Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thick, verdant vines shot out from the ground, some encircling Ritz, others sprouting sharp barbs and violently striking the figure in front.
The figure, which had just solidified, once again transformed into a blurry, crimson moonlight, scattering into crimson scales under the vines' assault, only to quickly reassemble not far away.
Under the Blood Moon, the abilities of Beyonders on the Moon Pathway received a significant boost, especially since the opponent was a Follower of the Primordial Moon.
The slender figure continuously vanished and reassembled in the crimson moonlight, easily approaching Bugs Bunny, who was manipulating the vines.
A crimson moonlight flashed, and behind Bugs Bunny, a hand with long, sharp nails fiercely swung down.
Bang!
With the help of its spiritual intuition and luck, Bugs Bunny just happened to swing its branch staff to block the attack. The immense force sent it flying backward.
"Meow!" A sharp, ear-piercing sound rang out simultaneously, coming from Ritz, who had emerged from the gaps in the vines.
The armor-like mechanism on its head erupted in a pale white glow, transforming its roar into a "Wailing Spirit's Shriek" that could pierce eardrums and harm spirits.
The spiritual pain made the Primordial Moon Believers pause his forward movement. His head throbbed, and his thoughts became muddled.
Brie, who wasn't too far away, was unaffected by the "Wailing Spirit's Shriek." The metal ring around its neck shone with a dawn-like radiance, completely isolating its interaction with the outside world and circumventing the shriek's influence.
The next moment, Brie, who had been waiting for the opportunity, swiftly darted forward, then leaped high. The metal devices on its two front paws suddenly glowed with a dazzling blue light, with silvery electric arcs jumping on them.
After it got close to the figure, who was momentarily rigid, its two front paws fiercely clawed at the opponent's face. A thick, silvery electric current appeared out of nowhere, directly striking the opponent's body, even causing dense electric snakes to surge from the surrounding ground.
The paralyzing effect carried by the lightning plunged the Primordial Moon Believers, who had just recovered from the "Wailing Spirit's Shriek," back into paralysis.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thick, wide vines quickly shot out from the ground, intertwining in mid-air and growing dark green, broad leaves that completely blocked out the moonlight cast by the Blood Moon in the sky.
Looking at the suddenly darkened surroundings, the Primordial Moon Believers, still in a state of paralysis, suddenly felt a premonition of ill omen.
Brie landed lightly. The previous electric current had caused some paralysis in its body, but with the aid of Mystical Items on it, it wasn't affected much.
Ritz, covered in mechanical devices, scurried forward. The mechanical devices on its legs and sides sprayed scorching Steam, and the immense thrust made it instantly leap from the ground, closing in on the paralyzed Primordial Moon Believers' face.
"Meow!" Another mournful shriek rang out, piercing directly into the soul.
The paralyzed Primordial Moon Believers momentarily lost his focus. Crimson blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and ears. His mind inevitably fell into a daze, and the thoughts that had just surfaced in his mind vanished in an instant.
The surrounding ground suddenly grew thorns as thick as a thumb, covered in fine barbs.
These thorns tightly wrapped around the Primordial Moon Believers' body. Specks of dark red blood seeped from where the thorns bound him, and toxins with paralyzing and weakening effects invaded his body through the wounds.
Brie took out a brilliant golden talisman from the cloth bag hanging on itself and softly chanted in ancient hermes:
"Sun!"
Suddenly, golden illusory flames ignited out of nowhere all around. These flames emitted a powerful Sun aura, densely forming a continuous ocean that completely enveloped the Primordial Moon Believers, instantly setting him ablaze like a man on fire.
Under the pure and sacred flames, the Primordial Moon Believers' body showed signs of melting.
"Ho ho ho~"
The intense pain that swept through his entire body made the paralyzed Primordial Moon Believers let out a hoarse, unpleasant sound.
"Meow!" Ritz timely supplemented with a "Wailing Spirit's Shriek," preventing the Follower of the Primordial Moon from making any effective resistance.
Seeing that Brie and Ritz had the situation under control, Bugs Bunny casually picked up a handful of leaves mixed with weeds from the ground, infused them with spirituality, and threw them forward.
The leaves rapidly grew and mutated in mid-air, turning into sharp, dark wooden thorns that rubbed against the air at extreme speed, piercing into the figure being scorched by the golden-yellow flames.
After penetrating the flesh, these wooden thorns did not stop; instead, they began to take root and sprout, drawing life force from the flesh as if it were soil.
"Meow!"
Ritz let out another "Wailing Spirit's Shriek," causing the Primordial Moon Believers, whose thoughts had just begun to clear, to fall back into a dazed state.
His body rapidly distorted and deformed under the scorching light of the fire, turning into a crimson paper figure, and then quickly dissipated into ashes.
Bugs Bunny swiftly threw out the Die of Probability it had in its pocket, then its body rapidly expanded, transforming into a gray-furred lop-eared rabbit the size of a brown bear.
The branch staff, which had been just right in its hand, now looked like a small twig. It threw the staff with all its might without even looking.
Whoosh! Plop!
A whooshing sound cut through the air, followed by the sound of a sharp object piercing flesh.
"Ugh..." A charred human figure, just beginning to emerge, looked incredulously at the position of its left chest.
A staff, like a branch freshly torn from a tree, was obliquely embedded there. It had neatly avoided the ribs, piercing directly into the heart from its weakest point.
"Meow!" Another mournful, ear-piercing cat's cry rang out. His head became dizzy and heavy; no thoughts could stir, only an overwhelming discomfort.
This damned cat... its cry is so unpleasant...
Boom!
A thick, silvery electric current descended from thin air. The charred figure of the Primordial Moon Believers instantly collapsed, and chunks of blackened flesh fell from him.
Tiny, blood-red light spots separated from the charred corpse, floating up and down around it.
Bugs Bunny saw the gradually separating Beyonder characteristics and only then confirmed that this Primordial Moon Believers was truly dead. Its brown-bear-sized body rapidly shrunk back to the size of a normal rabbit, then it stepped forward and pulled its staff from the corpse's chest.
Finally, it didn't forget to add: "This Scarlet Scholar is so weak."
"He was already injured before he met us, and his luck was really bad."
Brie followed up with a supplement. It skillfully searched the body of the Primordial Moon Believers, now a corpse, for spoils of war.
In the end, it only found a somewhat melted golden pocket watch. It kicked the corpse twice in dissatisfaction, saying:
"So poor, not even a Mystical Item."
"Let's not look for Beyonders of the Moon Pathway anymore. Most of them used to be Beast Tamers, and fighting them always makes me feel uneasy."
On the south bank of the Paz River Valley, a figure covered entirely in metal parts rapidly approached the Intis Military under the crimson Blood Moon.
"Waaah!"
A sound like an infant's cry suddenly echoed in the air, as if with layers of reverberation, disturbing the surrounding crimson moonlight. Strange, indifferent eyes grew from the void, staring with infinite malice at the figure surrounded in the center.
The surrounding light rapidly dimmed, and even the spiritual growth and enhancement in inspiration and death brought by the Blood Moon were isolated.
"Moses Ascetic Order? You've cooperated with those Lunatics from the Aurora Order?"
The figure, entirely covered in precise metal parts, questioned in a low but robust voice.
No figures appeared around, nor did anyone answer his question; only more and more eyes extended from the shadows, from the dust floating in the air.
After a moment of silence, the figure, covered entirely in metal, extended both hands forward. His arms rapidly deformed and reassembled. His right hand became a honeycomb-shaped cannon barrel composed of many gun barrels, while his left hand transformed into something resembling a single-tube rocket launcher.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless projectiles instantly poured out from his right hand, forming a continuous barrage, and exploding in mid-air, creating a dazzling blaze.
As soon as these blazes appeared, they were quickly covered with a brilliant color, and continuously thinned, eventually transforming into a splendid and True painting.
The figure covered in metal slowly raised his left hand, aiming it at his front-side. Violent spirituality and crimson radiance began to emerge on his cannon-like arm.
The next moment, a clear and brilliant light descended from mid-air, covering his hands and rapidly disintegrating the metal on his body.
In just a moment, his hands, which had transformed into cannon barrels, were completely dissolved and disintegrated.
A figure draped in a classical Warlock's robe quietly appeared beside him. She had a pair of highly distinctive brown eyes, and her light brown hair was thick and fluffy, cascading down. She looked at the puppet in front of her with a slight smile and said:
"Just enjoy the show. This puppet of yours was quite expensive to make. What a pity if I break it!"
The metal puppet in front of her spoke in a voice as hoarse as an old machine:
"Glenn Palace? Former Senior Deacon of the Steam Church's Trier Diocese, who later defected to join the Moses Ascetic Order. I didn't expect you to have already become an Angel!"
"I don't really want to hear you talk. It's better if you stay silent, otherwise, I don't mind preparing an Alchemist's Beyonder characteristics for my Artisan cat in advance."
"Even if your main body stays in the Steam Cathedral, it wouldn't be difficult for me to kill you and retreat safely. Don't have too much faith in your God, after all, even the Storm can have the Cathedral of Waves stolen right under its nose..."
Glenn brushed a strand of hair that had fallen onto her shoulder, threatening with a hint of nonchalance and teasing in her voice.
The mechanical puppet in front of her fell silent for a moment, then lowered its head to look at the ground. The mechanical parts where its eyes were deformed and reassembled, as if it had temporarily assembled a telescope for itself.