Chapter 375
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Chapter 375: Night Battle
Inside the carriage, the Scarlet Moon calmly embraced Bai Yan.
The two of them silently held each other in a moment of stillness.
Blood flowed steadily from Bai Yan’s neck, entering the mouth of the Scarlet Moon. He remained indifferent, not reacting to the blood loss.
For her, this was a source of joy and calm. She savored the act, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
After a long while, Bai Yan gently pushed the Scarlet Moon away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice laced with a touch of annoyance. “Aren’t you used to it yet?”
The Scarlet Moon, her mouth stained with blood, looked at Profligate with an air of casual arrogance.
“There’s no use in trying to escape,” she said coolly. “I will find you… and from now on, you won’t be able to rid yourself of me. You will always be a reserve of food for me.”
Bai Yan, sitting across from her, shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips.
“Your words sound too arrogant,” he retorted, his tone light. “Shouldn’t it be that you can’t leave me?”
He ignored her deliberate provocation, smiling calmly.
The Scarlet Moon, sensing the futility of continuing this, fell silent. She simply sat there, staring out the window of the carriage as it rumbled on.
They were traveling with the Knight Order, their journey continuing without interruption.
This time, however, Bai Yan had not only sent the Scarlet Moon but had chosen to venture into the otherworld himself, determined to personally fulfill the mission.
Curiosity had always driven him to explore the world beyond Noah.
Though he had already crossed into an otherworld, a world so different from his homeland, he couldn’t shake the desire to see even more.
Two days later…
The knight’s team arrived at a small town on the outskirts of a holy city to resupply.
Bai Yan, however, made sure no one noticed his presence. He preferred to observe quietly, staying hidden in the shadows.
Though the mission was supposed to be a simple one, it was taking much longer than he had anticipated.
But Bai Yan had already learned something crucial from Aurora’s livestreams—time in this world passed differently.
In Noah’s world, only a single day had passed, while in this world, two full days had already gone by. Time flowed at about two and a half times the rate here.
The night fell.
The Knights of the Sacred Heart rested at the inn of the small town, their bodies weary from the journey.
Aurora, however, was restless. Alone in her room, she had not bothered to remove her golden armor. Instead, she lit an oil lamp and carefully examined a yellowed parchment scroll.
“Strange,” she muttered to herself, furrowing her brows. “I’ve never seen this type of material before.”
What she held was not an ordinary scroll, though it resembled one.
In fact, it was made of a special material, intricately designed, unlike any natural material she had ever encountered.
Aurora shook her head in confusion.
She couldn’t fathom the significance of this clue. Something was amiss, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
The small town they were staying in was situated close to the headquarters of the Heavenly God Church, a bustling city with a population of several hundred thousand. The streets teemed with people, vibrant and alive, completely unlike the apocalyptic landscapes Aurora had witnessed elsewhere.
But something didn’t sit right with her.
Aurora knew this town hadn’t always been so populated. It was the Decaying Disasters—those disasters that never struck around the Holy City—that had caused the town’s population to swell.
Over the past few years, the influx of people had grown uncontrollably, leading to issues with security and inflated prices.
Still unable to sleep, Aurora left her room and made her way to the stable.
She needed some time alone, to think, to process. As she walked through the dimly lit stable, she fed her Dragon Blood War Horse night grass, feeling the familiar comfort of the animal’s presence.
“I always feel that something is strange… Not right…” she murmured, voice heavy with suspicion.
The Dragon Blood War Horse snorted, enjoying the attention, the sound filling the quiet night.
For years, this warhorse had been her companion, a creature she considered family.
Suddenly, Aurora froze. Someone was approaching.
“Aurora, is it you who has returned?”
A deep voice called from outside the stable.
Aurora tensed, having sensed the presence moments before. She turned and saw the towering figure of an orc standing in the doorway.
It was Bernard, a knight commander of the Heavenly God Church, a beastman with the appearance of a white bear.
Standing over two meters tall, he wore gray armor and carried a massive blade on his back—a Dragonslayer Sword, nearly three meters in length. It wasn’t a weapon for dealing with regular foes; it was designed for giants and dragons.
“Knight Bernard, are you here?”
Aurora greeted him, recognizing the beastman instantly.
Bernard’s voice was somber, hesitant.
“Um, it’s me, Aurora…”
“Why did you come here?” Aurora asked, her voice steady but with a hint of suspicion.
“We’re heading back to the Holy City this time to discuss something with King Silger. It’s an important matter.”
Bernard’s expression darkened.
“Is what you want to talk about related to the Decaying Disaster?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Yes,” Aurora replied without hesitation, sharing what little information she knew.
However, she left out the matter of the Babel Tower.
The white bear knight fell silent, contemplating her words.
“You shouldn’t have come back, Aurora,” he said, his voice filled with sorrow.
He unsheathed his enormous Dragonslayer Sword.
“We shouldn’t be enemies… Why has it come to this?”
Aurora’s senses went on high alert.
“Hmm?”
Before she could react, Bernard swung his massive weapon toward her, aiming for her head.
Without mercy.
“Sir Knight!”
Aurora barely managed to leap back, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.
“Boom!”
The force of the blow reverberated through the air, shaking the ground. The inn itself cracked and crumbled under the immense pressure.
Aurora’s heart tightened as she realized the fate of the innocent people inside. They would not survive.
Before her stood Bernard, a knight she once respected, but now, no matter what kind of person he had been, he was her enemy.
She thrust her spear—made of radiant light—toward him, but it was easily blocked by his colossal sword.
“Aurora, do you still wish to fight me?”
Bernard asked, his voice cold as he swung his weapon with brutal precision, unleashing devastating force with every strike.
Aurora met each blow with unwavering resolve.
She wielded her spear with strength unmatched, each clash sending shockwaves through the air. The two giants of power collided, neither willing to give an inch.
Aurora had grown stronger, far stronger than before.
Bernard, the seasoned knight commander, could hardly believe the strength Aurora displayed.
When she had first defected from the church, she hadn’t even reached the level of a Crown Knight. Yet now…
“What’s happening to your power?” he muttered in disbelief.
Aurora took a deep breath, divine energy swirling around her as golden light enveloped her body.
She leaped forward, her body radiating with divine brilliance.
“The Chosen Gun!”
With the force of a shooting star, she collided with Bernard’s Dragonslayer Sword.
“Boom!”
A crack appeared in the blade.
Aurora didn’t hesitate. Again, she imbued herself with divine power, launching another devastating strike.
“Bang!”
The crack widened.
Bernard roared in fury, his body glowing with intense red light.
With an explosive leap, he soared high into the air, swinging his mighty sword down toward her.
Aurora didn’t falter.
She faced him head-on.
“The Chosen Gun!”
Third strike. Third time.
“Bam!”
In an instant, Bernard’s Dragonslayer Sword shattered into pieces.
“You’ve become powerful, Aurora,” Bernard said, kneeling on the ground, his blood dripping. Despite the pain, his expression was calm.
“But it was no use anymore… No matter what I tried, it was all useless.”
Aurora stood before him, her lance aimed at his chest, but she didn’t strike.
“Bernard, please… tell me the whole truth!”
Her voice was soft but desperate.
She knew the Holy City might not be the place to go next.
But why was all of this happening?
