Chapter 75 Blood Moon Sword Demon (Double Update)
“Armor State”
Or rather, “Fantasy Weapon Manifestation.”
This is a skill that every melee Beast Tamer dreams of. It can greatly enhance the user’s attributes, granting humans combat power comparable to, or even surpassing, familiars of the same tier.
However, this skill is extremely difficult to learn.
Only a very small number of Ancient Species familiars, which can be considered Holy Relics, may possess this racial skill innately, such as Aerora’s Holy Spear “Rungoniumad.”
The vast majority of familiars can only master this ability through post-natal learning.
Furthermore, “Armor State” has extremely high requirements for the Soul Pact affinity between the familiar and the Beast Tamer.
Only when souls achieve complete resonance can the familiar and the Beast Tamer merge into one, becoming their sword and shield at their beck and call.
Shaya used to envy Aerora’s majestic Armor State, which made her look like a silver knight. He chose the Silver Spirit as the contract target for his third Soul Pact partly because the Silver Spirit, possessing the “Metal” racial attribute, had good compatibility for learning “Armor State.”
And now, with the help of the “High-Level Armor Potion,” Shaya’s long-held dream has finally become a reality.
Of course—
To defeat an Ancient God.
Even though this Ancient God has weakened considerably over time, even though He is still sealed.
Even though He is inhabiting a severely injured human body and is restricted by the King of Darkness’s Word of Power, the power He can exert now is less than one percent of His peak Divine Descent.
However, “Armor State” alone is far from enough.
In Shaya’s mind, information is scrolling frantically across the system’s light screen.
[“Crimson”‘s racial skill “Filthy Blood” proficiency has broken through, advancing from “Perfect” to “Extraordinary.”]
[… Advanced from “Extraordinary” to “Mastered Perfection.”]
[“Crimson”‘s racial skill “Dark Scion” proficiency has broken through, advancing from “Perfect” to “Extraordinary.”]
[… Advanced from “Extraordinary” to “Mastered Perfection.”]
He did not check the rewards from the final settlement of the novice mission.
At this moment, Shaya directly allocated the massive experience points gained from the mission settlement to Crimson’s skill panel.
Furthermore, he allocated them to “Filthy Blood” and “Dark Scion,” which outsiders might consider the most useless, or even detrimental, skills.
As the allocation was completed, traces like they were burned by scarlet flames appeared on the blood-colored armor that enveloped Shaya’s entire body, transforming into ancient symbols.
Shaya did not recognize these symbols, but with the soul fluctuations transmitted from Crimson, he understood their origin.
It was the ancient Abyssal Language, which is now lost. This language, like ancient Dragon Language and ancient Elven Language, is such that each character in this ancient language itself represents power, capable of influencing the rules of a certain plane.
The ancient Abyssal Language itself symbolizes the origin of the Abyss.
It was almost at the moment these symbols burned onto the armor appeared that an infinitely distant and profound babbling suddenly echoed in Shaya’s mind.
That babbling was far more insane than the Evil God’s babbling Shaya had heard when encountering pollutants before, as if it came directly from the bottom of the Abyss.
Even with Shaya’s experience with various pollutants and his specialization in illusions, his already tempered mental strength felt an urge for his flesh and blood to go out of control upon hearing that babbling.
It was as if flowers of blood could bloom on his body at any moment, and buds of flesh could sprout.
However, at the same time.
Shaya sensed that the oppressive dim yellow light that had been pressing him infinitely suddenly became intimate.
It was as if it were an extension of his consciousness and limbs, controllable with a mere thought.
Shaya took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge for his flesh and blood to sprout.
He knew well that he could not hold on for long against the babbling from the bottom of the Abyss; at most, in ten seconds, his soul would completely lose control and fall into slavery to the Abyss.
However, these ten seconds were enough.
The radiance of the blood moon, and the halo of twilight—
All converged towards Shaya, condensing on his blood armor, transforming into pure magic and storing it within Shaya’s body.
This was the significance of Shaya allocating points to the two skills, “Filthy Blood” and “Dark Scion.”
Normally, they were purely negative effects, not only requiring Crimson to distract itself by suppressing them but also causing it to lose abilities like “Elemental State” that came with elemental species.
However, since they could be manifested on the system’s skill panel, it meant that these two skills were by no means mere side effects.
Just like at this moment, in the face of the vast power of the Abyss.
Shaya, relying on his extremely high-level racial skills, managed to turn the enemy’s home advantage into his own.
In the distance, the Twilight Incarnation, residing in Norton, was bewildered again.
This was the second time this ancient being had shown surprise.
Although it was currently wielding a pure human body, its affinity with the Abyss was undoubtedly greatly reduced compared to its sealed main body.
However, this place did contain its residual divinity and authority. Even a Sixth Ring cult leader of Titled level, unless their faith was so devout that their physical body was transformed by the Abyss, could not match its affinity.
But at this moment, it saw the human, who was less than Fourth Ring, being recognized by the Abyss, allowing Shaya to borrow the power of the Abyss at will.
If it hadn’t devoured Norton’s memories and known the background of the youth before him, being a pure-blooded human, the Twilight Incarnation would probably have thought he was a nascent Evil God just born from the bottom of the Abyss, personally blessed by the will of the Abyss.
…
Shaya’s gaze silently locked onto the Twilight Incarnation before him, which looked bewildered, sensing its power being stolen.
He knew that the state granted by “Filthy Blood” and “Dark Scion” could not be maintained for long. Once his Sanity dropped to zero, he would likely truly become that babbling “Child of the Abyss.”
Therefore, he only had one chance.
“Then, let’s begin.”
After leaving his last words, Shaya fell completely silent.
The golden pupils slowly extinguished, returning to their pitch-black hue.
Within those dark eyes, light and shadow vanished.
The ripples of thought were calmed.
Not only words—even emotions were completely sealed.
Just as in the previous training, Shaya sealed his rational, thoughtful side with “Tsukuyomi.”
And completely handed over control of his body to the combat instinct transmitted from Crimson through the Soul Pact—that instinct evolved from countless sword swings in Shaya’s mind.
Synchronization with Crimson’s soul had already been completed.
At this moment, within the dim yellow halo covering his body, Shaya’s body and spirit became one with the battlefield.
The next instant.
Azure blue flames whirled around him, burning fiercely.
Magic Power, along with his soul, boiled simultaneously.
“Blood Burn.”
This was a genuine self-created skill granted by the Silver Spirit, which Shaya named “Crimson.” When it was young and unable to grow due to a vile curse, it wove this ultimate technique to confront the anticipated strong enemies and targets of revenge with its own humble body.
At First Ring, Crimson could threaten Silver, who was then Third Ring, with “Blood Burn.”
Shaya’s Beast Tamer talent was not inferior; it could even be described as astonishing. Both his magic power and the quality of his soul far surpassed those of Beast Tamers at the same level.
Therefore, at this moment—
Burning the body, incinerating the soul.
“Blood Burn,” having reached “Perfect” proficiency, no longer carried side effects like shortening one’s lifespan.
On the contrary, the power of “Blood Burn” could even increase with the strength of one’s will.
Azure blue flames appeared on the blood-colored one-handed sword.
Not very dense, but a few thin lines, like lightning, yet like blood vessels, wound around the blood-colored one-handed sword, depicting a beautiful light pattern.
Magic Power was gathered on the blade interwoven by red and silver, spiraling to collect power.
It gathered more than half of the ambient Abyssal power in this twilight world onto the edge of the one-handed sword.
Then, Shaya raised the blood-colored blade.
It was not complicated; compared to the flashy sword stance of students in sparring at Saint Roland Academy, it could even be described as simple and unremarkable.
The next moment, the sword’s glint descended towards the Twilight Incarnation.
It was the most ordinary “Slash.”
…
The Twilight Incarnation, occupying Norton’s body, came back to its senses and looked up in bewilderment.
Then, it saw, under the blood moon, filling its entire field of vision—
That blood-colored demon, looking more evil, chaotic, and frenzied than a mere Evil God.
And.
The incoming slash, with movements so simple they were almost unbelievable, yet appearing as if tempered through countless trials, had sealed all its evasion routes.
With a roaring sound.
The world fell silent, leaving only this blood-colored thunderclap that pierced through heaven and earth.
A great fear, for the first time, arose from this ancient being named “Twilight.”
Gods do not die, for they are concepts of the world itself.
Even if all the legends of the Western Continent were gathered, even if the owner of “Judgment Order,” the King of Darkness himself, descended, it would be impossible to truly kill the concept named “Twilight.”
Even if someone with immense power annihilated every wisp of Twilight Divine Power in the world, it would eventually return from the distant Astral Realm after a long period.
However, divinity and authority can be usurped.
Twilight is still Twilight.
But the primary consciousness in charge of Twilight can change many times.
Therefore, to preserve themselves, for any being on the Path to Godhood, divinity and authority are their most crucial existences.
They often divide them into many parts for safekeeping, preferring self-destruction to falling into others’ hands, otherwise, it would be equivalent to having an additional false god competing for their authority.
More than ten years ago, the Twilight Incarnation, due to a momentary lapse in attention, had a portion of its divinity stripped away and decoupled from its main body’s power, giving rise to the key named Sylvia, and it itself was sealed by the Brunnhildr Family.
And now, it had made the same mistake again.
Its opponent was merely a youth who hadn’t even reached Fourth Ring, and this time the mistake was even greater.
In its joy at breaking free from the seal, it had poured all of its remaining divinity and authority into this body this time.
In the terrifying rising fear, ancient Words of Power were uttered one after another.
The dim yellow light surged, forming barrier after barrier of Abyssal Divine Power to block the Twilight Incarnation.
But—
It was useless.
In the past instant, Shaya, transformed into the demon of blood, had devoured more than seventy percent of the surrounding Abyssal Power.
The Abyssal Power sealed underground was indeed inexhaustible, but replenishment took time.
How could the remaining thirty percent, even if fully mobilized, possibly contend with seventy percent? Especially seventy percent amplified by “Blood Burn.”
Boom—
Boom—
The sword’s glint fell straight down, piercing through barrier after barrier of divine power that was generated.
Then, it reached Norton’s old and ferocious head, controlled by the Twilight Incarnation.
The next instant, the sword’s glint, like a crimson meteor, erupted simultaneously with Amaterasu’s Blackflame.
…
The sound disappeared.
Colors disappeared in its wake.
The world became silent, leaving only the surging azure blue magical radiance and the scorching black flames.
Light flowed.
Light roared.
The flowing radiance stirred up countless vortices, engulfing the distorted life form once known as Norton, along with the darkness.
On the instantly melted earth, every component molecule constituting this body was exposed to the scorching impact.
If it were merely a simple slash and a magic explosion, it might not have been undefendable. After the interrupted ascension ritual and the infusion of divinity, Norton’s human body had actually undergone a transformation.
It was less like a human and more like a Mythical Creature.
Even if it suffered severe damage like a burst torso and crushed organs, with the divine factors circulating within its body, it was still possible to re-adhere the damaged flesh.
This was how the Twilight Incarnation controlled Norton to escape from the explosion in the large underground cavern before.
But—
This time, its self-healing ability, comparable to “Super Regeneration,” became ineffective.
Amaterasu’s curse-like black flames burned everything without reservation.
The divine factors within the flesh and blood were incinerated into ashes before they could even function.
Ordinary flames could not burn divine factors.
However, the Twilight Incarnation clearly sensed a power similar to its own status within those black flames, a power it found incredibly familiar.
“Ash!”
“So it was you! Ash!”
“You actually joined forces with the Empire!”
“I remember you. My demise was only a partial self, wait until I…”
A resentful roar, like the chime of a bronze bell, echoed from within the sea of black flames.
Before the resentful words could be finished—
The pitch-black flames, along with the azure blue magical radiance, took everything to another world.
…
After an unknown amount of time, the massive commotion finally subsided.
Twilight shattered.
The blood moon vanished.
The dust settled, reflecting the beautiful bright moon and the boundless starry sky above.
Norton’s figure had disappeared, leaving only a massive sword mark, a deep rift tearing through the earth.
At the bottom of the sword mark, deep, gloomy black flames still burned fiercely, melting rocks and soil into turbid fluid that gurgled and flowed.
And at the place where the Twilight Incarnation had once existed.
Dim yellow light was converging.
Finally, the light transformed into something resembling a crystal chess piece from a set of international chess.
It flowed with the light of twilight, embodying all its divinity and authority—
“Star Cup.”
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