The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 219
144. The Weeping Serpent (Eleven)
As Mu En’s roar fell, the world instantly quieted down.
As if nothing had happened.
However,
On that round of eerie blue moon, within those countless crimson and fierce pupils, suddenly, a trace of extremely human-like fear emerged.
The moon certainly does not fear restless souls and insects.
What it fears is…
Boom—
The silence was suddenly shattered by a roar that sounded like the end of the world!
An infinite power from beyond the world’s barrier, guided by the lighthouse, descended here in an instant!
From noble mtl dot com
The void trembled!
At the edge of Mu En’s vision, behind the blue moon, the space shattered inch by inch, forming countless dark cracks like knife cuts.
—
Then, from that crack, a blazing light surged forth.
Like a magnificent sun rising on the other side of that space, its overwhelming radiance was far beyond the small beacon of Mu’en, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!
Boom—
The void trembled once more.
It was as if someone was using an iron fist to smash against the fragile door.
More light poured into this space, and under this indescribable brilliance and heat, the dark mist of the moon, boiling like water, was forcibly torn apart, revealing several fissures!
Relying on his adaptability to the crimson flames, Mu’en finally opened his eyes in the endless light, and then he clearly saw, beyond the gaps shattered by the immense power, a single eye—larger and more menacing than countless scarlet pupils of the silent moon—casting an excited and fervent gaze upon this place.
Like a long-starved beast that had finally found the delectable lamb it had coveted for so long.
The Evil God, the King of Withering, has descended!
…
Crack, crack.
Before Mu’en could greet this old acquaintance, he heard countless sounds like shattering glass.
One by one, withered hands, as if burned to charcoal by fierce flames, slowly reached out from the other side of the spatial rift.
Like a sea anemone hunting, those hands moved rhythmically, opening and closing gradually, like countless tentacles, grasping towards the dim blue moon.
Roar—
The moon let out a silent howl.
Countless pupils spun wildly, the moonlight cold and eerie, blocking the approach of those withered hands.
Though no sound reached him, at that moment, Mu’en felt as if his very soul was being torn apart by the invisible shockwaves.
Fortunately, the crimson flames within him seemed to be fueled the moment the King of Withering appeared, burning even more fiercely, helping him to counteract most of the adverse effects.
Yet Mu’en still grimaced, turning to give the moon the finger.
“Damn it, King of Withering!”
[Hmph.]
Mu’en faintly heard a cold, indifferent snort.
Suddenly, crimson flames ignited upon those withered, charred hands.
Though the flames appeared no different from his own, Mu’en could clearly sense that the crimson flames on those hands were terrifyingly more potent than his.
As the crimson flames burned, like hot oil splashed into cold water, the dim blue moonlight trembled violently, and those withered, charred hands drew ever closer to the blue moon’s essence.
Without any surprise, the King of Withering held absolute advantage.
Though this was merely a projection of the Silent Moon, the King of Withering was certainly not the original.
The Evil God’s true form cannot descend into the mortal realm; this is a decisive rule. Otherwise, the Silent Night would not be forced to abandon its divinity and body to descend by any means.
However, even as a projection, the King of Withering had been continuously gathering strength before this, and even his followers had fallen into silence during this event.
The Silent Moon, in stark contrast, was constantly stirring things up in pursuit of a way back, unknowingly exhausting a tremendous amount of its own power. In such a state, even if it shared the same rank and was but a projection, how could it possibly stand against the King of Withering?
At this moment, as if to validate Mu En’s thoughts, countless withered hands had already grasped the blue moon itself, dragging it relentlessly toward the other end of space.
Combined with the excited large eye on the other side of the rift, Mu En seemed to see a burly man grinning maliciously as he forcefully pulled a blue-haired little girl out.
Come, come out and play something fun with Uncle…
This scene inexplicably felt a bit absurd…
Mu En twitched his lips, suppressing this strange thought, still not daring to let his guard down.
The moon would not give up so easily.
Sure enough, under the touch of the King of Withering… oh no, I mean, under the relentless dragging of countless withered hands, the radiance of the Silent Moon surged violently, shaking fiercely, and it briefly broke free from the King of Withering’s grasp.
Then, a terrifying force gathered, rushing toward… Mu En.
Mu En’s eyes widened instantly, the death warning in his mind buzzing again.
He never expected that at this moment, when he was about to be literally dragged away and completely consumed by the King of Withering, the Silent Moon would not turn to fight back but would instead attack him?
What grudge or resentment was this!
Wasn’t it just that he accidentally let the black book reveal your weakness to the King of Withering, causing you to be hunted down by him?
Is that necessary?
It wasn’t intentional!
If you want to blame someone, go find the God of Love!
Mu En fluffed up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face pale.
But he couldn’t just sit back and wait. Under the restraint of the King of Withering, the Silent Moon couldn’t unleash its divine might as recklessly as before; its current power was just a small fraction. Therefore, if he exerted all his strength, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope!
With that thought, Mu En gritted his teeth, igniting the newly born crimson flames within him to burn even more fiercely.
Just a moment, as long as he could withstand for a moment.
The King of Withering would surely seize this flaw and deliver a fatal blow to the Silent Moon!
However, just when Mu En held his breath and braced himself, that gathering force imbued with the power of the evil god, like a wisp of ethereal mist, suddenly turned in mid-air.
It did not attack Mu En, but fell toward… Anna beside him.
The target of the Silent Moon was actually his senior!
Mu En’s expression twisted in an instant; he never expected that in such a short time, the Silent Moon had learned his tactic of feinting and was now applying it directly!
The killing intent of the Silent Night was too real, even triggering the death warning, causing Mu En to completely overlook this possibility.
Damn it!
Mu En turned without hesitation, lunging toward Anna behind him.
With the help of the phantom of Aesop just now, he was right next to Anna.
But this mere half-meter distance felt like an insurmountable chasm to Mu En at this moment.
The moonlight fell, gently covering Anna, lifting her up once more.
Mu En suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze bloodshot, as crimson flames engulfed him. He was actually prepared to charge into that cold moonlight, which contained endless intent of destruction, with his flesh and blood.
Having come this far, how could I let you take away my senior sister again!!
Mu En roared wildly in his heart, instinctively closing his eyes, ready to face the impending agony, even death.
Yet, the despair he anticipated did not come.
In that fleeting moment, Mu En seemed to hear the sound of something breaking through the air amidst the countless noises.
Like a sharp weapon, it tore through the atmosphere.
Huh?
Mu En, as he wished, embraced that body, which was not soft at this moment, into his arms.
He looked up in confusion and then saw.
At the very center of that massive blue full moon, there was an inconspicuous… arrow.
The arrow, as if forged from crystal, shimmered brilliantly under the moonlight, exquisite beyond compare.
But the moment it pierced through the blue moon, tiny lines, like threads of blood, instantly spread out from the arrowhead.
Like… deadly poison.
With the intent of a “certain kill”… deadly poison.
Under that deadly poison, the endless cool moonlight began to gradually dissipate!
That was… the Stone of Truth!
Countless scarlet pupils of the Silent Moon suddenly turned, all glaring at the crack torn open by the power of the Withered King in the dark moon mist.
Through that crack, one could see an old man, covered in age spots, holding a crossbow, a brilliant crown atop his head, piercing through the influence of the solar corona and moonlight with the near-divine power of a crowned one, shooting this guaranteed arrow.
“How does it feel, Moon?”
The old man, with murky eyes, gazed through the crack at the Silent Moon and said with a smile:
“As an old man with one foot in the coffin, the suppressed resentment and anger I’ve held for so long, is it strong enough?”