How To Save Yourself From Being Targeted By The Anemo Archon In Genshin Impact? - Chapter 19

Fat swayed as he moved his obese body. Arnold peeked at the scene inside the tower with a cruel and malicious gaze. Ever since Jiang Yubai had severed his lineage two months ago, he had nursed a deep grudge, waiting for the perfect moment for revenge.

Unexpectedly, the God of Storms had developed feelings for Jiang Yubai and locked him in the tower. With the Gale Army guarding him, Arnold could not get close, let alone enter to seek his revenge. Now, the sudden rebellion of the commoners had resulted in the death of the guards, which played right into his hands.

Sneaking his way through the ruins, Arnold picked up a discarded bow and arrow. He stared with a lethal intensity at the youth pinned in the Demon God’s grasp.

These stupid commoners thought they could overthrow a God. It was a foolish idea. And this beautiful man thought he could do as he pleased. It was his blessing that the King liked him, yet he dared to mix with this suicidal mob.

Now that he had enraged the Demon God, Arnold thought that if he killed the man now, the King might even reward him. He was certain of it. He could receive praise and then desecrate Jiang Yubai’s corpse.

A glint of madness flashed in Arnold’s tiny eyes as he raised the bow and aimed at Jiang Yubai.

“Die!”

The arrow shot toward Jiang Yubai, who was pinned by the neck and unable to move.

Host!

In the blink of an eye, Freier threw the Wind Spirit aside. He lunged in front of Jiang Yubai and was struck square in the chest by the high speed arrow. The force of the impact sent him flying backward, straight off the edge of the high tower.

The Wind Spirit, having just stabilized itself in mid air, froze. It stared blankly at the spray of fresh blood and the arrow protruding from Freier’s body. It was only when the boy vanished over the ledge that the spirit snapped back to reality.

“Guji!” A tragic, piercing shriek erupted from the spirit. Jiang Yubai’s pupils constricted. Seeing the boy fall and the spirit dive after him, he stopped trying to pry the Demon God’s hand from his throat. He reached into his clothes, gripped his gun, and chambered a round, aiming it directly at the cursing Arnold.

Bang!

The bullet struck the center of Arnold’s forehead.

The mountain like body crashed to the ground. A look of confusion lingered on Arnold’s face, as if he did not understand how he had lost consciousness in a single second. His eyes remained wide as he lay motionless.

Seeing Arnold dead, Jiang Yubai’s strength left him. The gun, now out of bullets, fell from his palm. As the feeling of suffocation intensified, darkness began to swarm his vision.

System, prepare to open the portal.

The System knew the situation was dire. What kind of Demon God is this? He likes the Host but wants to kill him. What level of psycho is this!

Understood, Host! The progress bar is rising! Just hold on a little longer!

Jiang Yubai let out a strained, muffled groan. His vision flickered black, which was a sign of oxygen deprivation and impending unconsciousness. The God of Storms was truly determined to kill him.

Decarabian tightened his grip further. “What I cannot have, no one else shall.”

Damn it. I have met a lunatic.

Have you? I am the one person no one gets to have.

Jiang Yubai cursed in his mind, his eyes beginning to roll back. The hands that had been struggling against the God’s grip went limp.

Host! Almost there! Don’t die! The System screamed, watching the progress bar reach 80%. It began a verbal assault in Jiang Yubai’s mind, desperate to pull his consciousness back. If the Host died, it would die too.

Jiang Yubai’s consciousness cleared slightly, and his hanging fingers twitched.

At that moment, an unexpected surge of Geo energy erupted from the youth. The distance was so close that Decarabian had no time to react to the crisis. Golden light, carrying a massive, heavy pressure, tore through Decarabian’s body. The God of Storms stiffened, slowly looking down at his chest.

It was a golden spear formed from concentrated Geo energy.

“This power.”

It was the power of a Demon God, and it was far more dominant than his own.

The hand around Jiang Yubai’s neck let go.

Jiang Yubai slumped powerlessly to the floor. His dagger had long since fallen nearby. He gasped for air violently, staring blankly at the God of Storms, whose body had been pierced through.

What happened?

When Ragnvindr stepped into the palace with the Resistance, this was the scene they found. Amos lay in a pool of blood. Near the wall, Arnold lay dead with his eyes wide, a pool of blood forming behind his head. Jiang Yubai was on the floor while the God of Storms was impaled by a glowing golden spear.

Ragnvindr’s gaze swept the room, but Freier was nowhere to be found.

Decarabian died, dissipating before Jiang Yubai’s eyes. At the moment of the Demon God’s death, the wind wall that had surrounded the tower for a thousand years vanished. The dusty sky was pierced by warm light, and for the first time, cold snow fell into the world within the wall.

Andrius, the Wolf King, watched from afar before turning to leave. How ironic that a Demon God was killed by his own people.

Far away in Liyue, Morax, who was in the middle of a campaign against the God of Dreams, paused. He looked toward Mondstadt.

The power had been triggered.

Ragnvindr and the people behind him turned their gazes toward the sky outside. Below the tower, the battered people looked up and shouted with joy: “We are free!”

The boy’s eyes were vacant as the wind carried him gently to the ground. Seeing the dawn light in the sky, his lips curled into a smile. Below, a teal magic circle maintained by the Wind Spirit created a wind current, allowing Freier to land softly. His shattered lyre lay beside him. The fires of war began to subside beneath the falling snow.

However, the boy had already stopped breathing, leaving only that faint smile.

“Guji.”

The Wind Spirit nudged the boy’s cheek in disbelief but received no response. At that moment, the faith of the newly freed humans began to surge toward the Wind Spirit and pour into it.

The old throne collapsed and a new deity was born.

In the moment the people of Mondstadt gained their freedom, the Wind Spirit attained godhood through their massive faith. Teal wind currents swirled, and the Wind Spirit finally took human form. The new god, borrowing Freier’s appearance, opened emerald eyes amidst the joyous embrace of the Thousand Winds.

The cheers of the Mondstadters stopped abruptly as they looked up at the Wind God with his holy wings. Countless white feathers drifted down, gently covering the blood on the ground. A warm breeze swept the land, and the snow began to melt.

Is this a newly born Demon God?

The people stared at the face of the deity, which held an expression of pity and sorrow. They felt no fear, none of the crushing oppression they had felt under the God of Storms. Instead, this God felt approachable.

Their shock faded into curiosity. Lawrence stood in the crowd, staring at the holy deity with his heart pounding.

Suddenly, a terrifying surge of energy came from the tower. The new God, remembering something, flew back instantly. The remains of the dead Demon God were scattering, and violent gales erupted where Decarabian had vanished. Ragnvindr tried to reach the fallen Jiang Yubai but was pushed back by the sudden explosion of air.

“Retreat!” Ragnvindr shouted to the people. Once they were clear, he shielded his eyes, trying to see the youth’s figure.

Wait, where did he go?

He thought he was mistaken and tried to move forward, but a gentle wind caught him, pulling him away from the danger.

“Leave it to me,” a strange voice said.

Ragnvindr stopped struggling and looked at the falling white feathers. He allowed the gentle power to carry him away.

White wings carried the Demon God to the center of the tower. His emerald eyes and braids glowed with teal light. Guided by the wind, a massive magic circle appeared above the tower, forcefully gathering and sealing the Demon God’s remains forever.

The new God’s bare feet touched the ground, his clear eyes searching for that familiar figure.

He found nothing.

The Thousand Winds told him that under the impact of the Demon God’s remains, Jiang Yubai had vanished.

The new deity fell silent. He scanned the mess on the floor. A current of wind picked up a blood stained black gun and two daggers, placing them carefully into his palm. His head was bowed, and his expression was hidden. He simply wiped the weapons over and over again. A single tear fell onto a dagger. He paused, then wiped away the tear mixed with blood, whispering almost inaudibly: “Jiang Yubai.”

The wings behind him drooped, mirroring his heart. He looked like an abandoned puppy.

When the noise died down, Ragnvindr returned to find a youth in white clothes with a pair of wings stroking the daggers. The deity looked up, and his green eyes met Ragnvindr’s. The red haired swordsman froze.

“Freier?” he asked uncertainly. The youth’s clothes, wings, hair, and eye color were different, but the face was identical.

“No. I am the Demon God of Wind, Barbatos.”

The voice was gentle. Barbatos smiled, but Ragnvindr could see the deep sorrow on his face. On the day the Wind Spirit became a God, he lost two of the most important people in his life.

In the days that followed, Barbatos used his divine power to blow away the snow, split the mountains, and bring crops and fruit trees from elsewhere. He threw a mountain peak into the center of a lake, moved the people of Mondstadt there, and built a new city state. Lawrence followed the Wind God’s footsteps, dedicating all his faith to Barbatos and assisting in the construction.

Unexpectedly, this Demon God was incredibly easygoing. He took the name Venti and spent his days wandering the streets and alleys of Mondstadt, playing unknown tunes on his lyre and ignoring the reverent stares of the people. He tasted wine brought from unknown places, taught the people how to brew, and laughed off suggestions from Ragnvindr and Hilde to take up formal rule.

The people of Mondstadt learned to brew fine wine and process grain from the Wind God. With his blessing, they flew freely in the blue sky. Venti thought of everything. To ensure they were never bored, he established many festivals and songs.

Once everything was stable, the people suddenly found that the Wind God had vanished.

Wearing his green clothes, the Wind God returned to the place of beginnings to visit the boy, Freier, who lay in eternal sleep beneath the earth. Venti, now much more mature, stood in the fields with his lyre, looking as if he could see through the layers of soil to that determined, freedom loving boy.

“Modern Mondstadt is exactly as you hoped it would be.”

Venti sighed and sat before the grave. He took off his hat, and his fingers gently brushed the Cecilia flower on the brim. It was the one he had given Jiang Yubai. He had found it in a corner that day and used his divine power to stop its time forever.

His green eyes looked at the sky, watching birds fly through the blue. He murmured to himself: “Freier, where do you think Jiang Yubai is?”

He did not believe the man was dead. Although Ragnvindr told him that Jiang Yubai was at the center of the Demon God’s death explosion and likely perished, Venti did not believe it. He had searched countless souls and seen Freier’s, but he had never found Jiang Yubai’s.

He must be alive.

Venti knew he was lying to himself, and he laughed self mockingly. You always said that since I could not speak and had no human form, I did not have the right to object. Now I have a form, but where are you?

Liar. Big liar.

Putting his hat back on, he lifted a bottle and took a long swig of wine. One bottle, two, three, until he was surrounded by empty bottles, yet there was no hint of drunkenness in Venti’s eyes.

“Truly a liar!” Venti muttered again. You said I would see the person I wanted to see if I got drunk, but I cannot even get drunk.

How can the wind get drunk?

His clear eyes finally became hazy. Venti mimicked the movements of a drunk human and stumbled to his feet. He sent a message to his familiar, Dvalin, then walked unsteadily toward a plain far from Mondstadt. He collapsed into the grass in a daze. A massive magic circle appeared on the ground, and Venti’s figure vanished.

Just let me sleep for a little while.