Bizarre Realm-Chapter 113 - 36: Dark Ceremony (Part 1)

Rumble.

A muffled peal of thunder echoed in the sky, accompanied by bolts of lightning descending from above, catching the Night Watchers rushing to support off guard.

A thunderstorm cloud shrouded the skies over the affluent district.

Lightning streaked through the roiling clouds, striking at a rate of roughly one every six seconds, indiscriminately targeting everything within range, with those able to fly being the first to bear the brunt. The dark clouds hurled over thirty bolts of lightning before finally dissipating.

In the corner of the villa district.

A short dwarf withdrew his Magic Staff, a peculiar piece of thunderstruck wood engraved with runes unique to the natural order. His fingers gripping the staff were slightly singed, seemingly suffering from the lightning’s backlash, and he spoke urgently, "The Night Watchers are here!"

"Let’s retreat."

"Let the Moth’s Offspring handle them."

He shivered all over, his hair bristling as mild electric arcs flickered over him, complaining, "Damn it! Who said the Druid’s sealed object was easy to use?"

In the Shadows emerged the figures of a Poet and a Dancer, with the Poet raising an eyebrow, "The Night Watchers are out in full force."

"Let’s lie low for a while."

"Wait for the Beast Tamer’s pets to land."

As he spoke, the dwarf raised his Magic Staff, and with a stroke of deep darkness, all members of the Doomsday Circus present became invisible.

Group Invisibility Technique.

The dwarf’s voice surfaced from the darkness, "My illusion technique has been broken."

"They’ve brought some powerful sealed objects."

"Go!"

Suddenly, a dazzling firelight burst forth in the sky, followed by massive fiery meteor balls plummeting down, which bombarded the entire villa like missiles, transforming it into a ruin strewn with shattered stones. The spreading flames ignited everything nearby, and in an instant, blazes soared all around.

The Poet’s expression changed, he spoke solemnly, "It’s a 9-ring spell."

"The Death Pilgrim has arrived!"

The meteoric fireballs descending from the sky covered nearly a hundred-meter range. The explosions alone laid waste to everything nearby, targeting chiefly the Moth’s Offspring breaking free from its shell, but even the blast remnants left them in a dire state.

A fierce insect screech rang out.

The Moth’s Offspring soared into the sky, its wings spreading thirty meters wide, accompanied by a tremor of scales and feathers, scattering crystalline powder in all directions. Instantly, with its massive body at the center, within a three-hundred-meter radius, it cloaked its surroundings in rainbow-like light, all refracted by the glimmering powder. Shimmering fluorescent dust dispersed in all directions.

Throughout the villa district, terrifying screams echoed.

From the awakening of the Moth’s Offspring to the fiery meteors descending from the sky to ravage the land, the muffled blasts resonated throughout much of Dorne City. In the darkness, many fearful figures fled in disarray, all residents living around the affluent district. Some ran directly into the meteor blasts from the sky, leaving the ground strewn with dismembered flesh. Others barely escaped their homes only to touch the dispersing fluorescent powder, after which their skin began to fester, growing horrifying pustules, as if parasitized by insects.

Bang!

Finally, amid a deafening explosion, some people’s bodies burst into fragments, releasing a swarm of dense, lethal insects.

Pandemic Swarm.

This is the dominion of the Offspring of Yore, wielding control over the Law of Insects.

The prosperity of life doesn’t solely refer to humanity but also encompasses myriad insects, down to microorganisms like bacteria and viruses.

The life dominion wielded by the Moth is beyond human comprehension.

"Be careful!"

"Poison!"

From above came the Death Pilgrim’s warning as the toxic mists stirred by the Moth’s Offspring’s wing beat spread in all directions, the colorful changing powders bearing various negative states. Some people bloat in place, exploding into flesh, and from their corpses emerge dense swarms of venomous bugs. Others suddenly fall asleep, their bodies curling and hunched, and peculiar oils secreting from their skin surface. Within a few minutes, they’ve become grotesque pupal humanoids.

Even more terrifying is the dark green toxic mist dispersing with the wind. Those touched by it mostly die instantly, their entire bodies dissolving like pus, becoming the breeding ground for microorganisms.

These microorganisms, boosted by the Life Law, are rapidly propagating, directly breaking down humans in place.

The toxic mist functions as an instant death effect, just like the Death Cloud Technique, directly killing weak organisms.

The Offspring of Yore is too frightening!

Centered on the Moth’s Offspring, within approximately a three-hundred-meter diameter, there’s nearly no survivor. Furthermore, the spreading toxic mist is moving with its body, accompanied by the fierce wind stirred by its giant feathered wings, countless tiny glowing powders spreading in all directions.

The entire villa district near Dorne City suffers severe casualties, this is an indiscriminate wide-scale instant death effect, and the battle has only just begun with already thousands silently perishing.

"Damn it!"

"Had Aemon not locked the Spatial Key, so many innocent people wouldn’t have died."

If they could open the Mirror Space like in previous battles, transcendent beings might fight fiercely, but so many ordinary people wouldn’t perish.