The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 215



140. The Weeping Serpent (VII)

Like a sun rising.

A blazing crimson flame, infused with boundless heat and a sense of destruction, suddenly erupted from Mu En’s body.

Deep within his skin, that eerie fingerprint mark reignited, like scalding lava.

The rainwater flowing on the ground was instantly evaporated, and the dark mist of the moon that enveloped this place surged violently, as if encountering a mortal enemy.

“What—”

The female demon instinctively widened her eyes, her mind struggling to comprehend this sudden turn of events. Under the bright light, her enchanting face appeared somewhat pale and fragile.

At that moment, a large hand broke free from the shadows, reaching out from the crimson flames, and grasped her neck tightly.

“You’re so cautious; it’s truly delightful, Miss Demon.”

Mu En lifted his head, gazing at the female demon with a mocking expression:

“No, I should say cowardly. All your caution has inadvertently done me a great favor. Are you happy?”

“Why… the flame of the Withering King? Mu En Campbell— you?”

As a devotee of the moon, the female demon immediately recognized the hostile aura, but the more she understood the origin of this power, the more incredulous she became.

Mu En Campbell… actually a follower of the dark deity?

This illustrious duke’s son, born into the highest echelons of society, was a follower of the Withering King?

“Don’t get me wrong; I don’t worship that big-eyed one. This is merely a highly equitable transaction.”

Seeing through the female demon’s thoughts, Mu En revealed a wicked smile.

In this moment, he resembled a villainous figure, bullying an innocent girl.

“Transaction?”

The female demon was taken aback, instinctively looking into Mu En’s eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were no longer the deep, tranquil blue of a lake, but a fiery crimson. In the center of that red, several swirling black holes spun slowly, surrounded by layers of coronal waves, like countless rays of dawn intertwining, exuding an overwhelming majesty.

Just being gazed at by those eyes made the female demon feel as if her very soul was igniting. The intense pain even made her forget the humiliation of being gripped by the neck like a chick, her body trembling involuntarily.

And this almost crushing disparity in levels finally made her realize the difference in the power that Mu En possessed compared to her own, a fundamental divergence.

Both came from dark deities.

Both had exchanged something with the dark deity for their powers.

But the power within Mu En was not the lowly strength of pity and charity, earned through countless devotions and prayers, as hers was.

Rather, it was—divine favor!

It was a partial manifestation of divine authority, a representation of the deity itself walking the earth, a living water, ceaseless and endless, the power of the laws themselves.

From the perspective of prestige, it completely overshadowed her, the self-proclaimed priestess closest to the moon, by several levels.

But.

Can evil gods also favor ordinary humans?

Such a thing has never been heard of in human history!

The female demon could not comprehend.

But she understood that if this continued, she would die.

“No! I cannot die like this! I must not!”

Suddenly, the female demon struggled fiercely; she didn’t know where the strength came from, but she managed to break free from Mu En’s restraint, twisting, crawling, and fleeing from Mu En.

“No, I have not yet received the eternal life promised by the great moon, how can I die!”

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The female demon crawled on the ground, completely oblivious to the tiny red flames that had already burrowed beneath the scales of her body, beginning to burn her flesh and blood wantonly.

With a loud gasp, the female demon suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

She looked down in confusion, staring at her reflection in the pool of blood.

That enchanting face was already as pale as paper, her disheveled hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, looking utterly wretched.

But even more horrifying were her eyes, those serpent-like pupils that could instill endless fear in people, which at this moment were no longer cold, for sparks of fire were gradually igniting within her pupils, like fireflies flickering in the summer night.

Not beautiful at all; instead, they held an unspeakable sense of extinction.

The flames had already begun to burn her soul.

“Don’t… don’t!”

Feeling the searing pain from her soul, the female demon fearfully raised her head, gazing at the horizon now shrouded in black mist, praying devoutly.

“Moon, great moon, please save me, please grant me enough strength…”

“I am your most loyal follower, I am willing to give everything for you, please save me…”

“My soul, I can still offer my soul; as long as you can save me, my soul can also be sacrificed to you…”

The female demon widened her eyes in hope, continuously praying.

She knew that the dark mist from the moon could not possibly obscure the moon’s own gaze, so all she needed was for the moon to cast its sight upon her once more, and all problems would no longer be problems.

Even if Mu En Campbell possessed the divine favor of the withered king, how could divine favor compare to the direct intervention of a deity?

So, as long as the moon could cast its gaze for just a moment, just a moment, I could…

“It seems you have been abandoned.”

Mu En did not know when he had come to the female demon’s side, leisurely examining her disheveled face.

“That moon is as cowardly as you; at this moment, it is struggling to save itself, how could it possibly save you?”

“Nonsense!”

The female demon roared in fury,

“I am the priest beneath the moon, I am its most devout believer, I am the one granted eternal life by its grace. How could the moon abandon me, how could it—”

Before her words could finish, the banshee’s howl abruptly ceased.

She suddenly felt cold.

Unbearably cold.

As if something was gradually being drawn out from within her.

“What is this…”

The banshee trembled as she lowered her head, looking at herself.

Her enchanting, voluptuous body seemed to have lost all its moisture, slowly becoming shriveled and ugly. Her fair skin began to rot at a visibly rapid pace, emitting a nauseating stench.

The moon was reclaiming her power.

And she, who had sacrificed all her organs to survive on the strength of the dark god, would inevitably face death once the moon withdrew its power.

“No… why… I…”

The banshee was gripped by terror. She raised her head once more, but this time, no matter how hard she tried, she could not find that bright moon in the fog-covered sky.

The moon had truly abandoned her.

Abandoned her… so completely.

“I hate… I hate it!”

Her faith had crumbled entirely, and suddenly, blood tears flowed from the corners of the banshee’s eyes.

The devotion she had once held for the moon was now matched only by the intensity of her hatred.

But if hatred were useful, she would have long been drowned by the countless vengeful souls that had perished at her hands.

Thus, the banshee could only watch herself decay, bit by bit, along with her soul, heading toward a desolate end amidst the torment and agony that gnawed at her heart like a swarm of insects.

Born of the moon, dying by the moon.

This was the most painful death that Mu En had bestowed upon her.