Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 42: Mandarin!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 760- Job Merge Scroll
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 199: Library of Wapeng
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 198: Sharing a Drink (2)
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 899 - Astonishing Zero Wing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 759- Swift victory
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.08 - Northern District's Haze
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 163: Battle Supplies
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 415: After Killing, Go Up The Mountain
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 41: Too Many
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 758- War Manuscript
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 898 - A Talented Subject Knows the Right Leader to Serve
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 757.5- Gamble part 2
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.07 - Northern District's Haze
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 40: Those On the Fence
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3724: Ancestor Ling Perishes
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 162: All-Purpose Handyman
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 414: I Only Want to Kill People Before the Rain Stops
This was not the first time Roel was enveloped by the Black Moon, but it still wasn’t a pleasant experience.
It made him feel cold, helpless, and frightened. When countless black hands reached for him, his willpower, which had been tempered time and time again till it was unyielding like steel, felt heavy despair like never before. Even so, he made no attempt to resist it.
The Black Moon was a frightening entity that could doom even the gods, but like any weapon, whether it did good or harm depended on the person wielding it.
And the person controlling this cataclysmic weapon was Alicia.
Roel’s trust in Alicia ran so deep that it was practically imprinted in his bones, and it wouldn’t change regardless of whether her memories were incomplete or not. Furthermore, he knew his attitude could affect her.
She was already in an emotionally unstable state due to his injuries, and he didn’t want to further hurt her by doing anything that would make her think that he feared or distrusted her.
Thus, he chose to close his eyes and go with the flow when the Black Moon enveloped him.
Not looking at the Black Moon helped, as the countless tiny black hands stretching out from within were distressing to look at. He still felt a myriad of negative emotions and his body was tense nevertheless, but that was at least bearable.
Of course, that wouldn’t be enough for him to survive the Black Moon.
What powered him through was Alicia’s anxious breathing and heartbeat, which told him that she was actually the most nervous person here.
Amidst the swooshing of ocean waves, countless tiny black hands wriggled toward Roel to probe the faint light shining in his injuries. As soon as they came into contact with him, he felt his consciousness and body plunging into utter coldness.
I see. Is this the reason even gods are unable to escape from the Black Moon?
His body, his mana, and his soul were frozen in an instant, true to the absolute prowess of the Black Moon. Despite the discomfort, he surprisingly felt a familiar aura within the
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