Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Twin Beauties Intrude the Demon’s Lair

The Scarlet Moon took a deep, measured breath.

She had to admit a harsh truth—against that entity, she was utterly powerless.

In the grasp of the “Savior” from the Babel Tower, she was reduced to nothing more than a pawn, a toy to be manipulated at will.

Memories surged of humans

who had succumbed to her

magical eye, hypnotized and

obedient. They, too, had been

rendered incapable of

resistance.

How similar her plight was

now to theirs.

Helpless.

Powerless.

For centuries, the Scarlet

Moon had ruled as the regent

of Tatsumi City’s dark

underworld, her pride towering

above mortals. But in recent

days, she had been bested

three times by the “Savior,”

forced into submission, her

dignity chipped away with

each act of compulsion.

And worst of all—there was

nothing she could do.

The shopkeeper, a half-beast

with graying fur, stroked his

beard nervously, eyes darting

toward the two striking women

standing before him. His hand

slid discreetly beneath the

counter, seeking the hidden

alarm.

But before he could press it, a

pale fist crashed into view.

“Ah!”

The Scarlet Moon struck. The

diminutive shopkeeper was

sent hurtling backward, his

body crumpling against the

wall in a lifeless heap.

Without flinching, she sneered,

“So this is your Savior? A killer

without hesitation, slaying

even a simple drugstore

owner?”

Mu Ling, standing calmly

nearby, shook her head. “He

must have been guilty of

something unforgivable for the

Savior to command this. You

still fail to understand him.”

The Scarlet Moon cast a

withering look at the steadfast

“loyal dog” beside her.

In her eyes, Mu Ling was

wholly brainwashed. The kind

of person who, if ordered,

would crawl on all fours and

wag her tail eagerly.

Utterly indoctrinated.

Mu Ling’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Have you ever seen a half-beast so old? Surely his survival stems from something unnatural—perhaps a drug that defies logic. Longevity of this sort isn’t for the poor or unconnected.”

Scarlet Moon, indifferent to mortal lifespans, didn’t reply.

Under compulsion, she moved forward, stepping into the shop. Her heel slammed down with a decisive crack, shattering the wooden floor and revealing a hidden passage below.

“Thanks for clearing the way,” Mu Ling said. Together, they descended into the darkness.

The air grew heavier as they ventured deeper. Their sharp senses caught the faint cries of suffering echoing through the walls—a chorus of anguish that could unsettle even the hardest of hearts.

The scent of blood grew stronger, mingling with the acrid tang of chemicals.

Finally, they emerged into a sinister underground workshop. It was a chamber of horrors: metal frames lined the room, each holding writhing, mutilated figures whose wounds oozed into a bubbling pool of blood and drugs below.

Mu Ling’s jaw tightened at the sight, fury simmering in her veins. She whispered, “Whoever is responsible for this won’t escape justice.”

The Scarlet Moon remained silent, suppressing an unsettling hunger at the sight of the carnage.

Several conical-hatted men emerged, their arms glinting with metallic sheen, weapons raised.

“You shouldn’t have come,” one of them growled, as they charged without hesitation.

Blades slashed through the air, aimed to dismember.

The Scarlet Moon stood still, her voice cold. “Foolish humans.”

Before she could act, Mu Ling moved. Her hand gripped the nearest blade, and time seemed to stutter.

Deep Blue World.

Everything froze.

The masked men hung

suspended mid-strike, their

weapons inches from flesh.

In a flash, Mu Ling’s blade

sang. Blood erupted as every

foe fell, lifeless.

The Scarlet Moon watched in

stunned silence, unable to

track Mu Ling’s movements.

Her opponent’s power was

undeniable—perhaps rooted in

more than sheer speed.

After inspecting the grisly

scene, Mu Ling turned her

attention to the captured

victims, carefully freeing each

one. Yet despite her care,

most of them succumbed

instantly, their bodies too far

gone to survive.

Mu Ling clenched her fists in

frustration. “I can’t just let

them die like this!”

She knelt, beseeching the

Savior for aid.

In response, a voice echoed in

her mind:

[Nightsaber. This is what you

need.]

Patterns of radiant white light

materialized on her abdomen.

The Sacred Rune: Frigga,

capable of healing any injury,

even from the brink of death.

Under her glowing hands, the

mutilated victims began to

heal. Mangled flesh reformed,

and agony gave way to relief.

One by one, survivors fell to

their knees in gratitude.

“Bodhisattvas,” they

murmured. “Thank you for

saving us!”

Mu Ling’s voice carried firm

conviction. “It wasn’t me. It

was the Savior of Babel Tower.

If you wish to repay the

kindness, spread his name

Their mission wasn’t over. A

hidden door swung open,

revealing a massive figure clad

in golden armor.

“I am Jushan, the Black-

Pupiled Lord’s champion,” the

giant bellowed, his four arms

brandishing enchanted

weapons.

The Scarlet Moon moved

forward. In an instant, her fists

pummeled Jushan, his

colossal frame crumpling

under her onslaught. Despite

his pleas for mercy, her strikes

didn’t waver.

Amid the chaos, a new

presence emerged—a nine-

tailed fox with a captivating

allure. Her silver tails

shimmered as her sly smile

betrayed her intentions.

“Beautiful women and chaos—

how delightful. Shall we talk, or

shall we fight?”

Before they could respond,

black mist enveloped the two

women, whisking them away.

The fox narrowed her eyes. “A

Connector… intriguing.”

As the mist faded, she

summoned a paper crane,

sending it fluttering into the air.

Back at Babel Tower, Bai Yan

reviewed his progress.

“Mission accomplished,” he

mused. “Another step

forward… and the Scarlet

Moon, ever so formidable,

slowly learns her place.”

The Savior of Babel Tower

always had a plan.