Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 273 Tranquil Moonlight

"What do we do now?"

The young seventeen-year-old girl sat at the edge of the long table of the Blood Feast, having contemplated the things that might happen to her when she broke into the manor, but the bizarre scene before her still left her at a loss.

"Don't worry, downstairs they are already using the Unclassified Level Relic, the Sword of Diesel. He temporarily can't leave this place, we'll entangle Him, the church's Divine Descent Ritual is about to..."

Mr. Hog Lendel, too, was vomiting blood; in fact, all the uncontrollable people seated at the table were doing so. The blood stained the white tablecloth red, yet it made the flesh in the gold plates and silver bowls on the table seem even more enticing.

Miss Lanina Green, a Ten-Ring Sorcerer from the Sun Church, was on Iluna's left, and Mr. Modro, an elderly Eleven-Ring Sorcerer from the Peace Church, on her right.

Dozens of people couldn't fill the seats by the long table, so more footsteps could be heard, and more rigid figures climbed the stairs to the third floor, pulling out chairs to sit at the table. These were guests who had come to join the feast, who, even if they remained unconscious, would likely never return to the normal human world after such a close encounter with a Deity.

Only the seat at the other end of the long table, directly opposite the blurry figure in the red formal attire, remained empty, but the bell signaling the start of the feast grew louder and louder.

Outside the large hole in the wall, made by the Church Ring Sorcerers to break in, lay the wide street facing the mansion. Amidst the blood fog, a golden Eleven-Rank staircase rose from the ground, and a woman, whose face was unclear, with the Ring of Fate of an Eleven-Ring Sorcerer floating behind her, stepped onto the staircase.

"It's the Grand Witch from the Witch Council!"

Iluna heard someone say in a strained whisper.

For the first time, the vague figure at the end of the long table stopped its feasting at the arrival of a mortal, but it was only for a moment. No one knew what had happened, only to see the golden staircase outside the broken wall crumble, and the woman who was ascending it freeze in midair. But instead of being forced into the banquet hall to pull out a chair, she vanished into the blood fog like a bubble.

This was the only sorcerer thus far who had managed to escape intact, of course, because she had never entered the crimson banquet hall from the start.

Time seemed to have lost its effect here, a blood-colored halo appeared on all visible objects, and the urgent sound of the bell hastened the start of the Blood Feast. The thick blood fog carried the scent of blood to everyone's nostrils, and the crimson chunks of meat on the long table in front of them now looked so tempting.

The blurry figure gradually became whole, the Saint about to fully manifest here. Although his body occupied only a human-sized space, it seemed as if he was everywhere.

The unconscious common folk, now out of control, began to eat, and the sounds of splattering liquids and swallowing made Iluna instinctively feel nauseous.

"Iluna, close your eyes, it's okay, this will pass,"

Miss Green's voice came into her ears, but such comfort was futile.

"To not die in the Ruins, only to die in..."

She closed her eyes, but the sounds of swallowing around her stopped after two or three seconds. The wind and the swirling fog both came to a standstill, and the dizzying spiritual pressure disappeared for a short while.

"Who is it this time?"

She knew that people would continue to sacrifice themselves one after another, but could not imagine which High Ring Sorcerer could cause such an anomaly. The blinding light shone on her eyelids, turning the pitch-black darkness to brightness with her eyes closed. She opened her right eye and, together with the others around the long table who were still conscious, turned towards the street outside the hole in the wall, then witnessed a shocking scene—

Above the streets, a gaping hole tore through the blood-red fog in the night sky. The massive silver moon wheel revealed itself, appearing as if it were about to crash to the ground, casting sanctity moonlight from behind the blood fog in this direction.

The high-altitude silver-white moonlight lit up everyone's faces, making the gold and silver tableware on the table reflect a glimmer, and causing the revolting dishes to emit black fog. At the same time, the sanctity light also healed their spirits and dispelled the blood fog. Even for a moment, it made the banquet hall, which should not have existed, disappear, turning back into the large mansion's third-floor corridor scattered with unconscious people.

Although Silvermoon's suppression of the blood fog and the banquet hall lasted only a few seconds, it was enough to almost bring the seventeen-year-old girl to tears. Everyone felt another power, equally vast and ancient, arriving, a power that was not of any True God's, yet just as magnificent.

The wind swirled the thick blood fog, and in the distance, it seemed there was a young girl's graceful singing, praising something. Under that silver moon wheel, all was extremely tranquil—

Ding~

Holy silver light pillars descended from the heavens, enveloping the silhouette standing at the end of the street, directly facing the breach in the third floor of the mansion.

That light was tranquil and ancient, profound and sanctified.

No one knew when he had appeared, but now, the figure standing within the silver pillar of light wore a black robe, an Outlander.

The light dispelled the blood fog, and under the hood, Shard, whose body's edges seemed to be coated with a gold glimmer, looked up and locked gazes with the Saint at the end of the long table who had stopped eating.

To mortal eyes, it was just a man in a red formal outfit with an indistinct face. But to Shard, who felt the Divinity Power gradually spreading throughout his body, it was a huge pulsating flesh that had devoured the mansion, and that mass of flesh was the true form of the Saint.

He had not yet fully stepped into this place, but compared to Lakeside Manor, He had indeed arrived.

[Outlander, Divinity has been ignited. I will control the power for you, be careful in everything.]

"Understood."

In the darkness and blood fog, he closed his eyes, and his body floated up off the ground, the golden liquid within his soul silently dissipating.

His soul and perception ascended infinitely at this moment, reaching a high dimension beyond mortal description, yet he could still feel that his body was merely hovering above the ground.

The blood fog on the road from the street end to the mansion dissipated, and his entire body seemed as if it would melt into that silver beam of heavenly light. Fine gold luster wound its way along the lines of his muscles, spreading throughout his body from the inside out, the sensation of boundless power making "man" gradually elevate.

Silvermoon hung above His head, the quiet hymn formed by a convergence of thousands of voices arising from nowhere, praising His power, praising all that there is.

The hymn grew in volume, and the silver moon disk above grew softer in its light. In that instant, Shard, as if he understood everything in the world, yet also felt as though he could not understand anything at all.

Under the massive silver wheel of the moon above, He slowly touched down, the once-worn black hooded robe now a pure white long robe.

With eyes closed, it was the Outlander, Shard Suren Hamilton.

Now, with eyes opened, it was a God present in the world.