Original God's Dark Priest

It is a cruel fact that even if Remus gave up everything and opened up a secret living space for himself, he still could not escape the fate of death.

His existence has long been bound to the seal of Fontaine's earth veins. If this seal is to be lifted, Remus must die.

To be honest, Safir didn't want this to happen, but she had no choice. The death of Remus was too insignificant compared to the entire continent of Teyvat.

What's more, it just sends the demon god who should have died to where he should go.

Even if there is no grudge between the two parties, she must kill him in the face of justice and the tide of the times.

"Dance, perform one last song, show me your determination to fight, and then... meet your end like a man." Saphir stared at Remus with his eyes, no sadness or joy in them, no emotion could be seen.

Remus's hand holding the harp trembled slightly: "Do we have to fight this... I have never hurt anyone, is this wrong?"

"I know, but Remus, I know. Being kind is never wrong, being weak is." Saphir took out the dagger, slowly stroking the blade with his thumb, feeling the lines of the blood grooves, and gradually hardened his heart.

Remus knew that he was doomed this time, so he stopped hesitating and distanced himself from Saphir. According to his observation, this woman was good at hiding her tracks, and her weapon was a dagger, so she must be extremely proficient in close combat.

As long as they could keep their distance, they could still fight. He had underestimated his opponent at the beginning. If he had used all his strength to push the notes, he wouldn't necessarily lose!

Remus expanded his territory while running forward.

"Let me show you the resistance from Lemuria. This is the final requiem!" Several musical instruments emerged from the void and began to echo each other, playing a melody with an extremely strong sense of rhythm.

The melody is dominated by drum sounds, which are dense and each beat seems to hit one's heart.

The familiar feeling of suffocation came to his mind again, and Saphir frowned slightly. Sure enough, the fighting method related to music was disgusting.

There is something strange about Remus. If anyone else met him, they might really be in trouble. After all, this is the ability to control the heartbeat with sound. As we all know, internal organs are always the most fragile, and even rocks cannot resist a breakthrough from the inside.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Remus has the ability to defeat Morax. Judging from the difference in strength between the two, Morax might suffer a loss in the first encounter due to unfamiliarity, but once he knows Remus's abilities, Morax will have ten thousand ways to kill him.

At that time, Akhmara beat Remus so badly that he had no power to fight back. Morax was no weaker than Akhmara, so he naturally would not lose to Remus.

Saphir watched Remus play and thought to himself that this ability should not be innate. At least during the Sumeru period, this guy did not have this ability.

Otherwise, he would not have been crushed by Akhmara and fled in panic. Even if he didn't defeat the other party, at least he could have had a place in Xumi. At the very least, he could have left behind a moving story, instead of being almost unknown like now.

While thinking about all these things in his mind, Safir's hands did not slow down at all.

Because she had musical skills in Seraph mode, she was also familiar with Remus's combat mode. If possible, she hoped that this battle could serve as a trial to improve her musical combat ability.

She did it as soon as she thought of it. She immediately took out the Dust-Cleansing Bell. The crisp sound of the bell echoed, offsetting some of the effects given by Remus.

The sound waves collided in the air, forming ripple entities, and the entire space seemed to be distorted.

But the Dust-Cleansing Bell was only a ritual object after all. It was sufficient for ceremonies, but it was not powerful enough for attack. It was soon defeated by Remus's attack, and ripples swept towards Saphir.

Under Remus' overwhelming sonic attack, the Dust-Cleansing Bell in Saphir's hand struggled to hold on, as if it would break in the next second.

Even though he had anticipated such a result, Saphir was still secretly shocked. Remus' vocal skills were indeed not to be underestimated.

Without hesitation, she immediately switched forms, transformed into Seraph mode, and started the Hymn of Courage, chanting to offset Remus's oppression.

Seeing this scene, Remus was also surprised. It's not that he didn't think that Saphir would have a solution, but he didn't expect that she would choose to confront him head-on in the field she was best at.

Looking at the sound waves being offset by the Newborn Hymn, Remus' eyes flashed with cruelty: "Since you are seeking death... I will grant your wish!"

Different musical instruments emerged from the void again. Following the drums, harp, flute and zither at the beginning, violins and bass appeared this time. There were so many varieties that it was almost enough for a concert.

The appearance of the new instrument caused Saphir to feel a surge of pressure, nearly interrupting his hymn of courage. At the same time, the pressure on his heart returned. This time, there was no way to completely resist it.

Safire took a deep breath, took out a violin, and began to play.

She felt a little regretful. The violin Alice had given her had been taken away to revive Lei Dianzhen. Now the violin she had was just an ordinary instrument without any special abilities.

Saphir was thinking about how to break the deadlock. Is there really no way to defeat Remus in this regard?

If there is nothing she can do, she can only choose to kill him directly, which would be a bit ugly.

While Saphir was struggling to hold on, Remus was actually not feeling well either. Operating multiple instruments at the same time was very mentally exhausting. Although he hid here, his soul still could not escape wear and tear, and his strength was no longer as strong as before.

If Remus, who has mastered the Great Movement, can barely be ranked among the first-line demon gods, then the current strength of Remus is actually only slightly stronger than Osel. It is not that Osel is weak, but in front of Saphir, Osel is really not good enough.

Likewise, Remus' own strength was not impressive enough.

The confrontation continued. Saphir clenched her fists, suddenly put away the violin and stopped playing. Remus was a little puzzled. Did she give up?

The next second, a strange-looking weapon suddenly appeared in Safir's hand.

It was something similar to a mallet. Because it was quite huge, Remus subconsciously used it as a weapon. The weapon was very thin at the head and became thicker towards the tail. There was a big bulge at the very end, which looked like a hammer, but the hammer head seemed to be hollow, because Saphir held it without any effort.

Then, he saw Saphir put the tip of the weapon to his mouth...

"This is actually... a musical instrument?" Remus' eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

He thought he had seen every musical instrument in the world, but this was the first time he had seen such a strange thing.

After comparison, Remus subconsciously thought that this should be some kind of rare trumpet. After all, only a trumpet could be made into such a strange shape.

Saphir took a deep breath and began to play. Then, the ancient and desolate melody echoed in the space.

"What an ancient tune..." Remus' heart tightened when he heard the tune played by Saphir. He seemed to see a wild continent full of dangerous giant creatures, and fighting against these giant creatures were roughly equipped humans.

They survived tenaciously and rebelled against the rulers of the continent. Every day was filled with blood and fire, and death accompanied them. Every evening, when the sunset was like blood, they would gather together to mourn for their companions who died today, and then build a bonfire at night to celebrate having survived another day.

"It's a hymn of resistance... and also a commemoration of the dead..." Remus muttered to himself, not knowing that just this slight distraction had already caused the tune of his song to change.

Saphir was calm inside, but she could sense that Remus' heart was in turmoil.

The most taboo in fighting is to be restless. The desolate and ancient tune of the hunting flute is the most touching. This time, she won.

Holding the hunting horn horizontally, Saphir appeared in front of Remus in a flash. In the other's incredulous eyes, the hunting horn in her hand smashed over like a huge hammer.

"Although the hunting horn is a musical instrument, its solid material and structure also support it being used as a weapon, like... like this!" A powerful blow hit Remus' face, causing his face to be sunken in just one blow, his entire nose to collapse, and blood gushing out of his nose.

Remus, who suffered a severe blow, could no longer control the various musical instruments he summoned, and the captivating requiem came to an abrupt end.

Feeling the force oppressing his heart disappear, Saphir put away the hunting horn and the dust-cleansing bell, and slowly walked over to Remus who was lying on the ground.

Operating several musical instruments just now had already exhausted him mentally, and now his nose bone was broken. Remus completely lost the strength to stand up. He just looked at Sapphire who was looking down at him with lifeless eyes.

"I lost..." Remus said dejectedly, "In the field I'm best at... Ha... How ridiculous..."

Saphir looked at him with pity in his eyes. "In the art of music, I never lose to anyone, and you are no exception. Since you have collected so many portraits of demon gods, you should know that Hagentus is an expert in music. It is not shameful to lose to me."

"But the price I have to pay is death! Why should I do this? I have never offended anyone, why..." Remus' emotions were on the verge of collapse. The double trauma of body and mind made him completely lose his pride as a king. He was hysterical like a madman.

Saphir sighed and said, "I've said before, there is no hatred between us. You just happened to be in my way, so you can't live.

If a fight between two sides means one must die, I can only ask you to rush to death. This is the condition for victory, and I have no choice."

"Your victory...doesn't mean you're right!" Remus struggled to shout out these words.

Safir's breathing stagnated slightly, and her eyes widened. Once upon a time, someone had said something similar to her. What had she done then?

After hearing this, she cut out the other person's heart without any hesitation.

"Right or wrong means nothing to me. I just walk firmly on my own path, that's all." Saphir said what he had said before, then stretched out his hand and cut out Remus' heart.

Remus died, and the musical instrument that represented his power turned into light particles and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Feeling the sticky touch on his fingertips and smelling the strong smell of blood, Saphir was silent for a long time. Then he clenched his right hand slightly and crushed the heart that represented the life of the demon god.

"Boom!" Remus, who lost his heart, was completely dead. The explosion that occurred when the demon died swept across the space.

Saphir tilted his head slightly and took on all the impact with his body, as if he was enduring Remus's final rage before his death.

"I'm sorry, Remus. I know what you're thinking, but we're all prisoners struggling to cross the river of fate. Your life has no future, and even if you continue to live, it's just a lingering struggle.

I need to keep this life to do something that you can't do.

"Hate me, curse me, but I will bear the weight of your hatred and soul with all my strength, without complaint." Saphir loosened his right hand, and the crimson blood and the stilled heart turned to dust and gradually dissipated.

This space also began to become unstable, and Saphir knew that it was time for her to leave.

Looking at the hall that was ravaged by the energy released by the death of the demon god, Saphir shook himself habitually and turned away.

Veronica’s voice sounded in her heart: “Say one less word this time.”

"..." Safir paused, a bitter smile on his face, "It's so cold..."

"How far is this road? Do you regret embarking on this journey?" Veronica asked again.

Saphir shook his head. "It's much longer than I thought. Or maybe it's not that long, just more torturous than I thought."

"Every journey is a journey of tempering the heart. I'm a little curious. If I cut open your chest, will I see a little heart full of holes?" Veronica said in a somewhat vicious tone.

Saphir snorted lightly, "You think too much. A villain like me never feels uncomfortable killing innocent people. I am very powerful."

"I acknowledge your strength, but I don't agree with your indifference." Veronica sighed.

Safir did not answer again, but silently opened the space crack and stepped into it.

As she left this hidden secret place, she heard Veronica's barely perceptible whisper: "Actually, you are kinder than anyone thinks."

Safir was startled, then reached out and pulled the hood of his clothes to cover his head, as if only in this way could he feel a little safe.

At the edge of the space crack, a drop of crystal clear water slowly dripped down, fell to the ground, splashed a tiny water droplet, and then fell silent.