Abyss Demon, Arcane Black Hole Meteor Fall!

Who are you?

Sarlange, holding the bone-white wand, coldly scrutinized Ronan from head to toe. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting downward-facing yellow halos along the edges of his robes.

Ronan didn't answer, but at that moment the gray moth flew towards Sarlange on its own.

Sarlange seemed completely oblivious to the gray moth's presence, his eyes fixed on Ronan until the moth came right up to him.

Fluorescent phosphorescent powder was sprinkled onto the thin wings of the moth and gently landed on Sarlange.

In an instant, Sarlange's expression changed drastically, and he belatedly noticed the presence of the gray moth.

"Truth Identifying Moth?!"

He staggered backward as if electrocuted, frantically patting his body like someone on fire.

Ronan witnessed firsthand how the skin on Sarlange's face and hands, where it was stained with moth powder, melted rapidly like wax, revealing a body covered in inverted triangular, purplish-black scales.

In just a few breaths, Sarlange completely transformed.

His face was contorted, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, leaving almost only the whites of his eyes, and his body was covered in large patches of "festering sores," resembling a terrifying monster whose skin and mask had been burned off. Even his once upright back had become bent like that of a wild beast, and he exuded waves of eerie and chilling aura.

"You're not Sarlange?!"

Ronan frowned slightly as he witnessed the strange changes happening to Sarlange, but soon, as if he had thought of something, he shook his head and rejected his own conclusion.

"No.

You are Sarlange.

"So she already knew!"

Sarlange stared intently at Ronan, as if he saw the shadow of another person in Ronan.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and even his voice changed completely. Every word seemed to come from his chest, and every syllable had undergone a strange and awkward tone change.

"Go to hell!"

With a low growl, Sarlange's Scaled Claw, now bearing seven fingers, broke free from beneath the skin of his original palm, gripped the bone-white staff, and slammed it downwards.

In an instant, a solid, dark yellow spell ring rapidly spread out from the bottom of the staff, like a heavy blade cleaving through the void, and swiftly attacked Ronan.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Ronan raised his hand, Itai, sprang out from under his Platinum Magic Robe. A nebula-like Spiritual Force Field emanated from his body, instantly forming a magical shield like a golden eggshell, firmly blocking in front of him.

"Bang!"

The golden eggshell collided with the dark yellow Arcane Circle. The former immediately dented deeply, and the latter shattered instantly. The energy shockwaves from the collision stirred up a fierce wind across the twilight wilderness, causing the long hair and robes of the two to flutter wildly.

"So it was you?!"

The moment Sarlange saw the gold Itai, he immediately recognized Ronan's identity beneath the Dawn Mask.

He raised his hand and crushed the turbid sphere at the top of the bone-white staff. The gray mist sealed within it poured down like mercury, instantly surrounding the vast battle group.

Amidst the churning, thick gray fog, Sarlange's eerie murmurs echoed. The last rays of daylight rapidly faded overhead, and a chilling aura seeped through the spine. Dozens of ancient altars, large and small, appeared and disappeared in the gray fog.

The sounds of chains, instruments of torture, and rusty shackles being dragged out rang out as a dozen indistinct ghostly figures emerged from the gray mist, charging towards Ronan, who was positioned at the very center, in an instant.

A dozen or so cold, raging torrents swept through the void, and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Despite this terrifying offensive, Ronan's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He simply made one movement—his left hand, adorned with the "Molten Embrace," gently pressed down.

"Boom!"

One after another, blazing and dazzling golden flame pillars immediately erupted from beneath his feet.

"Whoosh—"

Terrifying ghostly figures summoned from the ancient altar darted and weaved past, causing the surging, scorching golden lava pillars to suddenly Stasis and cool before shattering and dispersing like fireworks.

Ronan was nowhere to be seen behind the golden pillar of fire, as if he had [Annihilation] along with it.

At that moment, the last ray of light in the world also disappeared, and a huge and cold silence descended on the wilderness along with the indigo night. The last embers of the broken clouds on the distant horizon remained, and the silhouettes of the undulating mountains suddenly became sharp, like black blades raised by the earth.

Everything seemed to have come to an end.

Sarlange slowly emerged from the gray fog, his face grim and unreadable.

A dozen or so blurry ghostly figures surrounded him like shadows, emitting eerie and chilling wailing of the dead.

Sarlange walked to the spot where Ronan had stood, bent down, and picked up a piece of magma that had not yet cooled completely with his monstrous, deformed, and sharp hand. He ground it between his fingers bit by bit, a hint of doubt and wariness in his eyes.

Just then, a ray of golden light suddenly fell from the top of Sarlange's head, landing precisely on his forehead.

Sarlange suddenly looked up.

The next second, dazzling light and shadow shifted rapidly on his face, as if the world had fallen into Black Night and was immediately followed by the arrival of Dawn.

A dazzling golden light spread across the land, Sarlange's pupils contracted, his entire body momentarily dazed and stunned.

The Sky Dome, which should have been shrouded in night, was now replaced by a vast and dazzling Golden Cloud Sea!

Streaks of golden light descended from the Golden Cloud Sea, and countless golden leaves floated in the air, fluttering down as if they had just swayed and fallen from an ancient golden tree.

The heavens and earth were filled with the chanting sounds formed by countless voices converging, ethereal and magnificent.

Everything was so beautiful, it was like a dreamlike scene.

Ronan, who had previously disappeared, now stood at the very center of this magnificent and grand scene, beneath a vast and thick Golden Cloud Sea.

Countless golden rays converged on him, and a gigantic, indescribable shadow slowly emerged behind him, while the omnipresent chants seemed to be singing his praises.

At this moment, Ronan, with his back to the clouds, looked down at Sarlange from above, his eyes indifferent as if he were a golden god who ruled over everything!

Ronan gently pressed down with one hand, facing Sarlange's position.

The Golden Cloud Sea behind him immediately and silently broke apart, revealing countless red jade light patterns and an enormous Golden Chainsaw Tentacles.

All the golden fragments floating in the void began to burn, time almost Stasis, and as the Golden Tentacles continued to extend, in that instant, an incredibly viscous sea of gold seemed to be brewing between heaven and earth, slowly crushing and surging down.

"More than three years have passed, and you don't seem to have made any progress."

Ronan's cold and indifferent voice was like heavenly music, descending from the clouds amidst countless golden resonances, carrying an unparalleled sense of majesty.

Sarlange snapped out of his daze, raised his hands, and the dozen or so ghostly figures surrounding him immediately flew upwards, while all the gray mist in the wilderness surged up like a tidal wave.

The massive Spirit Maya Golden Touch fell, colliding with the tide of gray mist without any frills. At the moment of impact, the world fell into a brief silence, and a huge transparent ripple spread out from the point of impact.

Immediately afterwards, the gray tide collapsed, and the dozen or so ghostly figures standing at the head of the tide shattered and disintegrated silently, vanishing like smoke.

Crushing Sarlange's spell, the Golden Touch continued its downward pressure with undiminished force.

The terrifying power was immediately applied to Sarlange, and the ground where he stood began to collapse layer by layer. Sarlange's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared intently at the Golden Tentacles that were constantly crushing down. Instead of dodging, he suddenly raised his arms and knelt down in a strange posture, letting out a roar that sounded like a scream.

"Boom!"

The giant golden tentacles crashed to the ground, completely obscuring Sarlange's figure.

Under Ronan's control, the terrifying Golden Tentacles rolled back and forth on the ground several times.

The surface of the Dawn Mask shimmered with a beautiful light, yet Ronan's brow furrowed slightly.

With a gentle lift of the golden giant tentacles, the spot where Sarlange had been standing now revealed a crater tens of feet deep.

At the lowest point of the pit, Sarlange knelt on both knees in a devout posture, chanting incantations in a certain direction.

As the golden giant tentacles moved away, Sarlange seemed to have just finished his "prayer" ritual.

He raised his head from the bottom of the pit, his face, torn and bruised, now filled with an indescribable evil and strangeness.

"Tear—"

Sarlange suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his scalp, and ripped off a layer of flesh from his body, along with the robes belonging to the Twilight Council.

When Sarlange revealed his true form, he was much taller than he appeared, reaching a height of nearly three meters. His entire body was covered with inverted triangular purplish-black scales, each of which gleamed with a sickly sheen, like metal soaked in pus and blood.

His head was like a wax figure that had been smashed and then reassembled, with no lips, and his stark white teeth were exposed, with a long, blackish-red tongue hanging between them.

His joints were covered with stark white bone spurs, and his lower body was twisted into an arthropod-like contorted lower limb, with two hooves at the very bottom.

Sarlange's deformed body, almost every part of it, gives people an indescribable sense of intense distortion and desecration.

Ronan stared at Sarlange's current appearance, his expression slightly serious, and he uttered a soft sound.

"The Abyss... Demon".

Only the [Abyss Demon], who triggered the war that caused the collapse of the world in ancient times, could evoke such a strong sense of unease simply by his appearance.

During the more than a thousand years that Ronan Reincarnation into Dream during the time of Keldim, he saw far too many beings similar to Sarlange.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to understand why the Prophet Eve had sent the gray moth to guide him here.

Sarlange remained noncommittal about Ronan's words. He simply stared at Ronan, a sticky gurgling sound rolling in his throat, before the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, as if he were smiling.

"Since she's already found out, why would she let you come?"

Sarlange spoke slowly, his voice a sharp, shrill sound, a mixture of a baby's cry and the scraping of glass.

"Did I send you here to die?!"

The moment the last syllable fell, Sarlange's figure vanished.

The giant golden tentacles roared, tearing through the void and creating shocking transparent ripples, only to be pierced through by something in the next second.

Ronan only had time to forcefully expand the Star Force Field outwards before "Bang!"

He only caught a blurry purplish-black afterimage before the force field in front of him suddenly caved in.

An indescribable, terrifying [Great Strength] surged forth head-on, accompanied by a torrent of malevolent thoughts.

"Whoosh—"

Dozens of Light of the Stars fell from the sky, densely intertwining in front of Ronan, but were ruthlessly smashed one by one by a tall, twisted figure as if they were nothing.

Sarlange's ugly, deformed face rapidly magnified before Ronan's eyes, and a seven-fingered demonic claw, entwined with countless eerie black wisps of energy, suddenly unfurled and viciously clawed down at Ronan's face.

"Boom!"

The energy aftershocks of the explosion surged outwards like waves, and Ronan's figure retreated rapidly beneath the Golden Cloud Sea.

Sarlange was ever-present, every part of his body seemingly capable of transforming into a ruthless and incomparable killing weapon. His speed was incredibly fast, and with every move he made, evil thoughts surged forth like a tide, his purple-black aura billowing and spitting out, tearing the void apart like rags wherever he went.

Ronan continued to retreat, and the Golden Touch disintegrated back into its golden Itai state, forming countless miniature Golden Flame Blade, which engaged in a fierce battle with Sarlange at close range.

"Jingle bells—"

The Forbidden Law Domain- level Golden Flame Blade struck Sarlange, but could only leave some shallow red marks on his triangular body covered with black scales. The black aura on his body swirled and immediately disappeared without a trace.

Ronan's eyes flashed, sensing that his spellcasting space was being further compressed by Sarlange.

Sarlange's malevolent black rings radiated onto him several times with each attack, each time causing a severe slowing effect on his body and senses. It was as if countless voices, men, women, and children, were constantly cursing him with the most vicious and filthy words.

Although this negative effect can be quickly extinguished by Ronan's mental strength and the life force within him, each instance will have a certain impact on Ronan's spellcasting rhythm.

Sarlange used this opportunity to close the distance between them, Ronan could almost see the dark red gums that were completely exposed on the other man's face.

"Hiss--"

At one point, Ronan took a deep breath.

The Star Force Field, operating at its maximum, suddenly expanded outwards. Under the enhancement of the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, the mental strength, comparable to the late stage of level five, caused Sarlange's fierce momentum to falter.

At that moment, Ronan's eyes shone with starlight, like a miniature nebula swirling around.

Beneath the Platinum Magic Robe, the Law Control Armlet emitted a clear, resonant trembling sound.

Ronan remained calm and pointed forward with a gentle gesture.

In an instant, the void resounded like a drumbeat, "Boom—"

A terrifying, forbidden aura surged wildly from his fingertips, and the Golden Cloud Sea above his head rapidly collapsed into one place, finally transforming into an incomparably brilliant and dazzling golden sun, releasing its radiant light and illuminating the vast wilderness in a golden hue, as if it were daytime.

But before the golden sun could last long, all the light vanished, and the world was plunged into darkness.

Double [Law Control] blessing!

[Forbidden Black Hole - Eclipse Moment]!

Compared to when he used this spell in the Minotaur's Maze, Ronan's power is now dozens of times greater.

Countless Energy Torrent surged toward the Black Sun overhead, their terrifying power causing the entire wilderness to tremble and crackle.

However, this is not the end.

At this moment, the nebula in Ronan's eyes reached its peak, radiating unparalleled brilliance.

His raised fingertips slid down silently, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Above his head, the Black Eclipse Sun, which had accumulated to its maximum, fell rapidly towards Sarlange's head in sync with the movement of his fingers, like a huge and terrifying black meteor.

"[Black Hole. Meteorite Fall]!"

Replace the meteor with the True Meaning- Eclipse Moment Black Hole spell, and use the [Sense Stars] method to guide it.

"Clang—"

The blade of gold and fire unfolded in Ronan's hand, the instantaneous flames illuminating Ronan's wildly dancing white hair. Then, it traversed countless spatial distances, tore through the void, and slashed straight towards Sarlange's neck.

At this moment, the roles of offense and defense reversed. Ronan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his killing intent was as fierce and surging as Golden Fire burning in the darkness.