Abyssal Chronicles

Crack~

As the Shadow power dissolved, Pierre's thunder armor dissipated around him. His flowing white-purple hair dropped to the ground.

Pierre rushed forward frantically, checking on Yaohuaba's condition with a deep frown.

"What the hell...?"

Staring at the deep crater and the bloodied lower body inside, Pierre furrowed. Sure, he was usually about as sharp as Limo, but Pierre's battle instincts were the best among Yumo's kids.

Even better than his mom.

He studied Yaohuaba's lower half, sensing the faint space fragments lingering in the crater. Pierre's eyes narrowed, worry flashing across his face.

This bastard sacrificed half his body to tank my attack, then... teleported away?

The abyss demons surrounding the battlefield hadn't moved. So that guy didn't escape?

Remembering how Yaohuaba looked earlier—taking that beating with that constipated look of wanting to unleash his trump card but holding back—Pierre instantly figured out what the guy was planning.

His trump card... he's saving it for Mom?!!

The second he realized this, Pierre shot off like a lightning bolt toward Yumo.

"MOM WHTCH OUT!!"

...

Meanwhile, seizing his moment—

Taking advantage of the black-haired girl's weakened state after defeating Heinotim, when her guard was down, Yaohuaba had sacrificed half his body to escape Pierre's attack. Now he tore through space, teleporting behind the black-haired girl.

"It's over!"

Thrusting his black longsword forward, Yaohuaba's face split into a manic grin.

As long as I kill this Judgment Saint who knew the truth about that day, I'd be home free!

Awaken, Black Moon. Time to show your power!

The next instant, as the sword's power unleashed, the curse energy trapped inside his sword burst free. The pitch-black blade radiated murky death energy—a cold, oppressive toxin that could destroy a soul with just one breath. This ominous power clearly didn't belong to the Source Star Universe.

When this force fully awakened under Yaohuaba's control, crimson demon eyes materialized on the blade, grotesque and terrifying.

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"What are these two?"

"Since you're willing to work with us, we should show some good faith, right? These swords are called Black Moon and White Day, forged from the cores of two dead Abyssal Lords."

The person with mismatched black and white eyes smiled from a spot on the couch, tossing the ominous weapons toward a stunned Yaohuaba.

Catching the twin swords, feeling their bone-chilling aura, Yaohuaba swallowed hard, eyes wide with shock.

"Abyssal Lord cores?!"

"That's right. With these two helping you, you should be invaluable in the coming siege against the Judgment Saint."

The heterochromatic man's eyes narrowed as he studied Yaohuaba.

"You want... me to do it?!"

"Yes. You're Alliance, even a 'hero.' She won't suspect you. You're perfect for this."

"I... I..."

Staring at the twin blades, something wild crept into Yaohuaba's expression.

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Just as that Abyssal Lord predicted, even though Yaohuaba was just a rookie who'd barely reached Lv9 back then, he still managed to seriously wound the Judgment Saint using Black Moon and White Day's special abilities.

'Mutual Destruction.'

That was the demon swords' terrifying power.

By completely destroying the blade and shattering the Abyssal Lord's core, whoever got stabbed would be reduced to nothing.

The most horrifying curse Yaohuaba had ever seen.

That Abyssal Lord named Luo had deliberately killed two of his own allies to forge these death blades.

Using the demon sword's power, Yaohuaba sacrificed White Day to deal the Judgment Saint a fatal blow.

The Judgment Saint was powerful, but even she couldn't resist Mutual Destruction's terrible curse. She died filled with hatred.

A sick thrill ran through Yaohuaba thinking about that scene playing out again.

White Day, Black Moon...

Had that bastard Luo already predicted the Judgment Saint would resurrect? Is that why he gave me two demon swords?

Heh, doesn't matter now.

As long as I can destroy this woman and keep my honor and position, I'll do whatever it takes!

Consumed by madness, Yaohuaba struck. Watching Black Moon's unleashed power close in on the black-haired girl's neck, his smile turned vicious.

Sure, you're strong!

But so what?

Black Moon can erase you before you activate that damn ability of yours! Unprepared and weakened like this, one stab and you're dead!

...

On the other side, sensing the space tear and murderous intent behind her, Momo whipped around, rainbow eyes flashing with alarm.

Too late—you can't dodge!

"My Win!"

Under Yaohuaba's ecstatic gaze, Black Moon lunged like a soul hunter, greedy to devour the black-haired girl's powerful spirit.

Everything seemed to go exactly as Yaohuaba had envisioned.

But just when he thought he'd claimed victory, the victory fruit suddenly grew hands and feet, gave Yaohuaba a beatdown, and escaped his grasp...

An unbelievable scene unfolded before Yaohuaba's eyes.

"Huh?!!"

The demon sword Black Moon—his brutal, bloodthirsty companion of many years that feared nothing and destroyed everything—suddenly shuddered when it met Momo's rainbow-colored gaze. Those tyrannical red eyes that had always burned with murderous intent suddenly flickered, their bloodlust replaced by pure, indescribable terror.

Suddenly, Black Moon's dark energy collapsed. The sword's power writhed and surged like a panicked animal trying to escape his grip. This fearful energy made the entire blade tremble, letting out bone-chilling whines.

Faintly, the demon sword seemed to be screaming in terror.

(Help me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!)

The next moment, after another ear-splitting shriek, the crimson eye of the sword cracked all over. It's blade began rapidly disintegrating, crumbling into countless fragments that dissolved like melting ice into nothing. Black Moon's once-powerful aura faded away completely.

...

As the demon sword vanished, the air fell eerily silent.

When Momo saw Yaohuaba's murderous, twisted expression, her heart lurched and she started to raise her guard. But then she spotted the broken sword in his hand and just froze.

He'd burst with killing intent, screaming bloody murder, then...

Held up a broken sword?

What is this, a joke?

"What... do you want?"

Of course, the most confused person right now was Yaohuaba himself.

Looking at the black-haired girl tilting her head, then at the pathetic sword hilt in his hand, Yaohuaba just stood there, completely dumbfounded. His cocky grin frozen on his face, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Huh?"