Crimson Moon felt as if all of her senses had been stripped away in an instant. She could neither see nor hear anything, and the only thing left in the world was darkness. Moreover, her body was gradually becoming numb as if it was being corroded by the darkness. In this absolute silence, her body seemed to gradually disappear, leaving only her subconscious floating in the air. Perhaps her consciousness would eventually fade away and she would fall into a deep sleep.
Any other person would have fallen into a state of panic by now, but Crimson Moon was surprisingly calm and only curiously observed the darkness in front of her. Suddenly, her demonic body rapidly changed. Her entire body was engulfed in flames, and the outline of her body seemed to change shape amidst the flames. Flames of lust were reborn, turning her into a humanoid figure of fire. The burning flames extended behind her in the shape of a dragon's tail.
However, the flames in her vision disappeared in a flash and soon the world was plunged into darkness once more.
The fiery dragonman demonic body was still unable to burn this domain of darkness.
Beside Crimson Moon, several old men were shrouded in darkness. Before they could feel their senses being stripped away, they were stimulated by the burning pain in their bodies and screamed in pain.
However, even they could not hear their own screams. They could only feel the howls coming from the depths of their souls.
In the gloomy darkness, Boluo's figure flashed past the few old men without even looking at them. His Dark Realm was not as simple as depriving the enemy of their senses. The black mist contained corrosive toxins. If someone from the Abyss stayed here for an hour, they would be corroded to the point that not even their bones would be left. However, these old men were not even Pioneers. Their bodies melted the moment they came into contact with the black mist.
Boro saw the fiery dragonman demonic body activated by Crimson Moon, but his eyes did not show any surprise. Instead, he sped up, a pitch black sword that looked like it had been forged from a pure black gem had appeared in his hand at some point. He abruptly raised the sword and slashed at Crimson Moon with the force of a thunderbolt.
Crimson Moon, who had entered the Fire Draconic Demon's body, was completely unaware of her presence. Just as the blade of her sword was about to land, Boro suddenly sensed an abnormal signal of danger coming from in front of him. The sword in his hand paused for a moment, and the blade of his sword, which had been pressing downwards, rose upwards, but it was still too slow. There was a flash of white light, and Boro felt an excruciating pain from his wrist. The black longsword was sent flying, and the hilt of the sword was still tightly gripped by a hand with long fingernails.
The next moment, Bolo suddenly felt an intense chill coming from all directions. His pupils constricted and he hurriedly closed his wings to defend himself, but countless rays of white light instantly appeared in his vision, filling up the world of darkness and turning his vision into a vast expanse of white.
"How … How …" Boluo felt dizzy from the white light, and then the dizziness grew stronger and stronger. He slowly closed his eyes.
After an unknown period of time, the black fog gradually dissipated, as if something was attracting it. It gathered on the ground and turned into streams of black gas that surged into the objects on the ground.
Crimson Moon's vision slowly recovered, and she looked in the direction where the black gas was surging. Due to the darkness, she could not see what was on the ground, but there were dozens of them of various sizes.
Ten minutes later, the black gas was completely devoured by the objects on the ground, revealing the objects that had devoured the black gas. They were lumps of flesh and severed limbs!
Crimson Moon breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. She glanced at the wriggling flesh and limbs on the ground, as well as the pierced wing. Clearly, this was Boro's body! Just four or five meters in front of her, Boro's head lay there. His skull had been pierced through from below, and his head had been split in two. However, his brain had not spilled out and was instead stuck to the inside of his skull, still wriggling gently like a wriggling earthworm.
Although she had expected this, Crimson Moon still sucked in a light breath and sighed. What kind of tenacious vitality was this? No wonder kings were called existences that had already surpassed humans! However, even if they had surpassed the limits of human life, it did not mean that they could become gods!
Thinking of this, a trace of passion flashed in her eyes, and her pursuit of immortality became even more tempted.
"Your darkness domain may be strong, and with my ability, I can't break it at all, but that doesn't mean that nothing in the world can." Crimson Moon stepped over the severed limbs and flesh around her and arrived in front of Boro's head, which had been split in two. Who would have thought that Boro, who had just displayed his most powerful killing move, would be smashed into pieces in the blink of an eye?
"This was specially prepared for you. From the moment you stepped into this place, your fate was already decided." Crimson Moon's lips curled up. This was a weapon she had dismantled from the spaceship of Amelie's tribe. Not only did the particle beam it released reach the speed of light, its destructive power far exceeded that of a king's attack. This was the power of technology, and even a king who had evolved to the level of a demon could not withstand it with just his body!
On the ground, the eyeballs on the two halves of Boro's head moved slightly. He looked at Crimson Moon, but there was no resentment or malevolence in his eyes. Instead, they were surprisingly gentle. Half of his lips squirmed slightly, but no sound came out.
However, Crimson Moon had read Dean's memories and had already learned how to read lips. When she saw what he said, she frowned slightly. That sentence was: "You've finally grown up."
"That's right, I have indeed grown up." Crimson Moon was not sure whether he was mocking her or not. Boro's gaze made her feel uncomfortable and even strange, which was different from what she had imagined. She bent down to hold the two halves of Boro's head and slowly closed them together. At the same time, one of her fingers turned into a sharp blade and pressed against his forehead, ready to stab into it at any time.
At this time, the broken part of Boro's head made a cracking sound, and the tissues in the skull quickly glued together like countless tiny tentacles, completely filling up the gaps and squeezing out the excess air. The skin on his face also quickly healed, and in the blink of an eye, a complete head appeared.
This scene was extremely magical, but Crimson Moon was not surprised at all. She just stared at him, ready to take his life if he made the slightest movement. Although Boro only had a head left, she was still on full alert.
"You're very similar to her," Boro said slowly. With his head completely restored, his expression was exceptionally calm, even a bit nostalgic. There was a touch of sadness and gentleness in the depths of his eyes that could not be concealed. "Unfortunately, I won't have the chance to resurrect her in this life. If souls and heaven really exist, I hope I can go see her …"
Crimson Moon looked at him indifferently, knowing who the 'her' he spoke of was, "I am not her, I am me, my new name is' Crimson Moon '."
"Crimson Moon …" Boro murmured, "Crimson Moon was born, called Crimson Moon …" A trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth as he sighed softly, "Indeed, you are not her. She would never treat me like this, she is more gentle and kind than anyone else …"
"There is no meaning in death." Crimson Moon interrupted him indifferently, "Even if I am praised for my greatness after death, it is not as good as trampling all living beings under my feet while I am alive! I only believe in the world I see now. Heaven and hell are just weapons of faith fabricated by the laughable Holy See to discipline mortals. Without ambition, how can mortals fight? Without fear, how can mortals control themselves? Instead of hoping for something so remote, it is better to grasp everything in one's own hands and hold on tight! "
Boro was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "You spared my life because you want to use me as your experimental subject?"
Crimson Moon's lips curled up slightly, "As expected of my good father, the person who understands me the best. You are the best experimental subject I have been looking forward to for a long time. Even the lucky child of the old era cannot compare to your quality. I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise!"
Boro's expression had already returned to its cold and emotionless state. "If you think you can control me after I become a god, I don't mind becoming the first god of this new world!"
"My dear father, you will become a god. This is your dream, and no matter what, I will help you achieve it. As for now, don't even think about struggling with your broken limbs." Fei Yue grinned, revealing her pearly white teeth that looked a little cold.
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