Ever since the war deepened, the Rouen soldiers had seen too many unscientific and unnatural phenomena. It was so many that they were numb to it. However, the scene of the mangled corpses crawling up still shocked them. It left them horrified and confused. They had the feeling that they wouldn't be spared and would eventually become zombies.
Of course, there was a reason why they were able to maintain their morale after seeing so many unscientific and unnatural phenomena. They didn't collapse.
Just as they were feeling immense fear, a series of chanting sounded from behind them.
"They are naked, without food or clothing. They have no cover in the cold."
"…
"The Evernight didn't abandon them. It gave them its blessings." (Note 1)
The holy and merciful prayers echoed throughout the entire defense line, quickly dissipating the fear of every soldier. Their bodies and minds turned tranquil.
Then, a number of soldiers obeyed the orders and moved out cannonballs covered in silver patterns. They adjusted the muzzles and aimed at the black mass of mangled corpses.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sparks constantly flashed as the cannonballs landed in different spots on the battlefield, exploding and emitting a rich darkness.
The mangled corpses were either destroyed or collapsed powerlessly, returning to their eternal slumber.
When the mysterious black-robed hooded man behind the Resistance saw this, he raised his arms as though he was hugging the crimson moon high in the sky.
At this moment, his body suddenly turned incorporeal and was dyed with a faint red color, turning into a hazy moonlight.
The moonlight instantly shattered, turning into pieces of red scales that dissipated on the spot.
Moonlight Transformation!
This was a Beyonder power possessed by a Sequence 5 Scarlet Scholar of the Apothecary pathway. To a Sequence 4 Shaman King, it was almost instinctive.
And at the spot where the Shaman King was, a figure quickly outlined itself.
It was a huge cloth doll. "It" had blonde hair and bright red eyes. It wore a black gothic dress that was engraved with countless mysterious patterns and had sinister vines wrapped around it. Its skin didn't have the luster that a human should have.
Reinette Tinekerr!
"She" had used the Staff of the Stars to summon "Herself" in perfect condition.
Of course, what Klein had lent Miss Messenger was the real Staff of the Stars. It was the Staff of the Stars that he had brought from above the gray fog to the real World ahead of time.
If that wasn't the case, it would be equivalent to Klein's Historical Void projection summoning the Staff of the Stars projection. Then, the Staff of the Stars projection would summon Reinette Tinekerr at her peak in the past. All of this burden would be placed on Magicians Fors, quickly draining her spirituality.
And by temporarily handing the Staff of the Stars's main body to Reinette Tinekerr, it could effectively avoid this problem. The spirituality expended would be borne by the Ancient Bane.
At the same time, Reinette Tinekerr was perhaps one of the existences least afraid of the negative effects of the Staff of the Stars.
As a representative of the temperance faction, as a "puppet," a "doll," "She" could completely prevent any scenes from surfacing in "Her" mind. And after transforming into a concealed state, the Staff of the Stars would find it difficult to affect "Her" Historical Void projection.
Reinette Tinekerr, who was in perfect condition, had attempted to approach stealthily and directly possess Rose School's Shaman King, ending the battle instantly. However, "She" had sensed the danger ahead of time. Using the moonlight's illumination, "She" had escaped from the Wraith's possession.
Amidst the crimson radiance that enveloped the land, red scales rapidly reformed in the distance, condensing into the black-robed and hooded Rose School's Shaman King. He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the Ancient Bane in front of him.
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, a figure rapidly outlined itself. It was none other than the German Sparrow, who was wearing a black trench coat and a half top hat. He wore a transparent glove on his left hand as he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
Clumps of crimson flames rose all over the battlefield, as if they were announcing a grand performance.
Just as the Shaman King finished reassembling, "He" reached out his left hand and tore the clothes around his chest. And at this moment, Reinette Tinekerr's bright red eyes reflected his figure.
If nothing went wrong, the Rose School of Thought's Shaman King would turn into a rabbit or a goat in the next second. He would "lose" most of his characteristics and Beyonder powers. However, his body only emitted a faint glow without any changes.
His chest was exposed, and there was a thin, brownish-yellow puppet embedded in it.
This puppet seemed to grow out of the Shaman King's body, and it was connected to his organs. Its eyes and mouth were like crescent moons, and its body was planted with dried flowers and withered grass. It exuded an indescribable strangeness under the moonlight.
Suddenly, the puppet was dyed bright red, as though it had been soaked in blood.
Following that, it clearly softened, turning into a pool of mud that led to the Shaman King's organs.
Amidst the mud, an arm extended out.
Its surface was flowing with a pitch-black sticky liquid, and strange objects protruded out. Some had skeletal heads, some had barbed tongues, and some had three-dimensional eyes.
Abomination Suah!
This leader of Rose School, a Sequence 1 existence, had descended through the air with the help of an advance setup!
The evil aura instantly caused the surrounding Rose School members and vassals to either die, undergo mutations, or attack their own people crazily. Apart from the Shaman King, no one was spared.
…
West Balam, a port city.
Shaman King Klarman, who had become the supreme ruler here, stood on the top floor of a cathedral that originally belonged to the Church of Evernight, looking down at the sparsely lit city.
In a house not far away, Emlyn White glanced at Sharon, who was sitting on a chair like a doll. He took out a bronze box embedded with many rubies.
Inside the box was an eyeball-shaped glass ball. It was a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact of the Sun domain that Emlyn had applied for from the Sanguine. It was called the Vision of White.
It was very effective against demigods and Shaman Kings of the Mutant pathway. In certain aspects, it could even be considered a counter.
Of course, it wouldn't feel pity or benevolence just because Emlyn and Sharon were Beyonders on its side.
Seeing Sharon nod slightly, indicating that there were no problems, Emlyn's body suddenly turned incorporeal. Under the moonlight that shone into the room, he disintegrated into bright and demonic red scales.
On the top floor of a nearby cathedral, the black-and-white-haired Klarman paced back and forth. He sneered at the fact that the city's Nighthawks and Mandated Punishers had led the Rouen immigrants to evacuate ahead of time and had taken away all the Sealed Artifacts.
If there were only Beyonders, it wouldn't be impossible to escape, but with so many ordinary people, how are they to hide and move? I don't need to send people to track them. I just need to seal off the surrounding areas where they can dock their ships and obtain food to make them collapse on their own …
As he muttered silently to himself, this Shaman King, who had been active in the Southern Continent since the beginning of the Fifth Epoch and was even suspected to have died of old age, cast his gaze out the window and stared at the crimson moon high in the sky.
The abnormal phenomenon of the crimson moon turning white had made Klarman feel the wrath of the Primordial Moon. He had always felt uneasy and uneasy.
He had become a believer of the Primordial Moon while studying natural interaction, secret deed rituals, and other mysticism knowledge.
Normally speaking, it was relatively easy for a Shaman King to live to a thousand years old, but after that, there would definitely be a decline in his physical condition, an irreversible aging, and the decline and decay of his Spirit Body. Therefore, 1,200 years was often the natural limit for Shaman Kings and Sanguine Earls. To continue living, they could only rely on various methods to extend their lifespans, such as sealing themselves and sleeping in a coffin deep in the ancient castle.
The reason why Klarman was still energetic at nearly 1,400 years old and didn't need to reduce his actions was because he had received a gift from the Primordial Moon.
This was also the reason why he had disappeared for so many years.
Later, he received a revelation from the Primordial Moon and joined Rose School.
In this aspect, Klarman had always been a little puzzled. At times, he believed that the Mother Tree of Desire and the Primordial Moon were one and the same, different sides of the same great existence. At other times, he felt that the Mother Tree of Desire and the Primordial Moon were not only completely different, but there was even a deep contradiction between them.
This resulted in the Primordial Moon believers like him, who later joined Rose School, not receiving enough attention. Apart from receiving some gifts, they were placed in non-critical positions.
Just as Klarman was focused on sensing the crimson moon in an attempt to obtain a revelation, bright red scales of light appeared in the crimson moonlight that scattered across the cathedral's bell tower. They gathered together and turned into Emlyn White, who was wearing a suit and a bow tie.
Behind this Sanguine, thick black gas emanated, forming a pair of illusory bat wings.
Emlyn had long consumed the corresponding potion to eliminate his scent and spirituality fluctuations, allowing him to approach the target in secret.
Of course, it was a demigod, a Sequence 4 demigod of the same pathway. Even if he was fully prepared, he didn't dare to get too close, or he would be easily discovered.
Looking at the window of Shaman King Klarman's room and observing the projection on the glass for a second, Emlyn White opened the bronze box embedded with a ruby and picked up the Vision of White with his left hand, which was wearing a black velvet glove.
His expression immediately warped as he experienced the pain of being completely exposed to the blazing sunlight.
Enduring the feeling, Emlyn placed the transparent eyeball-shaped glass ball near his right eye.
All the buildings in front of him suddenly "disappeared" from his vision, leaving behind figures that were either cold, crimson, or depraved and evil.
Among them, there was a figure that was like a huge black vortex, crazily devouring the surrounding light, causing its body to distort.
This was Emlyn's target, the ancient Shaman King, Klarman.
A spot of light lit up, condensing into a scorching, blinding beam that shot out from the Vision of White and headed straight for the figure behind the glass window.
Note 1: Adapted from the Old Testament: Job.
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