Chapter 133

"The broken Four Winds Temple!"

"Four Winds Temple?"

Before she could react, the Fatui subordinate explained: "That's right, the Anemo Archon and those people have already started fighting with the Abyss Order. Now is the best time for us to snatch the Gnosis!"

La Signora's expression paused, inexplicably revealing a trace of disappointment.

She thought there was news about that person; she didn't expect it to be about the Gnosis.

But never mind, finish the mission first, then search for that person's whereabouts with full force.

Having made up her mind, La Signora said coldly: "Then let's set off, get the item first."

Not long after.

Looking at the temple of the Four Winds Guardians before her, La Signora, who had brought many Fatui subordinates, contemptuously swept away the boulders blocking the front.

Just as she wanted to have the Fatui surround the area and ensure no news leaked out, the sky suddenly changed color.

Anemo elements raged above the temple, and dark clouds covered it; inside, one could vaguely see a giant dragon and figures flying about.

"Have they already started fighting?"

La Signora was calm; it looked like the battle was entering a white-hot state.

Too busy to notify her subordinates what to do, she walked into the temple alone, intending to insert herself directly into the battlefield.

Obtaining the divine authority bestowed by the Tsaritsa made her this brave; she was bold because of her high skill.

Lumine and Fischl's group didn't know they had already been targeted; the two were fighting Dvalin, who was controlled by the Abyss Order, with Venti's assistance.

Having suffered three types of virulent poison, the dragon's poisonous blood, the whispers of the Abyss, plus the sorrow of being forgotten, even Dvalin couldn't hold on, and with a trace of madness, he kept manipulating Anemo elements to bombard Lumine.

Some of it was blocked by Venti, but looking at him, he seemed a bit strained.

"Fischl, remove the restraints and curses on Dvalin's neck!"

While plucking the Lyre of the Heavens, Venti acted as a tactical commander.

Having suffered the erosion of Heavenly Principles and having just woken up from a long sleep not long ago, he didn't have much power either; wanting to easily take down Dvalin was obviously wishful thinking.

"Good! Leave it to the Prinzessin! Oz, you attack from that side!"

Fischl unfurled her Wings of Wind, and together with Oz, they attacked from two directions, sharing the pressure for Lumine, who was the main force, while constantly attacking the control device given by the Abyss Order on Dvalin's neck.

They wanted to use the giant dragon for themselves, turning it into a purely cold combat weapon.

So they used Abyssal technology to modify it, adjusting a restraint device capable of controlling the giant dragon.

Thunder light mixed with strong winds, constantly sweeping across the sky; it looked like a stalemate, but the process seemed to be turning for the better.

Because the Abyss Mage was killed by the group who had premeditated it at the beginning, Dvalin, lacking command, could only fight alone.

It was also fortunate that their goal was clear and the sneak attack was successful, otherwise it would have been much more difficult.

But even so, it still required a lot of energy, and they had to be careful not to cause too much injury to Dvalin.

Reality is not a game; it's not just about considering breaking the control device, and if you get hurt, there's medicine to top it off.

Thus, when La Signora joined the battlefield, this was the scene she saw.

Under the tacit cooperation of Lumine and Fischl, the device controlling Dvalin already had signs of shattering, and the pitch-black radiance flowing on it was gradually dimming.

At this critical moment, Venti didn't dare to be the slightest bit lax; seeing that success was imminent, he absolutely couldn't fall short of success.

However, sometimes it wasn't that he could stay steady just because he wanted to; he also had to consider special circumstances.

For example, now.

With his attention entirely on Dvalin, he didn't notice the sneak attack coming from behind at all.

By the time he noticed the biting wind sound of something wrong ringing in his ears, he only managed to see a woman wearing a crown mask with a cold face piercing through his back with one hand, thanks to the corner of his eye as he turned his head for an instant.

Looking at the boy who was stunned because of the sneak attack, La Signora was full of disgust for him.

"You're really getting off easy this time!"

As someone born in Mondstadt, she was full of hostility toward the Anemo Archon who failed to protect Mondstadt, causing the territory to be filled with death and injury back then.

Taking advantage of the fact that the people fighting in the sky hadn't discovered her yet, La Signora, who forcibly took the Gnosis from Venti's body, didn't even look at Paimon, who was stunned on the side, and retreated immediately after completing her goal.

Suddenly being hit with this, Venti was also dumbfounded.

Taking advantage of someone not paying attention, sneak-attacking him, a 3,000-year-old comrade, is this okay?

This is not okay; he originally wanted to advise this Fatui to behave herself.

But after seeing La Signora's face clearly, Venti was stunned for a moment.

"It's you?!"

La Signora didn't pay any attention to Barbatos at all, and the moment she got the Gnosis, she drifted away.

Leaving behind the dumbfounded Paimon and the dejectedly fallen Venti.