Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 273 Tranquil Moonlight

"What do we do now?"

The young seventeen-year-old girl sat at the edge of the long table of the Blood Feast, having contemplated the things that might happen to her when she broke into the manor, but the bizarre scene before her still left her at a loss.

"Don't worry, downstairs they are already using the Unclassified Level Relic, the Sword of Diesel. He temporarily can't leave this place, we'll entangle Him, the church's Divine Descent Ritual is about to..."

Mr. Hog Lendel, too, was vomiting blood; in fact, all the uncontrollable people seated at the table were doing so. The blood stained the white tablecloth red, yet it made the flesh in the gold plates and silver bowls on the table seem even more enticing.

Miss Lanina Green, a Ten-Ring Sorcerer from the Sun Church, was on Iluna's left, and Mr. Modro, an elderly Eleven-Ring Sorcerer from the Peace Church, on her right.

Dozens of people couldn't fill the seats by the long table, so more footsteps could be heard, and more rigid figures climbed the stairs to the third floor, pulling out chairs to sit at the table. These were guests who had come to join the feast, who, even if they remained unconscious, would likely never return to the normal human world after such a close encounter with a Deity.

Only the seat at the other end of the long table, directly opposite the blurry figure in the red formal attire, remained empty, but the bell signaling the start of the feast grew louder and louder.

Outside the large hole in the wall, made by the Church Ring Sorcerers to break in, lay the wide street facing the mansion. Amidst the blood fog, a golden Eleven-Rank staircase rose from the ground, and a woman, whose face was unclear, with the Ring of Fate of an Eleven-Ring Sorcerer floating behind her, stepped onto the staircase.

"It's the Grand Witch from the Witch Council!"

Iluna heard someone say in a strained whisper.

For the first time, the vague figure at the end of the long table stopped its feasting at the arrival of a mortal, but it was only for a moment. No one knew what had happened, only to see the golden staircase outside the broken wall crumble, and the woman who was ascending it freeze in midair. But instead of being forced into the banquet hall to pull out a chair, she vanished into the blood fog like a bubble.

This was the only sorcerer thus far who had managed to escape intact, of course, because she had never entered the crimson banquet hall from the start.

Time seemed to have lost its effect here, a blood-colored halo appeared on all visible objects, and the urgent sound of the bell hastened the start of the Blood Feast. The thick blood fog carried the scent of blood to everyone's nostrils, and the crimson chunks of meat on the long table in front of them now looked so tempting.

The blurry figure gradually became whole, the Saint about to fully manifest here. Although his body occupied only a human-sized space, it seemed as if he was everywhere.@@@@

No one knew when he had appeared, but now, the figure standing within the silver pillar of light wore a black robe, an Outlander.

The light dispelled the blood fog, and under the hood, Shard, whose body's edges seemed to be coated with a gold glimmer, looked up and locked gazes with the Saint at the end of the long table who had stopped eating.

To mortal eyes, it was just a man in a red formal outfit with an indistinct face. But to Shard, who felt the Divinity Power gradually spreading throughout his body, it was a huge pulsating flesh that had devoured the mansion, and that mass of flesh was the true form of the Saint.

He had not yet fully stepped into this place, but compared to Lakeside Manor, He had indeed arrived.

[Outlander, Divinity has been ignited. I will control the power for you, be careful in everything.]

"Understood."

In the darkness and blood fog, he closed his eyes, and his body floated up off the ground, the golden liquid within his soul silently dissipating.

His soul and perception ascended infinitely at this moment, reaching a high dimension beyond mortal description, yet he could still feel that his body was merely hovering above the ground.

The blood fog on the road from the street end to the mansion dissipated, and his entire body seemed as if it would melt into that silver beam of heavenly light. Fine gold luster wound its way along the lines of his muscles, spreading throughout his body from the inside out, the sensation of boundless power making "man" gradually elevate.

Silvermoon hung above His head, the quiet hymn formed by a convergence of thousands of voices arising from nowhere, praising His power, praising all that there is.

The hymn grew in volume, and the silver moon disk above grew softer in its light. In that instant, Shard, as if he understood everything in the world, yet also felt as though he could not understand anything at all.

Under the massive silver wheel of the moon above, He slowly touched down, the once-worn black hooded robe now a pure white long robe.

With eyes closed, it was the Outlander, Shard Suren Hamilton.

Now, with eyes opened, it was a God present in the world.