Chapter 1460 - Under the Crimson Moon (2/2)
“I do not only know where Coldpath is, but I also know that there is the Stellar Spire as the passage connecting Coldpath to the outside world, that Coldfrost Citadel has twelve barracks and seventy-seven towers, and that there are three spires on the main entrance to the Hoarfrost Sanctum. You have an elder named Gregowen, who is of higher seniority and close to you. Elder Gregowen was very naughty when he was little. Once, in the barn, he… Ahem, I think I should not talk about it here.”
Hasse was struck dumb. “You have been to Coldpath?”
“Are you curious? After we settle this crisis, I will tell you about it.” Hao Ren had created suspense to hook Hasse’s interest. He looked up in the sky. The moonlight appeared reddish now. “Now, it is your turn to talk. Do not tell me that you do not know anything when you have come here with your entire elite team. Now that Vivian has not woken up. We still do not know where she is. How is your original plan?”
Hasse looked at Hao Ren and sighed helplessly. “Well, we initially planned to wait for the Countess to wake up and come out in the real world. But we also have a backup plan to enter the Shadowy Realm before the Countess wakes up.”
“The Countess will wake up in the two worlds separately. First, she rises in her own dreams. Her incarnation in the dreamlands is the shadow in the moonlight. Then she will wake up in the real world, and everything in the dreamlands will collapse into reality. If we were forced to face her earlier than we have planned, then we must not let this process be completed. Otherwise, she will become invincible in the Shadowy Realm,” Hasse said as he fished out his sacred silver dagger. Lily watched on cautiously as Hasse punctured the skin on his finger. Blood shimmering in faint silver light oozed out from the wound and floated in the air. “It is the knowledge many demon hunters have exchanged with their lives. During an operation more than a thousand years ago, dozens of warriors were buried as the dreams collapsed into reality. Just before they died, they had sent back this information. By holding a blood sacrifice ceremony, we can wake the Countess up.”
More and more blood floated in the air and formed a complex and mysterious pattern under the influence of magic. The patterns glowed brighter and brighter in red as they spun around the three of them. It was as if some kind of resonance had been established.
The transformation of the moon in the sky sped up.
A vast expanse of red began to appear on the moon disc. At first, there was a growing web of lines, then red spots rapidly appeared. The patches of red spread like ink on a paper, quickly covering the entire moon in just a few breaths. The bright white moon had now turned into a blood-red moon.
But this red moon was not the crimson moon that Hao Ren knew. It only carried an evil air but not enough to drive any creatures insane.
Just then Hessiana’s voice rang in the communication device. “I have gained control of the Soulless Guards.”
Hasse turned around. “What is that?”
“Just a little gadget to talk to each other,” Hao Ren said casually. “What have you just done?” he asked Hasse.
“I have just woken the Countess up,” Hasse said, “before she is at the peak of her strength.”
It seemed that the demon hunters had learned something after enduring many years of Vivian’s torture.
A little shadow appeared in the moonlight.
At first, Hao Ren thought that the moonlight was playing a trick with his eyes as the shadow was extremely vague and elusive. But soon, the shadow grew so large that it was hard to ignore. Something red as blood began to seep out along the edge of the moon disk as the shadow appeared. It looked like the bloody teardrops of the red moon; they formed a circle of dithering red aura around the moon.
A moment later, blood-red light overflowed from the circle of bloody teardrops and poured down on the land below.
It was a beautiful scene that no words could describe. Blood that materialized from the crimson moon dropped straight down to the earth. It seemed that the line between reality and illusion had vanished; Hao Ren could no longer tell whether it was the moonlight or fresh blood that was pouring down. He only knew that the shadow at the center of the moon had descended along the dropping light column.
Just as he had expected, it was a Malevolence.
“Sigh, I had planned to lead 75 veteran demon hunters to battle the Countess,” Hasse said as he tucked away his dagger and took out his crossbow and runic cards. “But now there are only three of us. Can you two fight 75 fearsome demon hunters?”
“More than that,” Hao Ren replied with a smile. He took out two long swords that were as dark as cosmic fragments from his Dimensional Pocket. Various turrets and missile launchers emerged from the void behind him. “On top of that, we’ve brought reinforcements.”