Chapter 767: Power of Shahanni

"Heh, the ignorant struggles of mortals are truly laughable."

Lolth let out a hoarse, cold laugh. In the depths of her pupils, two scarlet rays of light burst forth, while her eight hideous limbs wove something without pause.

Soon, a massive spiderweb appeared in midair, filling every inch of space. Even the moonlight arrows illuminating the sky were easily intercepted by it.

"Pitiful mortals, you always see yourselves as heroes in the bards’ tales, yet you do not know that the power to decide fate rests in the hands of those great beings—and you... are nothing but insignificant dust!"

"Your souls will fall into the bottomless Abyss, torn to pieces by the lowest, most greedy wretches! This is the fate of those who defy the Mother Goddess!"

The blood-red spiderweb rapidly spread and expanded, gradually covering the sky above the top of the Sacred Tree. At the nodes of the web, space twisted and warped, and one after another abyssal vortex emerged.

In an instant, countless spiders surged out like a tide, crawling along the threads toward Rhea.

At the same time, a dense black fog once again covered the sky, roiling endlessly as it swept toward Catherine, like a roaring dark beast that sought to devour and consume everything before it.

"False lies!"

Catherine’s voice was clear and resounding: "If you truly were as all-powerful as you claim, would you still be angered by a nobody like me?"

"No matter if you are an abyssal fiend, the Spider Demon Queen, or the so-called Eight-Armed Mother Goddess, I will stand in your way without hesitation—"

"Because this is my eternal duty as Queen of Serenia!"

As she spoke, silver moonlight gathered in her left hand, forming a flawless white staff that shimmered faintly. At its top was a silver disc like a full moon.

Moonlight Staff.

The second divine artifact of the Silver Moon Goddess in Serenian legend, said to have been used by Shahanni to create the Sacred Tree, from which the silver moon elves were born.

Catherine raised the staff high, and the silver disc released ten thousand beams of moonlight.

A vast translucent light sphere enveloped the allied forces, resisting the invasion of the black fog.

In this darkness, Catherine’s presence was like a silver torch igniting in the night, once again illuminating the world around her and shielding tens of thousands of allied soldiers.

"For Serenia!"

"For Her Majesty Catherine!"

Rhea raised her silver sword, a beam of moonlight shooting skyward. Hundreds upon hundreds of phantom swords tore through the night, descending from above to pierce the monsters ahead.

"Protect the Elven Queen!"

"They must not break through!"

The allied soldiers stood united around Catherine, these pursuers of justice fighting fearlessly against the hideous monsters.

"For justice!"

Zain, Lord of the Highland, roared, swinging his Rock Hammer mightily into the ground. Sharp stone pillars erupted from the earth, skewering the monsters outside the barrier.

"Your Majesty Zain!"

"As expected of our king! Glory to His Majesty!" the dwarves laughed and cheered heartily.

Soon, small hills of corpses piled up outside the barrier—most were monsters, but mixed among them were humans, dwarves, and elves who had fought to the death.

"A swarm of ants huddling for warmth—you think... this will work?"

Lolth grinned hideously, extending one monstrous limb to pierce the space before her.

In the distance, the world shook violently as a spider’s leg blade, hundreds of meters long, tore through the void, slowly emerging.

That leg blade was drenched in crimson blood, bristling with countless coarse hairs, and wrapped in a suffocating aura of evil as it stabbed toward the barrier.

Before this long, deadly limb, Catherine’s barrier seemed like a soap bubble, as if it could be popped with ease.

"Ssst—"

At the moment the leg blade pierced the barrier, all felt the earth and sky quake. The black fog surged into the breach like a ravenous beast, corrupting everything within.

"Don’t even think about it!"

The ancient golden dragon roared, beating its vast wings as it soared skyward, unleashing a torrent of blazing dragonfire.

The dragonfire formed a dazzling sea of flames that burned everything in the sky, temporarily halting the black fog.

But as the leg blade continued to cut, the rift widened, and more black fog poured in. Even the golden dragon’s flames began to falter, dark energy seeping through.

The golden dragon itself seemed to be corrupted—the gaps in its golden scales turned pitch black, and thick black miasma coiled around its throat.

"Gods..."

"What in the world is that monster?!"

Looking up at the hideous limb, elves, dwarves, and humans alike cried out in fear.

Such vast, terrifying form—could that be the true body of the evil god?

"Do not fear, everyone."

Catherine’s eyes shimmered faintly as she said calmly, "Under the boundless radiance of the Mother Goddess, this abyssal evil god will surely be reduced to ash."

As she spoke, the Elven Queen raised her staff, unleashing countless beams of holy moonlight from the silver disc, purifying the black fog within the barrier.

The moonlight even swept away the spiderweb shrouding the sky, letting the silver crescent moon reappear high above, bringing purity and order.

Beneath that silver crescent, mist dragons soared, moon steeds galloped, myriad-faced clouds churned, and elven skyward sentinels dove down.

They charged forward in a grand assault, wave after wave, toward the depth of Lolth’s leg.

Silvermoon Legion.

These sacred beings were the embodiment of Shahanni’s divine power, possessing the might to banish darkness and bring light to the world.

Mist dragons breathed, moon steeds brought moonlight, sacred lightning fell from the myriad-faced clouds, and elven sentinels swung their radiant silver swords.

Under the assault of this holy host, fine wounds appeared on Lolth’s leg, each one imbued with silver light that gnawed at the limb, making it exude black mist.

"That damned whore again!" Lolth gnashed her teeth, trying to withdraw her limb.

But Catherine would not allow it—at her command, the Silvermoon Legion charged without pause, intensifying their assault.

"Foul fiend! In the name of justice—I will make you pay!"

The golden dragon seized the chance, beating its wings to fly forth. Raising the mithril staff in its claws, it unleashed a blazing pillar of fire at Lolth’s leg.

"Boom!"

The golden flames struck the middle of the leg, instantly heating it red-hot, burning away its bristles to ash.

Rhea once again transformed into an avenging angel, soaring upward with her silver sword, which now bore glowing patterns infused with immense divine power.

She swung with all her might, bringing the radiant blade down from above.

"Shhh—"

With a howling sound that shattered the air, a moon-white blade of light a hundred meters long split the sky, tearing through space toward the spot weakened by fire.

"Clang—"

A metallic ring resounded as Lolth’s leg shuddered violently, cracks appearing along its length before it finally snapped, spilling foul, poisonous blood.

The hundred-meter limb fell from the sky, crashing down with a roar that crushed hundreds of abyssal monsters.

"Wretched mortals—you dare defile me so!!"

Lolth roared in rage, the cold beauty of Fariti’s face now twisted and feral.

The scarlet spiderwebs in the sky writhed like venomous snakes, carrying unstoppable evil power as they struck toward the golden dragon and the half-elf paladin, seeking to bind and kill them.

But Catherine swept her staff once more, a silver beam infused with Shahanni’s power cleansing the scarlet webs.

Lolth’s fury boiled over, her pupils firing a scarlet beam of destruction straight at Rhea high in the air.

"Look out!" Titus shouted.

Facing this blow of the evil god’s avatar, Rhea dared not slacken—she beat her wings to dodge, but the beam pursued relentlessly.

The golden dragon swung its staff, conjuring a shield of light to block the beam.

But the beam carried Lolth’s divine power, steeped in dark chaos—no ordinary magic could withstand it.

Titus’s magical shield was pierced instantly, not even buying a moment’s delay.

"This can’t go on—if that light hits me, I’m dead for sure." Rhea gritted her teeth, eyes filled with resolve.

She gripped her silver sword in both hands, thrusting it forward as the Silver Moon Goddess’s divine power within her flared to the fullest.

With a hum, the sword was covered in glowing patterns, its tip unleashing a thick silver beam.

In an instant, the silver beam clashed with Lolth’s destructive ray, splitting the scarlet beam in two and scattering it to the sides.

The violent energy shook Rhea’s hands as cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

"That was close..." she gasped for breath.

The split beams struck two distant hills behind her, riddling them with cracks before they crumbled into dust.

"Evil god—your opponent is me!"

Catherine floated upward, her starlit veil flowing in the air like a moving galaxy.

Holding the Moonlight Staff in her left hand and the Moon Bow in her right, she closed her eyes, softly chanting prayers as gentle light wrapped around her.

Around the Elven Queen, moonlight surged like the tide.

"O immortal Silver Moon Goddess, guardian of dreams, keeper of the souls and bodies of all elves, prophet who knows all secrets of the world—"

"Please grant me the blessing to drive away that endless evil!"

Catherine opened her eyes, the light in them ethereal and fleeting. Mortal emotion faded further, replaced by a hint of divinity.

The flowing moonlight gathered and formed a semi-transparent bridge stretching toward the distant sky.

Moon Bridge.

Only the good may tread upon it—those of evil alignment will find it as intangible as moonlight itself.

The Moon Bridge spanned the sky as Catherine walked upon it toward Lolth’s avatar, each step resolute.

At this moment, the Elven Queen seemed like the Moon Goddess incarnate—beautiful, gentle, and exuding an otherworldly grace.

Moon steeds, mist dragons, radiant elementals, and elven skyward sentinels surrounded her like loyal guards.

"Her Majesty Catherine—"

"This aura... could it be the Mother Goddess herself has descended upon her body?"

"By Shahanni, this is a sight of unmatched beauty! Like a dream."

"Long live Her Majesty Catherine! Glory to Serenia!"

The elves lifted their heads, gazing in adoration, reverence, and longing at the Queen walking the Moon Bridge.

"Shahanni—is this the mortal you’ve chosen? I’ll make you watch as I tear her apart!"

Lolth’s face twisted, her eight limbs writhing in a sinister dance.

In an instant, black fog billowed forth, and the tainted branches of the Sacred Tree lashed toward Catherine, their ends sprouting massive, fanged maws dripping with foul slime.

Yet Catherine kept her graceful composure, walking forward step by step as the gentle moonlight spread with her stride.

Wherever the moonlight reached, the black fog vanished, and even the twisted Sacred Tree was purified, its bark returning to a milky white and reflecting faint light.

Seeing the moonlit Elven Queen, surprise flickered in Lolth’s eyes: "A mere mortal—how can she withstand such power? She must be killed!"

Darkness clouded Lolth’s face as blood-red light surged around her. The overwhelming power of the Spiderweb Demon Domain flowed to her head, radiating terrible pressure.

From her abyssal eyes burst chaotic light—scarlet, deep black, yellow-brown—swirling and sparking intense magical reaction.

At last, a black-and-red beam of chaos divine power exploded forth toward Catherine.

Abyssal Demon Queen’s Gaze.

Facing this beam of utter destruction, Catherine remained calm, only her eyes growing more solemn.

"In the name of the Silver Moon Goddess, Mother of the Night Sky—Shahanni—"

Catherine raised her hand, resting the Moonlight Staff upon the bowstring of the Moon Bow.

At once, moonlight surged like a raging tide, flowing into her hands.

As she released, endless silver light poured forth like a mighty waterfall, engulfing Lolth’s gaze and nearly lighting up the entire sky.

In that moment, the Silver Moon Goddess revealed her true might.

The milky crescent moon shone brilliantly, and silver moonlight formed a colossal arrow a hundred meters long, shooting toward Lolth’s avatar.