Bizarre Realm-Chapter 112 - 35: Light Chasers Will Never Forsake the Light! (3)
Feathered!
This is the Feathered ritual coveted by the Cultists, representing the true Light Chaser, the blessing of the Moth Mother, the gift of the Ancient Race, a transcendence of the essence of Life.
This terrifying half-human half-moth monster slowly stood up.
He stepped off the altar, his pristine wings dragging on the ground, leaving filthy dark red blood stains, and a faint shimmering light of the powder from his wings. As the blood stains gradually melted, the trembling wings slowly opened, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, reborn, stretching its body.
Thud!
A sharp spike appeared in his palm, as if an insect, he walked on double feet towards the crowded cocooned humans, accompanied by a fleeting gleam, the bone spine instantly pierced the cocoon shell, slicing both the half-transformed creatures inside in half.
Blood splattered.
The entire underground chamber turned into a bloody slaughterhouse as ’Hank’ swung the bone blades his hands had become, mercilessly killing all the monsters here that had not yet hatched.
A pair of bloodthirsty compound eyes were full of chaotic madness, yet a trace of sanity still lingered.
"Dorne cannot fall."
"I cannot lose control, cannot descend into madness..."
"Because they are here too!..."
The Feathered transformation of the Light Chaser symbolizes the blessing of the Moth Mother. This half-human half-moth terror knelt on the altar, muttering in a hoarse voice like insect chirping, "Praise be to the Mother of Changes in Death and Rebirth!"
"You are the Mother of Old Me, ruling Life and Death, and also the Mother of New Me, ruling Immortality and Change!"
"You are the Light Chaser in the dark!"
"You are the Seeker in the eternal night, the guide to new life!"
"You are the generous, merciful and great Moth Mother!..."
With the raspy prayer of this monster, the entire underground chamber trembled, forming layers of echoes as if in resonance. Above the altar, the outline of a bizarre moth faintly emerged.
A drop of green blood fell onto the altar.
This humanoid monster named ’Hank’ cut open the wings on his back with his bone blade, like shredding drifting clouds, piece by piece lightly trembling without wind. He chanted, "Praise be to the great Moth Mother!"
"I pray for the ascension of the Light Chaser!"
"I will wield my new self as the blade, the old self as the shield, embarking on the path of ascension, chasing the dark light, the eternal light, the final light!..."
"I pray to challenge the Ancient offspring! Embark on the path of ascension!"
The entire altar cracked with tremors, the outline of the bizarre moth also cracked, as if using Death to end the old self, nurturing rebirth. The Light Chaser’s prayer received the blessing of the Moth Mother, as any Feathered Light Chaser is qualified to become its offspring.
Hank slowly stood up, his torn white wings spread open, drops of green blood scattering, the trembling wings in the wind like trailing sleeves of flight, akin to the wings of an insect Angel.
Boom!
His figure shot skyward, crashing through the ceiling, landing on the dilapidated rooftop amidst the scattered debris.
Hank turned his gaze towards the direction of the Night Watch Headquarters.
"Focus on the direction of the light!"
He muttered madly, then the tall figure took flight, the torn wings transforming into six feathers. Accompanied by the scattering glowing powder, he carved a trajectory in the dark night sky that resembled a splendid meteor.
His figure resembled a moth drawn to flame, pursuing the power of the Ancient bloodline, pinpointing the location of the Moth Mother’s offspring.
The final reason like a burning torch!
This Investigator, who never had the chance to step onto the Path of Destiny, embraced the final reason between the death and rebirth of his old self, embarking on the ascension path of the Ancient Race with inevitable death.
Moth to flame is the instinct of the Moth Mother, blessing those fearless Feathered ones.
Over the skies of Dorne City.
A grotesque half-human half-moth monster pierced the sky, soaring as if it were a falling star, completely ignoring the layered illusions, the True Illusions covering the wealthy district, masterpieces of High Tier Illusionists.
Boom!
Amidst an exploding house, a colossal being burst through a luxurious villa, scattered debris falling everywhere. This offspring of the Ancients hatched from a massive white cocoon, surrounded by shriveled, withered corpses like discarded humanoid exuviae.
It screeched as it fluttered its wings, spanning over thirty meters, scattering countless faintly glowing powders that hypnotized all nearby life. This Ancient offspring was angry, unable to tolerate a Feathered one’s challenge.
The ascension of the Ancient Race is the Path of Destiny for humanity.
This overreaching Feathered one was attempting to challenge it, replace it, becoming the Moth Mother’s new offspring.
Thud!
Streaks of mottled gray-white scale feathers pierced the sky, like sharp blades covering the sun. This was the authority of the Scale-winged Race. In an instant, Hank’s figure became riddled with holes, his Feathered wings behind him like tattered cloth, the scales tough enough to withstand gunfire shredded, green blood raining down, along with the fragmented remains of his limbs.
The strength of the one in the Upper Position is terrifying!
The Moth Mother’s offspring mastered the Law of Transformation of the Scale-winged Race, this power completely crushing the other Feathered ones.
Only nearing perfection can qualify one to step onto the Path of Destiny. Similarly, only nearing perfection offers a chance to complete the ascension of the Ancient Race.
This is a moth-to-flame death ceremony!
The Ancient offspring extended its massive segmented arm, grasping Hank’s already shattered body like a bug. The blessing of the Moth Mother endowed him with tremendous Life Force. Even with his body riddled with holes, he had not yet perished, yet the difference in power was too vast, leaving him with not a shred of chance for victory.
"Damn it!"
"The Ancient offspring awakened prematurely!"
In the illusion of the Mirage, an exasperated voice rang out, anxiously, "Have the Beast Tamer arrange the Summoning ceremony immediately."
In the sky.
The Moth Mother’s offspring slowly brought the Feathered one before it into its mouth. Since the opponent dared challenge it, they must be prepared to be devoured entirely. The blessing of the Moth Mother upon this Feathered one now belonged to it.
An overreaching Feathered one, fit only to be food on the table!
A mouth full of sharp mandibles opened wide.
In mid-air, the shattered body of Hank turned to face the East, towards where the Night Watch Headquarters was. The insect eyes enabled him to overlook all darkness, he saw figures of the Night Watchers under the dark night sky rushing madly in this direction.
People flew through the sky, agile figures on rooftops, one after another, tracing the path of the light.
"At long last... just in time!..."
Hank relievedly smiled, slowly closed his eyes, his body resembling a delicious dessert, swallowed by the Moth Mother’s offspring.
The Path of Destiny spares no mercy, the defeated lose everything!
Yet the Light Chasers never abandon the light at death’s door, they are moths to the flame, like nameless beings of the Dark Era. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
The Moth Mother is ever so merciful and generous.
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