Bizarre Realm-Chapter 114 - 36: Dark Ceremony (Part 1)

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

In a strange series of sounds, the monsters already transformed into cocoons broke through their shells. The entire perimeter of the battlefield was filled with the sound of wings flapping, and then hundreds of half-human, half-moth monsters took to the sky. Their hatching speed was incredibly fast, as if the life process had been accelerated to just a few minutes.

They were like a swarming horde.

Buzz!

These half-human, half-moth monsters scattered like a swarm of insects. Even ordinary people, upon seeing their ferocious outlines, felt a sting of mental pain.

Shawn came to a halt outside the poisonous mist.

He was acting with Benjamin, William, Daisy, Gemma, and others, and hidden around them were members of the Black Moon Sect. Because of Shawn’s own extraordinary intuition, only he could see the hidden enemies without using any external devices.

As for the Antimatter Rifle, it was not in Shawn’s hand; he had handed it over directly to the Night Watch Headquarters. It was allocated to a Death Pilgrim of the Ranger Path.

Speaking of marksmanship, no one could be more accurate than a High Tier Ranger.

"There’s a stealthy enemy nearby, go find him out!"

Shawn picked up the communicator and said to a Black Moon Sect member not far away, "The opponent has casting ability, possibly on the Poet Path."

In the shadow a hundred meters away, the deceitful assassin Zellers vanished from where he had been.

The enemies that the Night Watchers faced weren’t just the moth mother’s offspring that had descended, but also the Doomsday Circus secretly infiltrating Dorne City. Although Hank interrupted their Dark Blood Sacrifice with his life, the prematurely hatched offspring of the moth mother still caused immense casualties to Dorne City.

Bang!

As those half-human, half-moth monsters flew towards Shawn and the others, a dull gunshot suddenly echoed beneath the night sky.

A silver-grey bullet flashed like flowing light.

The next second, the entire body of the moth mother’s offspring exploded, its hard scales were torn apart as if made of paper. The bullet tore open a huge crater about a meter in diameter in its head; the Antimatter Bullet’s hit didn’t create a massive explosion. On the contrary, within the offspring’s head, all the bones and flesh began to collapse inward, as if matter were compressing together, much like a neutron star contracting, with countless ripped flesh and bones collapsing into the central void, a dark hole about ten meters in diameter appeared.

The head of the moth mother’s offspring, along with half of its body, completely disappeared.

Countless flesh collapsed and compressed inward, finally condensing into a small pitch-black dot. Until the surrounding space became stable again, only then did the massive body of the moth mother’s offspring plunge down from the sky.

Not far away.

The silhouette of a Death Pilgrim appeared at the top of the clock tower, with a completely black Antimatter Rifle steadily braced on his shoulder. His expression was full of shock, seemingly amazed by its terror-inducing power.

"Is this antimatter weaponry?"

Shawn felt his understanding being shaken once again; this wasn’t the type of antimaterial weapon he had imagined. It didn’t even make an explosive sound; instead, after hitting the enemy’s body, it tore open a black hole-like ten-meter region, swallowing and compressing all material structures, ultimately causing all material to collapse into a small black dot.

This scene astonished not only the members of the Doomsday Circus but also the Night Watchers who were rushing to support!

"Is it dead?" William’s anxious voice sounded.

He was a warrior, only able to run on the ground.

Logically speaking, with such a terrifying strike, the moth mother’s offspring should be dead, especially since its entire head along with half of its body had completely disintegrated.

Those flesh pieces had been compressed into a small black dot, making a dull sound the moment they hit the ground.

"Not dead!"

The voice of Clothilda the Dragon Descendant came from not far away, her voice slightly trembling as she said, "It’s cocooning!"

What?!

Shawn’s figure leaped into the air, running and jumping mid-air to land on a rooftop. In front of his vision, the moth mother’s offspring had been blasted to pieces by the Antimatter Bullet. The ten-meter direct hole engulfed its entire head, extending from its body downwards, approximately destroying a third of its torso.

Its massive body fell from the sky, amidst a dull thunderous noise, raising a cloud of glowing powder dust.

But in the next second, its body began to change.

The laws of life and death were distorted; even without a head, the moth mother’s offspring startlingly began to cocoon and rebirth in place, countless silver-white threads spreading in all directions, absorbing all nearby flesh and then wrapping its body in countless threads like silkworm silk.

A giant cocoon with a diameter of about fifteen meters appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The outer layer’s sturdy scales formed the cocoon’s protective shell.

It was being reborn!

This was the moth mother’s sovereignty, the death of the old self, the rebirth of the new self, the offspring of yore reversing the law of life and death, resurrecting anew with a shattered husk.

Shawn instantly turned his head towards the direction of the clock tower, shouting, "Shoot again!"

But in the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw atop the clock tower, behind the Death Pilgrim who was reloading and aiming once more; a strange grey-white clown figure emerged. A bizarrely mocking smile hung on his face, and a cold dagger in an instant executed the Death Pilgrim before him.

Even a High Tier Ranger couldn’t guard against such a sudden sneak attack and assassination.