction Bain had just fled in and swallowed his emotions.

“Princess Fischl, I think we need to talk. We’ll meet again in half an hour when the wind rises.”

Diluc looked at Fischl in a deliberately disguised voice and said this. After saying this, Diluc bent down and disappeared into the night.

Fischl watched Diluc's departing figure with some doubt in her heart. What did that Night Elf hero, who seemed to be named Diona, want with her?

While Fischl was filled with doubt, the leader of the Adventurers' Guild still couldn't believe that the true identity of the Night Hero was actually the bartender at the tavern he frequented.

The team leader glanced at Fischl, trying to persuade her not to attend the meeting in such a dangerous place.

After Fischl made it clear that he was determined, the leader had no choice but to try to persuade him to bring some adventurers along, since it would be better to have more people to help each other.

He wasn't related to Fischl, so he couldn't force Fischl to do anything. Fischl confidently replied that he didn't need the leader's words.

Fischl was quite confident in his own strength. If absolutely necessary, he would use the forbidden power called the Great Illusionary Dream Forest of All Things Madness Judgment Eye.

As dawn approached, Fischl, with Oz perched on his shoulder, walked unhurriedly toward Diluc, who had been waiting for him at the Windrise.

"Hero of the night, what brings you to my court?"

Looking at Diluc not far away, Fischl, who was already hopelessly delusional, said this. At this moment, Diluc felt that Fischl's tone was a bit strange, but he didn't think much of it.

“Fischl, you’ve been targeted. The power within you doesn’t belong to you.”

Looking at Fischl not far away, Diluc said in a serious tone.

Looking at Diluc, who was now completely covered from the eyes down with a black cloth, Fischl's voice was somewhat speechless:

"You're dressed so furtively, yet you try to make me believe what you say? Trust is the foundation of conversation. Who exactly are you?"

Come on, take off your masks, and let's have a sincere talk.

Seeing Diluc and Fischl say this, Diluc showed a disapproving look upon hearing the request.

The disapproving gaze of a righteous person is incredibly lethal. After being stared at like that by Diluc for a few seconds, Fischl looked up at the sky somewhat awkwardly.

"I...I am Diona, the hero of the night!"

After pondering for a moment, Diluc said, "Although I don't know who Diona is, I'll borrow her identity for now."

But why would the Fat Fools mistake Diona for the true identity of the Night Hero...?

Yes, I'd like to meet Diona if I have the chance.

As Diluc thought this to himself, Fischl slowly nodded: "I see. Then, Diona, the hero of the night, speak your desire."

Looking at Fischl Diluc not far away, she felt a little helpless. Oh well, for now, Diona will be the hero of the Night Elf.

"What I ask for is very simple: that you and I cooperate to kill Darkseid. It is a good choice for the Mondstadt people to devise a plan to eliminate the Dark Lord in the Windrise."

Diluc stated his purpose directly: in his eyes, Fischl, who possessed the power of the Anti-Life Equation, was undoubtedly an ally worth winning over.

"Huh...do you even know what you're saying?"

Seeing Diluc and Fischl smiling not far away, Diluc was a little confused by the strange tone in their voice.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Fischl Diluc's somewhat bewildered question, Fischl's tone was rather subtle: "I see you don't understand at all."

Huh?

For some reason, Diluc suddenly remembered the bard's catchphrase from the orchestra, and looking at Fischl, he continued in that bewildered tone, "What do you know?"

"You actually came to discuss plans to eliminate the Dark Lord, the Emperor of Judgment, without even knowing my true identity. Ha, what a reckless move."

Fischl shook his head, while Diluc frowned at his words, as if making a connection to something: "Identity? Wait, you called the Dark Lord the Emperor of Judgment... Could it be?"

Fischl nodded quite readily in response to Diluc's question: "That's right, Darkseid was my father in my previous life, the ruler of Darkness, the King of Judgment."

"And why would I, the inheritor of the anti-life equation, Princess Fischl, the condemned princess, conspire with you to murder my father?"

Diluc was stunned upon hearing this. This was truly an unexpected path. He had originally thought that Fischl was just an ordinary person who bore the power of Darkseid.

I never expected it to be his own daughter. Hmph, as expected of the Dark King, even his daughter is nothing more than a tool in his eyes.

"Well, don't dwell on this kind of thing too much. I, the princess, never said I wouldn't help you."

At this moment, Fischl suddenly spread his hands and said casually.

"Huh?"

Diluc's tone was slightly doubtful, but Fischl's next sentence directly answered his doubts: "There must be a Lord of the Dark Night, and that person must be me, the Princess!"

Father, you have lived long enough. Only I, the princess, can lead the Pure Land of Dark Night to a new future.

If I allow you to continue ruling, the vast, dark, and pure land, and all the thousands of kingdoms that dwell there, will ultimately face only decline and destruction.

Fischl, who had conjured up a whole host of scenarios in her mind, brought in a completely new one today. Diluc, who was considering aligning himself with Fischl, was somewhat surprised to hear this and revealed Fischl's true intentions:

"You want to usurp the throne?"

After saying that, Diluc suddenly realized, if Fischl wanted to usurp the throne, what did her accomplice, Justice Man, have to do with me, Diluc?

Chapter 618: Fischl: This feeling... is so good, so pleasant.

“The Pure Land of Dark Night is already awaiting the arrival of a new master. My father has been on the throne for far too long.”

"Know that no throne is eternal; our Judgment Royal Family has always ruled that pure land by force."

As Diluc remained silent, Fischl turned to look beside her, and as she slightly raised her right hand, Oz appeared and perched on her arm the next second.

"Oz... is hungry."

Fischl looked at Oz and said in a very villainous tone, "It's probably almost time for Oz to have breakfast."

I should end the conversation as soon as possible and go make breakfast for Oz, besides, I'm a little hungry now.

Although it's unclear whether beings like Oz need their own food, Fischl isn't the type to eat alone, and she usually makes a portion for Oz as well.