"Oh? Someone connected to Surtalogi the Wicked Knight? How rare. What do you want with me?"
Rerir looked at Skirk, his brows furrowing slightly. Although he was one of the Five Sinners, the relationship between the Five Sinners could hardly be called good.
This woman who had walked out of an Abyss passage was very strong. Her hands and legs were actually condensed from Abyssal matter. The Wicked Knight's method of teaching people was truly extreme.
"Moon Hunter Rerir. I heard my master mention things related to you, so I came to take a look."
"Compared to my master, you're a little weak," Skirk said after sizing him up.
His power was incomplete. Only its fully developed form could be considered its peak.
"Then have your master come," Rerir said noncommittally. His power was indeed not even a tenth of what it once was.
"My master was killed long ago," Skirk said calmly, neither happy nor sad.
"What?"
Even Rerir, whose mind was not fully clear, fell into extreme shock at that moment.
That fellow Surtalogi was tremendously powerful. How could he possibly have been killed? But Skirk would never joke about something like this.
It truly made one sigh. That guy had actually died. Compared to him, at least Rerir could still be considered to be clinging to life.
"So that's why you came to find me?" Rerir did not care about Surtalogi's death.
"You're on the same level as my master, so you're very suitable as an opponent."
Skirk drew her sword. Ice filled with the aura of the Abyss flowed with a coldness that froze, eroded, and devoured all things.
After fighting for so many years, it was impossible for her to simply put it down. The Moon Hunter just happened to be perfect as a whetstone.
Rerir's face darkened. One after another, they all thought he was that easy to bully now?
Since she wanted to fight, he would accompany her to the end.
The disciple of the Wicked Knight, Skirk, versus the Moon Hunter Rerir. The battle was on the verge of breaking out. Their tyrannical auras erupted, and the aftermath produced by their collision could be felt by everyone in Nod-Krai.
"What a powerful aura. Who is that Moon Hunter fighting?"
At the Knights' encampment, Varka raised his head, his eyes revealing astonishment.
Or rather, who could fight the powerful Moon Hunter to this extent?
"You all stay here. I'm going to watch the fun."
Varka left with Wolf's Gravestone over his shoulder, leaving behind the elite knights who looked at one another in confusion.
Forget it. He was probably really just going to watch the fun, so there was no need to worry.
"Skirk and the Moon Hunter?"
Lumine's side had also noticed it. The battlefield of the two had shifted from the ground into the sky. Every clash shook space itself. It could only be described as terrifying beyond belief.
"I called her over," Koji said.
Since he knew the Moon Hunter was here, Koji had notified Skirk. It was just something convenient to do.
As the Wicked Knight's disciple, she would definitely be very interested in the Five Sinners. He had not expected them to start fighting so quickly, but it seemed the Moon Hunter was a pretty good opponent.
"You called Skirk here?" Lumine had not expected Koji to have this move prepared too. This really was a perfect match for her field of expertise. After all, Skirk would definitely want to challenge a strong opponent.
"Come to think of it, if you called Dainsleif over, he'd be even more willing."
Aether's mouth twitched. Lumine was right. Dainsleif had an extraordinary obsession with the Five Sinners. If he were called, he would definitely come over without the slightest hesitation.
When that happened, things would become even more interesting.
No, wait. Dainsleif was searching everywhere for the Five Sinners. Maybe he was already here in Nod-Krai, only he had not shown himself and was silently watching this battle.
And in fact, that was exactly the case. Dainsleif was silently watching this battle, with no intention of interfering for the time being.
Rerir, whose strength had not fully recovered, was already having a very difficult time just fighting Skirk.
"…Rerir. How wretched," Dainsleif sighed.
…
The great battle did not last long. Rerir's condition was far from his peak. Facing Skirk in her prime, if the fight dragged on, it would be unfavorable for him.
So, in short: he ran.
Although the Moon Hunter was not in a clear-headed state right now, he still knew how to run away.
Skirk had a look of lingering dissatisfaction on her face. The pressure brought by the Moon Hunter had not been small, but this guy was far too cautious. He directly opened an Abyss passage and fled.
Rerir's current condition really was not very good. Let him wander outside for now.
"It's you, Senior Dainsleif," Skirk said with a nod.
She was actually rather annoyed by Dainsleif. After all, when they first met, he had chased after her and kept asking about Surtalogi's whereabouts.
The key point was that she did not know where her master was either. After all, Surtalogi's location had always been unpredictable.
Skirk's mouth twitched. As expected, it was like this. Their relationship really had been quite good.
"My master is already dead," Skirk answered.
She told Dainsleif about this to save herself from him asking her again the next time they met. She would get impatient too.
"Dead?"
Dainsleif's eyes widened as he spoke in disbelief.
That was the Wicked Knight. If he wanted to leave, no one could have stopped him.
"That's right. Koji killed him. If you want revenge, go find him," Skirk replied.
She knew Koji would not care about something like this.
Although Surtalogi had not said much about it, she could sense that Dainsleif had probably once been her master's best friend.
Even if they had parted ways because of certain matters, wanting revenge would still be reasonable.
"Koji…"
Dainsleif murmured to himself, then shook his head.
"I understand. Surtalogi provoked far too many enemies."
Dainsleif felt somewhat melancholy. Although he and the Five Sinners were irreconcilable enemies, his relationship with Surtalogi had indeed been good once. They could be called good friends.
Power…
For the sake of even greater power, Surtalogi could do all kinds of extreme things. But power would also bring backlash.
Dainsleif left. He was in no mood to chase after Rerir now.
As a former friend, he would go and set up a memorial for the Wicked Knight.
Skirk shrugged. What a pity. She did not know what kind of good friends Dainsleif and her master had been in the past.
If she had the chance in the future, she definitely had to ask.
"Hm?"
Skirk suddenly noticed Varka carrying Wolf's Gravestone and looked at him with interest.
This human's strength was considered among the very top in Teyvat. However, if he wanted to go one step further, it would be extremely, extremely difficult unless he found some kind of opportunity.
Varka smiled. This woman did not seem as dangerous as the Moon Hunter. Her mind was very clear, and she was not an enemy. Otherwise, she would already have attacked by now.
The Moon Hunter's condition had already been poor to begin with, and now he had added new injuries on top of it. Skirk had been trained by the Wicked Knight, so her strength could be imagined. In Teyvat, she could be considered top-tier.
(End of Chapter)
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