Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 598 Star Guardians

In the central battlefield of Crimson Maple City, Tang Zijun, transformed into a hundred-meter-tall silver giant, was engaged in an earth-shattering battle with the entire polluted city. Every collision caused the earth to tremble. Emerald green purification light and filthy gray-red mist intertwined like two giant dragons above the ruins. The deafening roar and the screams of the evil god's followers almost echoed throughout the entire dead city.

Tang Zijun knew very well what his goal was: to stop the other party, not to destroy the Earl's castle along with it. So he had no choice but to defend passively and attract more attention from the wriggling pleasure creature.

On the edge of this chaotic and destructive frenzy, a deep and dark shadow, like a ghost blending into the night, was moving at an astonishing speed among the broken walls and ruins.

Scáthach pushed her power to the limit, and the dense shadow energy enveloped her and the almost incapacitated Deskol like a living thing, perfectly concealing all fluctuations of her aura, as if she had cleaved a silent passage in a boiling sea of ​​filth.

Tang Zijun's enormous body and ferocious fighting were like a giant magnet, firmly attracting most of the attacks from the writhing pleasure creatures. Countless twisted tentacles, filthy humanoid phantoms, and pervasive gray-red mist all surged madly toward the giant god that was interwoven with emerald green and silver white, attempting to completely devour and submerge it.

This created excellent cover and openings for Scáthach in the shadows.

With her absolute control over darkness and shadows as the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach, like the most precise navigator, accurately avoided those scattered polluted nodes and wandering weak followers who were not attracted by Tang Zijun.

Desk was firmly bound behind her by her shadow power, like a weightless bundle, avoiding any possible hindrance. Her speed was extremely fast, almost turning into a streak of dark purple light that was difficult to see with the naked eye. Under the cover of the huge shadow of the collapsed palace complex, she sped towards her target—the ancient castle of Earl Red Leaf, which was shrouded in shadow at the heart of the palace ruins.

The distance was rapidly closing, and the castle's massive outline, scarred by war, cracked, and covered in withered vines, finally became clear in the pervasive, foul mist.

Like a silent, black behemoth, it sits atop the highest point of the ruins, exuding an ancient and heavy sense of deathly stillness that clashes with its surrounding filth.

"We've arrived." Scáthach's violet eyes suddenly sharpened. She could clearly sense that the source of that weak yet sacred aura was deep within the castle.

At the same time, the ground around the castle began to undulate, and more filthy tentacles, like giant earthworms, were breaking through the soil. Countless tiny, red-glowing eyes also appeared on the castle's mottled walls. Clearly, the core of pollution had also realized the value of this place and was gathering its strength for a final defense.

Without a moment's hesitation, Scáthach, carrying Desk, charged like an arrow into the castle's massive, already dilapidated archway. The instant their figures disappeared into the shadows of the castle's interior, Scáthach reacted without hesitation.

She left the still-shaken Desk aside, then knelt down on one knee and, with a sense of ancient ritual, slammed her right palm, covered in shadow armor, heavily onto the cold, dusty, and moss-covered stone surface of the castle.

"The realm of shadows, appear here!" Her voice was cold and majestic, like a queen's decree.

brush! !

A vast and boundless abyssal aura suddenly erupted from the center of her palm! It was not a destructive impact, but rather spread and covered the area rapidly, like ink dripping into clear water.

The profound power of shadow, like a living tide, instantly spread wildly along the ground, walls, and ceiling.

In just one breath.

The entire massive Red Leaf Earl's Castle, from its foundation to its highest spire, was completely covered by a flowing, liquid obsidian-like shadow. Countless mysterious runes, shimmering with dark purple light, flowed and combined on the surface of the shadow, forming an enormous, insurmountable magic mirror gate that separated the inside from the outside.

This is not a physical gate, but rather a temporary inclusion of the entire castle space into a secondary dimension of the Shadow Kingdom.

Rumble!

The filthy tentacles that had just broken through the soil and were trying to rush into the castle, as well as the countless evil eyes that appeared on the walls, crashed hard against this flowing barrier of shadow, as if they had hit the hardest cosmic crystal wall.

The foul energy was instantly repelled and annihilated, and the tentacles scorched and withered instantly, like insects hitting a branding iron. Countless blasphemous shrieks and crashing sounds were shut out, becoming muffled and distant.

The castle was instantly plunged into an absolute, reassuring darkness and deathly silence, with only the eerie purple light flowing around Scáthach and Desk's heavy breathing, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

"S... Lady Scáthach..." Desk stared blankly at the fur that was "baring its fangs" in the shadows outside the door, and couldn't help but take a few steps closer to Scáthach.

"Don't worry, we're safe... for now." Scáthach slowly stood up, her gaze sweeping across the impenetrable barrier of shadow that separated them from the outside world, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief. "That guy's power isn't enough to break through the shadow's blockade yet."

The gates of the Shadow Realm temporarily blocked the evil god's direct influence on the castle's interior, buying them precious time and space. "But...but Lord Wolf Rider is still outside!"

"You don't really think that an Old One trapped in a seal can threaten him, do you?" Scáthach sneered. After talking with Tang Zijun, she had gained some basic understanding of Tang Zijun's past.

An existence capable of directly defeating and seizing the authority of a god within the realm of the gods would be a perfect replica of Zeus's feat of overthrowing Chi Ba in the era of the gods. However, the problem is that Zeus's battle was a group of third-generation gods besieging a second-generation god, while Tang Zijun was all alone—at most with a motorcycle.

After a brief pause, Scáthach no longer hesitated. Her deep purple eyes pierced through the profound darkness inside the castle, firmly locking onto the direction from which the faint divine aura emanated—the deepest underground area of ​​the castle.

She grabbed Desk, whose legs were still a little weak, and once again transformed into a swift shadow, rushing towards the depths of the castle's dark and winding corridors. The interior of this once noble mansion was now dilapidated; exquisite murals were covered in stains, ornate chandeliers were covered in dust and cobwebs, and broken furniture was scattered everywhere. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and dust, and a faint...stale stench of blood. They passed through the dusty halls, swept past the long corridor of collapsed bookshelves, and finally stopped before a huge, heavy metal gate hidden behind thick tapestries, leading to the underground.

The gate was covered with mostly faded and ineffective complex magical patterns and physical locks, but at this moment, a terrifying force had forcibly torn open an irregular hole in the center of the gate. The twisted metal edges looked as if they had been ripped apart by the claws of a giant beast, with traces of dried, blackened blood and a faint holy aura remaining.

This is the final resting place of the divine blood.

Without hesitation, Scáthach pulled Deskol through the gaping hole.

Beyond the gate lies a darker, colder stone staircase leading deep underground.

A strong stench of blood and an indescribable, strange aura, both corrupt and sacred, assaulted the senses.

Descending the steps, a vast and empty underground hall came into view. In the center of the hall, what had once been the base of a complex altar or energy pool was now a scene of utter devastation.

Scáthach and Deske's gazes were instantly fixed on the scene in the center of the hall, and they could not look away.

There, lying quietly, was a gigantic figure!

The creature's body was enormous, estimated to be over ten meters tall, and it presented a non-human, pale golden humanoid form with graceful lines. However, at this moment, its body was covered with countless terrifying wounds that were deep enough to expose the bone. The most fatal wound was a huge bone spear that pierced through Chi's chest and emitted an ominous dark red light. The bone spear was ancient and ferocious in appearance, and its tip was deeply embedded in the ground, pinning Chi firmly to that spot. The dark golden divine blood, like molten gold, had long since dried and solidified around the huge wound, forming a huge and shocking bloodstain pattern on the ground.

Chi seemed to have fallen into some kind of deep, dying slumber, his huge head drooping limply to one side, his long, silvery-white hair, woven like starlight, scattered on the ground.

The face of the shaman was covered by a half-broken mask of unknown material, revealing a lower half of his face with beautiful lines but extremely pale, and golden bloodstains remaining at the corner of his mouth.

However, what made Scáthach's pupils suddenly contract was that the area around the massive bone spear wound piercing through her chest, as well as the edges of other wounds of varying sizes on Chi's body... was not healing. Instead, fine, dark red hairs were stubbornly wriggling and growing, like living creatures. These hairs greedily absorbed the remaining divine power from Chi's wounds, like maggots clinging to bones, continuously deepening Chi's injuries and emanating a nauseating, blasphemous aura shared with the filthy realm outside.

This is precisely the residual power of the crawling pleasure, which continues to pollute and prevent this deity from self-repairing.

"Ugh." Desk looked at the gruesome yet sacred sight, especially the writhing, profane hair, and his stomach churned. He almost vomited again, his face filled with extreme awe and fear.

Scáthach slowly approached the enormous body of the god, which was impaled by bone spears and continuously eroded by the power of the evil god.

The dark purple gaze carefully swept over the pool's wounds, the bone spear, and the constantly writhing blasphemous fur, finally settling on the pale chin and bloodstains at the corner of the mouth revealed beneath the god's shattered mask, as if trying to identify something.

A moment later, a deep voice, tinged with complex emotions, came from beneath her helmet.

"It's you, Starwatcher, Ilúvatar."