The chains hanging in the air rattled, indicating that the demon in the air was struggling. When it confirmed that it could not break free of the chains, the mud spread out from its body, and the dark mud in the sky became more and more numerous and larger. It rose to high altitudes, blocking the moonlight and the starry sky with falling snow, and a giant dragon made of black mud was slowly taking shape.
"Oh, it actually devoured the dragon's desire?"
The doctor said with a surprised smile, and he and Shade looked at the giant dragon that completely blocked out most of the starry sky.
Fortunately, it was night time now. In this era, even city dwellers suffered from night blindness. The church did not even need to find a way to explain it. People would spontaneously understand that it was just a black cloud with a strange shape.
"Is everything all right?"
The doctor asked Xia De, and Xia De nodded:
"If it's a dragon, that's even better. Doctor, go downstairs to meet it. After it devours the demon, leave immediately. I'll come find you tomorrow afternoon."
"No problem, thank you for your hard work this time."
The doctor patted Shad's shoulder, jumped off the terrace, and disappeared into the night.
Looking around the street, people from the church have surrounded them, and it will not be easy for the doctor to leave safely in a while.
The strange music behind him finally stopped, and along with the noise, a large number of footsteps were heard in the silent concert hall.
Shade turned slightly and saw that the black fog summoned by the devil had dissipated. At least twenty or so ring sorcerers from the church surrounded the stage, including Miss Green, who Shade was familiar with. Seven of them were genuine high-level ring sorcerers. One of them was seen in the tavern a few hours ago. He was obviously a professor at the three major thaumaturgy academies.
They had come here tonight for the bard "Secret Keeper" and had not expected the appearance of demons. They were able to resolve the peripheral troubles so quickly despite their hasty preparations. They were indeed very quick in their actions, but it was a pity that Shade's side had already ended.
The great witch of space, Emma Sylvia, did not leave at this time. She looked up at the stage with the two princesses.
At this time, all the lights in the room went out, the music stopped completely, and there was silence all around, with only a small piece of moonlight shining from the terrace onto the stage.
From their angle, they could barely see Shade holding a chain in his hand and retreating to the stage outside the terrace, standing in the moonlight. And in the sky outside, a rotten black mud dragon was opening its mouth.
"Godcaller?"
The middle-aged twelve-ring warlock of the Church of Creation asked softly. He was the strongest here.
Shade glanced at them but didn't say anything. He glanced at Leicia under the stage, and the red-haired princess also saw Shade's little move.
Holding the Higgs Dragon Stone in his right hand, under the only starlight at the edge of the dark stage, Shad took a deep breath, straightened his chest and slightly raised his head. The bright silver moonlight shot out uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, eyes, nose, ears, and even every tiny pore on his face.
A creepy sound came from the chest, like the roar of an ancient dragon.
Under the gaze of the ring wizard beside the stage, and the princesses and witches below the stage—
roar!
A brilliant silver beam of light emanated from Shade's mouth, but at the cost of a powerful recoil, leaving spider-web-like cracks on the stage.
The silver beam of light itself was silent and easily pierced through the black mud dragon under the falling snow and starry sky, and even penetrated the clouds behind it, revealing a brilliant round starry sky that was rarely seen in winter.
If someone looked up at the sky south of Tobysk at this time, they could even easily see that the tilted beam of light left a bright mark under the starry sky that lingered for a long time.
The demon's body was hit head-on by the dragon's breath, and fell to the ground in a mess, where Dr. Schneider was waiting for it.
Off the stage, Leicia clutched the edge of her skirt tightly, her face flushed with excitement. Princess Margaret opened her mouth slightly, still unable to comprehend the fact that Shade was a fourth-ring warlock.
Miss Sylvia recalled the information about the Battle of Midhill Castle and looked at Shad in front of the terrace with more eager eyes.
Shade knew that Miss Sylvia was coming, but he didn't need the witch's help. He covered his lungs and coughed a few times, then turned around and looked at the church's ring warlocks:
"You are too late."
His voice was very strange at the moment because of a minor lung injury.
"Wait, we can talk..."
Before Miss Green of the Church of the Sun could finish her words, a huge snowball hit the stage, blocking Shad at the terrace door and the people around the stage.
Although the snowball was difficult to melt, it was only a hindrance to the high-level warlocks. When they melted the snowball and came to the terrace, they could only see a field of scarlet butterflies flying in the snow into the distant night sky.
As the black fog dissipated and the people in the concert hall gazed at the red butterflies flying in the starry sky, the lyre was plucked, and a young man wearing a smart white shirt, green jacket, flared pants and brown leather boots walked out from backstage and stopped in the small patch of moonlight at the terrace door.
He plucked the strings and sang. The gentle sound dispelled the influence of the evil spirits of the Third Age on ordinary people. The song also spoke of the test of the bard:
"The brave man defeated the devil,
Turned into a red butterfly and flew into the snowy night.
The bright moon,
Lighting the way for the brave to return home.
Silver is a gesture of holiness and madness,
Red is the gesture of flesh and reproduction,
Yellow is a gesture of guidance and confusion.
Lonely, sad moon,
Why did you emerge from the clouds
Sad, beautiful moon,
Why do you reappear in my dreams
Those who desire rewards,
Please pick the noble moon for me~"
Here he sings aloud as a reminder of the test:
"Yes,
In this city of progress and development,
I would like to be with the noble moon.
The yellow moon,
That guides the power of wisdom.
Please pick it for me.
Pick the yellow moon."
At the end of the song, the bard bowed to the church's ring wizards. After hearing Yin Luna's applause, he smiled again:
"I'm glad you like my singing voice. When you get what I want, I will appear in front of you."
As he spoke, the sound of the piano spread a green glow, restoring the sanity of the musicians controlled by the devil. Then he smiled and thanked Yin Luna for her applause. As the life ring behind Yin Luna began to whisper and sing, the bard jumped out of the terrace while playing and singing, and walked along the invisible stairs to a higher place in the starry sky filled with red butterflies.
"If I understand correctly, he wants us to help him pick the yellow moon in March in Tobysk..."
Ms. Mallory, a ten-ring warlock of the Church of Nature, asked softly at this time. The lady looked very young. The warlocks of the Church of Nature usually looked younger than other warlocks of the same age.
"It should be a metaphor, not really picking the moon."
Miss Green said, looking at the large flock of red butterflies flying in the night sky.
Large swarms of red butterflies were flying in the moonlight, most of which were illusions created by magic. Shad's real body, who had also heard the bard's singing, had already landed and was walking excitedly towards home.
Leggins Prisha, who was also walking in the alley behind the opera house, heard Mo Hu's singing and concluded that this was the mission of the "secret keeper" mentioned by the devil.
At the entrance of the dark alley, he looked up at the red butterflies under the night sky, wondering what the so-called "yellow moon" meant. Just as he was about to enter the dark alley, he suddenly heard the sound of stones rubbing against the ground behind him.
He turned around and saw a gray statue of an angel with its hands covering its face. It appeared under the street light ten steps away.
The elegant southern gentleman frowned slightly, stopped and looked at the statue, which also stood motionless under the gas street lamp.
When Sir Prisha closed his eyes, opened them, and blinked, the statue moved forward about two meters as if it had moved in space.
Sir Prisha subconsciously took a step back, but then realized that in this strange situation, retreating was not a good idea.
He stared at the statue of the weeping angel and summoned the spinning ring of life in the dark, deserted alley. He reached into his pocket and took out two hardcover pocket books. After a moment's hesitation, he took back the knight novel and the textbook on dragons from the Sukses Higher Medical School:
"Does contact with the devil really make your luck worse?"
He muttered, took out three Wise Man's Pyroxene and threw them at the Life Ring behind him:
"Try to see if the power the demon spoke of is real—the white wings flap, and the angel of wisdom descends."
The core spirit rune white wings, the whispering spirit rune flapping wings, and the three wise man's pyroxenes that melted on the life ring revealed the miracle spirit rune angel, the blasphemous spirit rune advent, and the enlightenment spirit rune wisdom that all emit light.
It was like a sublime word, but a seemingly false power was displayed in this narrow alley. In the faint hymn, white wings appeared behind Laikins Prisha, and a strange golden halo was suspended above his head. His whole body was faintly emitting light:
"leave!"
He maintained his angelic posture and spoke to the angel statue, but the other party did not retreat.
Sir Prisha's strange posture did not last long. In just one minute, the strange scene around him completely disappeared. The panting southern nobleman stared at the angel statue with its face covered with its hands.
The latter neither left nor advanced.
After standing there in the snow for at least five minutes, the snow covering the statue's head and the knight's hat, the echoing voice finally reached the ears of Sir Kings Prisher:
"The blood power of the Cherubim."
A strange beam of light flew from the Weeping Angel's crossed forehead to Sir Prisha, and as the latter felt the new power, the angel statue under the gas street lamp had disappeared.
"It turns out that the family's strange legend is true..."
The thoughtful middle-aged man turned around, picked up the three pyroxenes that fell on the ground, and walked into the dark alley, leaving a series of footprints on the snow-covered ground.