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Chapter 770: Sword and the Final Confrontation
Ria stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief, trembling as she whispered, “Kill Death Catherine His Majesty? This… this is impossible.”
“No! You’re inciting discord! You’re lying to me!”
The Half-Elf Holy Knight roared in fury, raising his Longsword high, its blade pointed like a dagger at the distant Ros Avatar.
“There’s no need to lie to a pitiful Mortal,” Ros replied with a faint, mocking smile, her gaze dripping with contempt. “Just wait and see as your beloved Queen is massacred by her own hands. After all… you don’t have much time left.”
Ria clenched her teeth, her grip on the Silver Sword trembling. She turned her head toward Catherine. The Black Rose Mark on her neck pulsed with thick, inky Black Mist—like a serpent coiling to awaken.
She knew, deep in her bones, that Ros spoke the truth.
The chaotic Divine Power within Catherine continued to swell, growing stronger with every passing second. Once the Silver Moon Divine Power’s suppression vanished, the fusion of all the Deities’ power would transform the Elven Queen into a terrifying Divine Abomination. And when that happened… it would be too late.
“Catherine…”
Ria stared at the familiar, beautiful face—so serene, so beloved—her heart torn between duty and grief.
Was she truly meant to kill Death Catherine? The very queen she had once sworn allegiance to?
The Ancient Gold Dragon strained to maintain his Dragon’s Grasp, letting out a long, mournful sigh. “Ria… follow your heart. We don’t have much time.”
Emerson clutched his Staff with trembling hands, his forehead veined from the strain of overusing his mind. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Ria. “Hurry, Lady Ria! That power… it’s too overwhelming! I can’t endure it much longer!”
Pressure crushed down on Ria’s chest. Her mind raced—Serrynia was in peril, the Queen had fallen into madness, and the awakening was imminent.
She knew: if Catherine still had a shred of consciousness, she would never want to become a weapon in the Spider Empress’s hands.
In the end, resolve settled within her.
Ria took a deep breath. Pure Moonlight Divine Power surged through her remaining right arm, flowing into the Silver Sword. The blade flared with radiant brilliance, glowing like captured starlight.
Divine Power Sword.
If this blade pierced the heart of a Semi-God, even they would not survive.
“Catherine His Majesty… rest in peace. You shall go as a Hero.”
With unbearable sorrow, a heartbreak that pierced her soul, Ria drove the Silver Sword forward—its tip aimed straight at Catherine’s heart.
At that very moment, Ros’s lips curled into a smile of rapturous anticipation. Her fingers twitched, and one of the Root Spider Silks snapped with a sharp twang.
“Mortal Entity,” she hissed, voice like rusted steel. “I told you—watch as your most trusted ally kills you with their own hands!”
“Let me enjoy this masterpiece.”
And then—Catherine’s eyes flew open.
Her gaze, once clouded with crimson madness, cleared. No longer bloodshot. No longer wild. Only confusion remained—like someone waking from a long, endless nightmare.
In that dream, she had slaughtered endless monsters, never stopping, never dying.
She stared at Ria—her wounds, her empty arm, the Silver Sword now aimed at her chest—and her pupils widened in shock. Her breath caught.
She looked down at her own hands, stained red. She felt the Chaos Divine Power, still raging within her—oppressive, suffocating.
And in an instant, she understood.
She had been controlled. She had turned on her comrades. She had even destroyed Ria’s arm with her own hands.
“What… have I done?” Catherine’s throat trembled, her voice thick with guilt and self-loathing.
Perceiving Catherine’s awakening, Ria slowed her advance. Tears welled in her eyes. She whispered, “His Majesty… I’m sorry.”
Ros’s cruel, venomous laughter echoed in Catherine’s ears—directly in her mind, impossible to shake.
“Look, Catherine! This is your most trusted subordinate! Your most loyal dog! These traitors will stab you the moment you’re weak!”
“But you still have a choice. Submit to me. Abandon Shahanini—she’s a worthless wretch—and become my Chosen One! I’ll grant you power beyond imagining, and you can slaughter every one of these betrayers!”
“Dream on!” Catherine raged inwardly. Even if I die, I will never join forces with such a filth-ridden abomination!
The thought of descending into madness again—becoming a blood-stained executioner, killing her own people—sent a cold fire through her soul.
In that instant, she made her choice.
Even if it meant death… she would not become the Spider Empress’s tool.
In front of all eyes, Catherine suddenly stretched out her arm, her delicate, white fingers grasping the Silver Sword. With a final surge of strength, she leaned forward—driving the glowing blade deep into her own chest.
Thwack.
The sharp, clean sound of flesh piercing echoed through the air. The Silver Sword plunged straight through her heart, the blade buried deep in her pulsing organ.
Warm blood gushed from her chest, unstoppable.
“Catherine His Majesty!”
Ria stood motionless, her voice choked with grief and shock. It felt as if a heavy hammer had struck her. Her hand松开, the sword falling from her grasp.
Catherine, with her last breath, lifted her bloodied hand, her voice weak but clear:
“I’m… sorry.
I couldn’t… keep my vow.”
Ria dropped to her knees, cradling Catherine in her arms. Tears poured down her face like a relentless flood, streaming over her cheeks and falling like rain.
The beautiful Elven Queen lay still in a pool of blood, her life extinguished.
A heavy silence, thick with sorrow, settled over the air. Elf, Dwarf, Human, Dragon—all mourned the loss of their King. And in that mourning, they mourned their own fates. Despair spread like a shadow across every heart.
Crimson-red webs stretched across the sky, blanketing the entire Elvenwood Forest. Monstrous spider creatures scuttled everywhere—clearly, this was the end.
And the only one who could have broken the Darkness Bind… was dead.
The Ancient Gold Dragon Titus lowered his head, letting out another mournful sigh. “Catherine His Majesty was a fearless queen. History will remember her contributions… and our struggle.”
Kai Xiusu, though wearing a mask of sorrow, felt no real grief. His confidence was absolute. He had already predicted the course of events.
In this coup of Serrynia, he had held back—watching, waiting, letting history unfold as it should. Now, even if Catherine “died,” it meant nothing to him.
It all fits now.
In his memory, Catherine was not only the Silver Moon Queen—she was also known as The Miracle Master, Heart of the Moon, The Reborn.
And Ria, the Half-Elf Holy Knight, bore the title Left Hand of the Moon Goddess.
For Kai Xiusu—indeed, for Titus—this moment of deepest despair was the perfect opportunity to build goodwill in the Good Alignment.
With a dignified roar, the Ancient Gold Dragon surveyed the battlefield.
“Fellow warriors! This is not the end!”
“Will you stand by and watch these abominations trample your lands? Will you become the cowards in the ballads—scared of the Dark Deity?”
“Even if we face a true God, we fight! We fight until death! For Catherine His Majesty’s revenge!”
His words struck deep. The Silver Moon Elves, first, roared in anguish, their voices raw and desperate—ready to give their lives to avenge their queen.
“For Catherine His Majesty!”
The Dwarves and Humans, moved by the fire in their hearts, joined in. Soon, tens of thousands of Allied Forces soldiers raised their weapons, their battle cries thundering like waves across the land.
“Not death until victory!”
“For Catherine His Majesty’s revenge!”
Under the blood-red full moon, beneath a dark, starless sky, the soldiers raised torches high—becoming the only light in this endless black forest.
Ria slowly lifted her head. Her tears had dried. Her eyes, once filled with sorrow, now burned with icy fury.
The sorrow of the lost is the fire of the determined.
Catherine’s sacrifice had left them with no escape. The forest was sealed by magic webs. Space itself was blocked. They were cornered.
But they would not surrender.
They would fight—die on the battlefield, rather than be consumed by the Abyss.
And among them, the Silver Moon Elves, the Dwarves, the Humans who had come from afar to support Serrynia—these were all warriors of justice. Their morale soared. They let out mighty, soul-shattering battle cries and charged into the horde of spiders, clashing, tearing, slaughtering.
“I’ll smash this disgusting beast into pulp!”
A Dwarf warrior swung his Heavy Hammer with all his might, crushing the head of a giant abomination spider. Shattered carapace and filthy venom sprayed everywhere.
But before he could celebrate, a Demon Spider lunged from behind, its razor-like legs piercing his chest. Bloodied limbs emerged through his back, impaling him.
Yet the Dwarf roared, mouth full of blood, twisting his body in agony—his hammer still flying through the air, smashing into the Demon Spider’s head.
Crack!
The creature’s shell cracked. Venom burst out.
Then, another Dwarf warrior—hidden in ambush—leapt from the shadows, screaming “Revenge!” He buried his axe into the spider’s already shattered head, splitting it clean in two.
Similar scenes unfolded across the battlefield. The Allied Forces fought without fear. Even as they died, they dragged Abyss monsters down with them.
“Tch. Mortal struggles,” Ros sneered from the center of the swirling web, her beauty twisted with mockery. Her eight limbs moved with eerie grace, advancing toward Ria, her eyes fixed on Catherine’s corpse.
“Just one step more… Saint of Shahanini’s body. Once I sacrifice her, I shall break free from the Abyss Prison. I will descend upon the world once more!”
“I will make the hypocritical Siderien Gods pay! I will make the Elf race feel true pain! Even the Gods themselves will tremble at my name!”
Her Avatar drew closer. The aura of evil and chaos poured out in waves—overwhelming, soul-chilling. It was as if she was the apocalypse, the darkness itself—invincible, insurmountable.
“Ros.”
Ria stared at the Avatar, her eyes filled with nothing but bone-deep hatred and fury.
She would make this arrogant, cruel, insane Deity pay.
The Half-Elf Holy Knight reached forward, grasping the Silver Sword embedded in Catherine’s chest, trying to pull it free.
At that moment—a vast surge of Divine Power erupted from Catherine’s body.
“What…?” Ria gasped, stunned.
Ros’s expression shattered. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “No… this is impossible! She’s dead! And she’s been poisoned by my Chilashar venom!”
From Catherine’s chest, a beam of silver light shot upward—cracking open the heavy dark clouds, tearing through the crimson spider webs. The sky cleared. A new, milky-white Moon emerged, shining down on the world.
Moonlight surged outward like a tidal wave, flooding the battlefield. The light purified the grotesque, evil creatures, dissolving them into ash.
Pure Moonlight Divine Power gathered at the wound in Catherine’s chest, forming a glowing, crystalline Heart—radiating a soft, heavenly light. Flesh and skin began to regrow, visible to the naked eye.
This was the Heart of the Moon.
The Divine Light flowed through the Silver Sword into Ria’s body. A warm, healing current surged through her veins.
Silver threads wove through the air, stars twinkling like dust. And in the space where her left arm had been—something formed. A new, perfect, moonlit arm, flawless and radiant.
The Left Hand of the Moon Goddess.
A sacred hymn echoed across the Earth. Floating Silver Palaces emerged from the sky, shimmering with divine light—turning this cursed forest into a realm of heaven descending to the mortal world.
Even the Humans, Dwarves, and Elves were overwhelmed with awe. The Elves began singing hymns.
“Miracle! The Queen Shahanini has performed a miracle!”
“Praise the Mother God!”
“Drive back Chaos! Eliminate the Dark Deity! Let Serrynia be bathed once more in Moonlight!”
Ros felt the familiar pressure—the oppressive weight of divine authority—and her face twisted in vile hatred. Her expression darkened, her voice trembling with panic.
“Damn you… Shahanini! That cunning wretch!”
“You’ll regret this! I’ll make you suffer beyond imagination!”
She screamed toward the sky, her voice echoing through the heavens.
Beside her, Kai Xiusu watched with sharp, knowing eyes.
Shahanini was no mere goddess—she bore the titles Secret of the Moonlight, The Mysterious Seer. As a pivotal deity of the Siderien pantheon, she commanded prophecy, death, and dreams—able to foresee the future, guide Elf deaths, and shape their visions.
Bound by the Material Plane and her Divine Office, she could not descend. But she had fragmented her Immortal Divinity, hiding it within Catherine’s heart—bypassing the Realm Will through Dream Transmission.
The key to awakening her Divinity? The Moonlight Divine Power within Ria’s Silver Sword… and the death of the Elven Queen.
And Ros’s body—the vessel of Shahanini’s descent—was the indispensable catalyst. No matter her schemes, she was bound to the Inevitable Fate.
“Hmm. Not bad, The Mysterious Seer. So this was all part of her plan all along.”
Kai Xiusu smirked in silence.
(End of Chapter)
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