Capítulo 912: Chapter 454: Desecration Balance, [Ashen Snow]_2
“Boom——”
The colossal and slender golden wings, resembling a Golden Sky Saber, suddenly pierced through the thick cloud sea, instantly striking the Human-faced Moth Monster’s body. At the point of impact, the void collapsed, and countless ripples erged abruptly.
The Human-faced Moth Monster’s Magic Body staggered fiercely, emitting a shrill cry of anger from Cersei’s mouth.
The Human-faced Moth Monster’s Magic Body fluttered its three pairs of moth wings at high frequencies, so fast they seed to transform into smoke. Amid the vibrations, pulses of narrow cone-shaped black ripples shot out intensely.
The Golden Touch shattered upon contact with the pulse, but imdiately followed by a second golden feather wing tearing through the void, falling from the top cloud sea.
The Spiritual Moya Moya possessed sixteen pairs of wings, and the colossal shadow behind the golden cloud sea kept descending its feathers.
Flas of deep purple nurtured within the orange-red wound tightly into a snake, quickly climbing up along the descending wings. Piece by piece the wings closed in on each other, intercepting the pulse, and continuously slashing towards Cersei like guillotine blades.
“Whoosh——”
Amid the collision of powers, Ronan squinted his eyes, stepping onto a slanting golden wing as if climbing a heaven ladder towards the do.
He slowly inserted the Dragon Bone Longsword strapped to his back as if reattaching his spine.
The dark gold Titanium Robe billowed in the wind, rapidly expanding like an opening umbrella, instantly engulfing Ronan’s figure. In the next mont….
“Boom!”
A massive and ferocious Dark Gold Dragon struggled free from within, fiercely charging towards the nearby Human-faced Moth Monster.
The two colossal entities engaged in close combat, seeming like an Ancient Dark Gold Demon Dragon contending with the Mother Moth’s true form descending from the Abyss. Every clash between them caused violent tremors throughout the Spirit Lake Secret Realm Space, the fiery orange flas as Dragon’s Breath incinerating the scattered phosphorus powder with crackling sounds.
All the Spirit Lake Wizards observing were almost entirely captivated by this barbaric battle unfolding before their eyes, including the leaders of the Black Moon and Deep Sea factions. They couldn’t fathom that a Sorcerer battle under the twilight could be so intensely terrifying, and what was unimaginable was that one side was not even Level 6.
“Tear——”
The battle lasted less than two hourglasses, and when the last golden wing shattered, the golden cloud sea thinned out.
The fight between the Human-faced Moth Monster Magic Body and the Dark Gold Dragon reached its finale.
The vast space battlefield encircled by Elsa Ice Ring was divided distinctly into two halves by gray-blue magical phosphorus powder and flas imbued with deep purple, standing on opposite ends.
Cersei hovered at the Human-faced Moth Monster Magic Body’s bulging chest and abdon, just as at first; Ronan transford into the Dark Gold Dragon, appearing “scarred and battered,” with the enormous “dragon body” covered in marks of evil corrosion, rusting, and dragon scales peeling off in layers.
“It’s over.”
Cersei sneered, twisting her waist, step by step towards Ronan, and the gray-blue phosphorus powder sea around her pushed forward, continuously compressing the domain belonging to flas.
“Nine years ago you could at least hurt , now you’re pathetically weak..”
Clicks sounded from Cersei’s mouth, with blackish-gray eyes filled with mockery and sympathy.
The dragon’s icy eyes showed no fluctuation, while a calm voice emanated from Ronan’s dragon mouth.
“Cersei, your bloodline, your magic body, your soul.. have all been polluted, you’re trapped in an illusion of power without realizing it.”
“Pollution?”
Cersei chuckled, the Human-faced Moth Monster Magic Body swaying and trembling behind her.
“It’s completion, sublimation, evolution… you ignorant creature.”
“But you did remind .”
Cersei’s mouth cracked open, revealing a cruel and eerie smile, “I suddenly know which move to use to end you.”
Cersei opened her arms wide, and her chest to abdon skin and flesh split open on its own, revealing densely intersected saw teeth.
Inside the chest cavity, a black scale filled with moths, seemingly crafted from blood and bone, rose slowly, with nurous blackish-gray veins connecting to the body.
“Desecration Balance!”
As this peculiar scale appeared, strands of extrely sinister and mysterious aura spread imdiately.
Cersei gazed up loyally at the scale of blood and flesh rising above her head, eyes flashing with unexplainable excitent and fanaticism.
“Mother Moth granted arbitration.”
As Cersei’s gaze lowered, Ronan, watching this scene from afar, suddenly had flashing eyes, his huge dragon body abruptly turned, tearing the nearest void, swiftly diving into it.
“Thinking of escaping only now?”
Cersei smiled broadly, her eyes cruel and icy, “Too late.”
The enormous Human-faced Moth folded its wings, wrapping Cersei, rapidly pursuing along the Dark Gold Dragon’s escape route.
In an instant, the two exited the Spirit Lake Secret Realm, arriving at a vast plain.
Strangely, the fleeing Dark Gold Dragon stopped imdiately upon leaving Spirit Lake, turned around to continue gazing coldly at Cersei.
“Is this the burial ground you picked for yourself?”
Cersei glanced around simply, a cold smile on her face.
“No.”
A faint response ca from the mouth of the Dark Gold Dragon.
The flas surrounding it now gathered onto the Dragon’s body, flowing over its entire form like water.
When the flas receded, the dark-gold dragon seed “fresh as new,” as if reborn from the flas.
“Sss—”
At this mont, the large scales on the Dark Gold Dragon shattered in layers, rearranging into the form of a robe, which gently fell onto Ronan as he slowly walked out from within the dragon’s body.
“I just didn’t want your blood… to pollute the Spirit Lake.”
Ronan smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on the robe, his fair and slender fingers lightly brushing over the dark-gold patterns on the cuff.
“You…”
Cersei couldn’t help but laugh, just about to speak, when a violent wave of magic erupted nearby.
Imdiately after, the world in front of her was filled with countless streams of blue-gold light, ice waves surged like tides, and from the cold end ca an ancient and distant whale song.
Before this ancient cold wave could pass, another powerful wave of magic burst forth, and fiery waves imbued with deep purple in the orange-red surged forward.
“Boom boom—”
The blue-gold cold wave and the gradually changing orange and purple fiery wave roared past, half-freezing and half-burning Cersei and the human-faced moth monster behind her.
But in just a few breaths, Cersei had broken free from these two formidable magic forces.
“Haha—”
The three pairs of moth wings on the back of the human-faced moth fluttered madly, stirring waves of gray-blue mist to resist the surging cold wave.
Cersei opened her chest, holding a scale of blood and flesh, her voice sharply letting out an ear-piercing laugh.
“I don’t know how you survived, but the magma from the Realm of Departing Fire must have burned away your brain!
Your Fire Magic and Ice Magic counteract, their power nullified. Such basic magic knowledge, don’t you know?”
“Desecration Balance!”
The human-faced moth’s vibrating wings suddenly flapped, instantly shooting out dense black energy ripples that cleared away the ice and flas before them.
Cersei crossed her hands in front of her chest, her ten fingers, eyes, tongue, nose… naturally fell off like clay sculptures, suspended in the air, landing on one end of the scale of blood and flesh.
At the broken ends of her shed organs, black moths crawled out from her body to fill the void.
“All things return to the cocoon, and the Mother Moth grants immortality.”
Cersei’s mouth released a weird humming sound akin to moth wings vibrating, with an eerie purple light flowing in her hollow eye sockets.
The scale of blood and flesh shook, the empty other side rapidly sprouting so mysterious, cilia-like red threads….
At this mont, Ronan seed oblivious to everything before him.
He stood at the crest of the waves of ice and flas, the phantoms of the Ancient Frost Whale and the Phoenix appearing alternately behind him, swirling around.
“Yes, ice and fire can cancel each other out…”
Ronan softly responded to Cersei’s earlier ridicule, while Primordial Spirit Crystals appeared one after another around him, continually amplifying the power of the two elental spells.
When nine Primordial Spirit Crystals all appeared, they ford the shape of a Crown of Magic, suspended above his head.
The force of ice and fire beneath Ronan’s feet was also thoroughly amplified to an extre, almost splitting the vast sky into two colors of dazzling red and blue.
At this mont, the red threads at the other end of Cersei’s scale of blood and flesh also finished growing, swiftly spreading out and quickly extending towards Ronan like a red web.
Wherever the red threads passed, flas and ice were all extinguished, and the void seed to peel away like old wall skin.
At this exact mont, Ronan happened to lift his gaze, eyes directly passing over the swiftly engulfing sinister red threads, landing squarely on Cersei.
“But have you ever seen…”
“Snow that can burn?”
Ronan softly spoke.
Ice and Fire Fusion, [Ashen Snow]!
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