Chapter 11: Elden Meteor

"Ah!" The doctor, lying flat on Ember's knee, cried out in pain.

It wasn't his fault. The Black Blade, being a dagger, was not only one size larger than normal but also had many crazy splits on its blade.

With one slash, it didn't matter what waist it was, everything would be shattered. Unfortunately, the doctor had no waist.

After the slash, Ember could no longer maintain control over the doctor. The doctor also noticed this and quickly broke free from Ember's restraint, leaping away.

"Hiss..." The doctor covered the wound on his waist, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.

The doctor remained vigilant, staring at Ember in the distance wearing the Black Blade armor, not daring to relax in the slightest.

As one of the Doctor's Clones, he had almost absolute control over his own body. But no matter how he controlled the muscle contractions around the wound, blood continued to seep out uncontrollably.

This was a method he had never seen before!

Ember looked at the doctor still standing in the distance, somewhat incredulous. Back in Dawn Winery, he had been attacked by four Black Blades in turn, stabbed more than ten times at least.

That experience was still one of his shadows, and precisely because of this, Ember had followed the Black Blades for a long time to learn how to protect his waist from harm.

Now, when he made his first move, the opponent unexpectedly had no waist! Ember was caught off guard.

"No, I have to try again!" The expression under Ember's mask turned fierce, and his figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing Ember disappear again, the doctor, ignoring the wound on his body, conjured up large clusters of black flames around him—he was using the Delusion.

However, this method had limited effectiveness in obstructing Ember. He appeared behind the doctor again, lifting him up in a horrifying gaze—Ember imagined the doctor wearing a mask himself.

"Ah—!" Then the crowd heard a scream from within the black flames.

"Shh!" The sound of light footsteps on gravel came, and Diluc turned to see that Ember had somehow appeared by his side.

Seeing the Black Blade stained with red in his hand, Diluc instinctively took a step back, covering his own waist.

"Are you serious about that step back?" Ember couldn't help but snicker inwardly.

But he didn't say it out loud because he didn't want others to know that he was currently in a female disguise.

"Sorry, your method... well, it's a bit peculiar," Diluc said awkwardly, seeing Ember staring at him.

The black flames didn't last long without the doctor's life force. Soon, as the black flames dissipated, everyone saw the doctor's appearance and couldn't help but gasp in horror.

At this moment, the doctor was half lying on the ground, blood gushing from the wound on his waist, staining a large area of the ground red.

"Heh... Hehe, it's really interesting. It's been a long time since someone has made me look so miserable. You are the first after I became an executor." The doctor struggled to lift his head, showing a smile to Ember. He stared at the woman in front of him, as if wanting to remember her firmly.

Unfortunately, he was looking at Ember, not the Black Blade. After this incident, maybe? Possibly? Most likely the Black Blades wouldn't appear again.

"We've wasted quite a bit of time. You take half, I'll take half, let's finish this quickly!" Diluc saw the remaining Fatui soldiers regrouping and couldn't help but snort.

The Fatui soldiers' loyalty was the only thing worthy of praise.

Ember heard Diluc's words and felt they made sense. But he stopped Diluc's advance.

Ember could see that a considerable part of Diluc's strength came from the Delusion around his waist. Although Diluc used it very carefully, it still consumed his life force.

In Diluc's puzzled gaze, Ember squatted down, drawing a circle with his hands before extending his arms straight out.

A dazzling golden light shot out from between his arms—a meteor made of gold.

It was said to be the oldest prayer of the Golden Tree.

One of the "Legendary Prayers." It could form countless golden meteors to attack the surroundings.

Beside the massive meteor column were countless small meteors, swirling around like a shrunken galaxy.

Diluc had long been dumbfounded. The golden light had replaced the sun long ago, and all he could see was a sea of gold covering the entire beach.

But Ember was clear-headed. When he got this prayer, he couldn't wait to have a battle with Blackblade Marikas. As a result, he almost got his head beaten in by the Blackblade.

This led him to suspect whether the Elden Meteor was a joke sent by the Supreme Will.

Endless small meteors automatically found their targets, whistling towards the Fatui soldiers.

The soldiers, seeing the meteor shower, showed a hint of despair in their eyes. It seemed they were going to meet their end here today.

"Hmph!" A meteor struck a fat head, causing him to emit a painful groan.

"?!" However, the fat man quickly realized that although the blow was indeed painful, like a blunt hammer hitting his head, it seemed to be much less powerful than he expected.

But soon his face turned green again, because although a blunt hammer was okay, have you ever seen a sky full of blunt hammers?

Soon the beach was in chaos. The Fatui soldiers scrambled on the sand, dodging the meteors falling from the sky.

One by one, they were hit several times in a row, and reluctantly collapsed to the ground.

Before long, the beach was littered with Fatui soldiers knocked unconscious. Faintly, one could see that many of them had swollen bumps on their heads.

Now only the doctor remained struggling to support himself. He was about to say something to Diluc and Ember in the distance when he saw the meteor column turning towards him.

Then he forgot about his dignity and began to hide, shielding himself from the Elden Meteor.

Finding someone able to dodge him, the Elden Meteor seemed to get angry. It accelerated suddenly, bringing numerous small meteors towards the doctor.

"I'll remember you!!!" The doctor let out an unwilling roar, then was submerged by the meteors.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The sound of meteors shattering continued on the beach, creating a lively scene!

As the golden light dissipated, only the doctor's unconscious figure remained, still bleeding from his waist. But the doctor's blood was really abundant. Even after flowing for so long, it still hadn't dried up.

Ember watched as the doctor's life force remained strong and thought that he seemed to be a leader of the Fatui. So he made a neck-slitting gesture towards Diluc.

"No, this is just one of his 'clones.' Even if we kill the real doctor, it won't have any impact. It will only escalate the conflict, which is not worth it," Diluc shook his head. Although he wanted nothing more than to annihilate the Fatui , he knew that such things had to be taken slowly and couldn't be rushed.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Diluc, the owner of Dawn Winery. If you need anything in the future, feel free to find me. Also, the gifts from the angels in Mondstadt are also my business. Feel free to come and have a drink when you're free," Diluc took off his mask and threw a token to Ember. Ember caught it, and the token was engraved with the Nightingale pattern, looking like a good item.

Ember also reached out a hand, shook hands with Diluc, and said nothing. He wanted to maintain his aloof persona.

Diluc nodded and didn't say anything either. From the experience just now, this woman was powerful and strange, and her lack of communication with others was within his expectations.

"Wow, what an exciting battle, it really opened my eyes." Just as Ember and Diluc were about to leave, Kaeya walked out from somewhere.

He clapped his hands and pretended to be surprised as he said to Ember, "I didn't expect Mr. Ember to have such special hobbies. Would you like me to recommend you some of the Mondstadt ladies' favorite dresses?"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Then Diluc and Kaeya saw that Ember hadn't even taken off the Black Blade armor and had already replaced it. Soon, Ember's knight armor was back on him.

But this time, Ember had a wet sickle in his hand, and he was currently applying rosin to it.

"Hasn't anyone told you that you talk too much? Captain Kaeya."

Ember said with the rosin-applying sickle in his hand.

(End of this chapter)