chsdbacks Chapter 49: They all struggled
Chapter 49: They all struggled
It's that fleeting moment of distraction!
A stronger yin force entered Earth through the Summoning Gate and flowed into the deeply bound otherworldly symbol. Then, through the mystical connection between the otherworldly symbol and Snow's divine fire, it was transmitted to Snow's divine fire. Saratas noticed the change earlier than Snow. Although he did not understand exactly what happened and his feelings were not as vivid as Snow's, when it came to the subtle perception of various energies, Snow could not compare to this void evil spirit.
At the very moment the pure feminine power of the starry sky, originating from the fallen Mother Goddess, merged into the divine fire, the primordial energy that had previously lingered around the Goddess of Night and remained vague suddenly became clear, vivid, and tangible.
Almost instinctively, Xalatas followed the source of this energy and gently reached out into the void in front of him.
The movements were gentle and smooth, like trying to scoop the moon's reflection from still water.
But in the next instant, an extremely refined crimson moon appeared out from the cover of the goddess of night's hidden power, settling steadily into the invisible void. The moon's uniqueness seemed to have broken free from a thousand-year-old shackle. After sensing the void coordinates of Xalatas and touching the purest spiritual attraction, it spontaneously and autonomously jumped out of the goddess of night's power and completed a stunning change of ownership.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
So fast that even Saratas herself was caught off guard and had no time to react. She only passively sensed the clear energy and instinctively reached out to grab it. This invaluable, unique lunar pathway fell into Snow's and her hands so suddenly, as if it were given away for free.
Meanwhile, in the sky above, the gazes of six supreme gods, two imperial grand magistrates, several high-ranking dukes, as well as all the hidden beings and high-ranking angels lurking in the shadows, were all fixed on this small corner of Backlund Square.
The extreme silence and suffocating feeling instantly overwhelmed the entire venue.
A chilling sense of crisis swept over him, and Xalatas instantly realized the impending doom. He dared not sense or move in the slightest, and his body suddenly shrank back into Snow's body, hiding in the deepest part of the Dark Empire's blade. He completely shut down all mental fluctuations, remaining silent as a cicada in winter, for fear of being tracked down by the gods.
Karen Tamara's pupils constricted sharply, her red lips parted slightly, her face filled with utter shock, but she was silenced by the sudden surge of endless darkness, unable to utter a single word. The thick, inky darkness surged wildly, instantly engulfing and enveloping the two figures completely.
"Alpaca!"
Snow directly revealed his national essence. Even though his fluent Mandarin immediately exposed his identity as a remnant of the old regime, he didn't care at all. It was as if he was about to die without a burial place for no reason.
He was given absolutely no time to think, his reaction was completely out of control, and he didn't even have time to react to the unique moon in front of him before he was enveloped by layers of dark and hidden power, his own existence being wiped away and dissolved bit by bit.
But he couldn't react in time. The Moon's uniqueness itself was already utterly disgusted by the repetitive daily routine of being locked in a dark room for a long time in the hands of the Goddess of Night. In addition, it was a top-level spiritual environment with the full moon and blood moon superimposed. The divine fire in Snow's spiritual world was directly connected to the symbol of the astral realm and otherworld, and could receive the highest level of yin power. The uniqueness's instinctive resistance illuminated the surrounding darkness that was devouring it.
Moreover, the lunar pathway itself also possesses some authority over darkness, but compared to the orthodox dark pathway, it leans more towards the realm of mystery. It also has a certain resistance to the devouring of darkness, barely managing to withstand this crisis of instant annihilation.
But this was ultimately just a prolonged existence.
Above the heavens, the Goddess of Night had already stirred up the darkness of the entire world, spreading out an endless black curtain, intending to completely seal and seal this mutated space, firmly locking in the uniqueness of the escaped moon, and preventing the loss of power.
The full moon hangs high, and darkness envelops the earth; every inch of darkness in the world is an extension of the power of the goddess of night.
His reaction was so swift that it left no room for any of the other gods to intervene. The turn of events was so bizarre and sudden that the gods all chose to observe for the time being. Even Lilith, the Earth Mother, did not directly intervene in the face of this strange scene. Before understanding exactly what had happened, she preferred not to touch the Moon's uniqueness.
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In the distant, open valley, Sermia gazed silently at the eerie, scarlet full moon in the sky, a cold, sinister smile playing on her lips.
He, of course, did not hesitate to abandon Snow as a pawn and instead used the symbol of another world, the portal, and the summoning ability of the moon to directly summon the moon's uniqueness.
"Thank you for your hard work, little one, you did a great job."
A low, eerie whisper echoed through the empty valley, carrying a ruthless indifference and a merciful pity.
"It is your honor to die under such a beautiful moonlight."
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At the same moment, thousands of miles away in the waters of Sunia, beneath the deep sea of Simim Island, a tranquil and magnificent coral palace has stood for eternity, its azure waters isolating it from all the noise of the human world.
This unprecedented upheaval also alarmed two ancient beings who survived from the Second Era. Their gazes pierced through thousands of layers of seawater and vast skies, precisely locking onto the earth-shattering anomaly in Backlund that involved multiple gods.
"The opportunity has finally arrived."
Two surviving subordinate gods of the Elf King, one of the eight ancient gods, Servis, the "God of Luck" with the Sequence 1 of the Fate Path, and Goshinam, the "Queen of Calamity" with the Sequence 2 of the Tyrant Path and the Sequence 2 of the Fate Path, both exchanging glances across the distance, their eyes filled with excitement and solemnity that spanned two eras.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break the deadlock has arrived.
"Opportunity is fleeting, Queen, do not hesitate." Servis moved slightly, transforming into countless flowing silver threads, one after another, forming a rapidly spinning vortex of fate. With his Sequence 1 choice authority, he forcibly solidified the outcome they had jointly foretold.
"I know."
Gohshinam gazed at the chaotic and uncertain vortex of fate before him, his voice low and weathered.
Both of them were high-ranking spirits on the path of destiny, but this opportunity involved too many great beings, making the torrent of destiny extremely unstable and full of too many variables, which even they could hardly predict the final outcome.
Even if the gods of fate use their power of choice to forcibly solidify their prophecies, the little boat of destiny still seems to be struggling to sail in a storm, as if it could be capsized by a wave of the torrent of fate at any moment.
Goshinam also went all out, letting out a roar like a tsunami, his body covered in silver electricity, and using the Source of Wrath.
This is the ability of the Tyrant pathway Sequence 2 Cataclysm. By releasing the "anger" accumulated in one's heart, one temporarily enhances one's power by abandoning thought, reaching the next sequence level, but without affecting one's rank.
He abandoned reason and temporarily elevated himself to the level of a Sequence 1 Archangel.