Chapter 422: The Grand Reward of the Lady of the Black Moon

Antonio felt a surge of power coursing through his body. With an abrupt breakthrough, he crossed a crucial threshold, ascending to the pinnacle of the Saint rank—the twenty-fourth rank, just like his father, the Earl of Bretagne.

The Black Knight’s Lance in his hand now bore the mark of a black moon. As he activated this Saint-rank weapon, a luminous black moon appeared behind him, a testament to the blessings of the Lady of the Black Moon.

Antonio could even sense that his strength continued to climb, nearing the absolute limit of human potential.

In stark contrast, the power of the Flame Evil God Anururu was dwindling.

Although humans could not perceive it directly, it was evident to all that the Lady of the Black Moon had severed the Flame Evil God's connection to its main source of power from the New Continent. Though this was merely her avatar in the Old Continent, her true form might have delivered an unforgettable punishment to the evil god.

Without the reinforcement of its original power from the New Continent, the evil god’s avatar became akin to a fire without fuel or a river without a source.

Antonio moved through the skies with unmatched dominance. Each of his attacks inflicted increasingly devastating damage on Anururu’s avatar, and its ability to heal became noticeably slower.

Watching this battle, Cresto couldn’t help but feel envious and thought to himself:

“If this were the Radiant Era, it would be the Radiant Lord descending. In that case, I too might temporarily reach the twenty-fourth rank! If I could experience the peak of the Saint rank, even briefly, I could certainly ascend to this realm by my own power within a few years.”

The once-legendary Three Heroes and Five Powerhouses of the Fars Empire had now divided into three distinct tiers.

At the summit stood Earl Bretagne, unrivaled among the strongest in the Old Continent.

Just beneath him were Count Gallanord and Princess Axo Axel, who, though slightly inferior, remained top-tier powerhouses.

Trailing close behind, Cresto and Midaphis Axel fought valiantly to catch up. Though they couldn’t yet rival Earl Bretagne, they were now comparable to Gallanord and Princess Axo.

Finally, Grand Duke Robin, Duke Mosred, and Duchess Mesu formed the third tier. These veterans, while past their prime and having exhausted their potential, remained formidable in the Saint rank, with few capable of challenging them.

In reality, most Saint ranks that Charlot encountered in his daily life—like the Black Dragon, Golden Ram Herolf, and Silverback Gorilla Choudrou—did not actively participate in battles. The combatants dominating the battlefields were typically lower-ranked Saint ranks, such as the nineteenth-rank Viggo.

Charlot lay sprawled out on the ground, his mind entirely blank from overexertion and too much effort trying to please the goddess. Conveniently, this position gave him a perfect view of the aerial combat.

Within Charlot’s body, eleven Blood Vortexes continued to absorb and expel blood energy, and the Blood Glory technique activated automatically. However, this was not by Charlot’s conscious effort or even his subconscious control. Instead, the driving force came from the Blood Rhinoceros embedded in the Flame Evil God’s body.

With his mind utterly void of thought, Charlot didn’t even notice this anomaly.

Amid the rising mist that surrounded Antonio, he suddenly spotted a flaw in the Flame Evil God’s avatar. The Black Knight’s Lance in his hand radiated black moonlight, hurtling forward like a meteor to pierce Anururu’s massive form. The lance unleashed a torrent of energy, ripping open half of the giant flame avatar’s body.

This strike caused such catastrophic damage that even as Anururu roared in agony, it seemed incapable of immediate repair. The god raised its solitary arm to the sky, drawing a towering flame tornado downward into its grasp before unleashing it in a devastating sweep.

Antonio, locked in place by an unseen force, found himself unable to evade the attack. Yet, as the loyal knight of the Lady of the Black Moon, he stood undaunted. Mist billowed from his form, and the black moon shone behind him as he charged straight into the fiery onslaught.

The Lady of the Black Moon, who had been quietly observing the battle, raised her delicate hand and gently pointed.

Antonio felt an immense yet soft cylindrical force push against his back. The gentle force suddenly turned into an explosive thrust, propelling him forward with a speed rivaling lightning. He smashed through Anururu’s flame tornado and pierced directly through the giant avatar’s mountainous form.

Previously, Antonio had struck the enormous avatar multiple times without dealing significant damage. But this time, aided by the goddess’s divine power, his attack was like a needle puncturing a balloon. The Flame Evil God’s power began to leak uncontrollably.

Unable to maintain its gigantic form, Anururu’s avatar collapsed into a blazing mass of flames.

As Antonio gazed at the disintegrating avatar, his heart swelled with pride. He had never imagined he would one day slay a deity. Though it was not entirely by his own power but with the goddess’s assistance, the feat remained monumental. Killing a god—even an avatar of an evil god—was a triumph worthy of eternal commemoration in the annals of the Bretagne family.

Looking at Charlot lying on the ground enjoying the spoils of victory, Antonio suddenly realized something. While he had fought valiantly to slay the evil god’s avatar, history might reduce his role to a single sentence.

In contrast, his sister Annie’s tales would be fully chronicled and might even spawn countless variations.

Having just achieved the monumental feat of slaying an “evil god,” Antonio couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness in his heart.

The serene Lady of the Black Moon raised her hand once more. With a subtle twist of her fingers, the blazing remnants of Anururu’s avatar began to collapse further. As though swept away by an invisible force, it shrank and compressed into a single point before falling to the ground.

The goddess stepped forward, her left foot gently pressing down. A pathway of countless shimmering lights descended from the heavens, stretching endlessly upward. With unhurried grace, she ascended the luminous celestial path, returning to her divine kingdom.

All who witnessed this were struck with overwhelming awe and reverence.

The only one unaffected was the old lizardman, who descended lightly after some time. Smiling, he approached with an unconscious man in one hand and a bracelet in the other. Presenting the bracelet to Charlot, he said, “Master Mecklenburg, I have retrieved your Blood Rhinoceros.”

Charlot accepted the Blood Rhinoceros and prepared to retract the Blood Vortex in his right arm. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual.

In theory, the Blood Rhinoceros could transform into different weapons depending on the blood core embedded within it. While this concept had never been fully realized even by its original creator, the loss of its former core meant it would require reforging to regain its power.

Yet, at this moment, the Blood Rhinoceros had seven embedding slots, two of which were already filled. One was a Saint-rank blood core from the Dorian clan. The other was dark red, like fire, with faint tendrils of smoke swirling around it...

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