The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 225: The Fallen Moon (1)

“Truly worthy of being the greatest genius in the history of the Church.” Letting out a sincere sigh of admiration, ladomir quickly withdrew her gaze.

“But it seems that when I return, I also must accelerate my progress. Even the Church has already beco tense, which shows that the destined day will arrive earlier than we imagined.”

Teacher ladomir gathered her thoughts and raised her head to gaze at ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) the void. Through that mbrane-like barrier of the world, peering into the scene beyond the world, ladomir’s little face gradually beca solemn.

“Is it... already coming to an end?”

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Outside the world.

A spectacle like the end of days, one that would drive mortals into madness just by glimpsing it, covered everything that the sight could reach.

An endless crimson sea and an endless black tide collided in terrifying forms nearly capable of annihilating everything. Just the aftermath made the void shake and twist.

This was not inside the world’s barrier, in the form of projections, bound and shackled little skirmishes.

It was with complete divine bodies, the supre god-seats, wielding true Authority, in this place without any restraint, bursting forth with world-destroying power—a war of gods!

Evil God · Withering King.

VS.

Evil God · Silent Moon!

At infinite heights, that enormous and hideous pupil rose like a blazing sun, radiating terrifying destructive intent. Countless withered hands circled that giant eye, weaving into a majestic corona.

Crimson flas fell, the phantom of endless scarlet earth, carrying apocalyptic might, suddenly suppressing down!

Moonlight was cold. Deathly silent and deep.

On the flawless lunar disc, scarlet spread in countless streaks, covering the entire blue moon with a layer of demonic blood.

The black tide surged, rolling like a sea into towering waves, eting head-on that scarlet earth burning all things!

Boom—

Authorities collided. The void trembled.

No sound ca forth, for the void was silent by nature, but at this mont, countless top powerhouses within the world’s barrier all lifted their heads at the sa ti.

Although most could not truly see this with their eyes, any who had stepped into the Crowned Realm clearly perceived this fierce clash beyond mortal comprehension.

But rely perceiving it caused damage to the souls of many who believed themselves extraordinary, their blood and qi in turmoil, forcing them to withdraw in panic, not daring to pry again.

Thus, in the place closest to the world’s barrier, only one crow, one dove, one rat, one old man, and one white-haired loli remained.

“It’s over.” Hezekiah suddenly sighed.

In his weathered eyes brewed endless holy light, blocking the scorching blaze and brilliance, thus allowing him to see clearly.

At the beginning, the black tide and scarlet earth were indeed evenly matched.

But the Silent Moon obviously lacked stamina. Under the Withering King’s full-force suppression, it lasted only a few breaths before that eerie blue radiance and endless black tide rapidly collapsed.

Revealed on the blue moon’s surface, once its cover was gone, was... a hideous wound like a ravine.

“So that is it. The Withering King lunged so urgently at the Silent Moon because He had discovered Its weakness?”

Hezekiah instantly understood everything and sighed:

“But to reach this point, the Silent Moon, calculating endlessly, in order not to let the Withering King succeed, instead expended too much power. Even without this weakness, It probably would not have been the Withering King’s match. In the end, what crushed this god... was fear?”

“An Evil God dying of fear, truly a textbook example of an ironic ending.”

“Next... Ulrons.”

“Here.”

“Begin.”

“Yes.”

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Above the void, the Withering King himself seed surprised that the blue moon was broken so easily. In that hideous pupil appeared a trace of human-like ecstasy.

The solemn corona thrashed madly. Countless withered hands pierced directly through the void, carrying crimson flas that burned all things, and thrust violently into that hideous wound.

The blue moon roared in fury, but was helpless.

He and the Withering King were gods of the sa rank, but such life-and-death struggles were like a dam cutting across a great river: if even one ant-hole appeared, collapse would spread a thousand li.

Not to ntion—what the Silent Moon had squandered during this ti could hardly even be called an “ant-hole.”

Several projections, countless blood offerings, every sacrifice of Its evil believers—all were exhausted in Its earlier plans, yielding nothing, and even losing sothing vital.

In this state, how could It resist the Withering King, who had conserved His strength for this war, ignoring even the prayers of His believers all this ti?

As said before, the outco of this god-war had been decided long ago!

Thus, endless crimson earth shadows descended, scattering all blue radiance. World-destroying flas surged like molten lava into the lunar disc, pouring along that hideous colossal wound, raging and devouring all.

Boom—

The Silent Moon suddenly shuddered. Accompanied by a voiceless yet world-engraving lant of grief, that eerie blue moon was no longer flawless, but cracked like a shattered mirror, despair traced across every fissure.

The divine body, broken.

And from within those countless fragnts of moonstone, at the core, the Withering King finally beheld the thing He had long pursued.

It was unseeable in form, unknowable in aning, endlessly radiant. With all words of the world, not even a ten-thousandth of Its magnificence could be described—

——The Core of Authority.

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As the Withering King fixated on the Core, in an unremarkable corner of the void, a golden door suddenly took shape.

Hezekiah stepped out of the door, raised his head to gaze upward, a trace of fanaticism flashing through his eyes.

At such a mont, how could he let only you, Withering King, enjoy it alone?

In the distance, a crow flew past, dropping several feathers. A white dove flapped its wings, taking away a fragnt of cold moonlight. A mangy rat skulked at the very edge.

Hezekiah clenched his staff and gave a light wave.

Golden light fell. As if countless doors instantly overlapped, the fragnts of the broken divine body from imasurable distance appeared directly before him.

On those fragnts still lingered chilling deathly silence. That terrifying pollution could, in but a mont, turn a crowned one into the Moon’s puppet.

But unfortunately, the Moon was already nearly dead.

Hezekiah’s wide sleeve swept. Holy radiance fell, sealing the deathly silence within, and with one grasp of his fingers, the divine fragnts flew toward him automatically.

But suddenly, he wavered, as if a videotape skipped and reversed. The fragnt flying toward him bizarrely retreated back.

Hezekiah froze for a mont, then suddenly realized and roared:

“ladomir!”

“My, my, why are you shouting? Don’t you know you should respect the elderly?”

At so unknown ti ladomir had appeared not far away, behind her a faint image of a massive bell hovered. With one small hand extended, that divine fragnt shrank and fell into her palm.

“When dealing with the elderly, you should yield a little, don’t you think, little one.” ladomir blinked her eyes and spoke with a face full of cutesy innocence.