Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 911 Let Him Fly

In the workshop, Xinoning was frowning as he looked at a row of weapons laid out to one side. Calling them weapons was a bit of a stretch, because these things only had the appearance of weapons, and as for their strength... it was simply unacceptable.

“These items won’t do; they were burned too quickly.” Although Xinoning was also anxious, throwing these things onto the battlefield was practically murder. She looked at the two forging workers standing to the side, heads bowed and faces full of shame. “Weapons and protective gear are matters of life and death. Even if production pressure is high, we must ensure quality.”

I don't want to blame you, because I know very well that your skill level is definitely not this high. Go and rest and adjust yourselves. These few things...

"Leave it to us." Before she could finish speaking, a rough voice rang out in the room.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, she saw two muscular men.

One of them had a full beard, was tall, and wore traditional Liyue artisan clothing, with the character "Kun" tattooed on the right side of his chest.

The other person... well, he could barely be considered human. He was over two meters tall, with short purple hair standing on end, and his eyes, though not large, were bright and piercing. From time to time, you could see a flash of electricity in his eyes.

His body was covered in intricate patterns, somewhat resembling the tattoos of the Nata people, but Xinoning knew that it was probably closer to Liyue tattoos or something else.

The man was shirtless, seemingly unconcerned about exposing his upper body to strangers; his bulging muscles gave everyone who saw him a sense of oppression.

All of the above still fall within the realm of humans. What Xinoning couldn't help but care about was that this man actually had four arms, each of which was thicker than an average person's thigh. This was clearly not within the realm of humans.

The words just spoken were spoken by the man in front of me.

"Ah, it's Fushe! He's here too!" Little Paimon was a little excited when he saw Fushe.

The noisy little guy was naturally not ignored by Fushe. Tengshe Yaksha turned his head slightly and saw the excited little guy. He laughed and said, "Isn't this Ying and Paimon? It's been a long time."

"Long time no see. You're here to provide support too, right?" Ying stepped forward, nodded to Xinoning, and introduced them to each other, "This is Xinoning, the most outstanding craftsman in Nata, and one of the six heroes of the Vulcan Five Hundred Years Project."

Fu She and Kun Feng beside him nodded to Xinoning: "Hello."

Ying continued, "These two are Fushe and Kunfeng, the strongest craftsmen in Liyue. Both of them have a record of forging artifacts, and they may not be any worse than you, Xinoning, in this respect."

Xinoning looked at Fushe and the other person with surprise and doubt: "Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

After they got to know each other, Paimon started chattering, "Fushe Kunfeng, you actually came? Where are Zhongli and the others? Didn't they come?"

“No, the ones who came to support us this time are Gui Zhong’s family and her Fools’ subordinates. It doesn’t involve the Liyue forces. Kun Feng and I have that status, but the Emperor… cough, Mr. Zhongli and Jiuli do not, so they will not come to support us,” Fu She explained.

Ying nodded, but was also a little disappointed. The situation in Nata was not optimistic. Did Liyue not plan to send any support even now?

Seemingly seeing through Ying's thoughts, Fu She laughed and patted her shoulder: "Disappointed? Don't worry, they are all paying attention to the battle here. If a situation really becomes unmanageable, those who can help will arrive as soon as possible."

The scope of those who can help is ambiguous. On the surface, it seems to refer to the immortals and Vision holders who have not yet arrived in Liyue, but in reality, this scope also includes high-end combat forces such as Barbatos Balzebub.

In other words, if the situation in Nata deteriorates beyond control, all seven gods except the Ice God will descend together, as agreed upon last night.

As for how it came to be, it was naturally through the Dust Song Pot.

"Thank you for coming all this way to help." Xinoning didn't know the hidden meaning in Fushe's words, but she was still very grateful.

Fushe shook his head slightly: "The Abyss is our common enemy. Everyone has an unshirkable responsibility to fight against it. Five hundred years ago, I did not retreat even a step. Today, I will not fear it either."

"The rest of the support is arriving one after another. We just need to do our own thing." Kunfeng said, picking up a substandard weapon. "This thing isn't good enough. It needs to be reworked."

Xinoning immediately realized: "Yes, the most urgent task is to finish forging this batch of weapons as soon as possible, otherwise it will be terrible if we don't have enough weapons when the people arrive."

She skillfully lit the fire, the orange-red light illuminating her face as she looked earnest and focused.

Kunfeng and Fushe also took out their forging tools and began to repair the weapons and equipment that were not hot enough.

The workshop bustled with activity. Ying looked left and right, finding no way to help, and asked, "Safir sent us to collect weapons to send to the front lines. Is there nothing available for transport?"

While keeping an eye on the heat, Xinoning replied, "It's in the box over there. You can just move it there. Do you need me to contact someone for help?"

"No problem, leave it to me!" Ying quickly found the box where the weapons were stored, opened it to check, confirmed that they were brand new and intact, then put them into Paimon's storage space and left.

On their way back, they ran into Pal and Kinich, who were chatting.

Upon seeing Pal, Ying and Paimon were already used to it, and the two calmly approached him: "Pal, you're here too!"

"Hey, isn't this Ying and Paimon? I was just talking about you two with Ginitch." Pal said with a serene smile.

Kinich nodded: "Yes, five minutes ago, Miss Par said you would appear in five minutes, the timing is just right."

"Huh? Did Pal cheat?" Paimon asked with a scrutinizing look.

Par covered his mouth and chuckled: "What's the point of cheating? There's no stakes."

“That’s true.” Paimon dismissed his previous thought.

Ying looked at Ginitch and said, "It looks like you're not injured, that's good."

Before Ginitch could speak, Ajo appeared, extremely arrogant: "Hahaha~ Don't be surprised, it's a piece of cake. If no one had stopped me, I would have burned this foreign insect in front of me to ashes long ago!"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." Ginich remained calm. He had adjusted his mindset; he was human, not a monster. The things under Saffir were pure monsters, including the seemingly harmless white-haired girl beside him, who was also a monster.

Humans cannot be compared to monsters; the more you compare, the more your mentality will collapse.

After thanking him, he changed the subject: "But the situation on the ground is not as optimistic as Ajo said. Aurora's men are all elite soldiers. If Ada hadn't held back, we might not have made it back alive."

At first, I thought I was going to disappoint Lord Vulcan, but thankfully, the final result was good. My poor performance didn't affect Lord Vulcan's plans, and we ultimately reached an agreement, which relieved me greatly.

"So many things happened inside, I'll tell you about them another time..." Paimon couldn't help but sigh as he thought about yesterday's events, his desire to share burning brightly.

Kinich nodded: "Well, in short, I know we're one step closer to Lord Vulcan's plan, which is probably the best outcome. I'm very grateful for your efforts."

But we cannot let our guard down yet; the real challenge is just beginning. Miss Pal and I have just reached an agreement: we will summon the messengers of the Hanging Tree People. With Miss Pal's help, I believe the Hanging Tree People's messengers will play a crucial role beyond anything they have ever played.

"Okay, I won't keep you any longer. Let's talk later," Paimon said very sensibly.

Seeing that Ginich and Par were about to leave, Ajo objected: "Hey, little Ginich, you're leaving now? Have you asked the great Holy Dragon Kuhul Ajo for his opinion?"

However, Kinich and Parr ignored it completely and left.

Seeing this, A Qiao was dumbfounded and started shouting, "Hey! Why did you leave?"

Ginich didn't turn around, but Pal spoke up instead: "Ida will be here in three minutes."

"Huh? Wait, don't leave me behind! I want to go too!" A-Qiao quickly caught up with the two of them, flying faster than they did.

Ying and Paimon exchanged a glance and both smiled helplessly. It seemed that Ada had really taught Ajo a lesson this time, and look how scared the child was.

The name of Ida can stop Ajo from crying at night.

On the other side, Cecilia was glaring angrily at her beloved grandson: "Oloren!"

“Grandma…” O’Loren sat up straight, his face showing just the right amount of innocence and confusion.

Seeing her grandson like this, even Celestia felt a bit annoyed but had nowhere to vent her anger. She snorted, plopped down on a stool next to her, closed her eyes, and conveyed the message, "I'm very angry, come and apologize."

O'Loren knew his grandmother very well, but he pretended not to know: "Grandma, what's wrong? You seem to have something to say."

Upon hearing this, Citrali immediately glared at Hao Dasun with eyes blazing with fury: "Nonsense! You know what you've done, and I have plenty to teach you a lesson! Wait, let me organize my thoughts and figure out where to begin..."

"I'm sorry." Orloren immediately admitted defeat and apologized first.

Sitale sneered, "Ha, now you know how to apologize? How many times has this happened? Last time, and the time before that! Hmm? Didn't you always run away as fast as you could?"

"..." Orlan lowered his head and began to recall whether he had really run that many times.

Actually, yes, there was. When Orloren was with Saphir, he saw Sitraly several times. Every time he saw her, he would run away. Sitraly didn't care to settle scores with him at the time and just pretended not to see him. Today, she plans to settle both old and new scores.

Seeing that his grandmother seemed ready to explode at any moment, Orlan swallowed hard.

"What you did is something that ordinary people would never do. Su Jin told me honestly. How dare you! You were actually bewitched to such an extent?"

"Someone just pops up out of nowhere and shares some research findings with you, and you believe them, and then such a big thing happens in the ruins..." She got angrier and angrier as she spoke.

Although she initially blamed Saffir, feeling that if Saffir hadn't taken the boy along, this whole mess wouldn't have happened.

But then she realized that the ruins weren't found by the Fools at all; it was Orloren who led them there. Saffir felt something was wrong, but she knew that if she didn't completely dispel Orloren's idea, even if she stopped him this time, he would still go next time.

Fortunately, Saffir was with them, and nothing went wrong in the end, thus saving Euron's life.

Sita Lari was so angry she was almost speechless. She hadn't slept well last night, and this morning she dragged the boy out of bed early to scold him: "At this point, apologizing to me is useless. Apologize to the loom that almost died instead."

Also, remember to thank Teacher Su Jin properly; you owe her a life.

“Okay.” O’Loren said to himself solemnly, bowing his head. “I’m sorry.” Then he added, “I’ll go find Grandma Su Jin later and thank her.”

Seth Lari closed her eyes in anger, completely speechless.

O'Loren knew that things had come to this point, so he might as well take the scolding: "Grandma, I have nothing left to say. It's all my fault. Go ahead and scold me."

"You'd better take this seriously. What I'm about to tell you is very serious." Sitella crossed her arms, her face devoid of its usual naivety and nonchalance, replaced entirely by seriousness.

Orlan nodded repeatedly: "I know, I'm serious, and I've reflected on my actions. But even if these choices were wrong and risky, I don't regret them. I really feel I should have done something."

Making these choices wasn't because I felt I was special, but because I wanted to maximize the impact of my efforts.

And indeed, there were many problems... So you're right, an apology won't help. I don't know what else to say.

And you even had Ifa deliver the gems to me… A simple thank you can't express my gratitude, but thank you anyway, Grandma.”

The gems were delivered last night and are used to stabilize the soul; they are quite useful to Orloren.

Cetalli was still angry. Hearing these words, she thought of the exhaustion that Saphir had shown her last night when he told her about it, as well as the fear and worry that she could hardly suppress.

"That child always wanted to prove himself. Actually, I could tell that he was not a child who lacked love. He grew up in a rare and pure land, a flower bud that was carefully nurtured after being damaged."

Sitella, you are a good elder and have taught him very well, but in some ways you have indeed neglected his feelings. For example, have you been too caring towards him, causing him to feel insecure?

Comfort breeds decadence, hardship fosters growth. You should understand that weakness is a sin. Perhaps in your eyes, he is not yet capable of standing on his own, but I believe he is ready, or rather, he has been ready for a long time.

The bird has spread its wings. What you need to do becomes very simple: encourage it with your gaze, don't discourage it. You should let go and let it fly.

Saffir's words echoed in Cecilia's ears. Looking at her grandson, who had unknowingly grown taller than her, Cecilia suddenly felt less angry.

She stared intently at Orloren's face, as if looking through him at another person, or another group of people.

It's so true, that clumsy yet persistent determination.

"Heh, I won't say more. Judging from the outcome of this matter, he does have some ability. After all, he is my grandson, Cetalli's grandson." Cetalli turned her head away, looking arrogant.

O'Loren paused for a few seconds before saying, "Grandma... is that really what you think, or did Ying, Paimon, or Grandma Su Jin tell you to say that?"

“Huh?! Of course, that’s what I really think!” Sitlarie felt offended.

Even O'Loren's usually expressionless face showed astonishment: "Grandma actually praised me at a time like this... In the past, you would have said you were going to beat me up."

Cetalli almost laughed in anger. Sure enough, this was inevitable: "I'm about to say this: I've already told Teacher Su Jin that I'm going to break your legs!"

She stood up from her seat, and her aura instantly reached its peak.

Orlan was shocked: "Is there any room for negotiation? I need them to walk."

"You still want to negotiate? After I break your leg, I'll drag you to Teacher Su Jin and have her treat you!" With that, Celestella was about to make her move.

O'Loren quickly backed away, trying to avoid it: "Grandma, distracting Grandma Su Jin at this time will only increase the pressure on the medical department. Why don't we wait a bit?"

"Oh? Then what do you suggest we do?" Sitella stopped, as expected.

Orlan's mind raced: "Can I just consider this a way to atone for my sins? I'll try my best to do my job well from now on."

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. If the situation weren't so urgent, I wouldn't have let you off so easily. But don't let your guard down, I'll be watching you! Always watching you!" Cetalli spread two fingers, pointing to her eyes. "You'd better not let me find anything wrong with you!"