Manager, give me a membership card too!

The shopkeeper's golden armor was impressive and unforgettable, easily triggering Mad Moon's painful memories.

It was him! This is the man who injured me!

Instantly realizing that this man had pierced its eyes and burned it with strange flames, the Mad Moon's chaotic and frenzied consciousness was ignited by rage. It stopped approaching Earth and turned to charge towards Rorschach's location. Its ferocious appearance made it easy to imagine the fate that awaited anyone caught by it.

Seeing that the big guy, who was in a state of rage, had taken the bait, Rorschach simply unleashed his full power and burned the energy within his body.

Huff~~~~~~ Sigh~~~~~~~

Huff~~~~~~ Sigh~~~~~~~

Powerful magic surged forth with each breath, terrifying torrents raging around Rorschach. His powerful heart pumped like a racing car engine, a long-lost sense of strength spreading through the man's heart, and his soaring will transforming into endless bolts of lightning.

Not enough! Still not enough! This power is not enough to defeat this kind of enemy!

It felt as if tangible energy was surging and flowing in the blood vessels, and even flashes of lightning appeared in the eyes.

"In the name of the King of Gods, I swear to the tip of my spear that this strike will pierce through my enemy!"

The declaration was like thunder, and Gungnir in its palm seemed to understand, trembling slightly, anticipating another stab. Only an enemy of this caliber deserved its personal intervention.

Rorschach's body rose high, every muscle in his body twitching. His shouts were like thunder, his roars like lightning. In his palm was the golden spear that symbolized the king of the gods, and his enemies were doomed!

Look, that's a shooting star, that's lightning, that's the end of all life.

"Meteor Spear - Gungnir!"

A burst of golden light shot out, and this divine weapon, crafted from Uru metal, instantly traversed endless space to reach its destination.

The golden spearhead shone with divine brilliance, rendering all defenses meaningless before it. Even the skin and armor of a so-called god were as easily pierced as a sheet of paper, penetrating deeply into the body of the Mad Moon thousands of kilometers away.

Unlike its previous test attack, which was used as an arrow, Gungnir now unleashed its true power. Towering pillars of lightning poured forth from the wounds inflicted by Gungnir, and blinding lightning and electric snakes danced, expanded, and erupted around the Mad Moon, forming a terrifying lightning storm on the ground that could affect the entire continent.

Now, this storm of lightning has only one enemy: the ferocious, ugly, and mad moon.

Even He could not be immune to the lightning imbued with divine elements. The intense heat created by the lightning scorched the flesh of the Mad Moon every second. The extreme pain made His consciousness increasingly chaotic. His enormous tentacles, like pillars supporting the sky, lashed out uncontrollably, and the energy surges he created affected the nearby Earth. In an instant, mountains shattered, seas reversed, and a scene of apocalypse unfolded.

Rorschach, who fired that shot, was also not having an easy time. He wasn't at his peak; most of his power remained in Shana's world, in that ethereal rift between the two realms. But that didn't matter. Rorschach still had the ability to defeat his current enemy, though he would need a small tool to do so.

I thought I would never need these things again, but I didn't expect they would still have room to be put to good use.

Calming his slightly rapid breathing, the man flipped his hand over, revealing a neat stack of cards in his palm.

NO: 18 Dragon Vein, a three-star Mystic Code card, capable of providing immense magical power akin to the pulse of a planet. It was once used by Rorschach to nurture the World Tree, Yggdrasil. Yet now, Rorschach patted these cards firmly against his chest without hesitation.

The next second, with a thunderous heartbeat resounding all around, a terrifying surge of energy, even stronger than Rorschach at his peak, surged and roared through his body. Visible magical patterns spread from his chest to his entire body, radiating an almost blinding brilliance.

The tangible magic poured out from every pore of his body, directly dispersing the golden armor formed by the high concentration of magic, revealing Rorschach's majestic body, which resembled an ancient Greek sculpture, and the energy fluctuations that rose ceaselessly like flames.

Feeling the surging torrent of magic within him, Luo Xia silently took out another card. Looking at the seven shooting stars of different colors on the card, a confident smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, victory was firmly in his grasp, and the outcome of this battle had already been decided.

Under Luo Xia's control, the rectangular card slowly floated into the air. His free left hand was slightly raised, and the endless crimson lightning around him surged into his slowly clenched fist like swallows returning to their nest.

The immense magical power brought a tangible heaviness, and tiny electric snakes leaked from between his fingers, exploding in the air with a series of crisp crackling sounds.

He slightly loosened his palm, and two intertwined and swirling bolts of lightning spilled out from between his thumb and little finger, accompanied by a dazzling flash of light, forming a crimson war bow.

That was an original text from the Age of Gods, a divine weapon gifted to Heracles by the sun god Apollo, a legendary warbow that had destroyed countless calamities and monsters.

"Shoot down a hundred heads. Today, let the two of us enjoy this moment of hunting down gods together."

With a smile, Luo Xia gently placed the Fire-Borrowing Greatsword he was holding tightly in his right hand onto the bowstring of the hundred-headed archer, which was made of crimson lightning. At that moment, all the muscles in his body tensed and stretched as he slowly drew back the war bow.

The Greatsword of Fire, its blade coiled from several red-hot metal strips like branding irons, gradually thinned and lengthened as Rorschach slowly drew his bow. As the bow was fully drawn, it transformed into a blazing metal arrow. The arrowhead, gleaming with a chilling light, was faintly aimed at the Mad Moon, whose limbs were wildly flailing in the distance.

Almost at the same moment Rorschach drew his bow to its full extent, the rectangular card that had been silently floating in front of him suddenly shattered into countless soft particles of light, slowly dissipating into the air. At that moment, a short incantation appeared in Rorschach's mind, which he loudly chanted:

"O Lord of Sunshine—the radiant Lord who bestows all wisdom, dignity, and strength."

"See my heart, my thoughts, and what I will accomplish!"

"Come, God of creation, star and moon! Witness my deeds, my final moments, and the sacred dedication I will achieve!"

"After unleashing this all-out attack, my resilient body will shatter instantly..."

NO:210 Sacred Dedication

Arash Kamang

A great hero in ancient Persian legend.

As a warrior of King Manuchir, hailed as the last king of the Western Gods, he ended the sixty-year war between Persia and Turku.

A savior who brought peace and tranquility to the people of both countries.

He sacrificed his life by shooting an arrow at Mount Dema, and the spot where the arrow landed became the border between Iran and Turan, becoming a great epic that is still told in the region today.

Now, with the help of the 'Divine Devotion' bond Craft Essence, Rorschach has recreated the powerful blow he delivered at the end of the Age of Gods, a blow that was enough to end all conflict and bring down the stars from the sky.

"────Stella (Meteor Shower)!!!!"

Accompanied by a shout that echoed through the starry sky, crimson flames shot out from Luo Xia's fingertips, carrying all his power, will, and life force. Like a true shooting star, it followed a mysterious and ethereal trajectory and precisely struck the Mad Moon, which had sensed something was wrong and was trying to escape.

The moment Rorschach began chanting the incantation, the Mad Moon sensed the overwhelming killing intent and the trembling of impending death surging forth like a tidal wave. For countless years, this ancient being had never experienced fear, but today, it truly felt it and trembled with dread.

The longer life endures, the greater the fear of death. The greater the power, the greater the terror of even greater power. From the moment of its birth, the invincible Mad Moon first conceived the idea of ​​fleeing. Unfortunately, its massive and expansive body, while granting it the power to easily destroy a planet, also greatly limited its possibility of escape, leaving it with no way to dodge the devastating blow fired by Rorschach.

Finally, as the crimson meteor struck the Mad Moon, a deathly silence once again enveloped the surrounding universe. Even though the Mad Moon continued to lash its tentacles, as thick as the East African Rift Valley, emitting visible roars, everything around it fell into a deathly silence; not a single sound could be heard.

The next moment, like a shattered mirror, cracks spewing scorching flames spread rapidly outward from the spot where the crimson meteor had fallen. Mad Moon's body was like a porcelain doll accidentally swept to the ground by a naughty child, its entire body becoming tattered and broken. Even its incredibly thick tentacles broke off one by one and flew towards Mad Moon's main body.

As a massive entity, Mad Moon itself is a huge source of gravity. Normally, Mad Moon's powerful physique is enough to support its enormous and robust body, but now, the meteor that Luo Xia shot out with all his might has destroyed Mad Moon's body structure from the inside out, making its body unable to support its massive mass any longer.

Naturally, the 'collapse' began.

The ancient evil god, its body tattered and mangled, began to collapse uncontrollably inward. Its long tentacles, the flesh that had been detached from its body due to the impact, and even everything around it began to deform, bend, and fall, compressing and mixing inward in a way that was completely incomprehensible to humans. As it reformed into an indescribable ball of flesh, countless raging flames erupted from within, slowly burning.

It looks like a second sun.

Chapter 458 Extra! Extra!

Chapter 458 Extra! Extra!

Mad Moon is not dead. This ancient creature has no fatal wounds in the traditional sense, and it doesn't even have anything that can be called a 'soul', but it is by no means alive now.

Enveloped in the blazing primordial fire, the mad moon will be forever bound within its own 'flesh,' enduring the long and desperate scorching and burning until its massive body is completely reduced to ashes, until its mad consciousness turns into a wisp of smoke, only then will this agonizing punishment end.

Just like Qin Chuan (not) Derich, who was put on a bonfire by the crowd to prolong the world's life, even if he was unwilling and reluctant, once he was touched by the first fire, there was no going back. He could only be burned to ashes.

However, the Mad Moon will not leave the world stage. Having become a 'living' sacrifice, it will contribute almost endless energy to Rorschach, exerting its last 'residual heat'.

For the past 4.6 billion years, the Mad Moon has repeatedly used its spirit and will to either bewitch, pollute, or directly modify the minds of Earth's creatures, causing them to seek sustenance and sacrifice their lives. Now, the Mad Moon itself has become a sacrifice on the altar, burning itself to give to others—a truly ironic end.

But it's pointless to talk about this now. With her body collapsing and her consciousness trapped in the raging ball of flesh, all Mad Moon can do is stay inside her body and quietly wait for the day she'll be reduced to ashes.

The ancient evil god met a tragic end, and Rorschach was no better off now.

As the price for blasting apart an enemy of Mad Moon's caliber with a single arrow, he was now pale, breathing weakly, his body covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds. He resembled a rag doll torn to pieces, utterly wrecked, by a mischievous child. Even his once strong heartbeat had weakened with massive blood loss. In just a few more seconds, Luo Xia would lose his life and enter the halls of death. However...

Noble Phantasm: Twelve Trials!

Crimson lightning erupted abruptly from Rorschach's completely emptied body, defying the law of conservation of energy, and instantly enveloped his entire body. Under the powerful and utterly unreasonable repair of this energy, Rorschach's severed tendons healed on their own, his broken muscles regrowed, and even the blood that had leaked from his body seemed to flow backward, returning to his body along the gradually healing wounds.

Soon, the powerful heartbeat resounded again, and the roaring energy surged through his crimson blood, continuously repairing even the smallest injuries in Luo Xia's body, until he slowly opened his eyes.

A dazzling flash of lightning shimmered deep within the man's eyes, allowing him to observe the distant fireball burning fiercely in the most direct way.

A few minutes later, the store manager subconsciously moved his wrists, feeling the refreshed body, but a slightly troubled expression appeared on his face.

Although the archery was enjoyable, there were many problems afterward. For one thing, dealing with the raging fireball in front of him was a major issue.

It cannot be taken away. As an ancient celestial body that has existed alongside Earth for 4.6 billion years, the Mad Moon, disguised as the Moon, profoundly influences Earth's ecosystem. If it were to be lost rashly, aside from anything else, the massive tsunamis and other extreme weather events caused by the imbalance of tidal forces alone could easily destroy the entire human civilization.

Hail, drought, torrential rain, extreme cold, tornadoes, and even lightning storms will successively ravage the Earth's surface for a long period of time, measured in centuries. Furthermore, as part of a binary star system, the absence of the Moon will cause changes in the Earth's rotation frequency and angle, reducing the length of a day by two-thirds. The Earth's crust will also collapse due to the loss of gravity, causing devastating global earthquakes.

Simply put, the world at that time would become a combination of '2012' and 'The Wandering Earth'. Unfortunately, human civilization, still in the 1929 era, is simply unable to build its own 'Noah's Ark,' let alone take the little broken planet on a journey.

Therefore, the fireball transformed from the Mad Moon cannot be moved elsewhere; it must be returned to its original location. Otherwise, the disruption of gravity and magnetic fields alone would be enough to wipe out humanity ten times over. But if it isn't taken away, how can it explain to the world why their perfectly good moon has become a second sun?

..........

Wales, United Kingdom.

When Arthur and his companions opened their eyes from their daze, they were surprised to find themselves out of the intricate and gloomy dungeon of the De La Pue family and in a high-end hotel in Cardiff, the capital of the Principality of Wales. Outside the window, they saw bustling streets and crowds of people.

Leaving that dark and oppressive dungeon, everyone's faces showed undisguised relief. Even the toughest warriors didn't want to stay in that dreadful place for even a second longer. However, after the relaxation, questions unconsciously crept into everyone's minds.

In the last moments of their memories, the evil ancestor of the Derapole family had already vanished into thin air under the purification of the holy water, and the battle had come to an end.

However, as they were enjoying the intense clash between the chaotic demons and the metal crawlers, and whispering about whether to leave the barrier to support Rorschach's battle, they suddenly went black and fainted. When they opened their eyes again, they were in a hotel in Cardiff, sleeping on soft and comfortable beds.

The time came to the afternoon of the second day.

No one knew what had happened the night before, not even Ada and old Delapour, who were closest to Rorschach, had experienced the same ordeal as Arthur and the others. Therefore, when the expedition members finally found Rorschach in the hotel restaurant, leading Nyaruko and Matou Sakura in a taste of British culinary disasters, Arthur, the leader, directly asked him what was on his mind.

What exactly happened last night?

Rorschach, who was staring at the dead fish head in front of him in the 'Stargazing' book, did not answer Arthur's question directly. Instead, he picked up a newspaper with small black print next to him and handed it to Arthur.

Mr. Witcher first looked at Rorschach in front of him with a puzzled expression, then opened the newspaper in his hand.

This is an emergency-printed supplement to The Times, usually used to report breaking news. Only truly significant events require such a newspaper. And the newspaper in Arthur's hand records just such a significant event.

Breaking News! Hundreds of kilometers of land mysteriously vanished along the southern coast of the Principality of Wales! Local villagers fall into a coma!

The eye-catching headlines in the newspaper stimulated Arthur's sensitive nerves, but he did not ask Rorschach for information again. Instead, he suppressed his chaotic emotions and read carefully.

According to the newspaper, they received several phone calls early this morning, in which the person on the other end excitedly told them a story that sounded rather crazy and bizarre.

A stretch of land with hundreds of kilometers of coastline in the Principality of Wales has mysteriously disappeared!

At first, the editors at The Times thought it was a malicious joke—hundreds of kilometers of coastline disappearing? Only a madman would believe that; they received countless similar fake news reports every day. But when the second, third, and fourth calls came, and even The Times' Welsh bureau started calling headquarters, the editors realized they might not be hearing a malicious joke, but a genuine news story.

The entire United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland was in an uproar, because overnight, in broad daylight, a stretch of coastline hundreds of kilometers long, along with a third of Wales' land, disappeared. The whole country was shocked, and even the neighboring friendly nations were astonished.

After the initial shock came a deep-seated panic.

That's thousands of square kilometers of land, home to hundreds of thousands of people, just gone like that?! Even throwing a stone makes a sound, but now such a large area of ​​land has mysteriously disappeared. How can that not terrify those people?

Today Wales may have a few thousand square kilometers of land lost, but tomorrow London could be completely wiped out. Although subsequent reports indicated that the inhabitants of those vanished lands were all found on nearby plains, the entire nation remained gripped by fear. After all, in any era and in any country, land is the means and property upon which most locals depend for their livelihood; losing land is tantamount to losing everything.

The thought that they might wake up penniless one day prompted British citizens to take to the streets and protest, demanding an explanation from the government.

What the public didn't know was that the British government was even more bewildered than they were. After all, most people hadn't suffered any losses yet, but the government had lost a large area of ​​territory and gained hundreds of thousands of starving refugees. They were seething with resentment, unable to voice their grievances. Only a small group of people at the very top of British power had a vague idea of ​​the possible cause of this situation.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will definitely find out the whole story and give the country an explanation."

In the hotel restaurant, Arthur put down the phone with a wry smile, turned around helplessly, and looked at Rorschach, who had finished his meal and was enjoying dessert and tea not far away.

“Mr. Rorschach, I have already notified the British government to send aid to those refugees. Now, can you tell me what exactly happened last night?”

"Are you sure you want to know the whole truth, Arthur? As a witcher, you should understand that sometimes knowing too much isn't a good thing."

Arthur's smile grew even more bitter upon hearing this. He knew all too well the saying that the more you know, the faster you die, but what could he do? He was named Hesing. The Earl of Hesing of the British Empire—this title represented not only glory and wealth, but also responsibility and obligation.

Seeing that Arthur was still determined to find the truth, Rorschach shook his head inwardly, but decided to respect his wishes and tell him the truth about everything. However, before that, Rorschach's gaze fell on Walter behind Arthur, and... the slightly trembling shadow beneath the Witcher's feet.

"Can these two... be trusted? What I'm about to tell you is a secret that could cause upheaval throughout human society. If it gets out, the consequences will be dire."

When Arthur saw Rorschach's sharp gaze sweep over the shadow beneath his feet, he stiffened for a moment before slowly regaining his composure and replying calmly, "Walter and Alucard are comrades I can entrust with my back; they are qualified to stand here and listen."

“Akado…” The shopkeeper glanced again with interest at the slightly trembling shadow beneath Arthur’s feet, nodded slowly, and snapped his fingers.

"Feng Jue."

Silver-gray runes spread from Rorschach's feet and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye. Everything that was touched by these silver-gray runes, whether it was the vehicles outside the window or the other guests in the hotel, all stopped in place in a strange way, as if time had stood still.

As one of the few people within the sealed-off area who could move freely, Arthur stared solemnly at the world around him, now a gray and white hue, his eyes filled with undisguised apprehension. He had seen this kind of 'barrier' before, during his battle with his ancestor Derapur, but back then he was underground and couldn't see his surroundings, so he assumed it was just an ordinary imprisonment or protective barrier. He never imagined it possessed such powerful strength, capable of stopping everything around him. It looked almost like...

"Just in case, I've made a little preparation; please don't mind. Everyone, please have a seat. My story is quite long; relaxing will help ease your mind."

Rorschach gestured for Arthur and his group to sit down. After everyone had obediently settled into their chairs, he raised his teacup, took a sip, and slowly began to tell a terrifying story that left Arthur feeling anything but at ease.

The cruel truth of the past 4.6 billion years, the various 'gods' sitting high above humanity, and the mad moon, larger than North America, capable of easily destroying the world.

Of course, Rorschach did not tell Arthur the whole truth, only that he had killed the Mad Moon with some kind of mysterious ritual, and the price was thousands of square kilometers of land in Wales.

Of course, to prove his point, Rorschach removed the illusion he had cast on Mad Moon, allowing the Witcher to witness firsthand the spectacular sight of two 'suns' shining brightly together in the Welsh evening sky. Well, the expression on the Witcher's face at that moment was quite something. It perfectly illustrated what it meant to be pale with a hint of red, and red with a hint of black.

"I have told you all the truth I know now. Whether you choose to keep it all to yourself or report it to the authorities is up to you. My work is done, and it's time for me to leave."

Picking up his silver, dark wood cane and putting on his top hat, Rorschach nodded to the Witcher and rose to leave the restaurant. Behind him, Arthur Van Helsing remained seated, silent as a statue.

P.S.: It's snowing in Xuzhou!!!