"Don't you all come any closer!"
Dvalin's roar shook all of Stormterror's Lair.
The six-winged giant dragon was now cowering undignified at the highest point of the ruins, its claws desperately shielding its back, and its tail bristling like a startled cat.
And the culprits behind all this—
"Ugh—!"
Lumine knelt by the stone wall, dry heaving, Paimon, whose eyes had turned into spirals, resting on her head.
The little one still had a soul-shaped "Paimon-chan" floating from her mouth, clearly not having recovered from the extreme speed flight.
"M-my legs..."
Amber's bunny ear bow was flopping limply, and she was draped over Jean, the Acting Grand Master.
The two knight ladies' legs trembled like dandelions in the wind, relying entirely on their swords plunged into the ground for support.
Lisa's trembling hand almost crushed the potion bottle: "This is... *hic*... more thrilling than the Hexenzirkel's flying broomsticks..."
She chugged a third bottle of sedative, her witch hat askew over her ear.
Venti, while patting Lumine's back, looked helplessly at the instigators: "Your contraption... *hic*... isn't it a bit too fast?"
Even Venti couldn't help but burp from the alcohol.
"And how are you all completely fine?"
In the open space of the ruins, the quartet was retrieving their "masterpiece."
A "flying RV" combining Hilichurl aesthetics with otherworldly black technology was smoking.
The words "Dvalin Special Line" were written on the side of the vehicle, along with a cartoon drawing of the Anemo Dragon being chased by a purple hand.
Jesse, Zane, and Matt all looked at Elliot.
Elliot felt a chill down his spine: "I admit it's my fault! But it's not a big problem, is it?"
"You call this 'not a big problem'?!"
The three roared in unison.
"Twenty seconds from Mondstadt to the Liyue border and back again, finally performing a crash stunt in Stormterror's Lair!"
Zane's glasses glinted wildly: "Maximum speed broke the sound barrier! The G-force was enough to flatten Slimes!"
Matt counted on his fingers: "We passed three Hilichurl camps, two Ruin Guards, and almost crashed into Starsnatch Cliff..."
"If Venti hadn't removed the wind barrier in time!"
Jesse held up a sign that read [Elliot is Forbidden from Driving] in blood-tear accusation.
"We'd be embedded in a tornado right now as decoration!"
From Dvalin's perspective:
He was originally writing a "Defense Plan" in the ruins when he suddenly heard a "rumble."
He looked up to see a metal monster, spewing fire, streaking across the sky, trailing a long black smoke, charging straight at him as if to crash into a dragon... The most terrifying thing was—on the surface of that metal monster, there were the smiling faces of the quartet who had given him the "Thousand Years of Death"!
"How is it you guys again!"
The Dragon of the East Wind immediately performed a vertical takeoff, almost breaking his dragon wings.
Then that thing "whoosh" braked sharply, hovering 0.01 centimeters from his nose, then "bang" fell apart, crashing straight to the ground, and from inside rolled out... a group of foaming humans and four lively devils.
No, at this height, how did they survive?
"Where do you think you're going!"
While Dvalin was still in a daze, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the ground.
Seven-meter-tall Matt shot into the sky like a cannonball, rapidly enlarging in the dragon's eyes—
"Bang!"
This jump accurately hit the dragon's back, almost knocking Dvalin's eyeballs out.
Matt's thick arm performed a standard chokehold, tightly gripping the dragon's neck.
"Roar?!"
Dvalin was completely stunned, his dragon wings flapped wildly, twisting into a bizarre S-shape in the air.
Amber, watching below, opened her mouth wide: "This! Is this the jumping power a Hilichurl should have?!"
On the ground battlefield, Zane took the RPG handed to him by Jesse.
The barrel clearly had a "Dvalin Exclusive" label on it, with a heart drawn on it.
Zane pushed up his reflective glasses, calmly calculating the trajectory: "Wind from the southwest, deflection angle 15 degrees..."
"Roar ahhh!"
Dvalin suddenly let out a heart-wrenching shriek.
Matt, from who knows where, pulled out a giant cupping device, on which was engraved "Dragon Exclusive" in ornate script.
With a "thwack," it accurately latched onto the dragon scales where the poisonous blood had accumulated, and the black poisonous blood was "sizzling" as it was sucked out.
"Wings stiff, beginning to fall."
Zane reported calmly.
"Optimal attack window in 3 seconds."
"Understood."
Jesse held up a sign that read [Thousand Years of Death Special Attack Ammo Loaded].
On the distant cliff, Aether's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"Is that... a Hilichurl?"
The Abyss Mage beside him wiped cold sweat: "Your Highness, according to intelligence, those four are people from beyond this world, it's just..."
Before he finished speaking, a projectile trailing a purple tail flame streaked across the sky, accurately hitting Dvalin's—(500 words omitted here)
Aether unconsciously clenched his legs, his face turning green: "Plan terminated."
"But Your Highness, this will..."
"I said, terminate."
Aether's voice held an almost imperceptible tremble.
"With those four... things... around, the success rate of the plan is already negative."
As he turned, he took one last look in his sister's direction.
Lumine was kneeling on the ground, dry heaving, Paimon's eyes spinning like a windmill on her head.
Aether silently noted in his heart: Must install butt armor for all Abyss Order members.
Dvalin lay sprawled on the ground, dragon tears streaming down his face.
"Barbatos..."
He raised a trembling dragon claw, clutching Venti's cape tightly.
"This time, I beg you, don't do anything proper! Call those four living fathers away! Otherwise, I'll—"
"Oww—!!!"
A mournful dragon roar echoed through Stormterror's Lair.
Venti looked up to see Lumine squatting at the location of Dvalin's poisonous blood, trying hard to heal him with purification power, but the efficiency was touching.
Seeing this, Jesse silently pulled out a syringe thicker than a person and handed it to Lumine: "Use this."
Lumine: "...?"
Dvalin: "???!!!"
Without a word, Matt directly performed a dragon-exclusive grappling technique, pinning Dvalin down firmly, his dragon wings twisted into a butterfly knot shape.
"No! Don't! Stop! You're abusing dragon rights!"
Dvalin struggled wildly, but in the face of Matt's absolute strength, his resistance was meaningless.
Lumine took a deep breath, raised the giant syringe, and aimed at the poisonous blood location—
"Pfft!"
"Roar ahhh—!!!"
Dvalin's screams made the entire ruins tremble, and the Hilichurls in the distance were so scared they collectively covered their heads and squatted down.
Meanwhile, on the other side—
Elliot was holding a syringe taller than a person, excitedly rushing towards Dvalin: "Come on, come on! One more shot of special medicine!"
Jean, the Acting Grand Master, and Amber desperately held him back: "No! Absolutely not!"
"Why?!"
Elliot was puzzled.
"This is my specially made 'Dragon's Happy Shot'!"
Amber yelled in despair: "You call this thing 'happy'?!"
Jean, the Acting Grand Master, was sweating profusely: "This needle is thicker than a knight's spear! Are you giving him medicine or are you trying to open a Dragonspine tunnel through him?!"
Lisa silently pulled out a bottle of super-concentrated painkiller given by Zane, walked up to Dvalin, and gently patted his dragon face: "Good boy, open wide."
Dvalin looked at her with teary eyes, trembling as he opened his mouth.
Lisa smiled faintly and poured the entire bottle of potion in directly.
"Gulp... *hic*."
Dvalin's eyes gradually became dull, his dragon pupils turned into spirals, and his tongue lolled out.
"Very good, now he can't feel the pain."
Lisa nodded in satisfaction.
"Lumine, continue."
Lumine: "..."
Venti: "..."
Paimon: "...Are we being too much?"
Five minutes later—
The poisonous blood on Dvalin's body was completely removed, but he was already foaming at the mouth, his dragon wings spread out weakly, his entire being as if his soul had been drained.
Lumine wiped her sweat: "Finally... it's over."
Jesse put away the syringe with satisfaction and said, "Next time we can try enema therapy."
Venti: "...There won't be a next time."
Dvalin weakly raised his claw: "...Barbatos, I hate you."
—From then on, Dvalin acquired a new catchphrase:
"I'd rather be corrupted by the Abyss than be treated by those four living fathers."
The Abyss Mage beside him wiped cold sweat: "Your Highness, according to intelligence, those four are people from beyond this world, it's just..."