Chapter 515 - Chapter 515: Chapter 483: The 6th Rung "Repairman (1/2)
Chapter 515: Chapter 483: The 6th Rung “Repairman
Favored clan of the Eternal Moon.
Beldos.
It was born from the moonlight, summoned by the chaos and distortion of the people under the Blood Moon.
The powerful Monster exuded a terrifying presence, an overwhelming oppression that subdued everyone, Moter’s brow was deeply furrowed, while Elena stood motionless, completely at a loss for what to do.
Even the followers of the Blood Moon knelt down filled with reverence in the presence of the mighty favored clan.
“O Eternal Moon! We forever revere your blood-colored moonlight! Your power is immensely strong, and the entire world shall be dyed in your light!”
The leader of the Blood Moon’s followers knelt on the ground, his face full of piety and worship, praying loudly.
“Beldos! On the name of the Eternal Moon, I command you, destroy this city, and offer up all life as a sacrifice to the great Eternal Moon!”
The blood-red moon hung high in the sky, its light not gently cast down but like blood, crimson and with an ominous premonition, enveloping the entire world in a strange and suffocating atmosphere.
The city streets were now oppressed by an ineffable fear.
Beldos’s massive form was entwined with countless writhing tentacles, each as lively and deadly as a living creature, flailing in the air, dripping with viscous fluid, accompanied by a spine-chilling low chant, like a call from the Abyss.
The Monster’s eyes blazed with dark red flames, devoid of emotion, filled only with a pure desire for slaughter.
Suddenly, the favored clan named Beldos began to attack wildly, its tentacles extending like lightning, instantly destroying the buildings surrounding the city, as people ran about in panic.
In the face of the Monster, the speed of humans seemed so powerless, screams and shrieks intermingling, Bohr City plunged into chaos and despair in a very short time, heavy casualties, blood flowing like rivers.
“We must kill that thing if we want to survive.”
Moter’s eyes flashed with unwavering resolve as he charged towards the chaotic Monster at a speed beyond that of ordinary humans, his silver sword transforming into a silver dragon, aiming straight for the Monster’s core.
However, the power possessed by the favored clan of the Eternal Moon was far beyond imagination, its tentacles seemed to be everywhere, with every attack full of power, simultaneously looking for opportunities to counter.
While Moter’s swordsmanship was exquisite, he gradually fell into a disadvantage against the Monster’s overwhelming force.
His clothes were torn to shreds, several wounds of varying depths appeared on his body, his blue hair soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead, looking exceptionally disheveled.
However, Moter’s eyes were still filled with conviction.
The young man had no thought of retreating. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to retreat; his nature was rather cold and indifferent, and he had no intention of saving strangers.
But now there was simply no way to retreat. Gritting his teeth, at this moment, only a desperate fight remained!
He used every interval between attacks to adjust his breathing and posture, preparing for the final counterattack, and under the crimson moonlight, the young man’s confrontation with the Monster became a shocking sight!
The leader of the Blood Moon said in disbelief, “How is that possible? He can actually stand up to a Monarch Level favored clan for a short time, when he’s merely an Extraordinary Exponent of Transmutation Level!”
The true power Moter possessed was incredibly strong, through the legacy accumulated over generations by the Fischer family, even though he was at the Lower Transmutation Level and 3rd Rank of Extraordinary Exponents, he essentially had the strength close to Monarch Level.
But that was only “close” after all.
The balance was shattered!
Suddenly a tentacle pierced through Moter’s body. He felt intense pain, his body suffering a serious injury that couldn’t be ignored.
Pain!
Intense pain!
Moter took a deep breath, knowing that if his physique hadn’t been much stronger than that of an ordinary person, that attack could have been fatal.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged in his mind!
He didn’t want to die!
He absolutely didn’t want to die!
“O Lord of the Lost! If you truly are omnipotent, please save me!”
His inner self roared almost to the point of bellowing!
An indescribable anomaly broke Moter’s sense of crisis.
At the edge of the sky, a dark fog so thick it seemed almost tangible rose noiselessly, like the door to the Abyss slowly being pushed open, quickly spreading, devouring all light around it.
The black fog carried a deep and oppressive aura that chilled the heart, as if the air itself had solidified.
The outline of the city became blurrier and more distorted, buildings, streets, pedestrians, and even the finest dust particles, all were tinged with an unreal grey-white color, like a painting forgotten by time, tranquil yet with a hint of ill omen.