Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Chapter 1258 Everything will pass, everything will end!

Deep within the fog, Ningguang and Shenhe stood back to back, cautiously observing their surroundings.

Although the fog obscured their vision, they could clearly hear the roar of the Extreme Riders, knowing that they had fallen into panic.

"Could this fog... be Shao Yunliu's helper?" Ningguang asked in a low voice. She could sense that although the fog was cold, it did not cause them any harm. On the contrary, it seemed to be protecting them.

Shen He shook his head, his eyes still wary: "It's uncertain, but we absolutely cannot let our guard down now."

They didn't know where the strange fog came from, nor what would happen next, but they knew that this might be their only chance to wait for Shao Yun to return.

Just as the Extreme Riders were growing impatient and roaring due to the unknown fog, and Ningguang and Shenhe were holding their breath and waiting in the fog, a series of soft hoofbeats suddenly came from the depths of the fog.

click, click, click...

Immediately afterwards, a black silhouette slowly emerged from the white mist.

It was a horse, a horse unlike any other horse in the world.

The horse's forequarters were deep black, while its hindquarters were a deathly gray.

It is tall and has strong muscles.

Between its four hooves, a grayish-white mist, composed of countless tiny fragments of souls, was constantly rising.

The fog twisted and swirled in the air, emanating a suffocating, chilling aura.

This is the "death" of the Tianqi horse that was responsible for guarding the ranch in the dark.

When the complete outline of "death" pierced through the mist and stood before the Evil Knight, this Evil Knight, who had roamed the starry seas and destroyed countless small worlds five hundred years ago, actually felt fear.

A chilling aura of "death" swept over me; it wasn't the feeling of killing, but rather the inevitability of ending, like the laws of nature.

Just as the sun inevitably sets after sunrise, and the tide inevitably recedes after high tide, the very existence of "death" proclaims that "everything will eventually come to an end."

This aura transcends the suppression of power; it stems from the instinctive reverence for "the end" inherent in matter.

However, the extreme fear of the rider lasted only a moment, followed by an uncontrollable excitement and exhilaration!

The Evil Rider stared intently at the "death" of the Apocalypse Horse, slowly sheathed his heavy sword, and strode forward uncontrollably, laughing maniacally:

"Hehe, this horse is quite nice... It's absolutely perfect! How could it end up in such a remote and impoverished place?"

In his eyes, the mist of souls between the four hooves of "death" was no longer a symbol of fear, but the most unique decoration; the sound of the bone bells was no longer heart-wrenching, but the most beautiful melody.

Every detail of this horse exudes an aura of "finality," perfectly embodying his ultimate fantasy as a knight.

As the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle...

The desire for conquest in the heart of the extreme evil rider burned like wildfire.

He had conquered countless worlds and seen countless strange and exotic creatures, but never had a horse aroused such a strong possessive desire in him as "Death".

He imagined himself riding on the back of "death".

The Apocalypse Horse treads on the mist of souls, tolling the death knell of doomsday. He holds a heavy sword, with the corpses of his enemies behind him and a conquered world beneath his feet.

The image was so clear and so captivating that he couldn't help but quicken his pace, showing no reverence for "death" itself.

"What's your name?" The Extreme Evil Rider stopped just a few steps away from "death," his tone filled with his unique arrogance.

"Follow me, and I will lead you to conquer more worlds and make everyone fear us!"

Extreme Evil Rider's mind was filled with fantasies of conquering the world on the Apocalypse Horse, and his intense possessiveness almost overwhelmed his reason.

He walked step by step toward the Apocalypse Horse "Death," his arrogant demeanor suggesting that this divine steed symbolizing "death" was already his for the taking.

His eyes were brimming with burning desire.

"Although I'm not sure if you have an owner, I feel that a horse as perfect as you is only worthy of me... I should become your owner!"

He had long since forgotten his brief fear of the "death" and was now preoccupied with the idea of ​​possessing the horse.

In his view, he had conquered countless worlds and destroyed countless planets. His strength and status were enough to control any being. It was only natural that the Apocalypse Horse was attracted to him by "death".

However, the Apocalypse Horse "Death" simply stood still, its dark eyes showing no ripples, neither making any move to resist nor showing any sign of welcome.

Like an emotionless statue, it coldly stared at the clumsy yet arrogant expression on the face of the extremely evil rider.

The extremely evil rider, seeing "death" without resistance, instead felt that it was his own "charm" that had conquered the opponent.

He thought to himself, "Just as I thought! Even the most powerful being will be humbled by my strength. This horse is lucky to have met me."

This self-delusion emboldened him, and he raised his right hand, slowly reaching toward the forehead of the "dead" Apocalypse Horse.

He imagined touching the other's forehead, just as he would tame an ordinary horse, to declare his "ownership."

As his fingertips drew closer to "Death's" fur, Extreme Evil Rider even began to imagine the scene of "Death" obediently bowing its head next.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch "death's" forehead, an accident occurred without warning!

There was no flash of light, no burst of energy, not even a whisper of wind.

The right hand that the extremely evil rider extended suddenly turned into grayish-white specks of light, starting from his fingertips, like yellow sand blown away by the wind, and silently dissipated into the air.

The whole process was so fast that it was impossible to react. There was no pain or abnormal phenomenon, giving the impression that the hand had never existed.

The Extreme Evil Rider remained in the outstretched position, stunned for a full two seconds, before slowly lowering his head to look at his empty right hand.

The hand that should have been there had disappeared, leaving only a smooth cross-section of the arm. No energy flowed out of the cross-section; only a thin layer of grayish-white mist slowly swirled around it.

After a brief moment of shock, the Extreme Evil Rider's eyes showed no fear, but instead blazed with an even more intense light.

He stared at the layer of grayish-white mist as if admiring a rare treasure, and exclaimed in admiration.

"So many years... so many years since anyone could hurt me! This feeling... is just wonderful!"

For him, pain and injury were not a threat, but a catalyst that fueled his desire to conquer.

The "death" blow from Tianqi Horse did not make him back down; instead, it made him even more excited.

The horse's power far exceeded his expectations, making his possessiveness even more frenzied.

He raised his head and looked at the Apocalypse Horse "Death" again, saying with a tone of regret and fervor, "Well, it seems your silence just now wasn't a welcome to me."

"But it doesn't matter... The more powerful a being is, the more fun it is to conquer. I want to see just how many surprises you can bring me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow around the Extreme Evil Knight suddenly churned violently, and dark purple energy surged wildly from the gaps in his armor.

He gripped the heavy sword in his left hand, its tip pointing directly at the Apocalypse Horse "Death," his eyes brimming with desire and fighting spirit, even more intense than before.

He then roared and slashed fiercely at the Apocalypse Horse "Death".

This sword strike concentrated fifty percent of his power, enough to cleave a world, a planet, in two.

But just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the "death's" jet-black hair, it seemed to have hit an invisible barrier and stopped abruptly.

The greatsword trembled violently, emitting a piercing hum, and the dark purple energy instantly dissipated.

The Evil Knight exerted all his strength, trying to push the sword forward another inch. The energy seeping from the gaps in his armor became unstable, but the invisible resistance remained unmoved, firmly blocking his attack.

"How is this possible!" The Evil Rider swung his sword several more times, each time aiming at a different part of "death," but the result was the same.

When the blade is inches away from the "death" body, it will inevitably encounter absolute resistance, and no matter how much force it uses, it cannot move forward even an inch.

The Apocalypse Horse "Death" remained standing quietly in place, its dark eyes showing no emotion. In its eyes, the attack from the Extreme Evil Rider was nothing but a futile farce.

It neither retaliated nor dodged, but simply stared at the Evil Rider with a cold and indifferent gaze, as if looking at a clown.

Extreme Evil Rider finally realized that the gap between himself and "death" was far greater than he had imagined.

The opponent doesn't even need to take the initiative; its mere existence forms an absolute defense, rendering any attack insignificant.

Just then, the surrounding fog suddenly became even thicker, and the Extreme Rider's vision was compressed to only a few centimeters in front of him.

It gives me the feeling of being wrapped in a shroud...

The Apocalypse Horse "Death" snorted softly, the sound like the final harbinger of the world's shattering.

Immediately afterwards, obscure and difficult-to-understand hymns entered the ears of the extremely vicious rider without warning.

Those words didn't seem to be heard through his ears; rather, they were imprinted directly into his mind, carrying an ancient and sacred aura.

“I am the embodiment of death, the forerunner of the end. When my iron hooves tread the earth, plague, war and famine will pave the way for me.”

"The crown falls to the ground and turns to dust, love, hate and passion ultimately become nothingness."

"Everything will pass, everything will end!"

These were only the parts that the Extreme Evil Rider could barely understand; most of the words were spoken in an ancient language, obscure and difficult to comprehend, yet they sent shivers down his spine.

He didn't know how much of the eulogy was missing, nor what "death" was meant to express, but he understood one thing clearly.

My own recklessness has displeased it...