Chapter 514 - Chapter 514: Chapter 482: The Favored Clan of Eternal Moon (1/2)
Chapter 514: Chapter 482: The Favored Clan of Eternal Moon
“Hmm, got it…”
Moter soon learned many things from Elena, and although she didn’t reveal the situation of the High Position Family, she disclosed that she was with the Shadow Moon Council.
So that was it.
“The Shadow Moon Council, I know of your existence, didn’t expect to encounter you here. In the eyes of the ordinary people of this city, Extraordinary Exponents are beings not to be trifled with, and in the eyes of those Extraordinary Exponents, your Shadow Moon Council is undoubtedly a terrifying organization.”
He smiled, knowing that the Shadow Moon Council was one of the secret organizations under the Fischer family, and it was clear that she had not lied at all.
While the alertness deep in Moter’s heart hadn’t completely subsided, he also realized that she was highly unlikely to be an enemy.
That’s good.
The lady before him, he could judge from various details unnoticed by normal humans that she indeed was the famously renowned opera star of Bohr City.
Although she had just used a pseudonym, she must be the “Elena”.
Moter loved music, and naturally adored those with a talent for it, feeling admiration and fondness for her.
Although if it came to a point where he needed to kill, he indeed would do so, not killing such a “living art treasure” was undoubtedly a good thing.
He slowly sheathed his sword blade, and said calmly, “Hmm, Lady Elena, do you know about the Blood Moon? I and they are more or less enemies.”
Elena blinked, the opponent had actually seen through her real identity, ever since she had taken over part of the Shadow Moon Council from her mother, she had always hidden it very well.
“You are enemies? I thought… well, the Blood Moon we speak of is a secretive cult that worships the otherworldly god ‘Eternal Moon,’ and it is also one of the ancient cults. Their followers on the Ouden Continent number in the thousands, mostly hidden within the Silver Moon Church.”
“Silver Moon Church…” Moter blinked, a connection between two moon-worshipping churches was something he was not very aware of.
“Yes.” Elena nodded, and continued.
“Because many of the Blood Moon’s followers claim that the so-called Silver Moon is also a part of Eternal Moon, and Silver Moon Lady is an incarnation of the Blood Moon… Many of the Blood Moon followers were originally followers of Silver Moon, and in these years, as the Gods no longer give divine oracles, more and more of the original Silver Moon followers have started believing in Eternal Moon!”
She took a light breath, gazing at the masked young man as she spoke:
“Those Blood Moon followers, like one leech after another, lurk in the Silver Moon Church, germinating danger!”
“So that’s how it is.”
Moter, not so deeply knowledgeable about mysticism, nodded his head, thoroughly understanding the situation with Blood Moon.
Just then, he felt danger!
And a very strong signal of danger!
“Hmm? What’s going on?”
Their expressions became serious, Elena, incredulous and shocked, saw blood-red fog appearing within their field of vision.
It appeared to be engulfing the entire city!
The city, tightly enshrouded by the ominous blood-red fog, was enveloped by the nightfall, consuming all the light one by one.
The blood-red fog was not just a visual hindrance; it seemed to carry some eerie power, noiselessly permeating every inch of space, every heart.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”
People moved through the fog, their steps shifting from initial haste to staggering, their eyes shifting from confusion to fanaticism.
The blood-red fog seemed to possess a certain magic power, able to awaken the most primal fears and desires in people’s hearts, amplifying them infinitely.
In the weak light, people’s faces appeared horrifying, with mouths carrying either meaningless smiles or fierce roars. Every soul was pulled by invisible chains toward an unknown abyss of madness.
“Augh!”
Chaos, everywhere.
The former bustling streets had now become a stage for disorder and violence, with screams, cries, and roars intertwining to form a symphony of despair.
Shop windows were smashed, goods scattered about, ignored by anyone; police tried to maintain order, but their voices were soon drowned out by this irresistible wave of madness, even drawing their pistols to shoot at ordinary people.