Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 906: 452: Mother Moth

Capítulo 906: Chapter 452: Mother Moth

“Ahhh—”

A figure covered in black moths let out a horrific wail as it burst out from underwater. Barely a few meters above the surface, its body shattered like a wax figure. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

A soul-like shadow of a middle-aged man with an aura of scholarly refinement shot out from the corpse. His expression was full of terror, but he had no time to escape before the moths that had consumed the blood and flesh pounced on him again.

With the rapid, creepy sounds of chewing, the man uttered a brief scream, and his entire being was utterly obliterated…

Similar scenes continuously played out in various corners of the Spirit Lake Secret Realm.

The space inside Spirit Lake was forcibly torn open, and bizarre demons and Black Robe figures exuding strong evil auras moved in and out of every passage entrance.

Fights and battles were happening almost everywhere, but in comparison to the pervasive and well-organized demons and Black Robes, the wizards from the three major factions of Spirit Lake appeared much less capable.

They were losing ground in battle, with comrades continuously dying miserably, creating a relentless and bloody infiltration and massacre.

Amidst the chaos, a tall and slender woman emerged leisurely from the torn space rift.

She reached out her hand to gently catch a moth that lightly landed on her finger.

The hideous moth, covered in black fuzz, eyeless, with a head full of wriggling antennae, seemed like the most perfect and captivating creature in the world in the woman’s eyes.

The woman carefully examined the moth in her hand and then gently placed it on her lips, appearing as though she was blooming a bizarre and terrifying black flower from her mouth.

The woman lightly rolled her long, forked tongue, and the moth was swallowed whole.

The woman showed a slightly entranced expression as she savored the taste in her mouth, as if she were enjoying a rare delicacy.

She strolled downward, ignoring the surrounding carnage. The turbulent waters of Spirit Lake parted at her gaze, as countless black moths gathered to form eerie steps descending beneath her feet.

Suddenly, massive waves rose abruptly on both sides and behind her, reaching several hundred meters high.

The surging waves parted quickly, transforming into countless enormous, semi-transparent blue hands, thundering as they rushed toward the woman at the center.

The woman’s eyes, a gradient of azure to ash, flickered. She remained unfazed by the fierce assault, instead revealing a peculiar smile.

“Rustle-rustle-rustle—”

The black moths forming her steps all took flight, swirling around her to form a massive sphere.

Countless transparent hands struck fiercely against the moth-formed black sphere, compressing it inward deeply, but it soon rebounded with force…

“Boom—”

Tens of thousands of black moths exploded outward, shattering the water magic hands in the void completely, revealing the woman’s form once more.

At this moment, a giant silently appeared behind the woman, surrounded by seven silver moons arranged in a circle on its face. Its arms closed swiftly, crushing countless flying black moths, as layers of thin silver moonlight lashed out from its hands, slashing at the woman as if to cut her into countless pieces…

….

“Damn it!”

Inside a bright and spacious room, before a chaotic magic sand table, a boy grim-facedly tightened his grip on a dim communication crystal, squeezing so hard that his knuckles turned slightly pale.

“Why can’t I make contact? Why?”

“Outside, what’s it like outside now?…”

Seated on a large metal throne, the boy murmured to himself in confusion, his face slightly pale with fear and nervousness.

His signature blue-gold gradient short hair seemed to have become dull and despondent.

“No, I can’t just sit here and wait to die, I must get out, escape!”

He sat dazed for a while, finally reacting, quickly getting up and pacing through the space.

A moment later, the boy returned to his original position, now wearing a deep blue magic armor that enveloped him completely.

He radiated strong rune fluctuations, his expression serious, contemplating whether to take the magic sand table that had given him so much pleasure along with him.

Just then, space waves emerged from the door of the Secret Realm, and a figure appeared.

“Who?!”

The boy looked toward the newcomer with alertness, his spiritual power already resonating with energy.

“Misha… Misha…”

The newcomer was a handsome young man, who ran toward him quickly with a panicked expression.

“Damn, Zorn, I thought you were dead!”

Recognizing the newcomer, the boy’s tension eased immediately. He rushed forward and grabbed the newcomer’s arm, “Outside, what’s it like outside?

Also, do you know about my….”

“Dead, all dead…”

Zorn muttered in horror and disarray, “Almost everyone is dead, the Ancient Witch Revival Association’s wizards, and those terrifying bugs, they’re about to break in…”

“What?!”

Struck as if by a heavy blow, the boy staggered back a step.

“Spirit Lake… is finished.”

“So what should we do? Zorn…”

The boy stood there blankly as if he had lost all his direction, childhood memories of pain finding a valve to pour through and surge up at this moment.

The boy clutched his head in agony, fingers digging deeply into his hair.

“What do we do? Zorn! Tell me, what should we do?!”

The boy cried out helplessly, though the young man’s tone suddenly and inexplicably calmed down in front of him.