Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

Chapter 226 - 226 Moonanchor

226 Moonanchor

The Void Sovereigns had put down Their differences and joined forces and sent Their legions to surround Black Crow Gaze, which indicated a major matter that could affect the entire Moon Realm. It was well known that the person who liked to cause chaos would always add “variables” to major events with drastic consequences.

This was a unique trait of the Moon Realm.

The path to Black Crow Gaze, which was traveled by the four legions, was blocked by Deadpan. Under the influence of Absurdity Jester’s power, the extension slowed down, almost coming to a standstill.

Upon hearing the request of the attendant, the Thousand-faced Dancer’s expression changed multiple times, but eventually said, “I’m afraid not. If we don’t bring the Moonanchor into Black Crow Gaze, there’s no way to prevent the Moon Realm Calamity from escaping.”

Even with the combined strength of the four legions and the seven Demon Generals, defeating the Moon Realm Calamity, which had yet to rebuild the Doomsday Watchers, wouldn’t be difficult. However, changing their goal to killing him was practically an impossible mission.

If the other party decided to abandon Black Crow Gaze and escape, no one present had the confidence to stop them.

It was said that during the battle at Black Crow Gaze, the Moon Realm Calamity had managed to escape despite the personal seal set up by the four Void Sovereigns. The Moon Realm was currently in turmoil and the Sovereigns were restless. No one was willing to leave Their Moon Realm domains and participate in the battle personally.

The King of Deathblood, the Whispering Empress, the Lady of Starvation, and the Sin of Crimson Desire were desperate to capture Currere. They even went so far as to deploy the Moonanchors that They hadn’t finished forging yet. They were determined to make the Moon Realm Calamity pay for ruining Their plans and end his life.

Upon hearing the Thousand-faced Dancer’s response, Deadpan’s expression remained blank. This didn’t mean that Deadpan couldn’t perceive the outside world, but rather that Deadpan saw the Thousand-faced Dancer’s words, which sounded like an attempt to negotiate, as no different from Carnage’s suppressed anger and killing intent as he held a serrated ax next to Deadpan.

These two beings, and the other five powerful beings, all had the same goal, regardless of their attitudes.

They all wanted to kill Deadpan and pass through where it was blocking.

Knowing this, Deadpan flipped over and found a more comfortable position to lie in.

In any case, Deadpan couldn’t defeat them with their numbers. It was better to die in a more comfortable way.

The world was inherently chaotic. Trying to predict outcomes based on limited information often resulted in a huge deviation from reality due to the influence of chaos.

Mania and Deadpan were both choices that people made when faced with the chaotic system. Mania was the futile attempt to regain control of the future when feeling uncertain, while Deadpan was the choice to do nothing and quietly wait for fate to unfold.

Deadpan was not stupid. In fact, one could even say that it was very intelligent and able to see things clearly at a glance. However, it also understood that these things could not be changed, so it chose to do nothing.

Deadpan was often the result of being too aware.

The attendant watched as Lord Deadpan took his new actions and immediately began to frantically speculate on the possible meanings behind them.

He replied to them, guessing what Deadpan was getting at, “Lord Deadpan won’t give in on this alone. The Moonanchors can’t be used until it’s destined. This is a contract signed by the sovereigns at Gray Castle. Whoever uses it to enter Currere first is equivalent to taking the initiative in the future war against Currere. On this point, there is no…”

Then, it was interrupted by its untimely death.

It wasn’t the Thousand-faced Dancer, who was negotiating, or Carnage, who was forcibly suppressing his anger, who attacked him.

It was the Demon General under the Lady of Starvation, Erosion.

No one noticed his actions until it was too late, when the attendant’s flesh and blood melted and peeled off his bones like wax before turning into a residue that couldn’t be reduced any further. All the Lunar Monsters present realized then that Erosion was responsible.

The other Demon Generals were shocked to see Erosion, who had always been quiet and submissive, suddenly attack. The humanoid made of rotten residue shook the bell at its waist and declared, “Come out of hiding. I can already smell the rot on you.”

The sound of the old bell created ripples in space, outlining a translucent humanoid.

All eyes turned to the outline.

“Ah… have I been exposed?” a slightly hoarse voice called out from the humanoid.

Then, a human wearing twisted dragon bone armor and carrying a frost-covered magical medium appeared.

This was the edge of Black Crow Gaze, where the powers of high-level Moon Realm beings caused the surroundings to constantly change in strange, nightmare-like ways.

Sometimes it was a land of rotten flesh and blood filled with fungi, sometimes it became a cruel battlefield covered in blood, sometimes the air was filled with a sweet, ambiguous-colored smell, and sometimes mist-like spider silk drifted through the air.

Only the ground beneath William’s feet was solid and real, almost as if it were still in Currere.

Using his will, William transformed the power of the Moon Realm into something he was familiar with.

“It’s a shame. I was waiting for you to explain what the Moonanchor is before revealing myself,” William said regretfully. He looked at Demon General Erosion, whom he had briefly fought on April Fool’s Day, and asked, “How did you find me? This Invisible illusion used to fool even the strongest Voyuers under the Forbidden Sage.”

Erosion didn’t answer, but instead looked at the wound on William’s shoulder caused by the Lady of Starvation’s Plague Scythe.

“I see. It was an oversight on my part.” William nodded thoughtfully.

As a Demon General under the Lady of Starvation, it was reasonable for the other party to sense him through the wound.

William looked at the eight Demon Generals and said slowly, “Then, before we begin…”

A few of them could be considered old friends—Carnage, Thousand-faced Dancer, Erosion, Mrs. Swelling, and Deadpan—the former Mania, who didn’t seem to be in cahoots with them. William had done several dungeon runs of a few of them in the early and mid stages of the game. He could still remember their combos even now.

There were also a few new faces he had never seen—they were probably replacements for the Demon Generals he had killed with Judgment equipment.

“Can you satisfy my curiosity and tell me what the so-called Moonanchor is? What makes you think you can kill me with that thing?”

William didn’t expect the other party to answer. Since it was a secret weapon, it had to be kept a secret.

Erosion spoke up.

“It’s a key,” it replied.

“Key? What’s the lock then?” William asked with a frown.

“There are a total of 24 such keys.”

Erosion answered with an answer that didn’t seem to answer the question, its face expressionless but William sensed a hint of sarcasm.

The number 24 clicked for William.

There were 24 Astral Lighthouses on the Vic Continent.

“I see… so true plane fusion requires these keys. Got it.” William nodded slightly and said, “Alright, I’ll confirm the rest myself.”

Erosion, who originally wanted to continue explaining, asked in confusion, “Confirm yourself?”

What did he mean by confirming by himself?

“It means that after I banish all of you, I’ll bring the few Moonanchors you brought back to Currere for analysis,” William explained, pulling out his ordinary-looking straight sword, Judgment 2, from a spatial rift. He then turned to Carnage and said, “As for you, you’re a little unlucky. You’ll probably disappear completely.”