Genshin Impact: I am the Great General of Liyue

The resistance quickly regrouped, and the index on the device in Huiyuan's hand that detects spacetime stability returned to 0.

(It seems that my appearance only changed the details of history, but not the overall course of events.)

Listening to the young poet's song, Huiyuan distributed the handmade wooden spears to the people.

Meanwhile, atop the tower, Dekalapian was concentrating on repairing the wind wall with his eyes closed, completely unaware of the changes within the city.

The demon god Andrius launched another attack on the wind wall, and this attack was so strong that he had to fight back with all his might.

Just then, the will to resist surged into the tower, startling the God-King and causing him to open his eyes.

Under the dual attack from both inside and outside, the wind wall was torn apart in an instant.

Dekalapian was furious. He reached out and tore the leaders to shreds.

But the resistance came wave after wave, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand such physical exhaustion.

He was filled with anger and confusion.

Why do people betray us? I protected you all, so why did this happen?

The god-king, whose personality is twisted, can only ever be a lonely king. He will never know that what he does is not what people want.

The bard sang war songs, inspiring people to march forward one after another.

"In an instant, my will ignited a raging fire, and I watched it spread across the plains, swirling and swirling freely..."

Lost souls, stop blinding yourselves, face the headwinds, and glare at the abyss—

As I sing freely, the melody echoes in the vortex atop the tower.

In the moment the throne crumbled, I saw the color of the sky—

Fly! Fly like a bird! Show me this world! Take me to the highest heavens!

The archers rushed to the top of the tower, drew their bows, and aimed at Dekalapian.

Amos's eyes were filled with tears, for the king she had loved for so many years had never looked at her even once until his death.

Amos's bow is a legendary weapon, possessing a special power that enabled Amos to win every battle.

This power has no master, yet it is present in all things.

The farther away one is from what one cherishes, the more intense that power becomes.

The distance between things we care about can be physical or emotional.

The arrow flew out of their hands; no one saw it clearly, no one reacted, and only silence remained in the air.

The arrow ripped away the left half of Dekalapian's body, leaving him with only one arm.

Seeing this, Amos realized just how far apart he was from the other person.

A fierce wind blew away all the arrows still suspended in mid-air, the tower collapsed instantly, and blood and flesh flew everywhere...

The rubble buried people, the rubble pierced through people, and the arrow that had been fired flew back in reverse, piercing the bard's chest.

The red-clad swordsman and Wendy, suffering from a heart attack, caught the fallen young poet in their arms, then looked up at the blue sky in disbelief.

The poet lay on the swordsman's arm, gazing at the clouds in the sky, and smiled...

"Fly...fly like a bird...fly, fly like a bird, fly. See this world for me, fly to the highest heavens for me..."

The lyre, now completely shattered, could no longer produce any beautiful sounds. The bard, having achieved his wish, saw the blue sky he had dreamed of.

Amos got what she wanted; Decarapian glanced at her in his final moments before dying...

Huiyuan still had doubts in her heart, but looking at the wolf king Andrius on the cliff, she understood why the Bow of Amos possessed such power.

It turned out that the power of the demon god's protection had been bestowed upon the people.

Wendy clutched the young poet's wound, heartbroken, and kept wiping away the blood.

"Little poet... Little poet... Look, I have the ability to bring feathers in... Look, there really are birds in the world, look!"

No matter how much Wendy shouts, it's all in vain.

The young poet had already breathed his last the moment he appeared in the sky.

"Why aren't you saying anything... Waaah, say something... Waaah, aren't you a great singer? I love your songs, can you sing me another one...?"

Looking at the wind sprites flying haphazardly in the air, the red-clad swordsman shook his head helplessly.

Seeing this, Wendy left dejectedly, clutching the feather.

At that moment, a divine heart descended from the sky, attracting Andrius's attention.

Having witnessed Descendants' fall from the throne, it knew that it could not provide humans with a happy life.

Even a humanoid demon like him cannot understand human thoughts and ideas, let alone himself, who is a wolf.

The proud wolf, who felt he hated humans, turned and left, realizing he was unworthy to be the king of the winds in the mortal world.

But Huiyuan, who had fought with it in the future, knew that this proud wolf was not like that; its eyes were so gentle when it looked at those who had been abandoned.

Within the pure white flower called Cecilia Flower lies a wisp of soul—the soul of an unknown poet.

Having obtained what she wanted, Hunyuan did not rush back, but instead looked in the direction Wendy had left.

Sure enough, the Heart of God that fell from the sky crashed right into its body.

Seeing this, Huiyuan decided to observe for a while before going back.

With the birth of a new god, Barbatos, the god of wind, felt the power flowing through his body and had very mixed feelings.

The power wasn't great, but it was much better than the previous power that could only assist humans in combat.

The people who lost the protection of Dekalapian gained freedom, but also faced even greater challenges.

Huiyuan disappeared from people's sight from then on. No one knew where she went. Perhaps she sacrificed herself on the battlefield.

Struggling through the wind and snow, they began to doubt whether pursuing freedom was the right choice.

Therefore, they blamed each other and began to shift the blame onto the three who had initially raised the banner of rebellion: the red-haired swordsman, the bard, and Amos.

The only surviving red-haired swordsman was ostracized as a result.

While people were venting their anger on the red-haired swordsman, a young girl named Gunnhildr prayed fervently in despair. Barbatos, who was still in the form of an elf at the time, heard her prayer and gained the power of faith.

After gaining the power, the first thing he did was to reshape his body into that of a boy—because only with a human form could he play the harp that the boy loved.

The second thing was to rescue people trapped in the snowstorm and create small shelters.

What happened next is obvious. Barbatos, upon assuming the divine throne, sheared away all the snow and uneven mountains of Mondstadt, took in Dvalin, forged a partnership with Andrius, and then fell asleep...