Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 275 The Left Eye

He leaped into the air.

The massive Silvermoon hung high amid the Star Ocean, as the Deity held his arms aloft, his body inverted before Silvermoon:@@@@

"In the name of balancing the Ancient God, Lord of the Blood Feast, I shall render unto you judgment."

The dark gold luster of the Balance further suppressed the crimson glow, and the card in his hand flew from between his fingers, affixing itself before the Deity's heart.

In a trance, the girl with brown hair actually saw the translucent figure of a silver-haired woman, her form overlapping with that of the Deity, inverted before Silvermoon.

The night wind howled, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. The brilliance of Silvermoon reached its zenith, as if the body of the Deity was about to completely dissolve into the moon.

But it did not.

The inverted Deity fell, "Genesis: Silver Moon" received the divine cleansing, and the radiance of Silvermoon gathered at his left foot.

The left foot slid forward, driving the right foot to follow downward. Both feet traced a brilliant and gorgeous silver Light Track in the air, above Tobesk City, under the moonlit night.

The dazzling Light Track, mixed with dark gold, detached from the trajectory of both feet and gradually grew larger in the night sky.

Shattering the night sky, cleaving open the tranquil summer night, the silvery Moonlight Slash, like a white ribbon falling, descended toward the banquet table floating in the air, and toward the massive flesh mass at the other end of the table.

The gigantic Moon Track, as long as half a city, eventually collided with the crimson flesh mass, the scarlet light completely dissipated, taking the three eyeballs on the dark gold Balance with it.

The Lord of the Blood Feast was defeated.

The blood mist dissipated from throughout the city, and the enormous psychic pressure vanished completely from the skies above Tobesk City.

The banquet table disappeared, and the blindfolded mortals fell towards the city below. Iluna, still in her plunging pose, kept her head raised towards the vanished God of White Robes before Silvermoon.

"Do you want to smash to your death?"

She heard a familiar voice, she saw the robed Saint embracing her as they fell. His power was fading rapidly, and she could now barely bear to look directly at his face.

"Shard..."

Shard was smiling:

"It's me. As it happens, I still have some strength left. I want to give you a gift; tonight, you've really worked hard."

Within the brilliant golden light, an orange cat with elegant steps emerged. Its amber eyes seemed to shimmer with golden sparkles.

"Meow?"

It looked around in confusion, and after confirming this place was home, it finally relaxed.

Upon seeing Shard motionless on the ground, however, it approached with worry, calling out and rubbing its soft cheek against Shard's head:

"Oh~"

Shard groaned softly with a hoarse voice, but his eyes remained closed, and he still couldn't move. He had never felt so vulnerable, so close to death. His consciousness had completely sunk into chaos, and at this moment, he was instinctively making noises.

"Meow~"

Mia let out a plaintive cry, glanced around the dim home, and eventually lay down with whimpers beside Shard's head, rubbing his face occasionally.

An hour later, a carriage hurried to the bottom of No. 6, Saint Delan Square. After dealing with all matters in the church and ensuring she wasn't followed, Iluna, who had finally managed to slip away, pulled the reins tight and stopped the carriage.

Clang, clang, clang~

With her brown hair trailing behind her, she knocked anxiously on the downstairs door in the long night, but there was no response for a long time. She had no choice but to employ a small trick to unlock the door and forced her way inside.

Seeing no light in the house, her heart sank. She climbed the stairs with a thumping heart, her steps growing hesitant as she reached the second floor. Seeing no lights inside the room either, she bit her lower lip, her face pale and her expression sorrowful.

Trembling hands pushed open the door, and she was greeted by the sight of Shard lying pale, face-up in the darkness of the living room. Mia immediately stood up, emitting a threatening noise at the doorway, truly angry and trying to protect the vulnerable Shard.

Iluna found the gas lamp switch on the wall and turned on the light, then knelt beside Shard.

"It's me."

She spoke through her grief to the angered orange cat, tested Shard's breath with trembling hands, and Iluna Beath lifted her head, closed her eyes, and faced the sky for a long while before finally letting out a shaky breath.

From her pocket, she took out a delicate crystal vial, pried open the angel-shaped cork, and even Mia, who was still "protecting" Shard, suddenly looked up at the liquid.

"Holy Water Essence No. 1. I pretended my injuries were severe, and the church provided this for my healing, they didn't expect he had already helped me..."

She stopped mid-sentence, shook her head, and thought it was silly to talk to a cat.

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