Chapter 376: The shock of the Fatui Harbingers, the incredulity of the young girl!

It was the few Harbingers who arrived here afterward who were the ones truly affected.

Upon seeing such a shocking scene of destruction, they let out hissing sounds of terror.

They had only arrived after the commotion had died down.

They knew the battle had already ended.

Looking at the mountain range that was now gone, Tartaglia’s face twitched.

“My god, what an astonishing battle this must have been.”

“In just this short time, a dangerous region of Snezhnaya has simply ceased to exist? It has become history!”

“I used to venture deep into this place to hunt powerful magical beasts.”

And now?

It’s completely barren; nothing is left!

The mountains are gone, the trees are gone.

As for the magical beasts inside, there is no need to even mention them.

And this place was so vast, yet it has turned into this.

It’s too terrifying.

This is a power far beyond his reach!

Should one say, is this the power of a terrifying Archon?

Tartaglia felt his own weakness once again.

Even though he loved to fight and was a battle maniac, he knew very well that, let alone so many mountains, it would be impossible for him to shatter even one!

He was far behind!

The other Harbingers also wore serious expressions.

Such as Sandrone, Arlecchino, Pulcinella, and Pantalone.

Even Capitano remained silent, not saying a word.

It was clearly visible.

Two Harbingers were missing here.

One was La Signora, who had disappeared long ago.

The other was Scaramouche, who had recently run off with the Gnosis.

The young girl looked as if she had just woken from a dream, but her expression also turned uncharacteristically serious and surprised.

“The snow here has all melted, and one can still feel that scorching heat even now; it lingers and refuses to fade.”

“A giant sun appeared here just a moment ago.”

“Even from far away, it was quite obvious.”

“Involving the authority of fire and heat, could it be that the War God from the Nation of Fire came here?”

“But that’s impossible; the current Pyro Archon, being of the second generation, is not as strong as the first.”

“Back then, after the first Pyro Archon died, the destruction was so great that it formed the Sea of Ashes. There was no wind, no seawater, only the embers of war.”

“And now, giant craters and pitch-black scorch marks have appeared here, which bear similarities to the Pyro Archon’s abilities.”

“What astonishing and powerful strength!”

Dottore, meanwhile, was swaying his test tube.

“Even among gods, there are gaps.”

“For instance, to us, that so-called Lesser Lord Kusanali is only at that level.”

“There is a huge gap between her and the top three of us.”

“And the Pyro Archon does not possess the strength to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Tsaritsa, nor does she have the ability to summon a sun.”

Pierro said nothing, maintaining a very steady and aged appearance.

He looked piously toward the Tsaritsa.

“Your Majesty, are you alright?”

“What exactly is this?”

To this, looking at her subordinates, the Tsaritsa spoke indifferently.

“It is nothing, just an encounter with an unexpected person.”

“It is fine now.”

“Remember, do not provoke Mondstadt; continue everything according to our original plan.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Mondstadt?

Why Mondstadt?

Shouldn’t they be guessing it was one of the other Seven Archons, or perhaps Natlan?

How did Mondstadt come up?

In other words, the one who created these shocking traces of destruction was actually a powerhouse from Mondstadt?

But their Anemo Archon’s strength had long since weakened to an absurd degree.

He had no strength to stand before Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

And that Barbatos only had the power of wind.

But what was displayed here was the sun and fire, the terrifying flames and heat that scorched the earth.

It was a connection that had absolutely nothing to do with him.

But if it wasn’t the Anemo Archon.

Who else could it be?

That Wind Knight?

Wasn’t he at about the same level as the top three?

Compared to the Tsaritsa, he was still far off.

They were not even on the same level.

Strange!

It couldn’t be that Ye Ruo’s strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching a point where even the Tsaritsa was wary of him?

How could that be possible?

That was a fantastical thought.

Could it be.

That Mondstadt had another terrifying Archon who specialized in fire?

That place was truly haunted!

Wouldn’t that make it three Archons!

Could Mondstadt be that strong?

It was a complete reversal of their previous impression.

After returning to Mondstadt, Rosalyne’s experiments could proceed smoothly.

She was quite moved by this.

She engaged in "poker" with Ye Ruo several more times.

This was love with her whole heart and soul.

As a woman deeply in love, this was her eternal devotion.

The moment she first saw Ye Ruo, she had been stunned.

At that time, she had wanted nothing more than to hug Ye Ruo and cry out her grievances.

That was hundreds of years of pain and despair.

She wanted to pour out all the bitterness and suffering to her lover.

However, she reacted quickly, knowing she couldn't stay there for long.

So afterward, she would wait for Ye Ruo to arrive, then embrace him without any hesitation.

Feeling his warmth.

As for the Gnosis?

To hell with collecting the Gnosis.

Nothing was more important than her own husband!

Even now, Rosalyne was snuggled against Ye Ruo, murmuring "husband" over and over.

She was like heaven and earth compared to the previous La Signora.

She was completely different.

But to Ye Ruo, this was the original Rosalyne.

He gently stroked Rosalyne’s hair.

Letting her fall into a peaceful sleep.

During this time, as the first major film produced by Ye Ruo.

The war between Inazuma and Khaenri'ah had become a hit across the three nations.

It also caused a sensation among people in other nations.

Because currently, Inazuma, Mondstadt, and Liyue were the main screening points, the effect was most astonishing there.

Other nations were also greatly shocked after watching it.

What was this thing, so clear and vivid.

It could actually present the great war of the Land of the Narukami from five hundred years ago so completely and brilliantly before everyone’s eyes?

It was incredible.

Wasn’t this much stronger than Fontaine’s Kamera?

No one had expected it.

When the images were this clear, and could be strung together into a one- or two-hour film, the actual viewing experience would be this good.

It was so shocking!

It left people stunned from beginning to end.

That thrill and impact seemed to wash over one’s entire being, numbing the brain, as if their worldview had been refreshed!

Compared to photographs.

The film was a complete dimensional strike!