Chapter 239
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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.
