Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

"The leylines must be stabilized." Rexor's voice was deep and clear, carrying an unquestionable resolution, like ice falling to the ground. "The collapse of the world is the primary threat. If Teyvat ceases to exist, all defense and sacrifice will be meaningless."

Yaohui clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white, but he did not refute immediately. He just stared at Rex.

Rex turned his gaze to him, and a hint of extremely complex emotions seemed to flash in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper determination.

"As for the civilians..." He paused, a barely perceptible difficulty etched into his voice. "We'll do our best to carve out relatively safe areas and guide the survivors there. But... we can't protect everyone. What Yang said, while cruel, is not entirely without truth. In the face of this world-shattering disaster, the survival of the individual... sometimes has to give way to the survival of the whole. As for how to fight against the Sangyang rebellion, our only option right now is to rely on other contractors and the military."

Rex's words fell coldly on this room full of struggles, like a final verdict.

At this moment, the words "necessary sacrifice" hit everyone's heart heavily, especially Yaohui.

The fire in his eyes seemed to freeze in an instant, leaving only a hollow, dead silence, the silence of a betrayed faith. He opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but in the end, he simply loosened his clenched fist, his shoulders slumping slightly. A silent despair filled the air.

Li Xueqi turned away reluctantly. Tianlang sighed and patted Yaohui on the shoulder, but he didn't know how to comfort him. Yang remained silent, but his eyes became deeper.

Diablo stood within the barrier, watching all this quietly. His crimson eyes were calm, as if he had already foreseen this inevitable end. He tilted his head slightly and whispered to Mo Yan and Kailin:

"See? This is the weight of history. Knowing the future doesn't give you the power to change it. Sometimes... it just makes you realize your powerlessness sooner."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding scene once again rapidly faded, blurred, and reassembled like the ebbing tide. But this time, they inexplicably arrived at the high building of a theater.

"According to the final decision, the eight guardians dispersed, exhausting their strength to stabilize the collapsing leylines. Upon learning of this, the Sanyang people, far from restraining themselves, became even more frenzied. They established the notorious experimental unit, and launched even more brutal pursuits and live experiments on the civilians of Rinhui."

"They first targeted the vampires, hoping to gain access to their regenerative abilities. After capturing them, they tied them to a lab table and drained their blood. Everyone saw the vampires as vampires, but in reality, they were not. To survive, they integrated into society and lived like ordinary people. However, due to the cruel actions of these guys, they were almost wiped out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stage was instantly surrounded by spectators. They were wearing uniform military uniforms and sitting in their seats. On the stage stood a young man with a rather immature face. He took a violin and began to play.

"He's Dracula, the third of the Six Evil Saints. You should have met him in Akagi, right? Back then, he was still a teenager, far less mature than he would be 200 years later. Originally, he was just a street artist with a bit of fame, but the brutality of the Sangyang people forced him to reveal his identity as a vampire. This performance, called "Paradise," shocked the world, and the Sangyang military launched a desperate manhunt for him."

On the stage, Dracula closed his eyes, completely immersed in his own musical world. The bow danced on the strings, producing melodies that were sometimes passionate and sometimes mournful.

But Officer Sang Yang in the audience did not take it seriously. He just admired the scene and was completely unaware of the death.

In the middle of the music, the sound of the piano suddenly rose, becoming sharp and rapid. The invisible strings suddenly turned into deadly blades, and in the blink of an eye they cut the throats of all the Sangyang people sitting in the front seats.

The careless Sangyang officers backstage paused, their eyes fixed. Before they could react, the invisible sonic blades precisely sliced ​​their throats! Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the luxurious chairs and carpets red. Their screams of terror were strangled in their throats, leaving only the melody of the piano echoing mournfully on the empty stage, as if playing a dirge for this sudden massacre.

Dracula slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes, which should have been filled with artistic spirit, now only held a cold murderous intent and the joy of revenge. He stood in a pool of blood, violin in hand, like a performer returned from hell, composing his music with death.

The Sangyang soldiers in the audience finally reacted and tried to rush onto the stage with their guns drawn in panic, but the invisible sound blades were like the scythe of the god of death, accurately and efficiently cutting their throats. In the blink of an eye, the entire theater instantly turned into a Shura field.

"Look, this is an 'artist' driven to despair." Diablo's voice was calm, yet tinged with a hint of cold sarcasm. "When death and despair grip him, all that remains... is a desperate battle, a gamble of blood for blood."

"This bloody incident is unprecedented since the invasion of Sangyang. It has alarmed the high command of Sangyang, and it is extremely gratifying to Linhui. However, due to the remaining prestige of the Sangyang people, no one dares to speak out."

Before he could finish his words, the surrounding scene distorted and dissolved again, like a painting soaked by water. The echoes of the theater's blood and piano music hadn't yet completely dissipated, but a new scene was rapidly forming.

This time they were in a wilderness, with an army galloping in the distance, and in front of the army was a green-haired young man wearing a cloak. Judging from the outline, it was obviously the figure of Dracula.

"In order to solve this scourge, Sangyang's highest command issued a wanted order and sent elite troops to encircle and suppress him."

In the scene, Dracula gallops across the wilderness, his cloak rustling in the wind. Dust billows behind him as Sang Yang's cavalry and infantry equipped with early elemental weapons pursue him relentlessly, their cries of battle shattering the silence of the wilderness.

Finally, Dracula collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, his cloak spread out, revealing his pale and exhausted face. He was panting heavily, the violin bow in his hand had long been broken, and the violin was also covered with cracks.

Sang Yang's pursuers quickly surrounded him, pointing their cold weapons at him, and the officer had a cruel and complacent smile on his face.

"Keep running! I wonder where you can go now!"

At this critical moment, several black flames fell from the sky and landed accurately between Sang Yang's pursuers and Dracula.

boom!

A scorching wave of air, mingled with destructive energy, erupted suddenly, instantly sweeping away several of the Sangyang soldiers at the forefront, turning them to charred remains as they screamed. Several charred holes were blasted into the ground, blocking the path of pursuit.

The remaining Sangyang soldiers stopped in fear and raised their weapons in the direction where the black flames were falling.