Elden Ring, but with Wind Spirit Moon Shadow

Chapter 524 Extra Chapter: September and Fire

Grik was dizzy from being hit by Messermo's motorcycle. He staggered to his feet, a charred tire mark on his face.

Even without that mark, his face would probably be as black as the bottom of a pot.

He raised his right arm high and, without any regard for martial ethics, slammed it down on Messermo's back, roaring angrily:
"Hey! You—"

The over-modified arm spewed out large amounts of steam, and the muscles of the unknown creature trembled incessantly, transforming into a shape resembling a dragon's head.

Greck's eyes were filled with savagery and rage; he was already fantasizing about the guy opposite him being crushed into mincemeat.

In all the battles of the past, no one has ever survived this blow!

However, Messermo didn't even turn his head. He casually raised his seemingly thin arm and easily blocked the huge modified hand.

"Oh ho?"

Messermo turned his head slightly, his molten gold pupils glancing sideways at the overconfident Greck.

Staring at him with those cold, serpentine eyes, Grek was instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and momentarily losing his ability to think.

Messermo grabbed Grek's modified hand and swung it forward with force, slamming the enormous body over his shoulder to the ground, creating huge cracks in the paved pavement.

The immense noise and shockwave startled the aristocrats who had intended to surround the area, causing them to retreat like a group of crabs scalded by boiling water.

The aristocrats with limbs retreated in a panic, and one unlucky fellow even knocked over the modified wheelchair beneath his companion's body, creating a chaotic scene.

Even though there was only one person on the other side, did they have the courage to attack him?

Seeing their leader being so easily manipulated, they dared not approach him any further and could only huddle together, trembling with fear.

Messermo leisurely weighed the flame-patterned helmet in his hand and walked up to Grek, who was lying face up on the ground.

Greck snapped out of his daze and realized he had provoked a powerful figure he shouldn't have. He broke out in a cold sweat and just wanted to find a chance to escape.

However, Messermo's boot heel casually ground against the struggling right limb, and the creaking sound of the deforming metal made all the limb-splitting nobles sweat even more.

Seeing that Grik was about to transform himself into an alien, Messermo conjured a ball of black and red snake flame in his left hand, preparing to teach him a lesson.

However, it was by the light of the fire that Grik finally saw Messermo's face clearly and recognized his identity.

"Lord Messermo?!"

With a gasp from Grik, the flames that Messermo was about to unleash were quickly withdrawn.

Messermo frowned slightly and lifted the foot that was stepping on the other person.

"you know me?"

Greck quickly sat up and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes Yes!"

"Although my bloodline is diluted, I can still be considered a member of the Golden Tree to some extent..."

Messermo looked at Grek's splints with some disdain.

If you really like having fun, then get a tattoo. You can't even pass the civil service exam if you get limb extensions.

Even in the incredibly tolerant Golden Tree era, although limb extension was not illegal, it was still one of the most looked-down-upon behaviors.

But given how far they've come, they probably don't care about these things.

Messermo casually dispelled the flames and said calmly:
"You should be thankful that a little guy passed by this afternoon, and nothing happened in the end."

“If my sister were missing even a single hair, none of you would be standing here right now.”

Ignoring Greck and the limb-splitting nobles beside him, Messermo simply pointed a finger toward White Knowledge's house.

An unknown force spread forward and eventually connected to the room.

Grek stood behind Messermo, not daring to say anything, for fear of provoking him again.

Unlike him, who mingled in a small place like Ningmuweide, the other party was a terrifying figure who had become a powerful figure in the underground underworld right under the nose of the royal city.

Others might not know the truth and just think the other party is some ordinary underworld boss, but Grik knows a little about Messermo's affairs.

Messermo is a genuine member of the Golden Tree royal family. The force Messermo leads, called 'Ideal State,' may appear to be underworld, but in reality, it serves the Golden Tree royal family.

Rather than letting the rats take over those gray areas, it's better to keep them in the hands of the royal family from the start.

More than ordinary thugs, they are like another army, guided by faith and carrying out a defense called 'holy war'.

It was only then that Grek belatedly realized what a mistake his men had almost made—wasn't the other man's sister the princess of the Golden Tree?!
However, Greck was more concerned about how the other party knew about what happened that afternoon.

If he had been keeping a close eye on the situation, why did he only suddenly appear now?

However, Greck soon found out how he had found out.

Because a starlight is approaching in the darkness, the symbol of the Caria Magic Police.
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'Have you had enough fun?'

A familiar voice rang in Melina's ears, startling her.

She turned her head in the direction of the sound and discovered that a dark red aura had appeared on Torret's body at some point.

As the energy gathered, a small, fluffy pink snake with black wings gradually appeared.

A tiny, furry snake head peeked out from the leather bag on Toret's back, its emerald green button eyes staring at her.

Schiff, standing outside the door, seemed to sense something and kept sniffing the air.

Melina did not answer, but looked at Bai Shi and Ashmi first.

After confirming that neither the brother nor sister had noticed anything amiss, she hugged Torret tightly and whispered:
"Brother, I just came out to clear my head..."

The plush snake doll didn't say anything more; it just watched her quietly.

Melina silently met his gaze, muttering dejectedly in a low voice:

"I don't want to go back..."

"Besides, with Toret protecting me, I'll be fine."

Messermo sighed slightly; he was well aware of his family's situation.

Although he wanted to take better care of Melina, he also had other things to deal with.

'Is that so...'

"Then, I'll stall for time with your mother."

Melina, who had thought her brother would take her back, blinked in disbelief when she heard this, thinking she had misheard.

'It just so happens that some strange fellows calling themselves the Night Kings have visited the border region from the outside world; she's been quite busy lately.'

"Remember to come back when you've had enough fun, don't worry me."

Messermo gave a faint smile, and the furry little snake flicked its tongue.

Also, remember to tell me in advance next time you're going out.

Be polite and don't bother others too much.

Melina was very happy and nodded obediently.

The little snake nudged Toret, who was pretending to be a real doll, with its head, and then disappeared again at its master's call.

Melina watched the winged serpent that had accompanied her brother as he grew up leave. Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Bai Shi got up with a puzzled look on his face, wondering who would visit at night, and opened the door.

What came into view was a set of gleaming silver armor and a double-moon emblem.

The dashing Sheriff Lelana smiled and nodded to Bai Shi.

"Bai Shi, right?"

"May I bother you for a moment?"

(End of this chapter)