Genshin Impact: Traveling to Navilette, Fu Fu, here I come

Chapter 833: Fall of the Vulcan God

Water and fire clashed fiercely in mid-air, light flashed, heat waves and cold air intertwined, forming a strange scene.

Under the impact of the fire column, the water curtain kept undulating, like a piece of flowing blue silk; and the fire column kept twisting and deforming under the obstruction of the water curtain, emitting bursts of roars.

The battle intensified, and Villette decided to end it quickly. He took a deep breath, unleashing the full force of his energy. Behind him, a massive, multicolored dragon emerged, roaring to the heavens, its voice shaking the very earth.

The dragon's roar spread in the air, forming powerful sound waves that made the surrounding buildings buzz.

The body of the five-colored dragon emits five kinds of light: red, blue, green, purple and black. The lights are intertwined together to form a gorgeous and colorful picture.

Navilete swung his right hand, and a four-colored dragon roared and charged towards Mavica. Mavica felt unprecedented pressure, but there was no trace of retreat in her eyes.

She gathered all her strength into her hands, and a massive flaming sword materialized from thin air. The sword burned with a raging fire, igniting the air around it and forming a dazzling halo. The halo's light illuminated the entire battlefield, revealing everything around it.

Mavica grasped the flaming sword in both hands and charged towards the water dragon. With a roar, she swung the sword with all her might. A stream of blazing flaming energy slashed at the four-colored dragon, tearing space apart wherever it passed.

The sword energy carried a powerful force, like a sharp blade, slashing towards the four-colored dragon. The five-colored dragon and the flaming sword energy collided with each other, erupting with a thunderous sound that shook the earth.

Powerful energy waves spread outward, instantly razing the surrounding buildings to the ground. Huge cracks appeared on the ground. The cracks spread across the ground like spider webs, as if the earth had been torn open.

The light gradually dissipated, like bright stars disappearing one by one into the night, and the smoke also seemed to be gently touched by the hand of time, slowly dissipating.

The battlefield, ravaged by fierce fighting, lay in ruins. Broken walls and ruins lay scattered about, the charred earth exuding a pungent aroma. The lingering scent of gunpowder filled the air, whispering the brutality of the recent, heart-wrenching battle.

Mavica knelt on one knee, her body trembling slightly. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for air, each breath accompanied by a painful cough, as if her lungs were about to burst. Her body had endured immense trauma, and now she was extremely weak.

Villette's expression was as calm as water, her long robe fluttering gently in the breeze, and she exuded an otherworldly and independent temperament.

To him, this fierce battle seemed like just another uneventful, everyday experience. He stood there quietly, his deep eyes fixed on Mavica, his gaze unwavering, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of this battle.

Mavica's flaming sword had shattered, the blade breaking into several pieces and scattered on the scorched earth beside her.

Those fragments still retained some residual heat, flickering a faint red light in the dim light, like a candle that was about to go out, struggling to release the last light, which was the last trace of stubbornness of the former glory.

Her body was covered with cracks, like a long-dried riverbed, and the crisscrossing lines were shocking.

Sparks seeped out from these cracks from time to time, like the flame of a candle in the wind, flickering and symbolizing that the power of her life was fading away bit by bit and was about to run out.

It was obvious that the devastating blow just now was far beyond the limit of what her body could withstand, and her vitality was ruthlessly exhausted in this brutal battle.

Mavica slowly raised her head, looking across the devastated ruins at Villette. Her eyes held no resentment; after enduring life and death, she felt only a sense of relief.

"You win..." Her voice was hoarse and weak, as if it came from the depths of distant time and space, carrying endless fatigue and vicissitudes.

"I hope you can keep your promise and completely resolve the crisis in Nata."

After saying this, she seemed to have used up the last bit of her strength. Her body gradually became illusory and turned into countless flame fragments, like a group of dancing fire butterflies, drifting away leisurely in the breeze.

These fragments of flame flickered with brilliant and poignant light, drawing graceful yet sad arcs in the air, and eventually gradually disappeared, leaving only a faint warm breath that lingered in the air, proving her once vibrant existence.

Where Mavica disappeared, a crimson crown slowly appeared.

Firelight flowed on the crown, and the jumping flames were like lively elves, running and playing among every texture of the crown, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. It was obvious at first glance that it was no ordinary thing.

Villette naturally knew the origin of this crown - the throne of the God of Fire, which contained the power of the God of Fire.

Villette looked solemn, walked forward slowly with steady steps, stretched out his hand and took it in his.

In an instant, a terrifying heat surged over him, as if he was holding a burning star. The scorching power spread rapidly along his arms like a surging tide, trying to ignite his body. At the same time, Villette vaguely sensed a very obscure and dangerous power, and couldn't help but feel fearful.

Naviot held the crimson throne in his hand, clearly feeling the complex and interwoven power within it.

Various forces intertwine and collide with each other in the throne, like a surging undercurrent, surging endlessly in the invisible depths, and may burst out with astonishing energy at any time.

At this time, the flames surrounding the throne became more and more violent, like a completely enraged beast, roaring angrily and making its last desperate struggle.

The power that Villette feared became more active, like an awakened demon, carrying a gloomy aura, trying to break free from his control and regain control.

This power seemed to come from an endless dark abyss, making people shudder, and every wave exuded the breath of death and destruction.

Villette snorted coldly, his gaze as resolute as a torch, like a beacon that never extinguished in the night sky. He mobilized the power of water, the power of the abyss, and the power of fire within his body.

The three powerful forces in his body were like three galloping dragons, echoing each other and converging into an indestructible torrent of power.

This torrent crushed towards the strange power within the throne with the force of a tidal wave.