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Chapter 3990 The Song of the Purple Moon (41) — Raizo

A dark red light flashed, and Claude returned to his original appearance, even his shattered glasses were restored to their original state.

As for Gerdoff, he had also come to his senses... At this moment, he was in a state of existential doubt, with a sullen face and a very melancholy expression.

"Your Highness, I believe we need to revise this operation."

The appearance of an immortal with the title "Radiant Moon" was enough to make Cloud take this trip seriously, and he could no longer treat it with a casual attitude...

As expected, His Highness wouldn't come to such a remote corner for no reason. It's just that I was too presumptuous and didn't understand His Highness's thoughts from the beginning.

“No need.” Testarossa knew that Claude was probably in some kind of delirious state again, but she didn’t intend to point it out. “My purpose is not the same as that person’s. Since there is no need for conflict, even if we are not enemies.”

“I understand.” Claude nodded.

Testarossa suddenly looked at the witch, "[Black Cat] Lady, where is that tool you mentioned now?"

At this moment, the witch seemed absent-minded.

“He’s gone.” The witch shook her head. “Everything was fine until your butler suffered a minor setback, and then he suddenly disappeared from my sight.”

Claude frowned slightly but remained silent.

Testarossa smiled enigmatically and said, "Ms. Black Cat, has the appearance of an immortal powerhouse along the way diminished your confidence in us?"

"...She really is gone." The witch said irritably, "My lord, do I look like the kind of person who is fickle? Yes, I admit that the woman just now was indeed terrifying, but as you said, her unreasonable combat power probably couldn't last long. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left so easily."

Testarossa seemed satisfied with the answer. "So, where did your tool disappear to?"

The witch sensed something, then pointed... clearly in a direction far from the confrontation between the Pirate King and the Lord of R'lyeh.

“Hmm…” Testarossa pondered, “It seems that the tool you’ve encountered has some unknown motives.”

The witch shrugged. "Just a long-eared creature, looks quite ordinary, doesn't seem that powerful... Unless, it's hiding something very well?"

The impressive ones had already discovered her following them—for example, Claude; even if he got a little close, this bespectacled guy could sense it keenly.

"What did this long-eared tribesman do before he disappeared?" Testarossa asked after thinking for a moment.

The witch said directly, "It seems we encountered an injured guy... I don't know where he came from, but the surveillance stopped around that time."

If she wasn't mistaken, the injured guy seemed to be the aloof young man who had once entered the Black and White Abyss with the orc Goshu... But she didn't intend to say it!
—I don’t know what the point of hiding it is… but I have a feeling it might be useful?
Testarossa stared intently at the witch, who did not look away and remained calm.

“Alright.” Testarossa suddenly chuckled. “Ms. Black Cat, I’ll believe you for now… Let’s go, it’s time for us to meet this Lord of R’lyeh who has just awakened.”

The witch nodded silently.

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[Laurel] Tribe... Moon Worship Ceremony Square.

As the light and shadow of the divine tree grew weaker, the black tentacles drew ever closer to the survivors, seemingly within reach. The many long-eared tribesmen could only kneel on the ground in devotion, constantly praying.

"Why don't we... charge out? Maybe there's still a chance we can survive!"

"How can we charge? Some of our tribesmen have already gone berserk and charged out. Haven't you seen what happened to them?"

"Are we just going to sit here and wait to die? What's the use of this kind of prayer!"

"High Priest... High Priest will surely save us!"

"Stop making noise... Shh! Look, isn't there something outside... Look closely, there seems to be someone under those tentacles!"

Pairs of eyes instinctively looked over.

Beneath the dense, forest-like tentacles, a faint black mist had appeared out of nowhere... and from within the mist, a figure slowly walked towards them.

The steps the other person took seemed to be treading on the heartbeats of the many long-eared tribesmen... At this moment, under the light and shadow of the divine tree, there was an eerie silence!
"what……"

Suddenly, one of the long-eared tribesmen cried out, breaking the deathly silence—when they saw the true face of the figure walking in the black mist!
"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

That's not human.

Instead, it was a "thing" with the head of a sea monster octopus, with octopus tentacles that looked like thick whiskers—and these "whiskers" were movable, like earthworms secreting a lot of mucus.

The "thing" completely ignored the existence of the terrifying tentacles, and the faint light of the divine tree's shadow seemed unable to stop its advance.

"Back off! Everyone back off!" The remaining long-eared warriors had no choice but to step forward, rushing to the front to block their people. "Those in front... don't come any closer! Stop!!"

Perhaps this is the work of some treasure hunter... most likely due to the terrifying tentacles?

This was the only possibility the warriors of the Long-Eared Tribe could think of at this moment.

"No...there's more than one!"

Just then, a soldier cried out in alarm!
Behind that "thing," figures kept emerging from the black mist... some were rotting bodies, others were bodies covered with barnacles!

"They...them?!"

"How could this happen..."

Following behind the "things" were not only invading treasure hunters, but also... their own kind!

The scene before them was like witnessing an army of undead crawling out of the deep sea, sending chills down the spines of the long-eared tribesmen.

"Die, you monster!!"

One of the long-eared warriors, seemingly unable to withstand the pressure, suddenly raised his spear and made a throwing motion.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

But he was immediately stopped by his companions.

"Don't make any rash moves... These monsters don't seem... they don't seem to be coming for us!"

"what?"

At this moment, the leading "thing" seemed oblivious to the numerous long-eared tribe survivors under the light and shadow of the divine tree, and walked step by step toward the location of the [Dark Light Rift]—the location of the original [Sea God] statue that the long-eared tribe had always worshipped!

"They...they went in..."

"Yes, they really went in..."

But what terrified the long-eared tribe survivors was that they had no idea how many of their kin had turned into those horrible ghosts!
The long-eared tribesmen were all sweating profusely... some even collapsed to the ground, at a loss, only able to hear the breathing of those around them.

Because the appearance of these enormous "monsters" was so terrifying, none of the long-eared tribes noticed that the light and shadow of the divine tree were becoming increasingly dim... dim.

Finally, it seemed to have exhausted all its strength, and the light and shadow shattered instantly without any warning... The purple flower buds hanging on the tree also lost all their luster and fell down as dull as stones!

Bang, bang, bang!
"what!!!"

"The Divine Tree...the Divine Tree!!"

Desperate cries erupted instantly, and at the same time, the restless tentacles outside completely engulfed the area...

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Within the temple space, beneath the fissure in the earth, lies a vast labyrinthine ruin.

The golden light emitted by the nine enormous golden drums almost dispelled half of the darkness here... and from within the vortex shrouded in an aura of fear, an irregular, bluish-black mist, resembling ink dissolving in water, was slowly drifting out.

Zhang Bolu's gaze instantly turned much more serious.

Below, even the [Golden] Shaq, who was already wearing earmuffs, couldn't help but raise his voice. Even with his abilities, it was difficult for him to witness a battle of this level, but being able to see it in person was an extremely precious opportunity.

“Brother, that’s the legendary Lord of R’lyeh…” Shak took a deep breath. “Even if we didn’t find the treasure, this trip was still worthwhile! Later… if anything happens, remember to protect your old brother!”

At this moment, [Gold] Shaq no longer dared to say anything boastful in front of [his younger brother], and followed his heart.

Upon hearing this, Captain Luo simply smiled and said, "I believe that as long as Brother Shak obediently observes the battle and does nothing... I think Captain Zhang will still protect you."

"..."

—It's as if labor and management are bound to do something bad...

—Damn it, in this kind of environment, what ability do I have to cause trouble?!
Just as he was about to try to save face, he saw Captain Luo suddenly instruct Little Bai Zhi. Little Bai Zhi lowered her head and quickly ran to Baniko's side, then took out a pair of gay purple earmuffs and put them on Rabbit.

Then Xiao Baizhi took small, quick steps and ran back with her head down... rushing back like a duck.

[Gold] Upon seeing this, Shaq's weathered face twitched instinctively—if he had held on a little longer, would his brother have put earmuffs on him, saving him from wasting a card?

He could only tell himself again and again that it wasn't a loss, after all, these earmuffs were good stuff, it wasn't a loss... Didn't he still have two cards?

Just use it with caution!

It's worth it...

"Hahaha! This trip to [Purple Moon] was definitely worth it!"

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Zhang Bolu's wild laughter rang out again, "It's been a long time since an opponent has appeared worthy of my serious attention!"

Finally, the irregularly shaped cloud of mist completely flew out of the vortex, then began to become round... and eventually turned into a huge, crystal-clear preserved egg.

Captain Luo's gaze sharpened slightly. Under the black and white vision, the contents of this large "century egg" instantly became impossible to hide.

He then gave a slightly strange look of contemplation.

"Third Form, Boiling Blood!"

Just then, Zhang Bolu suddenly shouted... Among the nine golden drummers, the first, sixth, and ninth struck at the same time!
A more intense drumbeat followed.

At this moment, the [Dragon Sparrow Ring], following the rhythm of the drumbeats, slashed directly at the giant "preserved egg"—the black egg!
Black Egg offered no resistance, allowing the [Dragon Sparrow Ring] to strike its body... Instantly, two swift streams of black matter surged out from the blade of the [Dragon Sparrow Ring] to the sides!

From a distance, it looks as if the [Dragon Sparrow Ring] is tearing open a jet-black river!

Click——!
The black egg, which had released a large amount of black ink, actually developed a crack under the sharp edge of the [Dragon Sparrow Ring]... Crack crack crack crack crack crack—!
Zhang Bolu frowned and instantly sheathed his sword!

Blinding beams of light shot out from the cracks in the black egg... and finally, the entire black egg shattered!

"Aha..."

Amidst the dazzling light, a yawning sound suddenly rang out...

When the blinding light faded, a young man appeared where the black egg had been, shirtless, stretching, yawning, and even with tears streaming from his eyes.

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Looking at the man emerging from the black egg, [Gold] Shak was extremely astonished. "This...this is the Lord of R'lyeh? How come he's completely different from the legends? Shouldn't the Lord of R'lyeh be a combination of an octopus, a dragon, and a human...? What? No...I can't sense even the slightest trace of the aura of the [Great Old Ones] from this guy? And..."

—This guy is quite handsome?

"Who are you?" Zhang Bolu frowned. "You are not Cthulhu, the Lord of R'lyeh. Who are you, and why are you in the seal?"

Upon hearing this, the handsome man, who was shirtless, seemed a little lost in thought, but quickly regained his focus... He looked at Zhang Bolu with a puzzled expression, then seemed to remember something and tapped his head.

"Oh... I remember now." The handsome man muttered to himself, "A good name, it seems to be... Raizo."

“Raizō?” Zhang Bolu frowned again in confusion, and pondered, “Could it be that you were also sealed by the [Sea God]?”

"Sea God... Kalithorpe?" The handsome man... Raizo rubbed his temples. "Wait a minute, let me catch my breath. I've been asleep for too long, my memory is a bit hazy... Wait a minute, don't rush, I'm already out, aren't I?"

The momentum that the Dragon Sparrow Breaking Formation Song had been giving Zhang Bolu was now like a deflated balloon... Zhang Bolu's fighting spirit, which he had been building up for a while, was instantly destroyed.

But the Raizo in front of him seemed to be completely absorbed in his own world and started to drift off again.

Zhang Bolu shook his head and slowly descended, seemingly bored.

“Oh… I remember something now.” The man named Raizo suddenly said, “I am a magic creator. It was [Karishorp] who brought me here to create this [Golden Nightmare Labyrinth]… And then, eh? And then what happened?”

Raizo tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, then suddenly said, "Oh... by the way, do you have any sweets? Anything sweet is fine. If I can eat something sweet, my mind will be a bit sharper... I have a sweet tooth."

Zhang Bolu was speechless—his personal space was filled with all kinds of precious swords and rare treasures, and he never lacked food... The various medicines and injections for combat could fill an entire warship.

But there really aren't any desserts!
He subconsciously looked at [Gold] Shaq and his group.

Then [Gold] Shaq suddenly jolted, quickly pulling out half a carrot. "Is this okay? I think it's a little sweet..."

"No, no, I hate eating vegetables the most!" Raizo waved his hand with a look of disgust.

Helpless, Shaq could only turn his gaze to his younger brother and his wife.

“Angelica dahurica,” Captain Luo called softly.

"Is this okay?" Xiao Baizhi then pulled a small bag out of her handbag. "I also have some snacks and cookies here, but they're sweet and savory!"

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"Ah—mu! Delicious!"

Raizo sat cross-legged on the ground with a carefree attitude. After opening Baizhi's small bag, he happily nibbled on a bear-shaped biscuit.

He seems to really love sweets; a lucky pink blush appeared on his cheeks, and even his eyes crinkled into crescents.

What was supposed to be a battle between the Pirate King and the Lord of R'lyeh has somehow turned into this.

"...You've eaten, have you remembered anything?" [Gold] Shaq couldn't help but ask at this moment.

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush…” Raizo chewed on his words and said, “I’m starting to remember something. I think I was tricked by [Karishorp]. I think I made a mistake or an error when I was fusing the Lord of [R'lyeh] with the labyrinth… and then it was like this and that? Anyway, that’s how it is now!”

Shak was instantly enraged, but only for a moment. Zhang Bolu was still there, so he didn't dare to act recklessly.

"If it is you who is sealed, then what about the Lord of R'lyeh? Was it not trapped at all in the first place?"

“No, not at all.” Raizo shook his head and said, “Although the final fusion failed, the body of the Lord of R'lyeh and the labyrinth have basically merged…”

He suddenly pressed his hand to the ground, and then said, "Besides, judging from this situation, it should have woken up a long time ago, right? Judging from the activity level of the maze, it's been at least several hundred ordinary years, hasn't it?"

"What...did you say?!" Zhang Bolu's gaze sharpened slightly.

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"here it is……"

In a reddish-brown space, [Demon Sword] Caesar followed closely behind Lord [Boros], his face full of vigilance.

"Treasure, isn't this what you've always wanted?" Boros chuckled, then took out an exquisitely crafted white jade-shaped [Ghost Craft Ball] from his collar.

In an instant, the [Ghost Craft Ball] emitted a dazzling precious light!

After the light faded, the reddish-brown space suddenly began to flow—endless brown blood surged wildly, instantly transforming into a huge pool of blood!
At the same time, a gigantic heart with hundreds of chambers, beating continuously, slowly rose from the pool of blood...

"Caesar, go forth, the treasure you seek is right before you."

"Lord Boros, you..." Caesar's gaze narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, two thick octopus tentacles emerged from Lord Boros's wide sleeves... At the same time, Lord Boros's neck twisted at a bizarre angle, 180 degrees, so that his mouth was above and his eyes were below.

"Caesar, come here!"

Moreover, even the voice... has changed.

The pool of blood surged and overflowed, instantly submerging Caesar's legs.

"Lord Boros?" Caesar, the Demon Sword, called out calmly.

"Yes, I am Lord Boros, Caesar, aren't you coming over?"

[Demon Sword] Caesar suddenly shook his head, and then his figure flashed out, appearing in front of Boros as if he had just come to a sudden stop after being launched by an electromagnetic catapult. He struck out with his palm, directly hitting Boros's chest.

"It seems you really don't know anything... What a waste of my expression."

After that palm strike, Boros's body twitched a few times before he collapsed to his knees.

Immediately afterwards, [Demon Sword] Caesar... [Caesar] casually tore the [Ghost Craft Ball] necklace off Boros's neck and took it away.

He let out a soft sigh, squinted at the enormous, beating heart, and suddenly smiled: "But it doesn't matter, anyway... we found it, didn't we?"

Caesar slowly walked towards the enormous heart on the pool of blood.

The next moment, streams of blood transformed into crimson tentacles emerging from the blood pool... However, it seemed as if there was an impenetrable force field around [Caesar], and the crimson tentacles vaporized the moment they approached.

"Lord of R'lyeh?" Caesar raised his head, squinting, and said, "No, Cthulhu... Do you want your head back?"

Cardiac arrest.

[Caesar] chuckled again, "Old Su, do you want your head? If you do, I can give it to you right now... but you have to do one thing for me."

In an instant, the entire blood pool began to spin wildly, transforming into a massive vortex.

"So, it seems they've agreed?"

(End of this chapter)