Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

Chapter 595 The Crimson Moon Knight (Part 1)

Hong Tao's arm went numb from the shock, and he was horrified. He never imagined that the woman before him would be so powerful.

"Five against one, do we really need to call for a reminder?" Peruvieri's tone was icy as she flapped her blood wings again, stirring up a cloud of blood mist. "It seems you're nothing special after all."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a black, sharp light, tinged with turbidity, attacked from the side.

She parried with her sword held back, and the person was none other than the disheveled man 'Shadow Demon', clad in undead armor.

Peruvieri stared at the man in front of her, the black gun pressed against her. Before she could react, two gunshots rang out from either side of his shoulders.

Bang, bang!

Her eyes narrowed, her blood-red wings closed, and she turned around with lightning speed, bullets grazing between her feathers.

It was Itte. He had jumped down from a great height at some point, and the gun barrage generated by his "Thousand Transformations" technique filled the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Interesting. It seems I really underestimated you," he said with a slow smile.

"What, even you, with your 'God of War' element, can't sit still?" Peruvieri continued to mock.

Upon hearing this, Itte chuckled lightly: "Heh, I admit that you are indeed troublesome because of the contract with Hyotei, but that doesn't mean you have the right to be arrogant."

"Is that so? Then please take it a little more seriously, otherwise it'll be too boring to end like this." Her words were filled with confidence, as well as a hint of contempt for her opponents.

She knew very well that it was precisely at times like these that she needed to put pressure on the other party and disrupt their judgment.

Mad Blade, Hong Tao, and Feng Ling were all repeatedly repelled and mocked, leaving them somewhat embarrassed. A cold glint flashed in It's's eyes; he was clearly also angered. Only Phantom remained expressionless, his black spear gripped tightly.

It chuckled lightly: "Heh, is that so? Since you're so eager to die, then don't blame us."

He looked at the three frustrated men beside him: "Mad Blade, Hong Tao, Feng Ling, stop playing around. Let this arrogant guy see what real power is!"

"Hmph, I'll play along to the end!" Peruvieri once again brandished her twin swords.

Hong Tao and Kuang Dao charged forward again, this time with a distinctly different aura. Kuang Dao's wind blades were solid as jade, cutting through the air with a piercing shriek; Hong Tao's giant axe was imbued with elemental power as heavy as a mountain, each swing sending stones and sand flying.

Feng Ling stood to one side, and although she was assisted by Meng Die, she was torn to shreds by the layers of bloody light around her before she could even get close.

In the midst of the close-quarters combat stalemate, Phantom plunged his black spear into the ground. The next second, two undead giants burst from the earth, brandishing their spears and attacking Peruvier from behind.

Peruvieri glanced back slightly, and in an instant, her blood energy surged forth. Two blood-red streaks slammed out, forcefully blasting the two undead iron cavalrymen backward, the sound of their armor shattering deafening.

But in that moment of distraction, Itt's musket had already been aimed at her opening.

He clenched his left hand, and countless sparks burst forth, pointing in one direction, creating a violent roar.

At that moment, Itt grinned, thinking he had succeeded. But when the smoke cleared, the other party was nowhere to be seen.

"Varied……"

Before he could finish speaking, a streak of blood appeared behind him.

At that moment, a sense of crisis pierced his back like needles, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He instinctively deployed a protective barrier.

boom!

The sword light slashed fiercely at the translucent energy barrier that had just activated, creating violent ripples. Although Itt was knocked back a few steps by the impact, the barrier did not shatter, barely managing to block the fatal blow.

“Not slow to react.” Peruvieri’s voice sounded calmly behind him, revealing no emotion.

She had already anticipated that, as the holder of the Fallen God's element "War," and with the title of Doctor, Itte couldn't possibly be without a means of self-preservation.

"Tch, what a troublesome guy!"

Itte held the "Thousand Transformations" weapon in his hand and slammed it into the ground. In an instant, countless iron halberds rose up from the ground like a wave.

Peruvelle leaped into the air, landing on the tip of the halberd.

As she brandished her twin swords, preparing to launch her next attack, suddenly, countless streams of malevolent energy converged in the center of the battlefield.

It was a phantom; the ferocity emanating from the spearhead burst forth.

"Song of the Soul, Annihilation and Rebirth!"

In an instant, Peruvieri found herself in a battlefield engulfed in flames.

The place was littered with corpses, the scorched earth was pungent, and the stench of death permeated the entire area.

This is not an ordinary illusion; it is a phantom using the power of the dead to create a simulated enchantment.

It is fake, yet it seems incredibly real.

Throughout history, countless innocent souls have perished in flames due to war, and this place is where all the dead gather.

Corpses and scorched earth spread beneath our feet, and mournful howls of the souls ripped at our eardrums. Even the wind and snow were shut out by this battlefield.

Peruvier hovered in mid-air, her wings slightly unfurling within the deathly silence of the barrier. Her gaze swept over the corpses strewn across the ground below, showing no panic, only a cold, serene composure.

At this moment, she calmly said, her toes touching the ground: "To materialize death, is this your strength? You should know that as a warrior, and as a paladin of the glacier, death is already commonplace."

Phantom raised the black gun, her eyes calm beneath her disheveled bangs, and said, "Of course, but... this is just the beginning."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge, black wave suddenly rose from the ground, and countless skeletal hands emerged from the scorched earth.

They clawed and tore at Peruvieri's ankles and wings. The vengeful spirits howled and coiled around her, trying to drag her into the boundless, silent depths of the underworld.

Peruvieri paid no heed. Facing these monsters, she gently flapped her wings and sent them all flying. But just then, the earth cracked open again, and in the blink of an eye, two enormous undead warhorses surged out of the sea of ​​fire, raising their spears and thrusting them down at Peruvieri.

Seeing this, she leaped into the air, unleashing a blood-red moon strike that cleaved the undead warhorse's skull, shattering it with a deafening roar. However, the shattered bones miraculously reformed in the next second, as if they were immortal.

"How could this be..." She was startled, but before she could react, the next attack came.

A sharp wind blade silently sliced ​​through the edge of the barrier, aiming straight for her back.

Peruvieri frowned, flapped her wings again, and unleashed a wave of blood that shattered the wind blade. Then, she swung her sword backward with her left hand, tearing through the air with a burst of blood energy, forcing Mad Blade to dodge in a sorry state.

However, the attack did not stop. From the side, several boulders crashed down like meteors. Although Mengdie's attacks did not cause her any serious harm, her situation was indeed not optimistic under the onslaught of the undead warhorses.

At that moment, Itt followed closely behind, firing his gun and spraying bullets wildly at the spot where he landed.

Bullets, wind blades, boulders, phantom butterflies, undead cavalry... the relentless attacks from all directions were amplified infinitely within the Phantom's barrier. Every time a skeleton was shattered, it immediately regenerated; every time an attack was blocked, the next wave of assault surged forth like a tide.

This is not a fair fight; it's an overwhelming attrition.

Peruvieri's blood wings flapped rapidly, her figure weaving and shifting amidst the hail of bullets, her twin swords dancing into a dense, impenetrable mass of blood-red light. A sweeping sword aura shattered stone spears; a flap of her wings incinerated illusory butterflies; a light touch on her toes dodged Hong Tao's axe-splitting blow, and with a backhand slash, forced back the Mad Blade.

However, the enemy's attacks were too frequent, too persistent, and too ruthless.