Chapter 764: Silver Moon Light
Deep Dragons—born cunning and selfish—had scarcely seen their companion Death vanish before they turned tail and fled, bolting back the way they came. With a flick of their tails, they unleashed a thick cloud of Poison Mist, shrouding their retreat and blinding the pursuers’ vision.
But the Half-Elf Holy Knight would not allow such a chance.
Swish—
A blade of light, dozens of meters long, flashed through the air—cutting clean through the Poison Mist, carving a wide gap in the haze.
Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Ria surged forward, her avatar now that of an Avenging Angel. She closed the distance in an instant, overtaking one of the fleeing Deep Dragons and positioning herself just twenty meters behind it.
Panicked, the beast flailed its wings and lashed out with its tail—thick with venomous spines—trying to hurl Ria from the sky.
But Ria remained calm. With a delicate flick of her wings, she blurred into an afterimage, swooping past the whip-like tail with effortless grace. Then, in a single, sweeping motion, she brought down her sword—its blade glowing with a deep, twilight radiance.
Spines—crack!
A wet, tearing sound split the air as foul blood erupted in a spray. The entire wing was severed in one stroke. The dragon lost balance mid-flight, spiraling downward in a shriek of agony, its cries echoing across the sky.
Ria tucked her wings close, gripping her Silver Sword with both hands, its tip aimed at the ground. She plunged downward in a thunderous dive.
Boom!
The Deep Dragon crashed into the earth with a force that sent shockwaves through the ground, carving out a crater over ten meters wide. Dust billowed, debris scattered in all directions. The creature lay broken and bleeding, its bones shattered from the impact, writhing in pain, howling in despair.
But then—silence.
Ria descended from above, her Silver Sword flashing like a silver bolt. She plunged it straight through the dragon’s skull, ending its wretched life instantly. The beast’s body was pinned to the ground, lifeless.
She withdrew the blade, giving it a sharp flick. The sword flared with pure light, purifying the blood-stained edge in an instant. The blade returned to its pristine, gleaming state.
“Two left,” she said, lifting her head toward the distant horizon, where two more Deep Dragons fled in full retreat.
These Subterranean Dragons were no mindless beasts. They were true dragons—intelligent, strong, their minds and power on par with even the weakest of the Five-Colored Dragons, the White Dragon. Seeing their kin fall, they understood the true scale of their enemy’s strength. No longer arrogant, they split apart, fleeing toward the Abyssal Gate in panic.
But then—a golden figure descended from the heavens, blazing with fire, moving at impossible speed. In the blink of an eye, he caught up to one of them—Titus, the “Wings of Dawn.”
Boom!
A searing fireball erupted from Titus’s maw, engulfing half the dragon’s body in instant flame. The beast shrieked, tumbling through the air, barely able to maintain flight.
Titus didn’t let up. He lunged forward, one massive claw slamming into the dragon’s side, sending it flying like a ragdoll.
The dragon spun through the air, stars flashing before its eyes, disoriented and dizzy. It crashed headfirst into the thick chest of the Ancient Gold Dragon.
Titus opened his jaws wide. A torrent of molten fire surged from his throat, engulfing the dragon’s face. The monstrous head twisted and shriveled in the flames, melting into blackened ash, reeking of burnt meat.
The dragon’s corpse plummeted to the ground, crashing with a thunderous crack, crushing dozens of spider-like creatures beneath it.
Howl!
The final dragon, seeing its kin fall one after another, let out a cry of pure terror. Ignoring the furious roars of the Spiderified Elf Elder, it charged blindly toward the Abyssal Gate.
But a familiar figure stood in its path.
Silver armor gleaming, black wings spread wide—Ria, the Revenge Holy Knight.
The Deep Dragon’s eyes widened in despair. It pleaded, voice trembling:
“Half-Elf… spare me! We have no grudge! I’ll serve you, I swear!”
“No grudge?” Ria’s voice was cold as ice. Behind her, the phantoms of a hundred Silver Moon Elves materialized—ghosts of soldiers who had died beneath the Poison Mist. Their final wills, burning with vengeance, had coalesced into a seething flame of retribution—the Soul of Retribution.
“Funny,” she said, “You monsters have no right to live. You’ll pay with your life force.”
With a roar, she swung her Silver Sword. The Soul of Retribution surged forward, its power overwhelming the dragon’s spirit, slowing its movements to a crawl.
Swish—
Blood sprayed. The dragon’s head flew into the air, and its lifeless body crashed to the ground, crushing over a hundred monsters beneath it—piling up like a mountain, blocking the Abyssal Gate’s exit.
But thousands of monsters surged forward, a flood of darkness, overwhelming in number, seeking to crush the Half-Elf Holy Knight with sheer force.
Ria showed no fear. Her expression was unwavering. She raised her sword high.
Sacred Light Wheel!
A twilight glow erupted from the blade, expanding rapidly into a massive, luminous wheel that swallowed the space within nearly a hundred meters. Any monster caught within the circle burst into flames, their bodies emitting black smoke and screaming in agony—like vampires exposed to sunlight. In moments, they were reduced to charred remains.
Then, from above, a thunderous roar shook the sky.
The Ancient Gold Dragon spread his wings, casting a shadow like a storm. He dove toward the earth, unleashing a cone of fire from his maw. Within seconds, the area around him became a sea of flames, incinerating countless Abyssal monsters.
“Hurry! Seal the Abyssal Gate! Use the Silver Moon Divine Power!” Titus bellowed.
Several Abyssal Drakes closed in from different angles, forcing Titus to fire bursts of flame to keep them at bay. Their relentless attacks kept the Ancient Gold Dragon on edge, and the battle entered a stalemate.
Of course, Titus—Kai Xiusu—could have ended it instantly. A single pulse of his Ancestral Aura of Intimidation would have shattered their wills. But there was no need. He didn’t wish to reveal his full strength yet.
At this moment, Kai Xiusu only needed to maintain the image of a dutiful Justice Guardian—earn Queen Catherine’s trust, and become the Hero of Serrynia’s coup.
Heeding the Ancient Gold Dragon’s call, Ria cut through the monsters before her and charged toward the distant Abyssal Gate.
“Stop her!” The Spiderified Elf Elder roared, raising his staff. Thick, sticky strands of spider silk erupted from the air, forming a web across Ria’s path. Thousands of toxic spiders climbed the threads, swarming toward her.
But Ria tightened her grip on her sword. Divine energy surged from her body, distorting the surrounding magic. The toxic spiders couldn’t close the distance—her presence alone repelled them.
[Power Aura Ring]
She smeared oil on her blade. As the tip scraped the air, it ignited—burning with a fiery silver flame. The sword slashed through the air, cutting through the silk with ease. Fire spread along the threads, consuming them in seconds.
The barrier was gone.
Ria flared her wings and soared toward the Abyssal Gate—now blocked by the corpse of the first Deep Dragon.
Her eyes blazed with inner light. The divine power that belonged only to the Chosen One surged through her, flowing down her arm and into her sword. The longsword began to radiate a silver moonlight.
“Get back—where you came from!”
With a thunderous swing, she split the dragon’s corpse in two. Silver light poured from the heavens, striking the Abyssal Gate.
Divine Supremacy Slash!
The gate trembled. Black mist writhed from its surface as it shrank, its monstrous occupants dissolving into ash under the holy light. The gate collapsed into a tiny, dark dot—then vanished entirely from the Material Plane.
The Sacred Tree Branches, cleansed by the Radiance, returned to their pure, untouched state.
“Excellent work!” Ria turned, her gaze sweeping the battlefield.
Above, the sky was thick with Abyssal Drakes, Deep Dragons, and Shadow Dragons—forming a regiment of dark clouds. The Ancient Gold Dragon, like the sun beneath storm clouds, fought fiercely, unleashing wave after wave of flame, striving to push light onto the earth.
From afar, warriors from the heavens sounded their horns. Clad in golden armor that shimmered with divine light, they charged toward the demonic dragons, relieving some of the pressure on the Ancient Gold Dragon.
“Titus, sir!” Ria spread her wings and joined the fray, cutting through the ranks of evil dragons with the precision of a storm.
At the Elven Queen’s side, the Mage from the Arcane Hermitage stood still, observing the Blood Moon and the barrier with a thoughtful expression.
“It’s weakening,” he murmured. “The Image Projection from the Dark Deity is fading. These Abyssal Gates, these abominations—they are anchors. The so-called ‘Octo-Armed Mother Goddess’ uses them to tether her influence to the Material Plane.”
A spark of excitement lit in his eyes.
“If we destroy all the anchors… she will lose the ability to directly interfere.”
“And the most critical, original anchor… is within the Sacred Tree.”
“Excellent,” the Queen said, her eyes opening. Her pupils gleamed with radiant silver light—two full moons, pure and sacred.
For a moment, she seemed no longer mortal. She was the living avatar of divine will.
“My people,” she declared, raising her Scepter. “By the name of King of Serrynia, I command you: Shut down the Abyssal Gates. Attack the Sacred Tree’s True Form!”
“The Merciful Goddess of the Silver Moon is watching us!”
Her voice rang across the battlefield, dignified and powerful, echoing through the air.
Instantly, every Silver Moon Elf felt a surge of strength—light, as if a divine force had awakened within them. Their swords glowed faintly, their armor shimmered, and their hearts burned with unyielding resolve.
This was the blessing of Shahanini—Goddess of the Silver Moon, Mother of Serrynia.
Under the protection of the Divine Being, the Allied Forces surged forward, their battle intensity soaring. The scales of victory tipped decisively in their favor.
High above, the wrath of the Gold Dragon consumed several Abyssal Drakes. They screamed as they burned, falling from the sky.
The Half-Elf Holy Knight danced through the air, slashing with silver light. Hundreds of glowing blades crisscrossed, severing limbs and spraying blood across the earth.
Celestial Legion angels raised their holy weapons, joining the battle in the sky, tearing open the dark clouds with divine fury.
The Rangers and Rogues of the Lute Players’ Alliance darted across the battlefield—dagger strikes to the spines, arrows flying like death itself. Mellisandra nocked an arrow imbued with Hurricane magic.
Swish—
A howling wind tore through the air. The arrow cut through everything in its path, shredding through hundreds of spider creatures. Limbs and shattered shells scattered across the ground.
This was the power of a Legendary Ranger’s arrow.
Mellisandra raised her hand. “Lutehand, attack!”
The cloaked Rangers moved like shadows, charging forward with Silver Moon Discs given by the Elven Allies.
“Damn humans! Rend them!” The Spiderified Elf Elder screamed, pounding the ground with his staff. Several Demon Spiders answered his call.
But then—his voice cut off.
A tiny red hole appeared between his brows. A single, slender arrow pierced his skull. His eyes widened in disbelief. He collapsed, brain matter and blood staining the earth.
Behind him, the arrow remained embedded deep in the Sacred Tree’s trunk.
Mellisandra didn’t pause. She fired again and again—arrows screaming through the air, each one tearing through the heads of the Demon Spiders. They never had time to scream. They died instantly.
“Go back to the Abyss!”
A Ranger leapt into the air, ignoring the monsters clawing at him. He pressed the Silver Moon Disc onto the Abyssal Gate.
Light exploded.
Silver radiance flooded the earth. The spider creatures shrieked in agony, their bodies burning, writhing as they lost life. The gate shrank, then vanished—a tiny dark dot.
Another Abyssal Gate sealed.
On the other side of the battlefield, Zhen led his hundred Dwarven Cavalry in a charge. His Pillar of Stone Hammer blazed with power as a massive stone pillar erupted from the ground, obliterating every monster around the gate.
Under Queen Catherine’s support and the Silver Moon Goddess’s protection, the same scene repeated across the field—Abyssal Gates sealed, Sacred Tree parts purified.
Catherine raised her Scepter. Her voice rang clear across the battlefield:
“For the merciful and mighty Goddess of the Silver Moon—Reclaim the Sacred Tree!”
“For Justice!”
“Now is the time! Let them feel our will and strength! Justice endures!”
The Ancient Gold Dragon hovered high above, blowing his horn—crafted from leg bones of ancient beasts. The deep, resonant sound echoed across the land.
“For Shahanini! For Serrynia!”
“For Justice!”
The tens of thousands of Allied Forces soldiers roared in unison, charging forward with unstoppable fury—like a colossal tidal wave of righteous force.
“No… no, you’re all traitors. Enemies of Serrynia.”
Seron stood atop the Sacred Tree, watching it all. He shook his head, muttering.
Would the Elders’ Council—centuries of rule—end like this?
No. He would not allow it.
Only he deserved to lead the Silver Moon Elves. Only he, Seron, could guide them to eternal glory.
His face twisted into something monstrous—fierce, cunning, like a beast born of darkness.
(End of Chapter)
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