NOVEL NEXT Chapter391-Blood Moon Roderick
From the abyss, monsters had been pouring out endlessly.
Wave after wave of twisted creatures surged toward the surface world.
But then, something strange began to happen.
The abyss itself started to collapse.
It was like a balloon that had been punctured, shrinking rapidly in on itself.
…
In the Storm Sea, Isabella had already vanished completely from this world.
She had been sealed away within the Corridor of Time.
Daniel considered this attempt of his to be bold, perhaps even reckless.
To store Isabella in the Corridor of Time was the equivalent of leaving himself a hidden card to play.
But there was a problem.
Isabella was not someone he could control.
If he ever released her, there was no guarantee she would choose to help him.
She might just as easily turn against him.
Even so, Daniel hated waste.
And so he had taken the risk and sealed her away for later use.
The real reason, however, lay deeper.
Isabella harbored a burning hatred for Aurelia.
After all, it was Aurelia who had sealed her.
That resentment ran deep.
And the enemy of his enemy might yet prove useful.
Daniel would not mind having another Demigod Rank "friend," even if she was unpredictable.
He had even thought of removing Isabella's seal inside the Corridor of Time.
But upon close examination, he discovered the seal had fused into her very being.
To destroy it recklessly would risk her life.
And so, he chose not to act rashly.
…
Within the abyss, Daniel went further still.
He stored the entirety of the abyss into a crystalline key.
No one could have imagined such an immense realm could be compressed into a single crystal.
And as the abyss vanished, life returned to the lands of the Ten Thousand Races.
The territories once consumed by the abyss had long been poisoned wastelands.
But now, with the abyss gone, animals and plants sprouted seemingly from nowhere.
It wasn't growth in the natural sense.
Daniel thought it looked more like a refresh.
Like monsters respawning in a game.
The desolation was covered by a blanket of greenery.
The continent brightened, almost as if it had been reborn.
And Daniel sensed something deeper.
The very aura of the continent shifted.
It was as though, before, the Ten Thousand Races continent could be ignored by many higher existences.
But now, it was shouting, proclaiming to all creation: I have returned.
Could this be Mist's doing?
Daniel frowned, his thoughts unsettled.
Then, in the distance, he saw something even stranger.
Flesh.
Mountains of flesh, appearing along with the plants.
In that instant, the Ten Thousand Races continent and the Continent of Flesh were rejoined after thousands of years apart.
And the flesh wasted no time.
It surged, spreading hungrily across the land, racing toward the territories of the Ten Thousand Races.
Countless awakeners of humanity lifted their eyes to the horizon.
At that very moment, a new prompt appeared before them.
[Command of the Human Emperor]
[All humanity, enter First Degree Alert!]
…
Three hours earlier, in the Primordial Plane—
At that time, the abyss still lingered, rooted in place.
The past Human Emperors had not yet completed their divine trials.
But humanity as a whole continued to grow at breakneck speed.
And Daniel appeared there.
His body flickered, and he emerged beside Dark Star Jarvan.
"Jarvan," Daniel said evenly, "I need you to open a portal to the blood moon."
Jarvan, of course, would never refuse him.
And beside Daniel stood Milla, silent as always.
"Give me a moment."
Within minutes, a portal shimmered into existence before Daniel.
His reasoning was simple.
Before waging war against Fleshheart, he had to eliminate every possible threat.
Anything that might interfere with him had to be destroyed first.
After bidding farewell to Jarvan, Daniel stepped into the portal.
Why the blood moon?
Because it was daytime.
And according to the rules of the Primordial Plane, stellar bodies aligned with night were drastically weakened during daylight hours.
They could not leave their dwelling places, their power suppressed.
Daniel planned to seize the opportunity to destroy the blood moon once and for all.
The very existence that had haunted his path since the beginning.
Moments later, he arrived in a new space.
Blood-red light filled everything.
It pressed against his mind, suffocating, chaotic.
Even with his immense strength, Daniel felt his thoughts begin to scatter, his clarity slipping.
But only for an instant.
His skills flared, dispersing the fog.
And then, the blood moon spoke.
Its voice echoed across the crimson void.
"Why are you here?"
When Daniel had attacked the sun Apollo, the blood moon had already retreated to its lair.
It did not know that Apollo's fall was Daniel's doing.
Daniel gave no answer.
Instead, he opened his Eye of Insight.
[blood moon – Roderick]
[Race: Stellar]
[Level: 600]
[…]
Daniel's knowledge of the blood moon was limited.
Their encounters had been few.
Three, in truth.
The first, when he had returned to the era of the first Human Emperor.
Back then, humanity had been driven to madness by the blood moon's presence.
The second, fifteen thousand years ago.
At that time, the blood moon had been much the same, though fonder of feigning death.
And now—this.
The blood moon spoke again, its tone sharp.
"Human, what are you trying to do?"
Daniel still did not respond.
He only raised his hand slowly.
He called forth the ability he had inherited from Alice.
[Stellar Constraint]
[Effect: You may strengthen the rules binding stellar beings, subjecting any who break them to harsher punishment.]
At once, the constraint activated.
Chains of invisible law wrapped around the blood moon.
It reacted violently, releasing a surge of mind power that shook the space itself.
Daniel felt the tide of psychic force crashing toward him.
The blood moon excelled at mental disruption.
It was its greatest weapon.
But Daniel would not relent.
If it wanted a battle of the spirit, then so be it.
He would meet it head-on.
His eyes narrowed.
He unleashed psychic contamination, lacing it into a weapon.
And then he struck.
Phantom Slash ignited.
Blades of spectral energy, countless and merciless, carved across the blood moon's surface.
Tens of thousands of slashes in an instant.
The damage was not high.
But the effect—
the effect was extraordinary.