The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 225
3. The Fallen Moon (Part Two)
“Respect for the elderly is one thing, but what about cherishing the young?!” Hezikaia puffed his cheeks in indignation.
“What?”
Melara looked at him in shock, “You’re over four hundred years old and still trying to act young—how shameless!”
“You…”
Hezikaia nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Who’s acting young?
The one who loves to pretend to be young the most in this world is none other than you, old sir?
Who’s being shameless now!
Hechikaya was left speechless, yet helpless.
Before him, the thousand-year-old loli was merely a projection; he couldn’t truly fight her.
And at this moment…
Hechikaya took a deep breath, no longer arguing with Meila, his gaze continued to sweep around, searching for an opportunity.
But just as he was about to make a move on a new fragment of divine body, his expression changed in an instant.
Without bothering to choose, he directly collected the nearest fragment of body into his possession, stepping through the golden door and quickly disappearing from the spot.
The crow fled far away, while the white dove panicked.
The old rat gained nothing, muttering a curse under his breath, and also slipped away quickly, showing no signs of reluctance.
Meila was even more decisive, the first to react among everyone. After throwing the fragment into the distorted space, she directly dispersed this projection.
In the void, only the Withering King remained, slowly devouring the authority of the moon step by step.
But suddenly, that enormous, fierce pupil shook violently, abruptly lifting its gaze, filled with rage, staring into the depths of the void.
The emptiness, higher and more distant than the Withering King’s position, suddenly grew profound, as if endless ink was splashed upon a canvas.
Against the deep backdrop, stars twinkled, yet those stars carried an inexplicable eeriness.
A will, equal to that of the Withering King, drifted among the countless stars, like a shadow obscuring the void, and then… it suddenly descended!
The Evil God, Lord of Stars!
As if sensing a threat, the endless crimson flames of the Withering King surged upwards, confronting that terrifying will, like a beast baring its teeth at an unwelcome intruder.
But in the next moment, it seemed the Withering King sensed something, countless emaciated hands turned in another direction.
In the void, flowers bloomed.
One after another, swaying crimson flowers blossomed in the empty space, paving a magnificent river of blossoms.
Then came the grass.
The trees.
The scarlet fields.
The grotesque fruits and infinitely proliferating food displayed a chillingly overwhelming vitality.
And upon that river of flowers, a woman in a black dress swayed, her face obscured, stepping barefoot, slowly approaching.
She seemed to lower her head, lovingly gazing at the swaddling in her arms, as deep as an abyss.
The Evil God, Mother of Abundance!
But this was not the end.
A giant golden tree had taken root here at an unknown time.
The giant tree is so vast that its end is hard to behold.
An incomparably holy aura spreads from the giant tree, as if a pure divine spirit has been born; amidst the swaying branches and leaves, it seems capable of purifying all filth.
But if one were to gaze through that pure golden light and glimpse the true form of the giant tree, one would see countless white bones hanging, innumerable corpses rotting, and countless souls wailing.
Evil God · Fallen Sacred Tree!
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It turns out that those who intended to pick up the scraps were not merely the human ants whom He looked down upon. At this moment, three unexpected evil gods have descended upon this place.
No, not just three.
The King of Withering’s gaze fell further away, where it seemed white feathers were scattered, and holy melodies resonated. A grotesque fleshball, whose shape was hard to describe, dared not come too close, lingering at the edge.
Evil God’s Shame · God of Corruption and Love!
How the hell did he come here too!
The King of Withering was furious, the crimson flames surged, and countless emaciated hands, wrapped in shadows of red earth, suddenly… recoiled.
No longer able to take his time, the King of Withering directly tore apart the remaining body of the Silent Moon, his emaciated hands clasping around the core of that brilliantly dazzling authority.
Then, at that moment, the King of Withering finally realized something was wrong.
The core of authority he had painstakingly acquired after killing the Silent Moon… was actually incomplete?
If the authority was incomplete, it could not achieve the effect he desired.
Who the hell did this! Who did it!
The King of Withering’s gaze swept around… it certainly couldn’t be them.
However, at this moment, the King of Withering had no time to investigate this issue. Under the pressure of three… oh no, four wills of evil gods, he had no chance of a hard fight.
Grasping the dazzling core of authority, the King of Withering suddenly retracted countless emaciated hands, as if closing flower petals, quickly sinking into the depths of the void before the wills and authorities descended to seal this place.
The several evil gods chose not to pursue the King of Withering.
Their authorities were incompatible with that of the Silent Moon, for even if they snatched it, it would be of no use.
Thus, what was more enticing to them than the relatively useless core of authority was…
This divine body!
Even though some ants had taken a bit of something from it earlier, for the massive divine body of the Silent Moon, it was merely scraps.
Therefore, the wills of the several evil gods slowly approached, and as if in tacit agreement, each divided different positions.
A gluttonous feast among the evil gods silently unfolded.
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…
The golden doors swung open, and Hezikaia returned to the sanctuary of the Church of Life.
But at this moment, he was clearly a bit disheveled; that pure white divine robe had become tattered, and the beard on his chest was singed and charred.
But fortunately…
“It wasn’t all in vain.”
Hechikaya glanced at his sleeve, and even his usually indifferent gaze couldn’t help but show a hint of joy at this moment.
The fragments of the dark god’s divine body were still fragments that could be studied at will, an unprecedented great harvest in the millennia-long history of the Church of Life.
Yet just the thought that he could have achieved even greater gains, if not for someone… made the corners of Hechikaya’s eyes twitch involuntarily.
“However… the moon is ultimately gone for good.”
Hechikaya pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and lightly waved it, restoring the purity and sanctity of his divine robe.
“Come here.”
“Yes, Your Majesty, what is your command?” A bishop was already waiting outside the grand hall.
“Have the Mechanism Sanctuary create a new moon to hang in the sky. I don’t want those wandering bards to come running to my church in a frenzy after discovering the moon is missing at night.”
“Understood.”
“By the way.”
As if recalling something, Hechikaya suddenly asked:
“I heard that the Grand Sorcerer Meladomir has taken on a new disciple?”
“Um…”
The bishop hesitated for a moment. “There are rumors about this, but they circulate among only a small number of people, and I cannot verify their authenticity.”
“The fewer people who spread it, the more likely it is to be true.”
A faint smile curved Hechikaya’s lips as he said lightly:
“Bring me that fellow’s information. I want to see what kind of exceptional talent could possibly earn the favor of Meladomir.”
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At St. Maria Academy, atop the bell tower.
Melara, rarely leaving the sea of flowers, was here admiring the moon.
Although the sky was already bright and there could be no moon above, Teacher Melara still extended her small hand, gently caressing the air before her, as if truly tenderly stroking that bright moon.
“The moonlight is so beautiful…”
She murmured, like a lamenting song:
“Too bad it can no longer be seen.”
“But speaking of which…”
After mourning the lost moon, Melara lowered her gaze, looking far into the distance at the lingering mist of the dark moon, and sighed with deep regret:
“Those two even knocked their heads together over that thing, and in the end, it turned out to benefit that little girl who merely took a nap?”
“Not right, the real cheap one is that kid.”
“Hehe, this is getting interesting.”