The black sun hangs high

Chapter 412 The Wolf's Inquiry

The pure azure blue tore through the thick darkness overflowing from within Watchtower City, creating an incredibly brilliant pillar of light under the oppressive, heavy night.

After breaking through the deep shadows summoned by the invisible wolf, the light continued its journey into the night sky.

It dispelled the heavy clouds above Watchtower, tore apart the lingering gloom of the dark dome, chased away the murky trails left by the black sun in the sky, and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

The beam of light looked like a blue torch standing tall in the long night.

Or perhaps it is a pure waterfall cascading down from that gloomy sky.

Although there had been other amazing "miracles" like the Dark Dome in this cold land before, this time, when the pure light shone in the night sky, it brought an unprecedented shock to every individual who witnessed it.

Many residents, facing persecution from the Black Sun Society and the royal family of Saint Steel, began to pray fervently, still struggling to follow their former faith.

Many people who had ultimately chosen to join the Black Sun Society for various reasons now looked away in fear.

As for the members of the Black Sun Society who followed ancient deities and regarded Mel as an "absurd false god," they were caught in an even more contradictory state.

They knew very well that what appeared before them was a "miracle" that was even more sacred and pure than those rituals that the Black Sun Society had performed in the past.

In that light, as clear as water, they felt the purest magic and saw intricate lines and structures that were completely beyond their comprehension and imagination...

What terrified them even more was that they caught a terrifying possibility in this radiance—that the "deity" capable of creating such miracles truly had the power to utterly crush and destroy their opponents.

For the spellcasters active in the area surrounding Watchtower, such a sight was enough to bring them to tears.

Although there was no written or spoken communication, every mage who still regarded the goddess Mel as their spiritual pillar felt a strong sense of resonance at this moment.

They suddenly realized that what appeared before them was a gentle glance cast by that great being who had once been active in this world.

"..."

Weilin opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The shriek emanating from the giant eagle of Atmir forced her to avert her gaze from the dazzling light.

Her situation was dire; in the eyes of these terrifying predators, a lake-level magic scholar was nothing more than a slightly troublesome but delicious meal.

The giant eagle closest to Virin let out a harsh cry, its exaggerated talons already raised, about to stomp down hard on the entrance to the mine.

But at that moment, the bright blue light in the distance suddenly began to flicker violently.

Before Verin and the giant eagle Atmir could react, an extremely cold aura instantly traversed the long distance, tearing through everything in its path, and descended upon the mine entrance with a piercing shriek.

That was an icicle.

An enormous icicle, it looked just like the sharp spire of a clock tower!

Now, the ice spike pierced precisely through the body of the Atmir giant eagle, pinning its massive form to the ground. Pale, frigid mist drifted over the eagle, its feathers, which had once been able to withstand a large amount of destructive magic, now appeared extremely fragile. The blood, imbued with the blessing of the Moon Eagle, had just gushed out when, in the terrifyingly low temperature emanating from the ice spike, it transformed into a magnificent and peculiar sculpture.

Vera was stunned.

Because she discovered that she saw very familiar marks and magical patterns on the suddenly appearing giant ice cone.

As the creator of the "Frosty Pool," she was already intimately familiar with every magical line and detail of every magical model in this spell, and now, she actually saw these familiar marks on this magical ice cone.

The chill emanating from the ice cone constantly reminded Verine that the distant "miracle" and the magic that suddenly helped her defeat her powerful enemy were closely related to the magic she had created and mastered.

The death of its kind plunged the remaining two Atmir giant eagles into a state of extreme anxiety and panic.

They all turned to look at the flashing blue light, and then let out screams filled with vivid emotions. They had no time to care about the corpses of their own kind. Their huge bodies twisted around, their wings began to flap wildly, and they hurriedly flew towards the distant sky.

Yes, faced with this sudden burst of power, these powerful Moon Heirs chose to retreat and flee.

The instinct to hunt and kill was finally crushed by an uncontrollable and irresistible fear at this moment.

However, the amazing magical miracle, or rather, the creator of that miracle, did not intend to let these dangerous lunar offspring go so easily, and so two more icy blue lights streaked across the night sky.

Faced with this deadly threat, the two Altmir giant eagles, which were fleeing, finally unleashed all the power contained within their bodies. Countless fine, blood-red patterns appeared on their feathers, which were the precious treasures bestowed upon these direct descendants by the former Lord of the Sky.

The stiff feathers stood on end, and the intricate crimson patterns spread outwards like protective magic. Under the cover of night, these lights and shadows seemed to form two huge red "bubbles," enveloping and covering the two giant eagles that were flying at high speed.

A deadly blue light relentlessly pursued, while the Moonkin, which had previously been hunting and destroying with impunity, circled and dodged in the gloomy night in various postures. However, drawn by some unseen force, the icy blue light eventually caught up with one of the Moonkin.

Vera saw that these dazzling magical lights dispersed into sharp cones and needles of different sizes, forming an impenetrable encirclement and successfully blocking their target. Then, these sharp lights pierced down towards the blood-red "moonlight".

This process is as simple as popping a bubble with your fingernail.

The dark red color vanished completely in the blink of an eye, and the figure of the Atmir giant eagle stopped moving—large and small blue lights transformed into countless ice blades that cut through its body. They flew and darted about, leaving a series of gorgeous tracks and patterns on the black curtain.

As these icy blue trails dissipated, the once complete giant eagle was cut into pieces of varying sizes. These fragments were frozen into cold, solid ice, which then fell from the sky and crashed onto the land shrouded in the shadow of the Black Sun Society.

……

In the very center of Watchtower, Hughes raised his hand and caught the slowly falling page of the magic book.

The moment the pages touched Hugh's palm, the seemingly intact pages completely turned into fine, white powder. They fell from Hugh's fingers like snowflakes and ice crystals, and upon contact with the blood-stained and filthy ground, they turned into invisible, clear watermarks that seeped into the cracks in the ground.

Hughes still felt a little regretful.

However, as the bearer and guide of this immense power, he also knew that being able to kill two Atmir giant eagles in succession at this distance was already the best possible outcome.

If he insists on killing the last Moonling, it will inevitably disrupt and affect the current stable magical environment, which will give the invisible wolf projection that is confronting him an opportunity.

Hugh looked up and saw that his vision was filled with slowly drifting, clear magic. They were connected together and floated gently in mid-air, making Hugh feel as if he were in the center of a calm sea.

The concepts of space and time became blurred at this moment. In a certain instant, Hugh even felt as if he had completely merged into the flowing magic and become part of the ever-changing magical structure. Soft whispers entered his ears with the vibrations of the magic and leaped outward with the changes in Hugh's own thoughts.

Suddenly, Hugh seemed to understand something, so he quickly asked in his mind, "Did you mention... 'Sinarhai' before?"

However, Theseus did not answer his question.

The guy seemed to have suddenly left or fallen asleep; he completely ignored Hugh's questions and did not interfere with Hugh's thoughts and actions in any way.

Just as Hugh was trying to investigate Theseus's situation, the calm "ocean of magic" he was in suddenly trembled. The peaceful, pure blue curtain was violently torn open by something, and then an incredibly huge shadow suddenly appeared in Hugh's field of vision through the crack.

That is the invisible wolf.

Compared to before, the appearance of the Invisible Wolf has also changed.

In the sudden magical shock, the invisible wolf's body, constructed from countless "chains," became riddled with holes, and the dark green lightning that originally symbolized the power of Kzlov and constantly pulsed between these chains has now almost disappeared.

Instead, the dark purple crystals that were originally hidden within the invisible wolf's body were replaced.

They have now completely transformed into fillers for those "chains" gaps, and are still growing outwards, trying to cover every corner of the body.

Meanwhile, Kzlov, who was originally on the ground as the projection vessel of the invisible wolf, has now been pulled in the opposite direction by those "chains" and fixed into the body of this giant wolf beast. He is tightly wrapped around the chest of the invisible wolf, and his limbs have completely merged with those twisting chains. The dark purple crystals climb up his body, making his already distorted appearance even more bizarre.

Clearly, Krzlov has now become a complete part of the invisible wolf projection that descended upon Vaan. As the vessel of the projection and the supplier of magic, he has been completely "drained." But even so, the ferocious wolf is unwilling to let him go. As Krzlov himself said, this "devouring" and "fusion" is also a form of cooperation.

In retrospect, this was not just a threat Kizlov used to intimidate others, but rather his true thoughts.

Beneath Kizlov's calm demeanor and meticulous thinking lay the same extremism and madness as other members of the Black Sun Society.

As a key member of the Black Sun Society responsible for excavating lost ruins, Kizlov's obsession with those ancient powers far surpasses that of others. It is precisely because he has personally experienced the shock and impact of those past "miracles" that Kizlov so yearns for those gods who actually existed.

And now, he has achieved his goal.

He truly became a part of the Hound Lord in the Dark Abyss Palace. His memories, thoughts, and ideas were all accepted by the projection of the great wolf beast through the transmission and fusion of power. This also meant that from this moment on, the humble individual, Kzlov, would disappear from the world forever. He would become a complete part of the Dark Abyss Palace and a participant in the eternal Great Hunt!
After successfully accepting this part of Kzlov's thoughts and will, the enormous wolf beast clearly gained a better understanding of the situation before it. After successfully tearing open the magical veil in front of it and coming to Hugh's side again, the ferocious beast lowered its head, and the dark purple crystals on its body kept flashing, forming a distorted and deformed tone.

"I can smell a familiar scent..."

"Who exactly are you? Are you the messenger of that despicable 'clown'? Or perhaps, her spokesperson?"

These words echoed in Hugh's mind, transmitted through magic, sounding like the strange noises of rocks colliding in the abyss.

However, after saying these words, the invisible wolf seemed confused. It suddenly turned its head and put its head close to Hugh's side. Its voice continued: "No... this is impossible. She has disappeared. There is no chosen one, no representative... only that crazy 'clown' is left."

Countless crystal-covered chains emerged from its body, slowly rotating and once again aiming at Hughes's position: "Tell the Invisible Wolf, rare pure 'descendant'... what exactly do you yearn for?"

"Is it ultimate pleasure? Endless carnage? Or perhaps, immortality accompanied by the black celestial bodies?"

(End of this chapter)