Bizarre Realm-Chapter 119 - 37: Dark Ceremony! Warriors! To the Death!_4
Yet there were still those who soon broke free from the influence of the maddening melody.
Erland, leader of the Black Moon Sect, who ascended through the Warrior Path as a Dark Guard, pulled his weapon from the body of a half-man, half-moth creature. He seemed to gradually ignore the eerie tune piercing deep into his soul, as he began sprinting forward, leaping and slicing towards the poet, now twisted into a humanoid instrument.
The second to break free was Rocky, standing beside Shawn, a Sword Saint who had ascended as a warrior. His face contorted with madness, leaving only a thread of clarity.
He was about to lose control.
Rocky shoved Shawn aside, and as Erland charged towards the poet twisted into a bizarre humanoid instrument, Rocky took a deep breath, the air within him, the gathering gray mist, surged like rising steam, enveloping his entire body and imbuing his bone sword with a faint deathly glow.
— Breath Slash!
Buzz!
In mid-air, an invisible energy barrier seemed to be cleaved open. As Dark Guard Erland swung his sword to shatter the Energy Protection Field, Sword Saint Rocky’s figure flew out. A terrifying aura erupted from him, his entire spirit fully condensed, embodying the legendary Supreme Path, as a sword light swept across the sky, instantly decapitating the poet.
Heaven to the left, warrior to the right.
Warriors on the Warrior Path can always unleash unimaginable courage at the most critical moments, even when the laws of the Bizarre Realm are twisted; their courage remains unstoppable!
A sharp Banshee’s howl pierced the air.
As the head hit the ground, the poet’s spine-turned-seven-string-lyre suddenly exploded, with ear-piercing sound waves sweeping across the battlefield. An indescribable flutist’s shadow appeared behind the headless corpse.
Bang.
Erland’s head exploded in an instant, blood and brain matter scattering in all directions. Rocky’s face bled from seven apertures, like a grotesque demon emerging from Hell. His horrifying gaze fiercely fixated ahead as he swung one final sword towards the indescribable flutist’s shadow!
The way of the warrior, born from death, unwavering until the very end!
That strange, indescribable flutist’s shadow slightly raised its hand, and a blood-red line swept over, causing Rocky’s figure to explode instantly, transforming into countless flying pieces of flesh, like a spectacular display of blood fireworks.
The shadow grabbed the poet’s remains, and with a raised hand, tore open a void in the darkness, dragging the humanoid instrument into oblivion.
As if obtaining a satisfactory collectible, the indescribable flutist gradually dissipated.
This was its ceremony, its ritual to claim the sacrifice.
— The echo lingers.
On the battlefield, the eerie melody played by the poet continued to resonate in the sky, echoing heavily, causing everyone to painfully cover their ears, and with the poet’s death, others finally began to break free from the constraints.
But the music dedicated to the Old Ones by the poet had already completed, a segment of the grand Dark Ceremony had ended.
The sky was suddenly shrouded in darkness!
Under the night sky, a pair of unimaginably enormous and strange wings seemed to appear, nearly covering all of Dorne City.
Moth Mother!
It was drawn by the chaotic fire rising in Dorne.
Yet it did not enter reality, for the summoning ceremony of the Doomsday Circus had not fully succeeded. Investigator Hank, like a moth to the flame, destroyed the grand ceremony’s opening rite. The elder Night Watchers, Erland and Rocky, severed the old melodies played by the poet using warrior’s glory and courage.
The entire Dark Ceremony was nearly ruined.
What’s left here is only the reflection of Moth Mother’s projection onto the real world, but even the reflection of the Old Ones caused countless to feel pain and madness.
Shawn felt like he was going insane.
When the poet’s mad melody for the Old Ones sounded, the knowledge in his brain raged; it was the law of distorted tunes. And when Moth Mother’s reflection appeared in the sky of the real world, its indescribable strange silhouette inflicted an indelible mental shock on his highly sensitive mind.
The space was trembling.
Suddenly, a portion of the sky’s reflection was torn apart, Shawn, in a daze, saw gigantic invisible hands grasping those wings obscuring the sky, forcibly dragging Moth Mother’s reflection out of the real world’s dimension.
The Demigods of the Bizarre Realm finally took action!
Shawn sensed the presence of Lady Hecate, and the Moth Mother attracted near the real world was directly pulled by the Demigods into another battlefield, belonging to the Bizarre Realm.
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