Chapter 900: Time is Coming, Moon of Flesh and Blood

Gazing at the moon in the night sky that was as red as blood, the princess turned to the Great Wizard and said: "I need you to cooperate with us to install explosives on the big clock!"

When the Great Wizard heard this, the first thought that came to his mind was—"The princess is crazy!"

He objected: "No! This is the school property of Miskatonic University. Even our Tower of Omniscience only has the right to use it. Without the resolution of the Board of Trustees, no one has the power to destroy this precious relic!"

The princess took off her helmet, and her golden long hair flowed down from the helmet like a waterfall.

She held her sword and gazed at the high clock tower, whispering: "Do you know? Wizard! Before becoming a Round Table Knight, I was a Night Watcher for three years. Under the thick fog of Fog City, there are too many innocent people. They didn't make any mistakes, just because they came into contact with transcendence, they paid a painful price."

"This gave me a soul-touching thought—what exactly is transcendence?"

"Does it have any meaning to ordinary people?"

"Immortality, Spirit Realm, gods, unknown... too many things that fascinate the powerful and you, bringing harm to this world. Everyone tells me that the Kingdom is built on great traditions and the way of knights, and my ancestor Arthur is a knight king who received divine grace!"

"But, there are only subjects without a king, and there is no king without subjects. So, who is the true subject of the Kingdom? Is it mystery and transcendence? Or is it the subjects?"

The princess raised the holy sword Caventine in her hand, determinedly toward the wizard: "I swear to protect the subjects!"

"And in this world, subjects do not need mystery and transcendence..."

"Therefore, I should use my sword to isolate the infringement of mystery on them, and blow up the clock tower!"

The Great Wizard was at a loss. In the face of the princess's firm justice, he couldn't find a reason to refute at all. The Night Watchers behind the princess looked at Anderson, and seeing the captain take the initiative to step forward, all the Night Watchers took out explosion-proof boxes and prepared to go up and install them on this Wisdom Zhong Lou, which had a history of hundreds of years.

"Stop, Princess!"

A majestic man wearing a bishop's robe, accompanied by a procession of holy offerings with two priests holding silver mirrors and holy cups, and a priest holding a silver lamp, entered the ears of everyone present with a gentle voice.

"The Holy Church will not make any compromise with evil..."

As soon as Gregory Bishop opened his mouth, he stood on the moral high ground.

"The secret ritual building built under the bewitchment of the remnants of Original Sin is indeed harboring evil intentions, but destroying it is just avoiding and indulging evil. Only under the supervision of the Church, driving away its evil, is the way to truly defeat them!"

The princess turned her head sharply, seeing the people of the Church, a strong killing intent emerged in her eyes.

She forced down the irritability in her heart—it's always like this!

Whenever mystery infringes on ordinary people, the Church is always like this, claiming to drive away evil, holy and great, but in reality, it is indulgence. The princess had long seen through it. The Church craves mystery more than anyone else. They use mystery to strengthen their power in the secular world, and then use this power and influence to pursue transcendence even more intensely.

From this point of view, believers are just blood-sacrificed in another form!

"Archbishop Gregory, according to the laws of the Kingdom, transcendent events are first handled by the Night Watchers. We don't need you here..." The princess still wanted to deal with it.

But how could a clergyman at the level of an archbishop not even deal with this bit of official jargon?

Gregory said lightly: "Oh! I remember—the 433rd Transcendent Infringement Affairs Act of the Fourth Epoch, the 583rd Church Rights Act..."

"But the premise of these acts is the *Heresy Trial Book* issued by the Pope and twelve cardinals in the Third Epoch 1068 and the *Faith Theory Act* of 1340!"

Bishop Gregory said calmly: "It declared a fact throughout the Western Continent, the land of the Lord's faith..."

"The Holy Trinity, the Lantern Father, the Cup Mother, and the Mirror Master are the only faith in the world under the sun, and the Church is the only correct path to faith. Everything that goes against this is heresy,

"Without a doubt, the Original Sin Sect was explicitly declared a heresy at the 1340 Continental Faith Conference of the Third Era."

"Therefore, we have the authority to dispose of the large-scale secret rites left behind by the Original Sin Sect!" Archbishop Gregory looked at the blood moon in the sky, which had reached its largest size of the year, and said faintly: "The Blood Moon Incident is highly likely to be a massive supernatural crisis that threatens the entire Western Continent, and perhaps even the human world."

"As the official supernatural agency of the Kingdom of Camelot, the Night Watchmen have no authority to handle this."

He pulled a document from his chest and said to the Archmage of the Tower of Omniscience: "I have obtained authorization from the Board of Trustees and will be the future Dean of the Theological Seminary. I am now here to represent the seminary in disposing of this property!"

The Archmage hurriedly bowed and said: "The Tower of Omniscience welcomes your arrival, Archbishop Gregory..."

The night wind blew hair onto the Princess's face, the strands brushing against her lips.

She bit her lower lip, pinned her hair back up, and gripped the Fairy Holy Sword Caliburn in her hand, but Anderson held her back.

"Teacher, we cannot compromise!" the Princess said, looking back.

Anderson shook his head imperceptibly: "It is night now, the time when your abilities inherited from Sir Gawain are at their weakest. Besides Gregory, Bell has likely come as well! Even with me added, we would not be a match for the two of them. If the Church has an excuse to oppose your right of succession, the future of the Kingdom is finished!"

Looking at the Wisdom Clock, which appeared increasingly eerie under the blood-colored moonlight, the Princess said sorrowfully: "But if we don't stop it, we can only watch helplessly as the disaster erupts! Regardless of the nature of the blood moon, this is a bad omen. And the Church doesn't care at all what this disaster will cause; they only want that thing the Original Sin Sect hid!"

Anderson said in a low voice: "This is the essence of politics, Elizabeth. Benefits serve the upper echelons; the value of the subjects is to be loyal!"

Archbishop Gregory stopped outside the Wisdom Zhong Lou, and the Archmage said obsequiously: "I have already ordered people to open all the rooms; the Tower of Omniscience is open for the Archbishop to tour as he pleases."

Gregory said coldly: "You and I both know there is nothing inside the Tower of Omniscience. The true secrets were hidden by the Original Sin Sect at the boundary between the Spirit Realm and the Abyss. To enter there, one must wait for the correct time."

The Archmage was covered in sweat; he raised a silk handkerchief to wipe his face and said tremblingly: "What correct time? The Tower of Omniscience has never..."

Just then, a scream suddenly erupted from within the clock tower. Anderson frowned slightly and rushed into the tower with the Night Watchmen. The other two mages of the Tower of Omniscience hurriedly followed. Arriving at the entrance to the third floor, they saw a female student standing there, covered in blood, looking almost scared out of her wits.

She stared blankly behind the door. Anderson pushed her aside, only to see a giant ball of flesh writhing in the room.

It squeezed, spraying internal fluids all around; it was all blood, coating every single spot.

And looking closely, that ball of flesh was actually people... it was impossible to distinguish how many people there were anymore!

But judging from the traces of limbs on the surface, there were at least two, and judging from the amount of blood, at least three.

They were completely naked, their limbs wrapped around each other, curling inward every part of their bodies that could be folded. The heads were in the very center, the bodies kneaded into a ball, and the limbs on the surface intertwined to form a round ball of flesh.

A large amount of blood was smeared on the surface!

Seeing the blood moon outside the window, Anderson suddenly understood: they were kneading themselves into a moon...

The female student said tremblingly: "Karl, Karl said the blood moon celestial phenomenon was very rare and observed it. Then they said they wanted to go to the Spirit Realm to take a look, because the blood moon might be shining down from the Spirit Realm!"

"Everyone, do not enter the Spirit Realm for the time being!" Anderson immediately ordered.

That giant ball of flesh had another movement at this moment. The limbs on the surface of the ball intertwined; first, a palm twisted into a braid, the five fingers still spread out like a leaf, and then an arm...

On the surface of the flesh ball, as the Flesh Moon gradually shrank.

Two completely twisted people clung together, slowly 'growing' out like a 'tree' stretching toward the sky in all directions.

"The Flesh Mother Tree on the moon!" Anderson remembered an extremely obscure cult among the heretical sects, a sect named the Meat Cup.

This sounded like an imitator of the Blood Cup Church.

But the Meat Cup cult believed that the Cup Mother created all living beings and things within flesh!

The Three Gods first created the stars, sun, and moon. Because the sun was too scorching, they finally created land and living beings on the moon. First was the Cup Mother, who took out a meat cup, from which grew a Flesh Mother Tree.

The Lamp Father enlightened the original King of Giants, ordering him to take an axe and chop off the branches of the Flesh Mother Tree.

Then the Three Gods used these to build human limbs and skeletons. The Lamp Father finally lit a lamp in the human brain, and the Cup Mother used the Holy Cup to hold blood, causing blood to flow within them.

From then on, humans could walk and jump, and came to life.

Anderson didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered this small sect that had long been wiped out by the Blood Cup Church, having only revived for a while in the Fog City over a decade ago before being wiped out by the Holy Church.

"On the moon, what exactly is there?"

What exactly is the blood moon?

The Night Watchmen beside Anderson could not help but pull out paper and pen, drawing the scene of people being kneaded into a Flesh Moon, and then the Flesh Tree sprouting upon the flesh moon.

At this moment, the Archmage also followed up. Seeing this scene, he could not help but whisper: "Secret pollution!"

This scene was extremely like the pollution suffered by mortals when facing secrets of an extremely high level. As one of the four elements of mysticism, secrets possess power. Once a mortal witnesses and perceives the secrets of a high-level existence, they cannot understand or bear it, and they are often eroded by the secret.

Their pitifully weak sanity is infected by the high-level secret and truth, becoming insane, thereby expressing the secret more directly and chaotically.

They themselves also become carriers of the secret...

And the secrets filtered through them can already be partially understood by humans. Although this inevitably mixes in chaos and madness, the truth and secrets within are extremely precious.

The Archmage looked left and right, discovering that the Night Watchmen and the mages of the Tower of Omniscience were all recording something.

The Night Watchmen were drawing some chaotic paintings, all filled with twisted limbs, Flesh Moons, and Human Trees.

And the mages of the Tower of Omniscience were writing a long poem in Ancient Gulei language. Inspiration was like a hound chasing into their brains, then rapidly flowing out through their pens. But even so, their faces remained pale; clearly, in this process, their sanity as humans had suffered no small damage.

"The things they are writing are the secret original texts about the blood moon for future generations!"

The Archmage sighed slightly.

Then he let them finish writing; only in this way could later generations interpret the secret texts to find the true secrets behind the blood moon.

In the Secret Library, the three of Crow were trembling...

The walls of the entire library were covered in poems written in blood.

Raising my cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow, we become three.

People have joys and sorrows, parting and reunion; the moon has cloud and clear, wax and wane. This has been difficult to perfect since ancient times...

Raising my head to gaze at the bright moon, lowering my head, I think of my hometown.

On the sea, a bright moon rises; at the ends of the earth, we share this moment...

The librarian had gone mad!

In the most important inner vault of the Secret Library, it was filled with Eastern poems.

A supernatural being at the Transcendent level had gone mad because of entering the Spirit Realm. Compared to the three from the Tower of Omniscience, perhaps it was because this scholar was proficient in various languages that he wrote down a large number of poems with his own blood, and used Eastern cursive script at that.

Just as the three of Crow, who were natives of the Eastern Continent, were trembling as they snuck into the chaotic Secret Library, they saw those poems on the walls that made their hair stand on end.

Crow broke out in a cold sweat and stared for a long time before steadying his spirit, exclaiming: "The Bright Venerable is above! As expected, we of the Eastern Continent are the true inheritors of the Three Venerables of Creation. Look, only those who have gone mad will write the truth, which means the moon they saw is the moon of our Eastern Continent!"