"Hello? Hello! Is anyone on the other end of the line?" — Demian, who seemed to be in a hurry, said.

"Demian!"

Günter, keenly aware of the unusualness of this sudden call, judged that the mad scientist usually called to ask him to read the situation report or return the experiments, which Günter considered useless. For this call, it could be something important, not just to read the report.

"The SS are coming, they are on Himmler's orders to storm my laboratory! You..."

Demian suddenly fell silent, as if something had interrupted him.

Günter looked confused, but he still kept the line waiting for Demian, it was a rare precedent for the old man to suddenly leave in the middle of a conversation, there must be something behind it.

"..." — he heard nothing but an incomprehensible silence.

Although he couldn't hear clearly, from afar, he could hear the two men arguing, seemingly arguing about something. They struggled, knocking several bottles of medicine to the floor, the two people's voices became clearer.

"How dare you! What authority do you have here!"

"Old man! I came here under Himmler's orders! You dare to oppose me!"

Although it was not clear, Günter could still hear the scuffle and arguing. The SS must have really set their eyes on this project.

"Grr! How can I let you guys touch my masterpiece!"

"You!—"

He pushed the old man down, which made Demian dizzy, and besides, he was old, making it even more difficult for him to stand up. The officer stomped over, grabbed the old doctor by the collar, and pressed the gun to his forehead.

"Enough! Fucker! I'm just following Himmler's orders to search your office."

The officer let go of Demian and continued:

"If you continue to resist, it's tantamount to seeking your own death."

The officer then pushed him again, the old doctor was helpless, there was no other way but to give in to that arrogant guy, he was old, he couldn't do it again to the young man.

He walked around the laboratory, wandering to the file cabinet, Jürgen pulled each drawer, meticulously checking each set of papers, he looked like he was looking for something.

He rummaged through the last drawer, he was sweating, inside were the Der Letze Hoff documents! He couldn't let that guy see it!

"Hey! Don't open it!" - he quickly ran to Jürgen.

«Clank» - he didn't hesitate to cock the gun, his expression solemn.

"One more step, I'll shoot."

The old man gritted his teeth, frowned and patiently retreated, his hands raised as if he accepted defeat, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Then the guy pulled the drawer open, carefully checking each set of documents. The old man was sitting on a pile of fire, when suddenly Jürgen took out the June 1st report.

"Through the Führer, complete the schedule for sending the First Division to the designated area?"

He pointed the gun at Demian fiercely, "What is this!? You fucker! You submitted it to the Führer without going through our SS office!"

The old man stammered, before he could react, he shouted but another man came in to escort Demian:

"Soldiers! Arrest this bastard!"

The soldiers rushed in, tying Demian up on the spot.

"What is this! You..."

"I knew it! The fucking disappearance of that division must have started here."

At the moment of irreconcilable tension, Himmler pushed open the door and entered the laboratory, witnessing this incomprehensible scene. Although he did not understand what had happened, he ordered the two soldiers to release Demian.

"Release him! What happened that you arrested Demian?"

"This guy is resisting the authorities!"

Himmler shook his head slightly, looking bored, even he could hardly stand this man.

"... Let him go."

"Hugh..." — he growled in annoyance.

"Come on, Demian. We need you to start this machine, can you do it?"

Just a glance at the cunning eyes of the SS leader made Demian startled, he knew very well that behind that calm and benevolent appearance, there was either a cold-blooded murderer or a lunatic. He had no choice but to nod to let it go.

"Y... Yes, Mr. Himmler, I know."

He smiled indifferently, perhaps because he had achieved what he wanted, Himmler, still with that cunning face, kindly asked Demian:

"So, will we be difficult for you, Doctor? If it's not too much trouble..."

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Just that gesture alone made the old doctor panic, he raised both hands to signal Himmler to stop, quickly calming down:

"No! No! Sir Himmler, you and everyone else don't need to worry about anything..."

Although it was not really necessary to panic like that, he always felt uneasy whenever the Nazi boss showed friendliness. That kind of honeyed friendliness that could kill flies would not be accepted, no one would want to see that kind of deceitful kindness from him, because, who knows how many of his opponents, or 'strange illnesses', or 'disappeared' because of that gentleness. Demian would rather die than accept that favor, every time he thought about it he got goosebumps, hating it to the bone.

He was fed up, Demian himself was tired of this game, but he couldn't fight against these arrogant SS men, he could only bow his head and submit to them.

"Ah... Um... Sir Himmler, you and everyone can step onto the teleportation platform, I'll take care of the rest." — Demian said softly.

He, still the same, still had that fake smile, politely addressing the old doctor.

"You've worked hard, doctor."

"It's all for the Third Reich." — the old man forced himself to reply.

The Third Division was much larger in size than the heavily damaged First Division from many previous battles. Unlike the combat divisions, the guard and punitive divisions often stayed behind, operating mainly to protect and manage the pacified areas, also following up with appropriate 'punishment' for those who dared to stand against them.

How ironic that the rear division was well supplied and well armed, while Günter's unit could only be described as a 'mixed bag'. Not a few of the First Division's combat vehicles were Field Adjustment*

Ten thousand men, including half a thousand tanks and vehicles, rumbled towards the movement position, the path they took was like the earth shaking, their vehicles rolling past leaving a sharp warning trail of the flickering danger to the enemy, all moving forward.

Everything was ready, Dr. Demian was still looking at the variables on the computer to make sure their destination was the most accurate coordinate, after all, a small part of him was dedicated to his job, but the other part of him didn't want the SS to disturb his work any longer. Make them happy, and they won't bother him anymore, he thought to himself.

"Everything is ready. You will be taken to the new world, are you ready?"

They shouted in unison:

"Ready!"

He slowly pulled down the lever, a beam of dazzling light filled the space, covering the anomaly, the miracle of technology was recreated before the eyes of hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers.

A deafening sound pierced their eardrums, the eyes of those standing inside gradually blurred, then lost their sight. They left it to the fate of that hopeless light to take them.

When their eyes opened again, they found themselves lying on a green lawn, with blue clouds and warm sunlight in front of them, and a lake as clear as finely carved gems beside it.

"Ah... Mhm..." — Jürgen staggered to his feet, his head pounding.

Before his eyes was a group of people in gray, they looked very blurry, he had not yet regained his previously lost vision. But the glimpse seemed very familiar, as if he had seen these people before.

"They're here already?" — a familiar voice said.

It didn't take long for him to realize that it was the voice of Lieutenant General Günter, commander of the 1st Armored Division.

So the presence of the 1st Division in the other world was true. Jürgen stood up, dusting off the dirt on his shoulders, everyone seemed to be gradually recovering from the shock.

On the Starfall Lake, the meeting place of the First and Third Divisions, was packed with people on the hillside. They met, built a campfire, and sat together. It seemed that the division of troops gradually faded away because the comradeship was deeper than those high fences and wide walls.

"Günter!"

The voice of a girl running from afar, Jürgen was surprised, he immediately raised alert.

"Who the fuck is this!"

He quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Amber. Immediately, by instinct, the SS soldiers also took out their guns and aimed at the girl.

The girl was startled and stopped. Günter saw the danger and quickly explained:

"Stop, Jürgen! This is my prisoner of war!"

"What the fuck on Earth prisoner is dressed like this! And yet, how is she be free like this !"

He turned his suspicion to the Lieutenant General, then pointed it back at him.

"Speak, what is your relationship with her!?"

The Wehrmacht saw the danger, and immediately drew their guns, their hands poised at the trigger, ready to unload the entire magazine at the "comrades" facing them.

The SS were the elite of all classes, and would never allow those rabble to act recklessly without firing back. If they dared to start, the SS will shoot mercilessly!

"I told you, Jürgen."

"Nonsense! That bitch like that dares to lie that she's a prisoner of war. Shoot! Shoot her!"

The SS turned towards Amber, who was stunned, and fell flat on the grass.

"Stop! Shooting prisoners is an unforgivable act!"

"Shut up!"

"You...!"

He stomped towards Jürgen, with his usual intimidation, he made the guy wary.

"I said enough! Motherfucker, you have a problem?"

Himmler saw the situation getting out of control and rushed to stop it.

"Jürgen! Stop!"

"Himmler, even you..."

"That man and I have had enough! I order you to put down your guns!"

He was irritated, and he was also fed up with the 'Mosiah Bible' that Jürgen often preached on a daily basis.

"You..."

"You dare to defy the orders of the SS Marshal!? Put down your fucking gun!"

He was angry, clicked his tongue out loud, but still obediently put the gun back in his pocket, reluctantly obeying the order. Because, except for Adolf, Heinrich was the most powerful person in the Party, and if he didn't want to be expelled for defying orders, he had to give in.

"Hmph!..."

Then Himmler went to "comfort" Günter, his tone full of affection, as if he had just been a messenger sent by God to restore peace to the world.

"Lieutenant General, don't bother with Jürgen. Although his personality is impulsive, he is very good at fighting and talented, I hope you will forgive him."

Heinrich patted Günter's shoulder, as if he also wanted to tell Günter that he, Himmler, was also helpless against this man's temperament.

Günter was also helpless before this man's stubborn personality. The reason he was not afraid of him was because he knew that shooting him would not do any good other than adding to his crime.

He was openly worried about the future of the whole unit, in case he went crazy and wanted to shoot the whole unit for no reason, it would be a disaster! He then called Schneider over to discuss how to deal with this 'guest'.

"Schneider, I need you to observe Jürgen, every move he made, that crazy person needs to be closely observed by those around him."

Schneider hesitated for a long time, then reluctantly took on the job. Obviously that crazy person was also sensitive, he knew that there were always people around him who opposed him, what he needed was the an excuse to shoot those bastards mercilessly! But ironically, no one had done him wrong, so even if he wanted to smash their faces, he couldn't do anything but grit his teeth and watch.

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In the distance, in Mondstadt City. It seemed that Eula was really recovering from the critical moment from the deadly battle with the artillery commander on the hill.

The miracle had truly occurred, but the one who had wrought it was gone. He had left no trace behind, only a handful of herbs and medicines, inside, the Alchemist had packed his bags. Everything was empty, he had cleaned up and left within a night.

"... Even so, Eula is still in a coma, needing someone to take good care of her, even though she had escaped the hands of death, that still didn't mean abandoning the knight. She just needed someone to be by her side, to take good care of her..." — From a hastily written handwritten letter left on the table.

Perhaps, partly because he had foreseen Teyvat’s bleak future, he fled ahead, leaving it to the west wind of the continental shelf to take him wherever he went. As long as he was far away from Mondstadt, things would return to normal, and he might travel to a new promised land.

A new land, it sounded so new, so challenging. Would Teyvat ever be as peaceful as before?