Chapter 52 copy.

Outside the Golden House.

Sora and Paimon quickly rushed to the largest coin foundry in Liyue. As soon as they arrived outside the Gold House, they saw scattered soldiers lying on the ground with almost no signs of a fierce battle.

The house was empty, and large patches of shiny Mora bells were jingling and glowing, piled up into small hills.

Only a few members of the Thousand Rock Army were still lying on the ground. Everything seemed empty and silent.

"These Thousand Rocks Army... what happened to them..."

Paimon's breathing stopped, and even the happiness he felt when he saw so many Moras in the Golden House for the first time was diluted to nothing.

"It's okay, I just fainted." Kong frowned.

This shows that the fighting power of the Qianyan Army and the enemy is completely different. The enemy may be very good at winning with one strike...

Is it Dadalia?

Although they had not known each other for long, he felt that the guy who only cared about fighting was not the type to kill innocent people. Otherwise, the nature of the matter would be different. If there was another fight between them, he would definitely not show mercy.

"You look like you're thinking about something interesting."

Tartaglia walked slowly towards Sora from behind, even with a smile in her tone.

"Daddalia."

Sora turned around, used elemental power to create a sword, held it tightly in his hand, and stared at the Fatui Executive who no longer pretended to be hostile.

"I knew you were not a good person!"

Paimeng stamped his feet vigorously and said angrily, "Fortunately, Yi Ran is here. We never took the money you gave us for the previous Immortal Sending Ceremony! Who knows what evil intentions you have!"

They might be used as a favor to ask them to give some information in exchange.

Dadalia couldn't help laughing out loud. You mean the executive who is better at disguising himself than him?

He spread his hands and said, "Of course, with the president protecting you the whole time, I didn't even have the chance to ask you some small questions."

Just like that time in Buchulu.

Shocked by the change of his identity, he never had the chance to ask Yiran why he stopped him from asking for information at that time. And now, when he and Fenric used the teleportation anchor point arranged by Yiran in advance to come to the Golden House, they did not see the shadow of the ancestor Fafei.

However, even if things are full of doubts, he is still willing to believe the other party's position.

Because for these minions under the Queen, the Heart of God is something they must obtain.

He slowly took two steps closer to Sora and Paimon, twirling the water gun in his hand as he walked, his expression gloomy:

"Now that we are here, may I ask... where did you hide the ancestor Fagui?"

Kong's face was solemn, and he quietly concealed the doubts in his heart. Didn't he say that he was going to summon the old sea demon here? So the diary was actually just a bait to lure him to the Golden House?

Tartaglia, who knew nothing, took the gun and took two steps closer in a pressured manner.

Kong Yang raised his head and asked provocatively: "Do you think I will tell you?"

"That's really interesting. If that's the case, then we can only do something simple and happy, such as fighting until you can tell me."

In an instant, the flashes of swords and sabers exploded in the empty field, and the water turned into bullets, narrowly brushing past Sora's cheek from a distance.

Pieces of rock condensed out of thin air, changing the terrain and blocking the swift attacks and Dardalia who was moving around the field.

The hurricane blew past quickly, but only had time to do one-tenth of the damage before it was nimbly dodged.

Without noticing the fast-moving space hidden behind the rock pillar, a layer of rock spikes penetrated from the ground, forming a huge encirclement that just enveloped Dardalia.

The constantly fluctuating rock element energy then surged out from the ground, hitting the man and impacting his body.

Tartaglia's legs went limp and he leaned against the rock structure, his hands covering his chest with consciousness, but he quickly recovered and used the water ball to cover himself to block the attack coming from the gap.

As the water ball surrounded by purple lightning suddenly dispersed, Tartaglia had released the evil eye and put on a crimson mask on her face.

He said excitedly: "Very good, come again!"

After releasing the evil eye, it was clear that Tartaglia's desire to attack increased significantly. The mixture of black and purple elements, the unexpected increase in speed, and the illusory afterimages in different directions allowed him to get close to Sora's back in two steps. He swung the huge electric wheel with unstoppable force and slashed at Sora's body.

A layer of flower-like broken current marks covered Sora's back, emitting a terrifying and unknown light.

Paimon hid behind a distant pillar, occasionally diving into space to avoid the aftermath of the attack. She began to get anxious, her heart in her throat. She covered her eyes with her little hands, almost daring not to look again.

Kong stumbled forward after being attacked, and then he turned around with difficulty. He realized that he was under a mark that could explode at any time. His face, which was already pale due to the injury, became even uglier.

"How about it? Can we talk now? If you don't, this mark given to you by Zidian will explode at any time."

Kong gripped his sword tightly, his eyes more focused, and without saying a word, he rushed forward again with his weapon in hand.

The young master sighed. He was indeed his recognized opponent. Even if he had to endure the damage, he would not succumb to him. He stepped back to avoid the sword energy and raised the spear in his hand.

It seems that we have to knock the opponent to the ground.

But - because his original strength was gradually recovering, Sora's strength far exceeded Tartaglia's expectations, and even forced him to once again use the third-stage Demon King Armament. Like Paimon, his starry sky-patterned cloak fluttered behind him, with fluff wrapped around his collar, hinting at his identity as the Winter Solstice Executive.

Even so, Sora, who had a lot of combat experience, still found a way to hang elements from the walls at the edge of the field to offset the blackout.

He even inadvertently consumed two bottles of wind and rock-attributed essential oils that increased damage, and relied on a one-time burst of damage to reduce Tartaglia to half health.

On the other side, in the suddenly torn space, Fincher in hound form found a corner and crawled out, ready to see when he could join the battlefield.

Because of some people's abundant martial virtues, Tartaglia seemed to want to fight Sora one-on-one. After getting Bai's consent, it had to stay in the space bored and wait for Tartaglia to call it.

What was particularly coincidental was that when it emerged from the space, the person who appeared in front of it, curled up and shivering, was Paimon, who had his eyes covered tightly.

The beasthound froze in place for a moment. The next second, Paimon, who had covered his eyes, carefully opened his fingers to see what the battle situation was like.

But unfortunately, the original broad view has been replaced by an extremely oppressive golden beast.

“Wow!!!”

Fincher was startled. His golden eyes, which had been watching innocently, suddenly shrank. His claws swung out reflexively, but he restrained the impulse a second before they landed on Paimon. He gently grabbed Paimon's black collar with his fingertips and lifted her up.

Perhaps because he was about to fight, Fenrir did not control his body size to a size that could lie on Yiran's shoulder, but was slightly larger than Paimon.

The beasthound held Paimon's clothes tightly in its claws and turned to the two people fighting.

…The roar of this white creature is really loud.

The two sides who were originally fighting fiercely stopped fighting and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"?!! Paimon!"

In Kong's perspective, a monster from the abyss beast tide that had once impressed him suddenly appeared here, capturing Paimon, who was harmless to his own people and animals, and causing damage equal to one-third of that of a wild boar.

Even though the size of that beast dog was far smaller than those he had seen before, the scene of Yi Bai being swept away by the beast tide was still like a frozen shadow, leaving a trace of hidden fear in his memory.

It was as if that scene was being replicated right now, as if his cherished partner was being snatched away once again.

Realizing the danger of its own situation, the white floating object flapped its hands in panic, its mind went blank, and its voice trembled as it spoke nonsense:

"Ah, I will never secretly use the water slime in my empty backpack to grind my teeth again! Let me go!!!"

"Ouch!" Finric let out a low roar, feeling that the thing in his hand didn't seem to be very smart. He didn't want to interrupt the fight between the two people far away because of himself, but since he had already caught it, it didn't seem right to let it go.

In case the dialogue is useful...

Kong's fingertips were almost digging into the palm of his hand. Looking at the beast dog's threatening roar, his nervousness was about to overflow from his chest, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Paimeng would be torn apart in the next second.

He gritted his teeth and whispered to the already weak Tartaglia beside him: "Is this the helper you called? Tell it to let go of Paimon!"

"...I can tell you about the information about the ancestor Falv."

Dadalia frowned. The outcome was still undecided, and he did not want to achieve his goal by such despicable means other than fighting. However, the traveler's strength was nothing like what the lady had told him. His experience told him that if he continued to fight like this, he would lose sooner or later.

However...Fenrir is an independent individual. I brought it here because of a promise I made. It can't be considered my helper. Maybe the purpose of letting it come here is to capture Paimon?

Seeing Tartaglia's hesitation, Sora's heart chilled. He swung his blunt sword quickly and put it around Tartaglia's neck while he was still thinking and caught off guard.

He said word by word:

"Let. It. Let. It. Let. It. Let. It."

Tartaglia was startled and secretly blamed himself for being careless, but he had to admit that Sora was skilled. He raised his hand and said helplessly:

"My friend, I guess Finnrich won't hurt your friend, but whether it can let her go... maybe that depends on its own opinion."

Finnish chalk?

What a familiar name.

After hearing Tartaglia's promise that Paimon would not be hurt, Kong relaxed a little. He then realized that a normal abyss monster would not just hold on to Paimon, but would tear everything apart at the first moment. This was why he was so nervous just now.

At the same time, the beast dog in the distance seemed to have heard the conversation between the two people, and perhaps took into consideration its friend who was also threatened by the sword, so it changed back to its boyish form, still holding the white ball of fur in its hand.

He remembered the task Bai had given him and said, "Hostages, exchange."

"As for intelligence... let's have a fight."