Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
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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