Chapter 518: Intersecting Moonlight

Borrowing the strength of his hands being fixed, Xia De twisted his waist, kicked his legs forward, and at the same time desperately recalled the state of divine overflow last time, the scene of shattering the giant mermaid corpse with 【Moonlight Slash】.

It wasn't that he hadn't studied improving and changing his magic, but whether it was 【Moonlight Slash】 or 【Moonlight Greatsword】, they required higher Ring Mage levels and more spirit runes to complete further sublimation.

But in the state of overflowing divinity, while Xia De experienced power surpassing the Thirteenth Ring, he could also perceive how he could still use that power. Facing the oppression of the darkness at this moment, he suddenly recalled the scene from not long ago where Miss Aurora wrote shining words in the air with her finger at the 【Witches' Council】, and subsequently remembered his own flash of inspiration at the very end of the Coldwater Harbor decisive battle.

Behind him, the 【Silver Moon】 core spirit rune flickered with brilliance.

The silver light around his body expanded violently. His right foot kicked out a moonlight slanted from bottom-left to top-right above the demon's face, and immediately after, his left foot drew a moonlight from top-left to bottom-right above the demon's face.

The two rays of light formed an intersecting appearance, but they didn't fly out immediately like the previous 【Moonlight Slash】, but solidified in the air.

"Heya!"

Xia De curled his legs together, and then kicked both feet forward with the posture of being hung.

The two feet kicked the moonlight cross floating in the air, and then the intersecting moonlight cut toward the demon's vertical pupil along with the strength of his feet.

The intersecting moonlight was more brilliant than at any time in the past, and that gorgeous light also made the demon feel a sense of crisis. Forced, its left hand let go of Xia De's right hand and quickly raised its thick black left arm in front of its face to defend.

The moonlight cross kicked out by Xia De's feet, after contacting the demon's thick black left arm, first easily destroyed the sleeve of the robe, and then collided with the black gas seeping from the demon's skin. It melted the black gas and cut the skin. Before the last ray of moonlight disappeared, the demon's left arm was almost split into four.

"Ah~"

In the crazy and terrifying roar, the demon held Xia De and wanted to throw him to the ground. But Xia De had already dropped the dried frog legs, used his left hand grabbed by the demon to swing hard, and while his body rotated, his right hand pulled out the moonlight greatsword from the air and stabbed at the opponent's right arm.

The demon, whose left arm was seriously injured, could only release Xia De with its right hand to block the moonlight greatsword. Xia De also took this opportunity to kick lightly on the demon's raised arm with both feet, using the reaction force to jump backward.

After rotating three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, he landed steadily on the ground and successfully opened the distance from the opponent.

The vertical pupil demon wearing a black robe didn't launch an attack again because of rage. The darkness around gathered toward its seriously injured left arm, and the arm flowing with black blood was recovering rapidly. It seemed that in this darkness domain, these demons derived from relics were almost immortal.

"That kick just now is indeed worthy of praise, but you still cannot defeat me."

The blasphemous language indeed spoke the truth. Although Xia De had made changes to the magic 【Silver Moon Slash】, exchanging an extra few seconds of preparation time for a substantial increase in power, wanting to rely on this point to defeat this terrifying thing in front of him was probably still impossible. The other party was almost suppressing him, and Xia De didn't think he had any possibility of defeating the demon:

"Yes, so wait for me for three seconds, and I will fight you again after three seconds."

Xia De said very seriously. While the demon was absorbing darkness to heal itself, he had also rummaged through his pocket to find the time key of 1784 in the Fifth Era:

"May the World Tree protect me in infinite time."

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Click~ With a sound, the keyhole turned; the door of the model pendant was pulled open by the key, and white mist drifted out from behind the model door frame like silk threads.

The black demon picked up the black-fire human bone from the ground and threw it at Xia De, but Xia De had already extended his fingers into the door frame:

"See you in three seconds."

The relics he carried on his person fell to the ground along with the door pendant; the black-fire human bone passed through Xia De's disappearing phantom and stuck diagonally into the ground behind the position where he had originally stood.

【Outlander, you have stepped into the "Corridor of Time."】

【Message from the Ancient God, the "Father of the Infinite Tree":】

【Winter, 1784 of the Fifth Era, Northern Continent, Terror Castle.】

【Event: Gambling - The Game of Life.】

【Duration: Twenty minutes (33).】

【You have obtained additional information.】

【The figure of the Father of the Infinite Tree continues to watch you.】

【The Ancient God of Time grants you a trial.】

【Help the mortal win the "Game of Life."】

【The Father of the Infinite Tree will grant you a reward: Miracle - Breath of Time, and a piece of true information - The Dark Dungeon.】

"This is terrible; without the 【Darkness Box】, even if I face fear, I cannot experience darkness."

Xia De thought, feeling somewhat troubled as he stood in the white mist.

Among the shortcuts provided by Miss Aurora to obtain the 【Light】 Spirit Rune, one needs to stimulate oneself with a relic possessing 【Darkness】 power. Although Xia De was currently in the 【Darkness Domain】, due to the protection of Priest August's miraculous power, he could not feel the oppression of the darkness power on himself at all; his vision was simply severely affected.

Therefore, having used this key without the 【Darkness Box】 by his side, even if fear would stimulate the formation of the Spirit Rune, it was impossible for Xia De to directly obtain it.

Taking a step forward in the white mist, he entered the old corridor within Terror Castle. Before the light around him began to shake and the feeling of being watched appeared behind him, Xia De took to his heels and ran forward:

"But before completing this mission, I still have to go out and see what exactly is chasing me."

Because he began to run almost immediately after appearing this time, by the time he saw the large door engraved with the symbol of a flipped coin, the gaze behind him that directly induced the most primal fear was still a long distance away from him.

Xia De turned his body sideways and slammed into the metal door, turning back to firmly close it immediately after entering.

Only then did he lean against the door and pant heavily, while Mr. Riddle, who had originally been sitting by the wall with his head drooping, also raised his head at this moment.

He was still wearing that dirty brown robe, his eyes devoid of light, appearing somewhat dazed. But he quickly recognized Xia De, stood up while supporting himself against the wall, and a smile appeared on his face:

"You've finally returned... Oh! Are you injured?"

"It's nothing, just let me drink some water."

Xia De shook his head; the significance of the twenty minutes of extra rest time lay right here.

"Sometimes I even suspect that all memories regarding you are hallucinations."

Mr. Riddle sighed softly.

"Then why don't you think that this moment is also a hallucination?"

Xia De finished the water, put the bottle into his pocket, and wiped his mouth.

"When you appear, the sense of reality in the world is stronger than at any other moment."

Mr. Riddle used a metaphor Xia De did not understand; this was likely some kind of metaphor used among prophets.

Although the total time Xia De had spent meeting Mr. Riddle added up to only a little over half an hour, both felt like old friends reuniting after meeting.

Compared to when Xia De last visited, Mr. Riddle's mental state was significantly better this time, and his logical thinking was basically normal. He even remembered the "Tarot Cards of Fate" mentioned when Xia De left last time, so when Xia De took three cards from his pocket and explained his thoughts, Mr. Riddle was surprised and wanted to see these cards:

"This is truly fascinating, cards left behind by the Ancient Gods. Although they do not possess supernatural power, they have been passed down from ancient times; there must be a greater secret on them. Perhaps in those memories of mine that have temporarily vanished, there are clues regarding these cards, but unfortunately, I cannot think of anything now."

Having seen these three cards with his own eyes from Xia De's hand, Mr. Riddle would likely be able to conduct relevant research more smoothly after leaving Terror Castle. Records from the Prophets' Society indicated that this gentleman really did find a card before he died, and that card is still preserved within the Prophets' Society to this day.

The two did not chat for too long. After Mr. Riddle sat back down beside the stone table, the thick darkness was temporarily dispelled by the light of the short candle lit on the other side of the table, and that black-robed deity appeared once again.

Up to this point, He had never revealed His true appearance when appearing here. Xia De and Mr. Riddle saw only that black robe, but precisely because of this, Mr. Riddle, as a mortal, was qualified to gamble against a god.

If it were truly a Saint or the deity's true body, even if it were only the "powerless" 【Innocent Creator】, Mr. Riddle would absolutely never have been able to persist until the end of the game.

"I also don't know what will happen after putting down these three cards; it's currently just a guess."

Xia De, with golden cracked marks appearing on the surface of his body, stood behind Mr. Riddle and placed the three cards to his right hand side.

"Fate is ever-changing; all things have no fixed trajectory of destiny, so all we can do is gamble on our luck."

Mr. Riddle said softly. This ancient prophet living in the Fifth Era, after shaking off the mental instability brought by loneliness, displayed a rationality and calmness that surprised Xia De quite a bit.

But thinking about it carefully, this gentleman had experienced so many adventures and could still live until now, and judging from historical records, he still had over twenty years to continue adventuring. Therefore, besides luck, he clearly did not lack courage and wisdom beyond the ordinary.

"Oh, God~"

He whispered a call, taking the 【Tarot Card of Fate: Balance】 that Xia De had placed at the very top into his hand. Holding the bottom of the card with his right middle and index fingers, he displayed the card face to the deity, while also letting this card block his right eye:

"May I ask if I can use this card, gifted by the Unknown, to continue this game?"

He chose to ask the deity directly, but waited for a long time without receiving a response from the deity.