Chapter 1286 - 580: Advancing to Phase Two!

Chapter 1286: Chapter 580: Advancing to Phase Two!

As the sun set and the last glimmer of dusk was swallowed by the horizon, the entire world was instantly engulfed in a hazy gray-blue.

Especially in the Mist Mountain Range, shrouded in thick fog, the change in the sky was even more apparent, almost instantaneously transforming into night.

The Legion Commander leaned on the Giant Sword, standing on the ruins of the fortress that had long turned to ruin, the Soul Fire beneath the Face Mask locking dead onto Herbert.

In that flickering light there was a mix of anticipation, the delight of revenge, and a tinge of relief at the impending release.

He did not believe Herbert’s "bluff."

"Apostle of Calamity, don’t think of trying to deceive me, your reliance... has vanished."

His voice echoed in the Silence, carrying the certainty of metal grinding, and a thirst for revenge.

"Without the Sun’s favor, how much strength do you have left?"

He had waited for this moment too long.

The entanglement with Herbert certainly had an element of cautious probing, but it was more about going with the flow, delaying this moment of decision until dusk, which was absolutely favorable to him.

In these thousands of years, the Legion Commander had rehearsed in his mind countless times, and had already found the best combat strategy against the Sun Worshiper.

No Sun Worshiper can maintain complete strength in the night; they become weak, easy to eliminate.

Such strategy is ugly, shameful, pathetic, completely devoid of any glory.

But so what if it’s ugly? So what if it’s shameful? So what if it’s pathetic?

He didn’t care!

Only victory is real!

Only the final victory matters the most!

Nothing else matters.

He had failed before; they had failed thousands of years ago!

"After sunset, I will kill you."

However, facing the Legion Commander’s words, which were nearly a declaration of victory, Herbert’s expression turned rather peculiar.

"You don’t believe me?"

"No, you really don’t believe me?"

Herbert’s mouth twitched, then he looked up at the night sky, already speckled with sparse stars, and then looked down at himself, blinking in confusion.

So, how should I explain now to prove that I’m telling the truth?

"Ah, this... sigh!"

Finally, he sighed softly, as if feeling troubled by the other’s stubbornness or lamenting that for once nobody believed him when he was telling the truth.

What’s going on here?

When I lied, you all believed without question.

Now, I’m telling the truth, and you utterly refuse to believe it.

This is absurd!

"I mean..."

He cast a gaze mixed with helplessness and Mercy at the Legion Commander on standby, saying with great resignation, "How many times do you want me to say it before you believe that I am ’not a servant of His’?"

"Let’s take a step back, even if you don’t believe my words, you can’t deny the facts before your eyes, can you?"

Herbert spread his arms, exposing his unguarded state to the other.

"Take a closer look, do I look like I’m weakened at all?"

See for yourself!

"Huh!?"

The Legion Commander’s Soul Fire trembled abruptly, and a strong sense of unease seized him instantly.

He didn’t want to believe the other’s "false lies," but the harsh reality was right in front of him.

He stared at Herbert, trying to find signs of waning strength, but... found nothing.

In fact, he even vaguely sensed that the other’s aura, if anything, had not weakened; it even seemed to grow deeper and more unfathomable in the descending night!

That’s not right!!?

"Moreover..."

Upon seeing the Legion Commander’s emotional shift, Herbert raised his hand, pointing at the gradually clearing Silver Moon shining down from the sky, and with a playful curve at the corner of his mouth, murmured:

"Even if the Sun is gone, does the sky not have the Moon?"

Before the words fell, abrupt change occurred.

The radiant Sun Holy Mark on Herbert’s body receded rapidly like a tide, the power of the Sun waned.

Yet he didn’t even frown, casually tearing off the tattered shirt, revealing his robust physique.

Moonlight cascaded upon him, as if draping him in a layer of silver gauze.

Subsequently, a cold and pure silver light lit up on his brow, quickly outlining a complex and arcane Silver Moon Holy Mark.

Moreover, strands of pure white marks, flowing with Silence and faint light like a galaxy thread in the night sky, quietly emerged on his skin, replacing the original Sun Holy Mark.

In the Legion Commander’s eyes, Herbert’s aura transformed dramatically within moments.

From the blazing intensity of the day, to the deep mystery of the night.

Those pale gray deep-water pupils faintly shimmered with silver under the lunar glow, seemingly perceiving all the traces of the world.

"I didn’t originally want to use this form to battle you; things didn’t need to be this complicated."

Herbert stretched his neck, the joints making a crisp sound, speaking in a slightly lazy tone, lightly sighing, "But you insisted on pressing me, dragging it until the evening... then I’ll reluctantly indulge you."

He felt the shift in power within, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

The pure bodily strength might have declined insignificantly due to the disappearance of sunlight, decreasing by as much as... five percent!

But under the blessing of the "Silver Moon Eyes," his perception, foresight, and control over the rhythm of combat increased by more than one stage!

Moreover, this tranquil night was inherently the time most in harmony with Nenasha’s powers.