The Ember Dragon Chapter 771: The Descent of the Moon Goddess - Novel Cool

Chapter 771: The Descent of the Moon Goddess

Under countless gazes—staring, wide-eyed—and with Ros’s eyes blazing with malice, Catherine was enveloped by an invisible moonlight, gently lifted into the air, her delicate veil fluttering like the robes of a goddess descending from the heavens.

"Shahanini, you haven’t won yet! Her life force—belongs to me!"

Ros, with her eight fearsome limbs writhing like serpents, let out a guttural roar. Black blades, countless and jagged, shot forth like a storm of death, aiming to shred the Elven Queen into dust.

But Catherine’s body pulsed with a radiant light—thicker, purer, more profound—forming a barrier hundreds of meters tall, rising like a silver mountain range. The blades shattered against it, dissolving into nothing.

Ros did not relent. She spread her eight arms wide. A dense, suffocating darkness poured from her form, swirling in the sky behind her, coalescing into a colossal Black Widow Spider—its body as large as a small hill, merging seamlessly with the night. Each of its limbs stretched over a hundred meters, towering like ancient, fearsome pillars.

"Die, wretched mortal!"

The divine spider, its front legs glistening with venomous mucus, slashed forward with terrifying chaos power—like a monstrous blade cleaving through the air. It split open the moonlight barrier in a single, devastating stroke, hurtling toward Catherine’s slender, fragile form.

"Ros," Ria spoke, her voice calm but fierce, "I told you—"

She unfurled her wings, now bathed in the sacred light of Shahani. No longer the deep black of vengeance and rage, they shone a pure, radiant white—washed clean by moonlight.

"You will pay for this!"

As a Half-Elf Holy Knight, she roared, swinging her silver sword upward in a blinding arc. Light erupted along the blade like a tidal wave, tearing through the dark sky and striking the spider’s monstrous form.

"Swish—!"

With the power of Shahani加持, the silver light severed one of the spider’s front legs. Black mist exploded from the wound as the limb crashed to the ground, kicking up a massive dust cloud. The scream that followed was a sound of disbelief and fury.

"Just a half-elf mongrel—how dare you—!"

Ros bellowed, her maw dripping with toxic fangs, spitting streams of crimson spider silk toward Ria.

But Ria danced through the air like a moonlit dancer, her sword weaving a thousand dazzling light slashes. The “swish-swish” of steel cutting through air formed an impenetrable net—each thread of light slicing through the silk mid-flight, annihilating it before it could reach her.

Ros extended multiple limbs, converging their tips into a single point. A torrent of divine power surged forward, gathering into a regiment of black light—dense, corrupt, and brimming with destructive force. Then, with a thunderous roar, she unleashed a thick, chaotic beam of darkness, aimed straight at Ria.

It was the same technique that had just shattered the Half-Elf Holy Knight’s shoulder and arm.

"Boom—!"

Space warped. The magic web screamed. The beam tore through the air with terrifying majesty.

Yet Ria was no longer the same. She was no longer merely a vengeful knight—she was now the Left Hand of the Moon Goddess, blessed with Shahani’s divine essence.

Facing the oncoming beam, she raised her flawless arm instinctively, fingers spread wide. Moonlight surged up her arm, gathering in her palm, forming a silver disc.

"Boom—!"

Instantly, a brilliant silver beam erupted from her hand—meeting Ros’s black beam in midair. Black clashed with white. Light and shadow entwined. The collision unleashed an explosion that rippled across a kilometer-wide radius, sending shockwaves through the land. Dust swirled, wind howled, and the sky flickered between light and shadow.

From afar, Kai Xiusu watched, head lowered, murmuring in awe:

"No wonder. The bestowal of the Goddess of the Silver Moon. Even my true form would have to be cautious against such power."

"Impossible! No mortal could withstand such strength!"

Ros shrieked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Then, her crimson eyes widened—staring directly at Ria’s left arm.

"No… this is not mortal flesh. This is a divine body."

A cold fury twisted her face.

"That wretched woman… she hates me so much she’d sacrifice her own divinity just to stop me?"

Her form trembled with rage, her voice a snarl of madness.

"It won’t matter! Even with this power, you can’t protect Catherine! She belongs to me!"

The monstrous spider swung its limbs, manipulating the magic web above the Elvenwood Forest. With a violent tear, it ripped open space—and suddenly appeared behind Catherine, its venom-laced limbs reaching out, poised to strike.

At the very moment the tip touched her, a shimmering figure—Ria’s avatar—rushed forward from afar. With her divine silver sword, she blocked Ros’s foot, standing like a tiny firefly in front of a giant.

"Clang—!"

A sharp metallic ring echoed through the air. Light runes spread across the space like shattered glass. Yet she held firm—she had stopped it.

But Ros’s face twisted further, her eyes blazing with fury. The spider’s divine pressure intensified, pressing down on Ria like a mountain. Her hands trembled. The silver longsword was forced downward, trembling under the weight.

Then—"Clang!"—a final, shattering sound. The Half-Elf Holy Knight was hurled backward, engulfed in black mist. Even her sword cracked, tiny fissures spreading across its blade.

"Your Majesty!"

Ria lunged forward, desperate, her face pale with fear—she would have thrown herself in front of Catherine if she could.

As a Paladin sworn to the Elven Queen, she would never allow her to die again before her eyes.

At that moment, Zhen, Mellisandra, Emerson, Titus, and the others all surged toward Catherine, each unleashing their strongest protective magic—Zhen’s Shield of Stone, Mellisandra’s Guardian Arrow, Emerson’s High-Level Spell Barrier, Titus’s self-created Bahamut’s Light.

But against Ros’s divine might, they were like paper. Like bubbles. Easily torn apart.

Then—Catherine’s chest flared with silver light.

From within her, moonlight poured forth like a waterfall—pouring into the sky, forming a bridge of pure, milky white light that arched from earth to heavens. It was no ritual spell. It was real.

The Bridge of the Moon.

According to ancient legends of Serrynia, every fifty years, during the Day of the Moon’s Ascension, when the silver moon reaches perfection, this bridge appears—connecting heaven and earth. And from it, their Mother God—the Goddess of the Silver Moon, Lady of the Night Sky, Shahanini—descends, scattering radiance, bestowing blessings upon the elves.

"Boom!"

A wave of silver light erupted from Catherine, spreading outward like a tidal surge. It washed over Ros’s divine form—burning the black spider with searing heat, forcing thick smoke from its body, making it shriek like flesh on a grill.

"No—Shahanini! Hypocrite! You too defy the orders of the higher realm? You dare descend into the mortal world?!"

Ros screamed, her voice cracking with panic.

The sky above hummed with a celestial hymn. The Moon Horse, the Mist Dragon, the Elven Holy Guard, and the Luminous Plane Elementals reappeared in the night, circling the bridge like stars guarding the moon.

And upon the bridge, moonlight coalesced—forming a translucent, ethereal figure. An Elven woman.

She wore a semi-transparent silver veil, her form graceful, radiant, wrapped in a soft glow. Her face was indistinct, blurred by light—but still breathtakingly beautiful. Her aura was ancient and timeless, flickering between youth and age. To gaze upon her for even a breath felt like witnessing an Elven life—birth, growth, old age, and death—all in an instant.

All present were entranced. Lost in a dreamlike stupor, as if time had stopped.

After a long silence, an elder Silver Moon Elf fell to his knees, trembling with devotion:

"It’s our Mother God… truly, she is our Mother God!"

"This… this is—!"

"Divine Incarnation! I’ve read of it—the moon bridge, the divine envoy’s song… this is how the Mother God descends!"

"Praise the Mother God! Praise the Great Goddess of the Silver Moon, the Lady of the Night Sky, the Lord of Dreams—Shahanini!"

Instantly, countless Silver Moon Elves dropped to their knees in reverence, praying. Even the humans and dwarves who had never followed Shahanini bowed their heads, filled with awe, awaiting her blessing.

"No! I am your Mother God!"

Ros roared in wrath, unleashing her divine power—trying to instill fear, to force submission. But the elves, though trembling in fear, did not yield. With faith as their shield, they stared back at her—some even shouted insults.

"There was never an eight-armed Mother Goddess! Queen Shahanini is Serrynia’s true protector!"

"We see your true face now—cruel, filthy Dark Deity! Return to the Abyss!"

Ros’s crimson eyes flared with murderous intent. Her voice dropped to a whisper:

"No… I was meant to be the goddess of the Elven race! The king of the Siderien Gods! Shahanini… even if you manifest in your true form, I will make you rot, decay, and die!"

"I will tear off your hypocrisy’s mask!"

With a snarl, she charged—her limbs lashing forward, a Chilashar Rose blooming at the tip of one claw, its thorns aimed at the spectral figure of Shahanini in the sky.

But the goddess ignored it. She walked down the bridge, step by step, as if the thorns were nothing—passing through them like mist, like a dream.

"Even if I am trapped in the Abyss forever, I will drag you down with me!"

Ros ground her teeth, swinging the rose toward Catherine—but the moment it touched the moonlight aura around her, it dissolved, as if swallowed by the sea.

Furious beyond reason, Ros poured every ounce of her divine power into one final, all-consuming assault. She would not allow Catherine to revive. Her eight limbs thrashed wildly, manipulating the magic web, unleashing wave after wave of chaotic energy.

The battlefield erupted.

Toxic spiders poured from silk threads. Spines shot through the air like rain. A sea of blood surged forward. Corpses and skeletons burst from the earth. A Star of Doom appeared in the sky, blazing with annihilating light.

Yet, in the midst of this storm of spells, Catherine remained untouched—cradled in moonlight, unmoving.

And Shahanini—her form now fully descending—stepped from the bridge… and merged with Catherine.

Time itself stilled.

All noise, all chaos, all turbulence—replaced by the gentle glow of moonlight.

The Moon Goddess had descended.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Catherine slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils glowed silver. Her gaze was calm, deep—like a night sky filled with a full moon and countless stars. An aura of immortality radiated from her.

"This…?"

Ria’s breath caught. She knew—this was not her Catherine. This aura… this gaze… only a deity, one who had endured endless ages, could possess such presence.

The being before her was not Catherine.

It was Shahanini.

Shahanini raised her hands. Moonlight flowed like water, coalescing into weapons—her left hand held the Bow of the Moon, her right the Silver Moon Staff. Towering, she stared down at Ros with serene, unyielding authority.

"Ros, my sister of the past… traitor of the Siderien Gods… return to your exile—the Bottomless Abyss. I do not wish to fight you."

She sighed—her breath a faint silver mist.

Ros glared at the goddess, her lips curling into a cruel smile:

"Still playing the noble martyr? How nauseating. You were the ones who cast me into that cursed place. Now you pretend to spare me?"

"Heh… don’t get too excited. Who knows if you’re bluffing? If so, then let this moment repay you for the grievance of ten thousand years!"

"Shahanini!"

The spider’s compound eyes flashed with malice. Its long front legs, sharp as blades, slashed down with chaos power. The magic web above the sky descended slowly, forming a crimson vortex—meant to bind the Goddess of the Silver Moon.

The power was apocalyptic. Space cracked. Chaos turbulence poured from the fissures. The world laws themselves twisted. Stones floated. Dark clouds reversed their direction. Trees bent upward, roots reaching for the sky.

"You are blind to reason."

Shahanini’s voice remained calm—but with an undeniable dignity.

"Ten thousand years ago, you conspired with the Dark Deities, attempted rebellion. We exiled you to the Bottomless Abyss. A thousand years later, you brought ruin to Earth, and we cast you out again."

Then—her eyes blazed with radiant light, illuminating the entire dark world. The night sky turned as bright as day.

She raised the Bow of the Moon. Silver arrows—divine light incarnate—flew across the sky like shooting stars, piercing every shadow, every corruption, every chaos.

She raised the Silver Moon Staff. Moonlight surged forward—like a tsunami of divine power, rising in waves tens of meters high, crashing toward Ros.

(End of Chapter)

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