Chapter 1103: Arrangements! (Part 2)

Chapter 1103 -37: Arrangements! (Part 2)

Even the street right outside the window, the outlines of buildings so close…

were almost entirely invisible.

“What the hell…”

Klein almost swore. He shook his head, feeling that the scene before him was very unreal.

Yet it had indeed happened. The noise rising in the house indicated that Benson and Melissa were awakened, at a loss for words at the scene… Moreover, it wasn’t just them; a commotion erupted on the street outside, as if people who were sound asleep had been stirred awake one after another, and were consequently alarmed.

As a member of the Night Watchers, Klein naturally wanted to spring into action immediately, but he didn’t know what to do; his mind was equally in chaos.

Could this be a supernatural event?

Maybe, probably… it should be, since it didn’t look like a natural phenomenon. Therefore, it must be a supernatural phenomenon.

But isn’t the scope too large? This no longer seems to be confined to just Tingen, right? And which direction should we investigate? The number of people affected is unimaginably high, yet there are no clues about the suspect… uh, come to think of it, does this incident involve some tangible criminal force, or is it merely a simple occurrence?!

Feeling greatly troubled, he instinctively felt that this was beyond what the Night Watchers could handle.

At least…not something the Tingen Night Watchers could intervene in.

We can only hope the Church itself is strong enough, surely the Goddess has a way to deal with this… With a confused mind, Klein prepared to draw the curtains, leave the bedroom, and find Benson and Melissa, to first calm his brother and sister’s emotions.

But at that moment, the sea of light in the sky suddenly dispersed…

It was a torrent of energy magnitudes larger than an entire planet, coursing across space. Like a raging river, the planet itself was but insignificant dust in comparison; if caught in the torrent, it would shatter concepts instantly, breaking down into spiritual particles, leaving not a trace of its existence.

However.

The barrier “Primordial” left behind still existed—

Thus, Earth itself remained steadfast, unshaken.

Only that endless, magnificent light penetrated the barrier, but was filtered of all power and authority, left with no destructive strength, just the dazzling visual effects itself.

Mortal beings had no idea what had caused this; even the great Master of the Washroom, the future Mr. Fool, present Zhou Mingrui couldn’t fathom it. His current level was too low, the event too distant from him, and since there was no threat involved, he felt no spiritual stirrings.

He didn’t even understand what this phenomenon signified, whether it was good or bad.

“Is it just over like this…?”

Klein stood by the window, eyes wide as he watched the sky return to its original state, seemingly the unusual phenomenon was all flash and no substance, and after the visual effects faded, everything was as it was. The commotion hadn’t subsided, yet its spread was quickly curtailed, and as everything returned to normal, the earlier scene felt like a hallucination, astonishing all.

The night was still the same, filled with darkness, the stars were the same stars, the moon was still… still…

Wait! Where’s the moon!! Such a large moon!

Klein finally realized something; eyes widened in disbelief, he searched every visible inch of the night sky but couldn’t find the silhouette of the moon that should have been hanging in the sky.

It was completely empty, nothing whatsoever, at least for the moment, the moon had indeed vanished from the entire causal tapestry of the universe.

Of course, only for this moment.

Before Klein could subconsciously think anything, a point in his field of vision suddenly burst into light, followed immediately by a round moon appearing suddenly. Its outline swiftly filled out, transforming into a full moon as red as blood in the blink of an eye, as if in revenge, casting a deep red moonlight hundreds of times thicker onto the world.

It appeared! The moon appeared!

Was it just that he hadn’t seen it earlier, or was it obscured by something? Or could it be… it was momentarily erased by some indescribable terror, only to reappear?

—In an instant, a thought he hadn’t even realized flashed through Klein’s mind.

“How could it be a blood moon…” He muttered under his breath, feeling increasingly that what happened tonight was beyond bizarre, utterly incomprehensible.

Could it really be the Goddess…in a bad mood?

This seemed like one kind of explanation; after all, the Holy Emblem of the Night Church depicted a backdrop of deep black dotted with brilliance, embracing a half Crimson Moon, and the prayer gesture of the Church was to draw a Crimson Moon. Furthermore, the Goddess’s esteemed title included “Lord of Crimson,” so naturally to many, the Crimson Moon symbolized the Goddess.

The moon changes several times a year, its alterations have no pattern, sometimes it turns into a blood moon.

Neither astronomers nor mystics can explain this inexplicable phenomenon, having to attribute it to the Goddess’s bad mood… Women, their emotional swings naturally have no order.

It was at this moment that Klein’s spirituality was suddenly touched.

A boundless grayish-white mist eternal and unchanging, a phantom red star within the gray mist expanded and contracted, faint whispers drifting from within.

……

……

Backlund.

As the chaos and noise from the street outside echoed, Fors Wall was curled up in agony by the window, struggling painfully, enacting a scene of human dissonance. Especially as the moonlight pouring in became thicker and redder by the second, her body spasmed uncontrollably, ripping out clumps of her hair in anguished self-torment.

Yet with visible rapid growth, her once lengthy hair remained undiminished, instead increasing more and more…

Teeth-setter screeches reverberated as her swiftly lengthening fingernails, clawing in her torment, gouged deep marks into the wooden floor…

She hadn’t expected that once the moon reappeared, it would immediately transform into a blood-red full moon. At that time, standing by the window in shock gazing at the sky, she was struck a crippled blow.

And while Fors struggled in agony—

A mysterious Silver Medal appeared silently, lying quietly on the nearby floor.