When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 807

Chapter 807: Chapter 186: The Yellowish teor Chapter 807: Chapter 186: The Yellowish teor The storm howled as it approached the ground, torrential rain crashing down.

The sound of large raindrops mixed with the howling wind, like tornted spirits, fell in the now sparser forest than decades ago.

Leaves were smacked down, and branches broken, droplets hitting faces so heavily it was like being punched.

Knights within the camp scrambled to put on their helts, the rain beating on their armor and helts, creating a chaotic and furious symphony akin to a madman pounding on drums.

And at that mont.

The “Flesh Moon,” resembling a blood-drenched eyeball or a still-beating heart, suddenly plumted.

—Like a cot, it struck the earth!

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Initially small in appearance, the Flesh Moon grew larger and larger, visible to the naked eye.

“What is that?”

A knight exclaid in alarm, “The moon…

the moon is falling!”

“That’s not the moon!”

rlin reflexively spoke out, “That is ‘Tyrant’ Caligula!”

In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire night sky.

A Flesh Moon over two kiloters in diater—

As it descended, it also scattered the Dark Cloud.

Lightning crackled striking the “gigantic heart,” leaving behind a vast expanse of frost and thunder scars.

The approaching rainstorm grew even more ferocious, turning eventually not into rain but huge splashes of water.

Then, the ground began to tremble.

Under the pressure of the approaching “teorite,” ripples appeared on the rain-saturated soil, growing larger and larger.

The unsettled howling of the rain seed to create waves in the forest, rippling outwards.

The wind grew stronger, trees swayed violently, and the sounds of snapping timber were incessant.

When the scarlet glow nearly blanketed the entire night sky, even the downpour subsided because it had directly shattered the newly condensed Dark Cloud.

Above in the night sky, the heart of flesh now rhythmically pulsed.

As it protruded from the clouds a bit more, countless visible lightning bolts ford a large net over the “surface of the heart.”

“The moon!

The moon is falling down!”

“How can it be, so large…”

“Are we going to die…”

Watching the cot of the Flesh Moon that nearly covered the entire night sky, so young knights felt despair.

And Aiwass, watching this scene, also felt so pressure.

…Can I really do it?

Pierce through a teorite of this magnitude…

Using the body of the Wild Hunt King for the first ti, Aiwass had no idea to what extent he could accomplish.

But just as the scene resembling the World Apocalypse descended, Aiwass instead cald down.

—A strong sense of stillness made Aiwass feel as if ti itself was slowing down infinitely.

The ticking of clock hands could be heard in his ears, growing slower and more sluggish, eventually plunging his vision into a world tinged with a slow-moving, twilight hue.

The Flesh Moon falling in the night sky seed to be encased in that twilight ice.

I can do it.

—A strong sense of confidence erged from within Aiwass.

I can shatter it!

Just need to take flight—

Under Aiwass’s will, the Phantom Steed, with which he shared a ntal connection, silently neighed and raised its head.

Then, in the twilight void, they launched a charge unique to the deceased!

—Necro Charge!

Every ti the Phantom Steed’s hooves touched the void, it was as if they landed upon a thin sheet of ice.

Like clean ice hidden in twilight whiskey, only when touched or shaken did their presence beco felt.

And with the Phantom Steed’s charge, a heavenly ladder erged behind it—like a martial hero skimming quickly over water, creating ripples.

Except these ripples were in the air, splashing droplets in the stormy atmosphere, subsequently frozen into ice flowers by the Twilight Power.

The charge grew faster, Aiwass hunching over as much as he could.

The twilight-colored armor on his body shone ever brighter.

The tip of the lance in his hands also ignited with Flas.

It bore a hint of scorched red brilliance within the twilight, like a blowtorch or a rocket.

With Aiwass’s accelerating charge, the Flesh Moon teorite, as if frozen in ice, ca so close—

With Aiwass gripping his lance in both hands and tucking it under his arm, the flas at the tip of the lance exploded a second ti, erupting in even more dazzling fireworks!

Closer and closer it got!

All the Knights could see was the figure against the endless night, a yellowish figure rising from the ground, charging toward the teor!

The mont the tip of the lance touched the teor.

The next mont, that inverted yellowish teor plunged straight into the Flesh Moon!

—Ti seed to stand still at this point.

And if one were to look at this scene from the side, from afar.

They would see a huge crack inside the massive Flesh Moon, twisted and filled with shattered ice, like a streak of lightning.

Entry at only a single point, but inside, it spread in a spiral madness!

When Aiwass burst out the other side, one would first see in his hand a giant Light Gun, its color like the sunset and clear as crystal.

When he burst out, myriad frozen chunks of blood and flesh also spewed out cone-shaped behind him!

The next instant, two disc-shaped white shockwaves of different sizes emanated from both the entry and exit points of the massive heart!

That was the booming sound of breaking the sound barrier!

Dense, web-like dark-red cracks seeped out from the inside, quickly covering the entire “heart.”

—And then, it exploded violently!

The high-speed splattering blood and flesh flew in all directions like deadly projectiles.

In the blink of an eye, the Knights had raised their Barriers and intercepted them all.

Any tree trunks hit by the flesh were imdiately cursed.

They turned black and withered at a visible rate, losing their Life Force.

And in mid-air, a Giant clad in blood-red regalia erged from the center of the Flesh Moon.

He wore dark-red armor that seed inherently that color, as if the leather armor had been soaked in blood.

His visage was starkly different from that of ordinary Giants—while his twenty-plus-ter stature undoubtedly marked him as a Giant among Giants, his features could still be considered handso.

He had an extrely masculine face, a resolute and rugged countenance paired with exceptionally prominent muscles and wheat-colored skin.

Yet, he also had waist-length blood-red hair, lending a strangely effeminate aura to his profile.

At this mont, he was clutching at his shattered left shoulder, his brows tightly furrowed.

“…Wild Hunt King?”

Caligula muttered in a low voice, “How could this be…”

His left arm had already separated from his body, floating in the air.

The sa yellowish cracks appeared on both his Body and the airborne arm.

The remnants of dragon fire stars lingered in the air, leaving a clear trail behind.

As Aiwass sped through the air, a hurricane stirred by the commotion of the atmosphere erupted at that instant!

By now, Aiwass, who had already flown to the horizon, had already turned back around.

He held the long lance in both hands and slashed down fiercely!

Accompanied by a dragon’s roar, a massive golden-red fla in the form of a dragon’s head plumted from the sky!

—Dragon Fla Strike!

Seeing this, Caligula, who had not yet made his official appearance and whose left arm had just been blown away, rely furrowed his brows slightly, unfazed by Aiwass’s attack.

Without any visible movent, his massive severed left arm suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist.

From the midst of that blood mist, shield-like objects with eyes and resembling creatures covered in tallic armor—the Eye Demons—erged.

They flew in front of the Tyrant Caligula, stretching out all their tentacles, condensing into a crimson light Shield—

The dragon’s fla was blocked when it struck it!

Dragon fla shattered.

Turning into a waterfall of molten gold-red flas, it cascaded downward.

This stream of flas ford a curtain of golden-red fla, briefly obstructing Tyrant Caligula’s view.

Though it was only for a fleeting mont.

But in that instant, as the stream of flas blocked Caligula’s sight, Aiwass, holding the long lance, had already made a return charge and once again used Necro Charge to freeze ti, stealthily attacking once more!

Aiwass held the lance with one hand, drawing it back slightly to Charge.

Accompanied by a wind howl like a dragon’s roar, the lance was covered in a layer of azure Thunder, elongating with the increasing distance of the charge, forming a darting azure teor of Thunder.

Before the cascading stream of flas dissipated.

Aiwass’s relentless attack had already struck!

The spear tip, shining with lightning “split” the curtain of molten fire, and with one fierce thrust, it pierced Caligula’s chest!