Thanks for the Blood Moon's Gift Package
Su Luo's fingers passed through the mist and touched a physical object.
The blood-red, moon-shaped glass bead is Relic of the Blood Moon.
Like Su Luo's own [Source Essence Circulator] from the previous playthrough, this Relic is also a "translation" and "encapsulation" of the Blood Moon's power by the Tower's rules. It allows the Blood Moon to use its abilities within the Tower.
However, it can also be an interface, an interface that connects the Blood Moon itself and the rules of the Tower.
"I haven't selected the upgrade option yet, great, that saves me a lot of trouble." Su Luo felt that her luck had really improved a lot.
Thank you Blood Moon, for the wonderful gift.
After each stage of an upgradeable Relic is completed, you can choose the upgrade options for the initial Relic. Blood Moon did not choose any options, as if it was being kept as a backup plan.
There are still two upgrade options left.
Su Luo grasped the Relic.
The Relic began to glow, the light mingling with Black Flames and blood-red light, Spread along the Relic's patterns and seeping into every node and every line.
Energy surged forth from the battlefield, a battlefield strewn with corpses and ruins.
The strange auras of the nine Vassals surrounding Blood Moon slowly dissipated.
The strange tales began to grow unchecked, and the Blood Moon's true form, instead of regaining its power, transformed into a real Blood Moon, which Su Luo casually tossed onto her head.
[Vassal Inheritance: Sacrifice your own cards and Health Points in exchange for the Vassal legend's ■■■■]
Both the Blood Moon and Su Luo's Essences were too vast, and the difficulty and time required to Unsealing were too high. Therefore, Su Luo chose the Blood Moon's Vassal tales.
Their Unsealing rate is 100%!
As expected, the injured Observer died at the hands of the Snailman.
The Snailman turned his head and looked at Su Luo, who was holding the [Blood Moon] Relic and manipulating the supernatural tales.
"A power I've never seen before..." it said, a hint of confusion in its voice, "An outsider?"
A spoon appeared silently on the Snailman's head.
It was an ordinary spoon, silvery-white, with a slight curve, floating in mid-air above the Snailman's tentacle-covered head.
"Bang."
The spoon gently fell and tapped the Snailman on the head.
The force was very light, like a greeting.
The Snailman paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky.
"Bang."
Another one. This time, the force was a little too much.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The spoon struck faster and harder, the sound growing louder. The Snailman reached out and grabbed the spoon, crushing it into pieces.
But as soon as the fragment slipped from its fingers, a new spoon reformed and continued the process.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
A smile slowly crept onto the Snailman's face...
Beside her, Su Luo moved slowly, trying to leave the Time-Slowing Field, while keeping her gaze on the Snailman who was being entangled by the strange tales.
The main thing was the pocket watch in his hand.
"This item is destined for me..."
Old Man Time felt that he might be going to meet his end here today.
Of course, over the years, some people called him "Snailman" and "Time Rescuer" because of his appearance.
To be honest, he didn't really understand how things had gotten to this point.
All he remembered was that the outsider in the blue robe used a method he couldn't understand at all to make those bizarre attacks cling to him like a malignant tumor.
A spoon tapped his head a hundred times, causing white, sticky fluid to ooze from his scalp; a Smile grew out of his face, fixing his expression in an exaggerated arc; and something else burrowed inside him, making him so itchy he wanted to tear himself in two.
In short, my whole body was covered in ghost stories, leaving not a single hole.
He simply didn't have time to care about anyone else.
Immediately afterwards, layers upon layers of Spell runes began to appear around the person. These runes Spread out from his feet, Diffusion in all directions, layer upon layer, First Ring upon First Ring, so complex that it was breathtaking.
They are not independent Spells, but a complete Cycle system, radiating outwards and contracting inwards from that person, endlessly regenerating.
The earth trembled beneath those patterns, the air solidified in that awe-inspiring power, and even the bones of the fallen Gods in the distance seemed to resonate with some kind of Resonance, beginning to glow faintly.
The Snailman had only ever seen such a scene in the hands of the Gods of ancient times.
"Etc."
A voice resounded from the depths of my heart.
"'What do you mean by your Time-Slowing Field'?" the voice repeated his earlier thought. "'Is this your power, yours?'"
The Snailman's pupils suddenly contracted.
The next second, a black flame ignited from his body.
The flames were more terrifying than any high temperature; Burn not flesh and blood, but the very soul. The Snailman felt his consciousness being burned to ashes inch by inch, and the pain was beyond the limits of language.
"Stop! Your! Your time-stopping domain! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
The Snailman cried out in surprise.
The Black Flames finally stopped.
Su Luo stopped trying to read minds and instead began to force the Snailman to reveal information directly.
The mind-reading wasn't very effective. This was Dream World, and his usual Dreamscape interrogation methods were useless; he could only try this method to probe.
As it turns out, for beings like the Snailman who possess some strength, simple mind-reading is easily interrupted and slow.
So Su Luo turned off the pain shield of her Heartfire; torture was still the most effective method.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop burning it!"
The Snailman sensed that the Black Flames were about to reignite and quickly spoke.
"Both the Observer and I were originally members of the God Sect before the Desolation Plague struck!"
Su Luo didn't interrupt him, but listened Jingjing.
"The God Sect," the Snailman explained, "Is a sect formed spontaneously by the original inhabitants of the Eternal Night Court in ancient times to serve the Gods. Through various devout Rituals, they gain the favor of the Gods and even receive God power as rewards."
"Tell me your views on the Gods." Su Luo toyed with the Blood Moon in his hand, and the field constructed by the Outer Circulation flickered around him, turning a hundred meters around him into a complete dead zone.
The Snailman's eyes flickered for a moment, before he finally spoke, his voice Heartfire.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" he hissed. "So-called Gods are nothing more than a group of people with great power and authority over the world! They can die! They can be afraid! My pocket watch was stolen from a severely wounded God!"
"And what about the Desolation Plague? How did the Gods die?"
"Legend has it that the Desolation Plague comes from the end of the world, irresistible, and only the Gods could escape it..." the Snailman continued, panting, "The Gods died from civil war and Corrosion Desolation Plague."