201: Crescent Moon's Desperate Battle (2)

Gravitational pressure!

Li Aoz knelt on the other person's chest, raised his fists, and swung them down hard.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! Punches rained down from the sky like a storm. Crescent Moon's head was struck head-on by Li Aoz. The fierce fist generated a Mach ring, which ignited and burned due to violent friction with the air. The scorching fist landed solidly on his face, and his muscles deformed, writhed, and twisted rapidly under the terrifying force. Even so, his [Crescent Moon] Aoneng still faithfully offset 80% of the impact. Without the Zeta-rank special effect, Li Aoz's output was still significantly lower.

But that doesn't mean that Li Aoz's punches were weak and powerless.

On the contrary, every heavy punch that landed slammed Crescent Moon's head into the ground, creating a crater.

His punches are so powerful that he doesn't need any other control skills.

With the amplification of gravity, each punch was like a meteorite falling in freefall, accurately bombarding the earth. In no time, the residual shockwaves shattered the earth, and the shrill shockwaves, like sharp blades, spread outwards while cutting and tearing apart buildings along the way.

Whether it's a forest woven from reinforced concrete or a natural world of towering mountains, the destructive sound of a punch is as deafening and echoing as a continuous nuclear explosion.

Crescent Moon's health plummeted as the relentless punches left him barely able to breathe, and his armored body couldn't withstand the onslaught.

'If this continues, I'll lose—'

Crescent Moon's gaze sharpened. He held his breath and desperately swayed left and right, secretly releasing the Bio-current from his bio-armor, gradually paralyzing Li Aoz, and his punching speed quickly decreased.

That's it!

He seized an opening in Li Aoz's punch, suddenly swung his elbow, and struck Li Aoz in the ribs. He then flipped over and flew past Li Aoz's shoulder like a high jumper. The moment he landed, Canyue raised his claw and grabbed Li Aoz's face.

Dimensional rupture!

Li Aoz's head was instantly shattered into six magnificent fragments.

"Hmph, nothing special. No matter how strong you are, you're already at your limit—"

Before Canyue finished speaking, the headless body slowly stood up, with a gray spatial ripple that looked like burning flames above its head, and walked towards her step by step.

Crescent Moon's smile froze, and he slowly retreated.

"You... you actually cut off your own head for the sake of Sequence Aura?"

Li Aoz continued to step forward, his hands stretching and flexing, each finger clenched into a fist.

"Thug Crescent Moon!"

A furious shout suddenly rang out from the sky.

The crescent moon raised its head, and Nastisha Storm Bringer, hung high in the sky, holding a staff in one hand, the crystal at the top of which shone brightly. Her presence instilled fear in the entire natural ecosystem of White Candle Star.

She released her Ita-level aura without reservation, and the detected biological frequency was as terrifying as a strong radiation source.

For mortals, if they looked up, they would not be able to see Nastisha's figure at all; they would only feel a burning and stinging pain in their retina.

"An Itha-class mage..."

Canyue clicked her tongue and looked at Li Aoz: "What bad luck today— Li Aoz, you've escaped with your life."

He waved his hand and retreated step by step to the gate of the Teleportation Tower, secretly sending a message to Bablushka.

Nastisha, oblivious to his subtle movements, held her staff, her gaze chilling. She glanced at Li Aoz on the ground, hesitated for a moment, then pretended not to see him, continuing to look at the crescent moon.

"You're not going anywhere today. I'm going to send you to Surnamo Prison so you can experience what it's like to be worse than dead! Only in this way can I do justice to the innocent souls you slaughtered!"

As she spoke, she immediately began preparing to cast the spell.

"That's not necessarily true."

A message came through the communicator, and Canyue smiled slightly, "Only the losing war criminals go to prison, while the winning war criminals have always lived in the palace."

Enraged, Nastisha unleashed a bolt of lightning that struck down instantly.

Whoosh!

The sky was calmly torn apart, cleaving straight towards the crescent moon. If it hit, with Nastisha's strength, the crescent moon would be instantly knocked down and brought to the brink of death.

But at that very moment, the Teleportation Tower behind the crescent moon instantly ejected its armor, revealing the deep energy core inside, and a dark blue Molecular Teleporter immediately opened!

Puff puff puff—

Three strange devices were launched from the teleporter. The next moment, the devices extended outward and spread outward, forming a pitch-black canopy that not only shielded the lightning but also dragged the entire Trivella into an unseen dark world.

"Bravo Six, arrive at the Dark Domain."

The Governor's Guard, the Bravo Squad, stepped into the portal in an orderly and quiet manner. They were shrouded in tight Black Moon Armor, the light-absorbing material making them undetectable by any equipment or magic under the cover of the Dark Domain.

Bravo Six, holding a submachine gun with its barrel tightly wrapped in Shroud of the Saint in one hand, dragged the severely injured Crescent Moon with the other. "Report to Dark Wolf, we have received Crescent Moon and are confirming the situation."

He dragged Canyue to the rear, where the tactical squad members promptly deployed mobile shields and quick-build fortresses. The medic stepped forward, placed a stretcher on it, and laid Canyue down comfortably. He prayed softly, poured holy water on Canyue's forehead, and then immediately used medical equipment to restore his heartbeat and repair the burns inside his body. A few seconds later, Canyue's body was completely restored, and he sat up.

"Ahem—if you're any later, I'll be heading into Surnamo to move stones!"

"The crescent moon said with dissatisfaction."

Bravo Six simply extended his hand indifferently. "Fragment."

Crescent Moon nodded slightly, composed herself, and said:

"It's not on me."

"What? You didn't get the fragment?" Bravo's team asked in surprise. "Of course I got it, but the other side took it from me. It was right there on me!"

The crescent moon, feigning malice, began to accuse the villain, saying in an annoyed tone:

"I was perfectly fine until your Governor failed to stop the news and let that madwoman barge in. I would have succeeded long ago—she's an enemy of the Ita class. It wouldn't be easy for her to deal with me, would it? If you don't get the fragment back, your gods won't forgive you!"

Bravo's squad was speechless and had no choice but to report the intelligence.

"Calling Dark Wolf, Alpha, Charlie, this is the Bravo Squad. We have taken the target, but the fragments have been taken by the Ita-class target."

"Dark Wolf received, please wait a moment."

On Bablushka's flagship, the staff quickly asked the other two squads, "This is Dark Wolf, report your situation."

"Received. This is Alpha. We have successfully received the fragment and are returning."

"Roger that, this is Charlie. We have successfully returned with the fragments."

Headquarters received the intelligence and quickly analyzed the situation, then turned to Bravo's team and said:

"Dark Wolf is calling Bravo Squad. Although we have basically recovered the target, Lord Bablushka is fighting a bloody battle and has even used cursed power to buy time. You must try to retrieve the last fragment so that we can recoup our costs."

The commander of Bravo's squad felt a pang of guilt, knowing that these words meant their fate was sealed. He replied indifferently, "Understood."

Dark Wolf sighed and said sincerely:

"May you eventually return to the embrace of the Mother of the Dark Night."

Bravo I looked at his subordinates, who had a total of 12 Zeta-rank warriors. With their numerical advantage, they were fully capable of fighting against the enemy.

All the soldiers looked at him calmly, waiting for him to give the order.

"We will fight to the death on the battlefield," said Bravo I. "The Mother Goddess guides us. Let these foolish materialistic magicians witness the weapons of our great nation. The gods are on our side— Hasala!"

The entire Bravo squad pounded their chests and solemnly declared, "Hasala!"

The crescent moon tilted its head slightly, barely able to suppress a smile.

These idealistic scum are so easy to fool; they'll go through fire and water for a meaningless goal after just a few words.

I'll be attending training these next couple of days, so updates will be a little less than usual.