While I was in Mondstadt, I never imagined becoming a god.

The skirmishers' attacks became frenzied, each punch carrying the momentum of mutual destruction, and each bolt of lightning unleashing its full power.

He doesn't defend, he doesn't dodge, he just attacks, attacks, attacks.

Xu Chuan's wind blades cut into him, but he didn't care;

Dvalin's wind bullets blasted at his back, but he didn't even turn his head.

"Have you Fatui executives always been this cold and ruthless?"

Xu Chuan spoke while dealing with the frenzied attacks of the scattered soldiers.

"You just saved that lady, and she turned around and abandoned you."

"When you saved her, you didn't think she would abandon you, did you?"

The soldier didn't answer, but his fist slowed down for a second.

Xu Chuan seized the moment, took a step back, and created distance.

The power of the Heart of the Wind God and the power of the Nail of Frost surged into his body at the same time and were forcibly fused together.

The pain spread throughout my body, more intense than ever before.

Xu Chuan gritted his teeth and unleashed all his violent power on the stragglers.

Boom—!

The moment the two forces lost their balance, a terrifying energy erupted.

The shockwave spread in all directions, tearing everything around it to shreds.

The rock face was cracked, and huge boulders rolled down from the heights, crashing into the ruins and raising clouds of dust.

A huge mushroom-shaped plume of smoke shot into the sky above the Wind Dragon Ruins, and even the lady who had already escaped the Wind Dragon Ruins could see the spectacular sight.

"What a monster," she whispered, turning and continuing to run.

A figure broke through the dust and was thrown into the air.

The huge conical hat on his head had disappeared, his robes were torn in several places, and his exposed body bore deep wounds.

Moments later, the stragglers crashed down from the sky, sending debris flying everywhere.

He struggled to get up, his arms bracing against the ground, trembling as he slowly rose to his feet.

This guy is really resilient; he hasn't lost his ability to move even after all that.

"Cough...cough..."

Xu Chuan also started coughing violently.

Forcibly drawing upon the power of the Heart of the Wind God and the Nail of Frost was also a huge burden for him.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the gravel. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, and the burn marks on his arms throbbed with pain.

He stood there, leaning on his sword, breathing heavily, but he did not fall.

"Looks like you're not much better than me."

The stragglers struggled to their feet.

Even now, his words are still as venomous as ever.

Xu Chuan laughed, his hearty laughter echoing through the ruins, showing no signs of suffering.

"Yes, I've really suffered a lot this time because of you guys."

"It's just a minor, non-fatal injury. I can grit my teeth and get through it."

Dvalin, standing to the side, glanced at him with a slightly strange expression.

What does "merely non-fatal injury" mean?

After saying that, Xu Chuan once again activated the power of the Heart of the Wind God.

This time, without the interference of the Frostfire Nail, the power flowed smoothly within him, like a gentle river.

The pain is still there, but it's bearable now.

With a single step, wind elements exploded beneath his feet, and he shot out like an arrow, instantly appearing before the skirmishers.

With the powerful wind elemental force bolstering him, Xu Chuan unleashed a punch.

Just like that punch that guy gave me earlier.

boom!

The fist slammed into the skirmisher's chest, and lightning and wind elements exploded simultaneously.

The stragglers were blasted away and crashed heavily into the cliff face, where they became embedded.

Gravel rolled down from above and hit him.

He moved slightly, then became completely unconscious.

Xu Chuan withdrew his fist, stood in front of the cliff, and gasped for breath.

"It's really not easy."

He reached out and pulled the stragglers off the cliff.

His body had lost all strength to resist, hanging limply there like a discarded doll.

Without hesitation, Xu Chuan unleashed the power of the Knight's Undying Hand from his palm, probing into the skirmisher's body to search for the core.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

The core, crafted from a branch of the World Tree, lay quietly inside the doll's chest.

After it was taken out, the soldier's body fell into complete silence.

Xu Chuan held the core, feeling the power contained within it.

Dvalin landed beside him, looking down at the lifeless doll.

"Dead?" it asked.

“No,” Xu Chuan said. “It has just lost the ability to move; the puppet’s body will not die for the time being.”

Xu Chuan carefully stored the core away and turned to look at the devastated ruins of the Wind Dragon.

Next, he'll have to worry about how to find that tiller.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: A New Name

The battle between the three men and the dragon has finally come to an end.

The Wind Dragon Ruins truly lived up to their name at this moment; looking around, there were hardly any buildings left standing.

"This is really a headache."

Looking at the chaotic ruins around him, Xu Chuan didn't know where to start cleaning up.

The tower where the first tiller was housed has long since been razed to the ground.

You mean the wind wall around the tower?

Even if that thing is very sturdy, it can't withstand the barrage of attacks from those people.

At first, Xu Chuan deliberately avoided that direction, thinking he would deal with the "eye" after the battle was over.

After the lady and the stragglers joined forces, he had no time to spare for this place and could only let the thousand-year-old tower turn into rubble in the storm of elemental power.

However, it was the first tiller that reminded him of the unique characteristics of the scattered soldiers.

That core, made from the branches of the World Tree, is the power supply and computing component that this guy relies on for survival.

Without this core, the skirmisher is just an empty shell, turning back into a puppet to be controlled by others.

Coincidentally, Xu Chuan's knights do not die unarmed, which allows him to transform stragglers in this state into his own combat puppets.

He dragged the stragglers to a flat area; the puppet's body was no longer capable of resisting.

Dvalin stood to the side, his huge eyes fixed on the doll, his gaze filled with wariness and incomprehension.

Under its astonished gaze, Xu Chuan took out the Heart of the Wind God.

The turquoise chess piece radiated a soft light in his palm, with wind elements flowing within it, like a beating heart.

Looking at the doll in front of him, which resembled a young boy, Xu Chuan chuckled softly.

"A puppet who considers himself to lack a heart seeks the heart of Thor."

"Today, I will give you a heart of God."

After saying that, he placed the Heart of the Wind God into the puppet's body.

This doll, originally created to contain the heart of a god, is perfectly suited to hold the heart of the wind god.

Although Thor's Divine Heart and Wind God's Divine Heart have different power attributes, their underlying structure as containers is the same.

Xu Chuan urged the knight to avoid dying unarmed.

Power surged into his palm, and he felt an invisible connection forming between himself and the body, like an unseen thread binding him to the puppet.

He can sense the puppet's state, command it to act, and make it fight.

As for the missing part of his personality and wisdom, he doesn't need it anyway.

This guy isn't a pretty girl, so he can't stand a doll that's acting weird and sarcastic towards him.

As the cyan wind elemental light faded from the doll's body, the soldier's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Those were empty eyes, devoid of any emotion.

The purple pupils reflected Xu Chuan's shadow, like a cold mirror.

A powerful energy wave emanated from him, with wind elements flowing around him, a completely different feeling from the previous lightning-filled aura.

Xu Chuan surveyed the scattered soldiers now under his control, feeling quite satisfied.

The doll's body was intact, and the fusion of the Wind God's Heart went surprisingly smoothly. Its combat ability should not be much weaker than before.

"Not bad, not bad, you certainly didn't disappoint me."

"Watch out, he's awake again!" Dvalin instantly became alert, his four wings slightly spread, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Don't worry, Tvalin."

Xu Chuan quickly stopped Tvalin, who was about to make a move.

“This guy is no longer a threat. He is now under my control and is just a pure combat puppet.”

"You've taken the Heart of the Wind God as his power source?"

A familiar voice drifted down from above.

At some point, Wendy appeared on Dvalin's enormous head, watching with curiosity as Xu Chuan controlled the skirmishers.

He sat cross-legged on top of Tvalin's head.

"Wendy, you're here too." Xu Chuan looked up at him.

"You've caused such a commotion in the Wind Dragon Ruins, it's hard for me not to know."

Wendy shrugged helplessly, a hint of mockery in her emerald green eyes.

Xu Chuan was not surprised.

If something truly significant happens in Mondstadt, it will definitely not escape the notice of this wind god.

While he was telling Wendy what had just happened, he was distracted by controlling the skirmishers to dig out the first tiller from the ruins.

The puppet rummaged through the rubble with precise and efficient movements, searching for the buried wreckage of the tractor.

"I see." Wendy's expression became unusually serious after hearing this.

"If this happened in Mondstadt, it would be a disaster. Luckily, you're here with me, otherwise Mondstadt would be doomed."

Xu Chuan's lips twitched.

This guy keeps saying he's weak, pitiful, and helpless, but once he gets serious, even if I use all my cards, I probably still can't beat him.

How could the first generation of the Seven Rulers of the Mortal World, who have lived for thousands of years, be truly weak?

“Speaking of which,” Wendy suddenly changed the subject, her tone returning to its usual light and airy manner, “have you decided what to name him yet?”