Praise the Moon

Beneath the blood-red moonlight, the being that had once been a Demigod of the Life School of Thought had completely mutated.

Luther frowned, seeming to hear strange voices from him.

They were destruction, they were creation, they were the sprouting and flourishing of all things, they were the end of everything. They represented beauty, they embodied motherhood, they personified degeneration, they signified evil!

Those overlapping voices grew louder and louder beneath the moonlight, weaving through Luther's mind and instantly washing away all his thoughts. They howled, screamed, praised, and cursed.

They were all calling out the same name—

"Mother of Depravity..."

"Bang!"

Luther's head immediately exploded, blooming like a small firework.

But just as the firework spread its petals, an invisible force took effect, gathering it back together and restoring it into a normal head. He clutched his head as blood flowed from his eyes, ears, and other orifices.

Damn it... this thing was dangerous!

As he summoned the Phantom Tide in his mind to ward off the corruption, he cursed inwardly. And the divine name those voices were calling was different from the intelligence he possessed! Wasn't it the "Primordial Moon"?

Luther instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

The corruption and damage he felt from this evil god were incredibly intense, far more severe than other evil gods such as the "True Creator" and the "Mother Tree of Desire"!

The moonlight grew ever deeper and redder, blanketing the entire world as though dragging everything into viscous blood plasma. Emlyn was terrified. Despite his immense shock, he did not dare raise his head to see what had happened to the Moon.

And on the street at that moment, Luther was confronting the twisted, out-of-control Demigod.

Under the light of the Crimson Moon, his strength seemed to have been significantly enhanced.