Chapter 242: Under the Blessing of the Black Moon Goddess

Charlot finally realized that the city he had lived in for two or three years concealed such immense power.

Apart from the widowed Princess May deliberately revealing the painting of the foreign god of chaos, no Saint-rank Transcendent had yet taken action. Even Princess May’s involvement seemed primarily intended to destroy the painting.

Of course, it was more likely that she was buying time for the activation of various divine miracles.

Even with just the relics of the nine Orthodox Gods, the miracles they left behind were enough to firmly withstand the massive wind spells cast by over a dozen orc Saint-rank shamans.

Charlot had always thought that landmarks like the Gate of Radiance and the Lantern Tower were simply somewhat mystical attractions, mere places for leisure and sightseeing. Who would have imagined that these divine miracles could also serve to protect the city?

The orc Saint-rank shamans, their figures flickering in and out of view in the high skies, showed no intention of giving up. They relentlessly poured their energies into the spellcasting, but no matter how fiercely the winds howled or how thick the stirred dust became, they were unable to breach Strasbourg’s defenses.

The heavens and earth seemed engulfed in chaos, with only a small cluster of light visible at the very center.

Charlot watched for a long time, uncertain of the outcome. From their vantage point on the hill, they could see further, but the winds were also more intense there. As time passed, the storm around Strasbourg grew ever more ferocious, and many ordinary orcs and university students who had not yet ascended to Transcendence found it increasingly difficult to endure.

Sophia Gallanord suggested, "We should take shelter. Otherwise, things could turn dire."

Charlot agreed with a nod and immediately ordered the group to descend the hill, using the terrain to shield themselves from the wind.

The group of several hundred sought refuge behind the hill. The situation indeed improved—though still harsh, it was far better than being exposed on the hilltop or in the open plain.

Charlot, unfamiliar with defensive magic, had only intended to endure the storm. But to his surprise, as they reached the back of the hill, Sophia Gallanord planted her Lion’s Fang in the ground, clasped her hands at her chest, and began chanting silently. A Black Moon rose slowly, enveloping the group within its protective glow.

Only then did Charlot remember that Sophia Gallanord’s primary Transcendent path was that of a Dark Moon Warlock.

The signature defensive spell of a Dark Moon Warlock: Under the Blessing of the Black Moon!

This spell was renowned across the Old Continent. Unlike the Radiant Magic Array, known for its unyielding strength, or the Origin Blood Boundary, which excelled in both offense and defense, the Black Moon's spell was celebrated for its rapid deployment, adaptability to various situations, low mana consumption, and enduring effect.

Even so, it was not a spell that ordinary low-to-mid-rank Transcendents could cast alone.

For Sophia Gallanord to single-handedly invoke Under the Blessing of the Black Moon at her mere seventh-rank Transcendence, barely entering mid-tier, was a testament to why she was considered one of the most powerful young talents under twenty across the Five Great Empires.

The Rose of Strasbourg—a title well deserved.

In terms of pure talent on the Transcendent path, Sophia Gallanord was in no way inferior to their mentor, Lady Menielman Soumet. She was indeed comparable to elites like Julian Arsilo and Ban Lamorak.

A hint of envy arose in Charlot’s heart as he thought, "I wonder when I’ll be able to master the Origin Blood Boundary and independently cast such a defensive magic array."

The Radiant Magic Array was hailed as the Lament of the Gods, while the Origin Blood Boundary, drawn from the Vampiric Scrolls of the Arthur Clan, was known as the Ultimate Wall. These were among the Old Continent’s most famous defensive arrays.

Charlot had inherited the Arthur Clan’s legacy, activating the Blood Vortex and even mastering Blood Clan Verbal Spellcasting, but he had yet to learn any true Verbal Spell techniques.

The spiritual elevation Charlot had gained from facing two Evil Gods head-on had been completely expended not long ago. The rapid advancements he had achieved had slowed to the pace of an ordinary prodigy. Recently, he had only managed to master Swiftstep Technique x2 and Flame Dragon’s Roaring Bullet. His ability to acquire new extraordinary abilities had slowed significantly, forcing him to focus on swordsmanship, marksmanship, and advancing his Transcendence rank.

"Rank is easier to ascend, but extraordinary abilities are difficult to acquire!"

This was a universally acknowledged truth among Transcendents on the Old Continent.

Charlot’s ability to challenge higher-ranked foes as a low-to-mid-tier Transcendent was due not only to his cunning strategies and superior weapons but also to the spiritual elevation he gained from directly confronting the Evil Gods, granting him a brief but explosive period of breakthroughs in acquiring abilities.

Figures like Hughes, Julian Arsilo, Ban Lamorak, and Sophia Gallanord, though they had not faced Evil Gods, were blessed with innate spiritual aptitude, allowing them to effortlessly manifest extraordinary abilities and shine among their peers.

Others, such as Anne, Anastasia, and Dolores, though slightly less gifted, were still among the elite few chosen from hundreds of university students, their futures boundless.

Charlot planted his Berserker Blade firmly in the ground and sat cross-legged, operating the Blood Glory to maintain his peak state, waiting patiently for the storm to pass.

By now, the sky had blurred the boundaries between dawn and dusk, day and night. No one could tell how much time had passed when a muffled thunderclap echoed from above. The tempest reached its zenith and transformed into a torrential downpour.

Gale winds, torrential rain, and thunder!

Charlot couldn’t help but worry about his friends in Strasbourg, particularly Anne. He thought to himself, "If only I were by Anne’s side now. How safe she would feel."

Anne, of course, was not with Charlot at this moment.

Count Bretagne had already gathered his family together. Gazing at the skies, a faint smile of disdain crossed the count’s face. Countless schemes formed in his mind as he mused, "These pathetic orc barbarians, lured into believing that destroying Strasbourg would reclaim their lost lands and revive their ancient kingdom."

"Just as orcs have no use for humans, humans have no need for orcs."

"If the orc coalition hadn’t attacked Strasbourg, those incompetents would never have been able to initiate the war to annihilate the orcs."

"After this war, the orc tribes will likely vanish from the Old Continent."

Regardless of how the storm, rain, and thunder raged beyond the protective shield, Strasbourg stood like an ancient, ferocious beast, silently gathering its strength for a counterattack.

Anne, safely at her father’s side, felt no fear. However, she too was starting to miss Charlot.

Since meeting Charlot, they had quickly fallen into a fervent romance, their dates frequent and joyful.

To Anne, it seemed as though Charlot had suddenly crossed a threshold, transforming from a somewhat carefree individual into someone relentlessly striving for achievements—gaining merits, promotions, and steadily ascending the ranks of Transcendence.

Anne thought to herself, "He must be pushing himself so hard for our marriage, squeezing every bit of his potential to move forward. I must also work hard so I won’t hold back my dear Mr. Mecklenburg."

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