Chapter 539

Chapter 539: Blood-Curdling Crescent Moon

In the Eisolas Diocese of the western mountains.

Outside a desolate and barren valley, four people dressed in pitch-black robes stood on a hill, overlooking the group below performing a ceremony.

These people ranged from old to young, mostly practicing the Angelic Sequence, their aura in disarray. At this moment, they surrounded an elderly man in the center of the open space, seemingly listening to his teachings.

His eye sockets were sunken, his face withered, his bones protruding. He held a crooked wooden staff in his hand, wearing a white robe while depicting a vastly different new world to those below.

Then, cheers erupted around them, and those crazed eyes clearly indicated that they had long lost their sanity. The entire scene was filled with a twisted and eerie atmosphere.

“This seems to be an important stronghold,” Black Ox said in a low, hoarse voice.

“Indeed, looks like we’ve caught a big fish this time,” Red Hat adjusted the brim of his hat and said.

A commotion arose again in the gathering below. A group of people with their wrists bound were dragged up. They looked panic-stricken, struggling to look around, but everyone else looked at them with sinister gazes.

These people were brought to the center of the gathering, then several masked religious figures stepped forward, with distorted chaotic phantoms appearing in their hands. Although their forms were not large and weak, they were enough to be fatal to ordinary people.

They were preparing to corrupt these people, then select the lucky survivors as their companions.

Seeing this scene from afar, Red Hat put on white gloves and slowly spoke:

“Kill them all.”

“There’s no longer any reason for redemption.”

After saying this, the four people split up, approaching the valley from four directions. They would surround this stronghold of several hundred people.

In the valley, they were shouting praises to the deity, gathered around bonfires, dancing to an eerie rhythm, their faces wild and excited, chanting judgment and transcendence, feeling a strange satisfaction and madness.

At the same time, the extraordinary core within these gathered Extraordinary Beings also underwent some changes, a kind of pathological vigor.

Lolan Hill silently descended from the hillside, her figure standing in the shadows, watching the scene before her. A nauseating disgust rose in her heart, as if facing something filthy.

She still disliked such twisted things.

In her heart, she sighed, placing the doll in her arms aside, then took out a huge silver scythe from a ring.

This was recently acquired by Red Hat using the team’s contributions at headquarters, of rare pearl quality, specially designed to counter chaotic phantoms, with effects of purification and soul destruction.

[Scythe of Cleansing Moon] (Rare Pearl Grade): The blade of the scythe is made of pure silver essence, and the handle is made of prayer wood, capable of purifying unclean and evil, causing special damage to souls and spirit bodies. Additionally, angelic sequence runes are engraved on the scythe, which can unleash special moves when activated.

Although the scythe required a high contribution price, Red Hat gave it to her considering that Lohil had rescued Make-up Artist and Black Ox, saying that as the captain, he must ensure fair rewards and punishments.

“As the team leader, one must be fair in rewards and punishments,” he said at the time.

Thus, Lolan Hill accepted the goodwill, although now she found the scythe quite useful.

From the west, a roar echoed from the mountain cove, followed by a pale sword light piercing through the night sky, accompanied by howls and battle cries.

The fighting on the opposite side seemed to have started. That sound was probably Black Ox. Lolan Hill gripped the handle of the scythe tightly in one hand, while the other hand felt the black cloth covering her face, calming her emotions before stepping out slowly.

Her gray boots made slight sounds as they stepped on the dried branches, moving forward, revealing a hint of indigo skirt from under the black robe. The silver scythe reflected water-like luster in the firelight.

Nearby, about ten ‘Backlighters’ turned around at the faint sound, seeing the sudden appearance of a stranger. Though they didn’t know who this girl was, the distinctive black robe needed no further explanation.

“There’s another one here!”

Seeing this sudden arrival of Judgment Division personnel, the originally fervent emotions seemed to be doused with icy water. Even though they fervently pursued the deity, they gradually realized that whenever these black-robed people appeared, it meant slaughter and death.

As the internal cleaning institution of the church, the Judgment Division usually did not intervene, but once they appeared, it meant the start of thorough extermination.

“Aaah—”

The person who had lost their mind, after a drastic emotional fluctuation, did not choose to run away but charged directly. There was only one person, what was there to fear?

Some held swords, others knives, and some raised axes, their eyes bloodshot, running toward the ground, fully utilizing their extraordinary cores, bringing tremendous strength, rolling like boulders across the earth.

Dirt flew as they ran, their weapons whistled sharply in the night sky, carrying hundreds of pounds of weight, charging straight at this seemingly fragile and slender body, as if a hammer striking thin paper.

Lolan Hill’s pupils slightly closed, exhaling, adjusting her magic power and balance, then—

Her azure eyes suddenly opened wide, a faint light trace flashing, space seeming to shatter. The figure charging forward was directly sliced apart, thick and turbid blood spraying like a waterfall.

The mutilated limbs fell onto the dark red ground, making a dull sound. The silver blade landed on the ground and bounced slightly, emitting a metallic tremor.

Holding the giant scythe dripping with blood, she walked forward slowly, stepping over the corpses lying on the ground, leaving behind droplets of blood wrapped in dust.

“No, no, don’t kill me, I was deceived, I was coerced, I’m really a good person!”

A priest sat on the ground, shrinking back in terror, his eyes filled with fear, his limbs trembling.

“I’m sorry, it’s too late,”

The girl’s voice was ethereal and cold, looking at the man in front of her, analyzing the soul and extraordinary core within him. They were deeply polluted and twisted, irreversible. Even if she didn’t act, he wouldn’t live for half a year.

The corruption of chaotic phantoms wouldn’t show mercy just because you were its believer; it lacked such consciousness and will. Knowing its characteristics could only delay it. Even a Sequence 9 witch would become extreme over time under its long-term influence, eventually crumbling. How much more so for this person?

Letting him live would likely bring more tragedies.

With a twist of the scythe handle, another silver light flashed, and the man in front of her was cut into three pieces, even his soul torn and purified.

Under the dim and dark sky, the black-robed girl danced in the firelight, her figure swaying, the scythe in her hand resembling a crescent moon, cutting through icy arcs, slicing through enemy bodies, crimson blood staining her robe dark red.

Her voice was like a blood-curdling cry, a cold moon bathed in red flames.

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