Chapter 82: Dream of the Silver Moon

Xia De's right hand drew a brilliant radiance in the air, and the blade of the Silver Moon tore through the curtain of blood mist, slashing toward the woman who was kissing the ring. But apart from leaving another wound on her forehead, it had no effect at all.

The woman was laughing wildly, laughing wildly at the last moment of her life. She recited the incantation that Xia De hadn't been able to hear clearly last time:

"The transformation of positive and negative is the beginning of a new life!"

She put on the ring, and thick smoke immediately erupted from her broken body. Lady Lasoya slowly closed her eyes, her life coming to an end.

At this moment, black smoke wrapped the woman's body within it. Xia De, who wanted to stop her, heard whispers again, heard the chewing in the black smoke, and heard the curses of countless voices.

He reached out to insert himself into the black smoke, wanting to at least do something. But a boot that stretched out from the black smoke kicked Xia De back to the wall.

The black smoke disappeared, and a young man wearing a white pebble ring stood in the blood mist of the corridor. He rotated his neck and snapped his fingers behind him.

With the appearance of steam mist and the sound of a steam whistle, the Life Ring of a Sixth-Ring Ringed Ringed Shushi flashed behind the man, reflected in the eyes of Xia De, who was sitting crookedly against the wall:

"Gender transformation, to think it could..."

The doctor's desperate strike actually hadn't been able to kill the enemy; this wasn't because they were too weak. At this moment, Xia De actually experienced the feeling of the man in the wine-red formal suit from not long ago before he died.

"Yes, the Keeper-level 【Relic】 【Ring of Metamorphosis】. While transforming gender, it completely replaces the body with a different one. Although this damn ring gave me some hobbies I didn't have before, the ring itself is worth those costs."

Sixth-Ring Ringed Ringed Shushi Jack Deon laughed.

He was wearing a crisp black formal suit, and his leather shoes seemed to shine under the gas lamp. The smoke and dust behind him and the messy corridor and the fainted people all seemed to set off his triumph:

"Hmm? The clothes on you are very familiar. Oh, that's not important. Although I don't know where you few popped out from..."

He said loudly, as if giving a speech at a major public occasion. His articulate appearance made Xia De want to punch him. He was showing off; he couldn't possibly not want to show off this stunning reversal achieved before death:

"But this time, it is clearly I who have won."

Spirit runes flickered with spiritual light in the Life Ring behind him, and the black-iron spirit rune that Xia De interpreted as 【Corpse Experiment】 was triggering a strange technique. But this strange technique wasn't released before being actively paused. The man looked at Xia De and suddenly laughed:

"The living sacrifices needed for the ritual are not yet sufficient. The woman over there is having her period, so the filthy blood is not suitable, and these two men are too old; the owner of this banquet won't like them."

He took two steps forward, lifted the severely injured Xia De with one hand, and then raised his hand to throw him into the banquet hall, to "reunite" with the dozens of people who had long since fainted there. The detective rolled on the blood-red wool carpet and finally stopped only after hitting the leg of the long table.

He tried his best to open his eyes to face the door. He only saw the double-door golden gate that had been shattered by Miss Lu Yi Sha slowly stand up and close again under the strange technique of the man's 【Metal Repair】 spirit rune.

Xia De, lying beside the long table in the banquet hall, saw through the closed door crack only the man with his hands behind his back, ignoring the other three who had fallen, and walking toward the second floor along the staircase. The Ring Ringed Ringed Shushi squad below was his opponent.

The door slammed shut, and blood light flickered in this room, gradually blurring Xia De's eyes. He didn't know if this was a sign that he was about to die, or a sign that the evil god was about to appear.

His vision gradually blurred. He finally had the opportunity to apply a spell to himself, but the spell could only ensure he wouldn't die and couldn't save him from falling into a coma due to severe injury.

But—

The small book in his pocket quietly emitted a soft light. The sentence written a few minutes ago was taking effect. The poet-level 【Relic】 【Silver Moon's Orb】 hanging on his chest was affected by that light and also radiated silver light. This poet-level relic was extremely weak and wouldn't easily lose control, but under the influence of the script, the orb cracked, and the silver light shot directly into Xia De's head.

If there were no accidents, he would fall into permanent madness because of the Silver Moon.

Xia De, in a coma, suddenly woke up in his own dream.

The chaotic dream was replaced by a familiar dream, and he felt the night wind. Looking around, he was standing on a field ridge at night. Xia De slowly raised his head and saw the huge silver moon hanging among the stars, hanging above the sea of stars.

He was under the silver moon, and the silver moon was in his eyes. The holy light made Xia De intoxicated. The strange silver moon light traces under the night sky, brought by the relic losing control, were deeply imprinted in his mind.

He suddenly felt that he finally understood the "Silver Moon" and understood this strange power. He stretched out his right hand, his fingers attempting to touch the moon disk under the night sky.

And just at this moment, the Life Ring hidden deep in his soul rotated, and the core rune 【Silver Moon】 emitted a faint light. The deepening understanding of the Silver Moon stimulated the resonance between the rune and the dream, forcibly waking Xia De to prevent him from going mad because of the Dream of the Silver Moon. But the full power of the out-of-control relic was imprinted in this fleeting memory, making Xia De feel as if the Silver Moon was in his heart.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, he could only see that in the dim banquet hall, the blood mist was as thick as if it had dyed the world red. The air was terrifyingly cold, and the blood color seemed to want to drill into his body through his pores.

The crazy whispers seemed to indicate that something bad was about to happen. Enduring the severe pain and the trembling of his body, he felt that 【False Immortality】 had been consumed because the injury was too severe; the effect of the spell would actually be erased because of suffering severe injury again within a short time after being applied.

"This is really bad. Must leave the banquet hall quickly, otherwise..."

He struggled to support himself up by the long table covered with a pure white tablecloth, but just at this moment—

Ding-dang~

A crisp sound seemed to ring directly in his head. Someone was hitting a bell with a small hammer; this was the prompt sound for the start of the banquet.

That vibrating metal sound vibrated the spirit and vibrated the soul, and phantoms appeared before his eyes again, making Xia De almost unable to distinguish reality from illusion. The blood-colored banquet hall was replacing the normal banquet hall, and the living sacrifices who had arrived a step before him were also awakened by the bell sound at this moment.

The blood feast had begun.

Xia De turned and was about to run toward that door, but his body was completely out of control. High-dimensional power descended; mortals were mortals after all. Blood seeped from his five senses simultaneously. He trembled and slowly turned to look at the main seat of the banquet hall, looking at the end of the long table.

He heard it; he heard the bell sound for the banquet to start;

He saw it; he saw silver and gold utensils containing fresh human organs appearing one by one on the empty tabletop;

He smelled it; he smelled the sweet scent belonging to food in the bloody thick fog;

He touched it; he touched the blood corpses hanging down from the ceiling.

He felt it—

He felt it! At the other end of the long table, a figure wearing a red robe seemed to have crossed over from a distant dimension, and the figure gradually became clear. ===== CHAPTER 83 =====