Chapter 219: The Weeping Serpent (Part 9)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 219: The Weeping Serpent (Part 9)
Pitch-black mist, like the night itself, shrouded Muen’s vision.
Muen looked around, but he could see nothing except a deathly, absolute blackness.
He tried to spread his perception, but it was instantly scattered by an invisible force. He could sense nothing at all.
"Is this... the true Dark Moon Mist?"
Muen murmured instinctively, but as soon as he spoke, he froze.
He couldn't hear his own voice.
From the moment he stepped into this dark mist, it was as if he had entered a realm of total silence.
His vision was blocked.
His hearing was blocked.
His perception was blocked.
There was no point in even trying his sense of smell; so many people had died here, yet he couldn't catch even a hint of an odor.
Even his sense of touch...
Muen tried taking a few steps. This should have been uneven, open ground, but now he felt as if he were walking on an absolute plane, with no landmarks to determine his position.
His five senses, along with his magical perception, were all sealed.
Is this the Dark Moon Mist that is said to isolate everything? No wonder it was claimed that even a Crown Bearer would lose their way if they dared to enter.
As long as one remained within the realm of humanity, encountering such a situation would likely leave them utterly helpless. They might even be quickly crushed by the terror of this eternal, silent darkness, driven mad, and eventually sink into it forever.
So, does the fact that I’m not panicking at all in the face of this pure darkness mean I’m no longer within the realm of humanity?
Muen thought for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
Then, a crimson flame suddenly ignited in his palm.
The moment the Crimson Flame appeared, the black mist churned violently as if it had encountered a natural enemy. The darkness in front of Muen was instantly dispelled... for exactly one meter.
Only that much?
Muen couldn't help but frown.
A one-meter radius, and even that was constantly shrinking. For a mist of unknown proportions, this was negligible, let alone enough to find a way out.
Should I use more fire?
No, that would likely be a waste of strength.
After all, this wasn't some petty trick conjured by a Banshee that would vanish with a single spark. This was the Dark Moon Mist personally deployed by the Silent Moon to ensure the success of the Descent. How could it be completely dispelled by the Divine Blessing power within his body alone?
Although the Silent Moon’s actions so far had been rather contemptible, He was still an Evil God of the same status as the Withered King. His power was on the same level as the Withered King’s Crimson Flame; there was no absolute counter-relationship between them.
He had to find another way.
Another way...
Muen’s heart stirred. He tapped the hilt of Elizabeth with his finger and silently walked forward for a distance.
Black Book.
Muen called out softly in his mind.
The Black Book emerged from the depths of his consciousness, slowly falling open.
However, Muen wasn't looking to ask a question this time. He was after the Black Book’s most fundamental ability—its absolute, "objective" record.
The pages turned soundlessly, stopping at the entry recording Muen’s current actions.
[Muen Campbell took three steps forward, four steps to the left, six steps to the left, and five steps to the left, ultimately returning to his original position.]
Back to the start...
But I was walking straight forward the whole time.
"I see. So this mist really does interfere with my movements to a certain extent." Muen quickly realized the truth.
Deprived of his five senses, he was no different from a marionette being toyed with inside this mist.
But the Silent Moon likely never expected that someone within this Dark Moon Mist would still be able to find a reference point to guide their way.
Muen took a step forward.
[Muen Campbell took one step forward.]
Muen took another step forward.
[Muen Campbell took one step to the left.]
Muen retracted his foot and changed direction.
[Muen Campbell took one step to the right.]
He changed direction again.
[Muen Campbell took one step forward.]
It works!
Muen’s eyes lit up.
Using the Black Book as his reference, Muen constantly corrected his direction, moving steadily and straight forward.
The dark mist suddenly began to churn violently again. This time, Muen didn't use the Crimson Flame, but he could clearly feel the agitation and unease emanating from the endless black fog.
"It seems I've arrived."
A smile played on Muen’s lips, and then he erupted!
Infinite Crimson Flames burst from his body once more, carrying supreme light and heat, forcibly tearing through the final layer of the Dark Moon Mist!
The mist vanished.
The world turned bright.
Clear moonlight spilled down, decorating everything like a legendary Sanctuary where fairies dwelt.
Muen had no time to appreciate the beauty. At first glance, his gaze fell upon the center of the collapsed altar.
The girl in purple had her eyes tightly shut, her brow slightly furrowed. She floated quietly beneath the pure moonlight, her dress fluttering like the wings of a dancing butterfly.
"Senior..."
Muen called out softly.
But in the next instant, his pupils shrank, and his heart nearly stopped.
He saw snake scales covering Anna’s skin, and he saw a thick, long serpent tail emerging from beneath her skirt.
"This is..."
At this moment, Anna had clearly transformed completely into a Snake Person, the symbol of the Silent Moon’s retainers.
Muen inexplicably remembered what the Banshee had said earlier:
[Muen Campbell, perhaps letting you see what she looks like now with your own eyes will be even more exciting.]
This was the Banshee’s malice. Seeing the girl he liked turned into this hideous form—something that could no longer even be called human—anyone would feel as if a knife were being twisted in their heart. It would be impossible to remain calm.
"But so what?"
Muen took a deep breath, suppressing all the rage that threatened his sanity into the deepest part of his heart.
"No matter what Senior becomes, no matter if there is a cure for the Snake Transformation Disease or not, I will save her. I don't care who stands in my way.
So—"
Muen looked up, staring at the massive blue moon that could only be seen clearly from within this space—a moon that occupied nearly his entire field of vision. His face contorted as he roared:
"Silent Moon, get your filthy hands off my Senior!"
Muen’s roar was exceptionally clear in this desolate space.
But the only response he received was still deathly silence.
The Moon didn't even bother to cast a trivial glance toward him.
It made sense. Even if Muen had pierced through layers of dark mist, in the eyes of the Moon, he was nothing more than an ant imbued with a bit of special power by a rival.
Since he was an ant, how could he be worthy of the God’s personal attention?
Muen seemed to hear a disdainful sneer.
Outside the altar, the blood pool suddenly began to churn.
One withered corpse after another crawled out of the blood, carrying endless hatred and pain as they blocked Muen’s path.
"I see..."
Muen lowered his eyes, saying nothing more.
He didn't show any anger at this obvious contempt.
He simply gripped Elizabeth tightly and then... charged into the surging tide of corpses!
Perhaps in the eyes of the Silent Moon, he was just an insect.
But this high and mighty deity probably didn't know one thing.
When an insect bites, it still hurts!