Chapter 514 - Chapter 514: Chapter 482: The Favored Clan of Eternal Moon (2/2)

At the edge of dreams woven by the blood-red mist and reality, the boundary between sanity and madness blurred.

“The source is in the center of the city!”

Moter’s gaze was firm and sharp. He left Elena’s side in an instant, entirely disregarding her life safety. His goal was to cut off the problem source quickly, his steps steady and brisk, evidently heading towards some important destination.

As he got closer to the center of the city, an oppressive and bizarre aura grew stronger. The air was filled with an ominous blood-red mist that slowly rose, obscuring the constellations.

Finally, the young man arrived at the ritual site in the city center—a clearing surrounded by ancient runes, with an ancient stone altar standing in the middle. Around the altar stood the mysterious people releasing blood-red mist through blood-red flowers throughout the city, draped in blood-red robes, their faces hidden in the shadow of hoods, their hands holding staffs that flickered with eerie light.

Moter stopped in his tracks, his eyes blazing, scanning the enemies around him.

He slowly raised his silver sword, its blade emanating a faint glow, containing some mysterious power. The silver sword tip gently vibrated, as if eager for the impending battle.

His voice echoed in this place, firm and forceful, “Your actions end here.”

“Kill him!” the leader of the Blood Moon’s main priest shook his head.

Then, the mysterious people of the Blood Moon emitted a low laughter, the sound similar to the gates of Hell being slowly opened, filled with mockery and disdain.

Their blood-red robes swayed, intensifying the blood-red mist as if intending to engulf the young man within.

But Moter did not retreat. With a crisp sound of the sword, the battle was about to erupt!

The blue-haired young man, like the brightest star in the night sky, jumped into the battlefield enveloped in blood-red. His sword light flashed, intertwining and colliding with the mysterious people’s power!

Apart from the main priest and some other priests who did not act recklessly, the other dozen members of the Blood Moon attacked Moter, among them five were at the Transmutation Level.

However, Moter, with superior swordsmanship and solid strength, faced the multitude unafraid. He suddenly released a potent rune power from within himself—

The Emerald Ring!

A flash of green light swept through, easily slaying seven of his enemies. Half of the Blood Moon’s members were instantly annihilated!

“Pitch Black!”

Moter suddenly roared, and then the hidden Pitch Black entered the scene, transforming into a seven-eight meters tall black werewolf, rushing mercilessly towards the Blood Moon’s main priest!

“Hmph!”

Suddenly, a burst of blood-red light exploded from the body of the Blood Moon’s leader, a defensive Forbidden rare artifact directly sending Pitch Black flying.

“Blood Moon that master all hidden energies! I offer these humble sacrifices to you, please let your favored clan help us achieve your great cause!”

Suddenly, an abnormal change occurred in the sky!

The night sky, previously enveloped by thick blood-red mist, now slowly rose a sinister Blood Moon.

It was not the usual red, but a deep, thick dark red as if it could drip blood, its light penetrating the thick mist and illuminating the entire city like a scene from Hell, every inch of air filled with fear.

Then, from the center of the Blood Moon, a huge, indescribable chaotic monster slowly emerged.

The monster had countless writhing tentacles that waved in the air, like demon whips in the night, each swing accompanying twisting and tearing of space.

Its body seemed to be made of pure darkness and chaos, lacking a fixed shape, sometimes condensing into a ferocious skull, sometimes dispersing into countless screaming souls, the sound it emitted like the wail of thousands of lost souls, striking the deepest fears of the heart.

Moter’s expression immediately turned grave; he knew that even with Pitch Black’s help, it was still difficult to bridge such a gap and defeat an enemy at the Monarch Level.

“The power of a Monarch Level…”

Every corner of the city was filled with despair and panic, residents screaming and scattering, yet nowhere to escape.

As the monster descended, the blood-red mist already permeating the city grew even denser, almost solidifying, engulfing buildings, streets, and even the figures of people completely.

“Aoo!”

Just then, Moter was gazed upon by the monster, feeling intense pressure all over his body, almost losing the ability to resist.

He could only kneel down, praying to the great Lord of the Lost, clearly aware that he was powerless.

“Great Lord of the Lost, please save your protected Fischer.”