Dainsreb

"I'm sorry, but I can't say." Jedidiah sighed and struggled.

Father, help!

"The environment on the snow-capped mountains is dangerous. If you follow the footprints now, you probably won't be able to find them." The traveler glanced outside. Under the soft firelight, the footprints left by Phoenix when he left were no longer visible.

"Speaking of which, if Albedo found out from the beginning, why didn't he say anything?" Paimon asked curiously.

Abedo pondered for a moment, seeming to have thought of something incomprehensible, "If it is really that person, even if we follow him, we will probably be just a burden."

"What riddle are you talking about?" Paimon said dissatisfied.

Abedo looked very serious and said, "I think this matter should still be discussed with you, about the fact that Mr. Amberlet may be the dead first-generation Vulcan Phoenix."

"Huh?!"

Not only Paimon and Traveler and Jedidiah also opened their eyes wide, the former out of surprise and the latter out of guilt.

"But, I haven't heard that Vulcan is missing." Pamon raised his hand and asked.

Abedo nodded and said, "That's true. Although the image of the God of Fire in my memory is not clear, it will never look like a boy. That's why I said [possibly]."

Jedidiya said, "Ah What does the God of Fire in Bedo's memory look like? We can compare it."

Abedo organized his words and said: "He is a tall red-haired god. I don't know whether he is male or female, although he is mostly male. When visiting, there are always women coming. "

That's indeed the case." The traveler thought, "Could there be two Vulcans?"

"Two?" Abedo frowned. It is also possible that five hundred years ago, the first-generation Vulcan died, and then the second-generation Vulcan ascended the throne. No one in Nata raised any questions. If the first-generation Vulcan hadn't died, then there was only one possibility: twin demon gods. "

That makes sense." Jedidiya nodded.

"No matter what, let's find Arvid first. Elemental vision might be helpful." Paimon shook his head and waved his hand.

The traveler's eyes lit up, "By the way, elemental vision."

Here, the traveler and others followed the elemental vision and walked on the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain. On the other side, Phoenix was having a "friendly" exchange with an old acquaintance.

"Dainsreb, Sword of the Last Light, it's been a long time since we last met." Phoenix stood on the rock with his arms folded, his tone brisk, and he greeted him as if he were an old friend.

But in stark contrast, the rock under his feet showed a charred black color after being burned. When the cold wind blew, black ash filled the field of vision, revealing the cracked paleness underneath.

"Dragon? No, although it smells like dragon on the surface, but..." Dainsreb stopped talking. He just looked calmly at the West Wind sword, which was only a finger away from his neck, and the man holding the sword. Red-haired boy.

The other party's eyes were still as fiery as those seen five hundred years ago, but the pair of indifferent, dragon-like vertical pupils under the magma seemed to be silently telling something.

"Are you going to kill me?" Dine looked at Phoenix calmly, not caring at all about the murder weapon on his neck.

He didn't think Phoenix would take action. When he first arrived in Nata, he said countless treasonous words in front of the red-haired god when he was young and vigorous.

Those who sleep peacefully on the roof of a temple as a bed are not necessarily disrespectful to the gods, but may also be the gods themselves.

He also remembered the huge and majestic dragon. The behemoth that covered the sky and the sun. Under the surprised gaze of Dainsreb, Shi Shiran gently closed it with sharp claws that could tear all enemies to pieces. The red-haired god who was younger by an unknown amount glanced at Dainsreib with sharp and indifferent vertical pupils warily. Then, he lowered his head indifferently and gave a low and dissatisfied cry to the indifferent god. Roar.

The god's long hair was blown up, and he squinted his beautiful red eyes, facing the dragon's roar, and smiled wantonly and wildly.

He looked at Dainsreb, waved his hand casually, pardoning him for his offense to the gods, and then opened his arms and fell from the top of the temple.

The god's body turned into fire, and the bird with beautiful red feathers waved its wings, setting off a storm, carrying the flames and turning into a stream of light, chasing the dragon's call and leaving.

You can vaguely hear the cheers of the people in the city, because that is their king, their god, and their guardian.

It was a situation that had never happened in the godless country of Camria, and it was also a grand scene that Dainsreb had never imagined.

That day, the sunset in the sky was so red and so red. It's a pity that fate will not stop wielding the butcher's knife for the good times.

Phoenix looked at Deinsreib carefully. He looked very tired, and the aura of the curse on him was a little bad.

"If you can't kill me, I won't do useless work." Hearing Dainsreb's question, he sneered lazily, "Why don't you just stay in the shadows and want to come out to bask in the sun?"

That's what he said, He was the first to put away his sword, turned around and walked into the cave behind him. There was a strong heartbeat deep in front of him, echoing the steady footsteps.

Dainsreb hesitated for a moment, then followed, but he never put down the sword in his hand.

They are, now, enemies!

Du Lin's heart kept beating, like a flawless ruby, rushing with endless vitality.

Dainsreb watched Phoenix stop in front of the heart. His long red hair was soft and fluffy. He stood here as if he were in a temple.

"Dulin, good boy..."

Phoenix said. The language he spoke was not the common language of the Teyvat continent, but the language of the age of dragons that was older than that.

The slowly flashing light suddenly sped up.

For no reason, Deinsreb felt the emotion in his heart, feeling aggrieved like a child in confinement.

Phoenix listened intently and nodded slightly from time to time. Then, he laughed softly and praised: "Yes, you protected your brother. His name is Jedidiah now."

Dulin's heart beat faster and flickered. It glows with regular red light, as if it is telling something. A little aggrieved, but mostly happy, because of Phoenix, because of friends, and because of brothers.

[Think, see, brother...] The innocent dragon expressed his innermost thoughts in an obscure way. The Demon Dragon Dulin, after all, is still a child who was born not long ago.

Phoenix smiled and comforted, "Of course, just take a nap, and you can see your brothers when you wake up."

[Okay...]

As the beating of his heart gradually stabilized, Deinsreib finally couldn't help it anymore and spoke. "Phoenix, what do you want to do?"

"What? Isn't it obvious? I'm purifying the poisonous blood." Phoenix smiled and looked at Deinsreib. For a moment, his eyes changed. It became pitch black, like a bottomless abyss, but it returned to its original state in a blink of an eye.

"Yours is just a seal. The abyss power that the dragon's body can hold is limited." Dain's deep voice was filled with confusion. He couldn't understand why Phoenix would do such a thankless thing.

"So what?" Phoenix raised his lips, lazily arched his eyebrows, and a flash of red at the end of his eyes brought out the fierce smoke, as if he would be burned up in the next moment.

Dyne's throat felt a little tight, and his voice changed a little, "Are you crazy?"

Phoenix responded without hesitation: "You are crazy."

"Or, how many times have you wanted to die so much?" Phoenix looked at Dainsreb with evil intentions, and the sword hit the ground hard, making a gap in the frozen soil.

Dainsreb shook his head, but there was less hatred and more confusion in his eyes.

The gods he has always hated seem to be a little different from what he thought in the past. I don't know if it is only the God of Fire and the God of Wind, or if it is the same for other gods.

These so-called gods destroyed Kanria under the instructions of the maintainer of heavenly principles. He will never forget this hatred.

After strengthening his mind, Dain Sreib's movements and expression returned to alienation. Seeing this, Phoenix looked at him approvingly, "It seems he's not too stupid."

"You..."

Dain's words had just left his mouth. He was interrupted by something thrown by Phoenix. He subconsciously caught it and saw that it was a palm-sized crimson hard feather.

Will the dragon's body also grow bird feathers?

Dainsreb raised his head in confusion, "What does this mean?"

Phoenix tilted his head, his smile looking a bit cold and cruel under the red light behind him, "It's just a spark, compared to a little bit. It’s faster to burn away the dregs of the soul.”

“…Thank you.” Dainsreib slowly clenched the feather in his hand. With this, the people of Kanria can get true happiness. He slept forever, using his soul as fuel to burn himself to death and get rid of the endless reincarnation.

Is this mercy or punishment?

But it was a help after all, and Daine would not provoke him out of spite at this time. Moreover, although the person in front of him seemed to have lost the heart of God, he also gained the power in the hands of the Lord, and they really started to fight. , he has no chance of winning.

"Tsk, let's go quickly. They're coming soon, so I won't send you off." Phoenix spoke slowly. Seeing that Dine was still hesitant, he continued, "If you don't leave, you don't have to leave."

At this time, Dine Sreib disappeared in an instant. Just kidding, he wasn't staying to drink tea. I'm afraid he was leaving his head to use as a tea cup.

He was still wavering before, but now, looking at the fire in his hand, he had no doubt that this seemingly weakened first-generation Vulcan could easily burn his body and soul to nothing.

It’s too much beyond the norm. Aren’t the maintainers of heavenly principles afraid of raising tigers? Or, she was so confident that those in Nata could tie down a demon god who was born for fighting.