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The mist gradually spread, accumulating at the base of the temple. Dark resurfaced, holding his breath. From his vantage point, he could clearly see the cult members kneeling before the idol, their bodies enveloped in the thick mist.
The serpentine, dancing parts burrowed into their ears, nasal cavities, mouths, and even every orifice of their bodies. Then they emerged again. It was as if they were receiving a goddess's baptism, but more like being brainwashed. Dark's brow twitched; he realized the mist had already spread to the three or four couples. whl, as if cautiously probing, first withdrew a tiny bit. It went in through the left ear and out through the right, connecting the man and woman. Some reacted.
Some people didn't react. The mist swept away the unresponsive and entangled those who did react. There were exactly seven pairs—fourteen people in total. The mist intensified. A few strands of transparent liquid were carried out by the mist that passed between their ears.
Bubble-like fluid formed around people's ears. This involuntarily reminded Dak of the antique shop in Traveler's Street, where old John used the hook of fate to pull his distracting thoughts out of his mind. The liquid substance being pulled out by the mist now seemed to be something similar. Due to his limited understanding, Dak could only guess.
As more and more liquid was drawn out—the liquid belonging to each couple—it attracted each other. Like bubbles in water, it rose slowly to the top, merging between each couple to form a large bubble. The surfaces of those bubbles became uneven, like bas-reliefs on a wall, with stories of people rising and falling within them, like a revolving lantern. Inside a small temple that had been silent for countless years, two rows of torches burned on the walls, their flames flickering. Pure white and sacred statues emitted a soft glow, and a pink mist gradually spread.
Sixteen devotees dressed in seafood-themed clothing are in piety.
Prayer. A beautiful melody echoed within the temple. Above the heads of those being sacrificed, seven ever-growing transparent bubbles tumbled in the air. In a direction unseen by Dark's perspective, seven couples wore expressions of happiness.
Suddenly, within the intricate magic circle centered on the statue, dozens of red candles lit up without warning. The flames grew from thin to thick. The wax dripped from the candles onto the temple ceiling, reflecting the candlelight like a mirror.
Rings of firelight flickered within. Suddenly, a burst of light shone, like ripples spreading across a lake, expanding outwards in concentric circles. The entire ceiling shimmered with a layer of silver light.
The ceiling disappeared.
Instead, there was a clear night sky and a bright moon. The goddess's statue opened its eyes the instant the moonlight shone upon it.
Chapter 106 The Bell of an Era Tolls at This Moment [16.5]
She was born of the moon and descended upon the earth; she is both the goddess of the moon and the earth mother. She governs the flourishing of all things, yet is indifferent to the earth's bounty. She is the most beautiful goddess, the ruler of the night. Her beauty is eternal, sacred, and noble, the presiding over abundance, fertility, and love.
Kazel closed the book and shut his eyes. The flower card, engraved with 2 million, lay in the upper right corner of the table, from which wisps of green light emanated, weaving into green roses.
At the top of the spiral clock tower in the center of the castle, Professor Deeddy Maxwell floated in the air, her butterfly-like wings fluttering gently. The wrinkles on her forehead were as deep as if carved by a knife, and her eyes reflected two crescent moons.
She lowered her head, looking around the castle. When the clock struck twelve, all the monsters would vanish. Pandora, having summoned the final boss Behemoth, had only three minutes left to defeat it.
Principal Art and the others had already arrived at the banquet hall on the first floor. As the clock struck twelve, the students began to pour into the hall, starting the second half of their dressing session. Princess Eliza sat beside the principal, chatting and laughing lightly. Professor Thompson and Professor Jones were talking, while Professor Lily lay sprawled on the table like a salted fish.
Inside the secret temple, he raised his eyes and witnessed the entire process of the goddess statue opening its eyes. Their gazes met instantly.
The thin mist that had enveloped his eyes suddenly dissipated, revealing eyes that were as gentle and alluring as water—but in just a moment, they became evil and ferocious!
His fair and delicate face, as white as jade, was transformed in an instant into a hideous and terrifying demon!
Dark felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly withdrew his gaze. But when he looked again, both the eyes and the face seemed unchanged, still holy and dignified. Yet the serene and beautiful ceremony under the moonlight had lost its luster? Had the hourglass of time been slowly turning over? Dark's gaze pierced through the ceiling and reached the night sky beyond the castle.
But the moonlight truly shone through this mirror into the temple hidden deep within the castle's secret passage. It then tilted and focused, illuminating the statue of the goddess and reflecting a pure white light. Occasionally, for a fleeting moment, one could see a white dragon dancing in the sky, and the legendary monster, Behemoth, the lord of beasts!
Dark emerged from behind the wall.
That brief change, ironically, solidified his resolve. The little devil had flown beside him. Between Dark's two fingers appeared a pale pink magic card. [Elysium: 92 There's still room for maneuver.]
The thirty-four people captured and used as human sacrifices were all injected with a potion that caused them to lose consciousness for a short period. Simultaneously, the bond between their souls and bodies would loosen, their mental matter would become unstable, and they would be more easily extracted from their brains.
Humans injected with the Soul-Stealing Potion are the perfect breeding ground for demonic parasitism. In the era when demons still existed, the Soul-Stealing Potion was the most commonly used drug by the Evil Demon Sect for conducting biological experiments. This drug was completely banned at the beginning of the new era.
Unbeknownst to him, only Dark seemed to remain active in this area. He entered the temple, closing the distance slightly from the statue. Within his sight, seven spheres formed of liquid matter were violently churning. The closer he got, the clearer the past unfolded within those Ximing water spheres. It was the entire story of seven couples, from acquaintance to understanding, and finally to love. To find true love in one's life is truly precious.
Dark had considered puncturing them, but ultimately didn't.
"How much longer? It should be soon, right?" His gaze drifted to the night sky reflected in the mirror. The moon was bright and clear.
One minute left.
Among the thirty-four sacrificial offerings, something unusual occurred. Unexpectedly, unlike the others, she was not affected by the Soul-Sealing Water. It's even possible she was deliberately captured, and that the magic card she treasured betrayed her at the most crucial moment.
The misty fog released from that magic card clung to her body like spider silk, and then manipulated her limbs, lunging towards the Night Prince wearing a black raven mask who had appeared in the temple at some unknown time!
She wanted to speak, but what burst from her throat was a beastly roar. She knew she had lunged at someone who could potentially be her lifeline, yet she could only watch helplessly as she tore him apart. "Awooo!" The vampire girl screamed in agony.
She was someone who had received Valkyrie training (for a very short time), and even if Dark was at her worst, she wasn't someone a defenseless girl could easily get close to.
He didn't even summon any magical spirits; he cleanly and efficiently dealt with the poor girl who was being manipulated by the pink mist.
He kicked the completely incapacitated girl aside. Dark's gaze grew increasingly grave. "They've even resorted to such methods; it seems time is running out."
Then he looked up sharply and saw the head of a giant beast with two curved horns fly across the mirror. A pure white bride riding a slender white dragon sped past in the moonlight.
The clock struck twelve.
The area deprived of moonlight was swallowed by darkness. Only St. Marian's Castle reflected a white light like a giant lantern. The students, feeling the concentrated moonlight, thought it was a Halloween surprise.
An unimaginably intense moonlight pierced through the mirror, shining directly onto the goddess's statue. At that moment, Dark felt something within him begin to stir wildly.
"Get up!" His emotions surged uncontrollably. It was like looking directly at the full moon at extremely close range in astronomy class—but even stronger! Between his two fingers, the [Ecstasy 1] card trembled wildly. The [Ecstasy 1] card in his card pack almost leaped out!
The statue's eyes suddenly turned, and its face became distorted and twisted again.
Veins bulged on Dak's forehead, sensing his impending rage. He immediately activated [Bliss 1], using it as a medium to communicate with the [Bliss] within the statue.
As expected, [Bliss] poured in like water. Dark stared intently at the statue's expression, noticing that the statue's facial expression did indeed twitch.
"Spellcasting! At this moment, Dark, enduring the overwhelming power of [Elysium], activated [Elysium 1] with a Normal Summon, attempting to guide the influx of [Elysium] towards Impmon! The first time he encountered this, he panicked and resorted to destroying Spellcards as a last resort. But this time, he was prepared and took advantage of the situation, believing that it was better to guide than to block."
The [Elysium] flowing from its body, through [Elysium 1] as an intermediary, continuously flowed into Impmon's body! At the same time, the statue, bathed in the intense moonlight, was also frantically absorbing the essence of the moon.
The liquid spheres created by the seven couples were immediately sucked up by her.
Holy Night, worship, sacrifice. The rituals continue.
The power of longing, the power of [Elysium], the power of moonlight? And the primordial power that lingered within the statue itself—these many powers continuously fused and fermented within its body. A corner of the mist long buried in the dust of history peeked out. The ancient ruler of the mountain revealed a trace of his aura from his eternal slumber. The entire Saint Marian Castle trembled.
Anna and Angie, who were still running through the castle corridors, were instantly surrounded by the light halos released by the fairies and forcibly brought to Principal Arte's side.
Almost all the professors at St. Marian wore solemn expressions.
Professor Lily was the only one who looked up, then pursed her lips and lay back down.
Pandora, having successfully defeated Behemoth in the final boss fight, suddenly looked down at a certain spot in the castle. Her telepathically connected white dragon then let out a long, drawn-out roar.
Professor Cazell packed his books, stood up, and walked out of his office.
Dark held aloft [Elysium 1], continuously channeling the goddess's power into Impmon. Bathed in this immense power, Impmon's brow shone brightly, and the Great Sin Crest, clearer and brighter than ever before, emerged. A continuous stream of power was frantically absorbed by Impmon through the transformation of the Great Sin Crest. With the Crest at its core, its entire body began to glow, eventually forming a gigantic luminous entity. Its life structure underwent a drastic transformation! From a bat-like Impmon, it gradually transformed into a black cat, curled up like an infant, hugging its knees.
A flicker of excitement crossed Dark's eyes. His original intention was to absorb the energy within the statue at the crucial moment, causing it to suffer a backlash during the ritual. But now, it seemed things were developing in an unpredictable direction. Good.
He couldn't predict it, but Impmon's evolution hadn't stopped! Within the enormous luminous body, the black cat, curled up in a ball, stretched its limbs under the continuous influx of energy, its entire form rapidly transforming into a human female shape.
That was a noble and powerful fallen angel, the embodiment of sexiness and beauty, an exquisitely alluring Ultimate-level Digimon—LadyDevimon!
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Chapter 107 LadyDevimon: Master's Mission [17.5]
"Crack! [Paradise 1] Overwhelmed, cracks appeared. The demon beast within the luminous body gradually opened its eyes—crimson, blood-red eyes. Yet, a bewitching aura flowed within them."
Born from the convergence of highly pure dark power, LadyDevimon is extremely arrogant and easily provoked. The cloth on her left shoulder possesses its own will and can even speak human language, but she remains silent in front of others. Her wing-like black cloak, though tattered, allows her to fly at high speeds. Her left hand has enormous and dangerous claws that can transform into spears to pierce enemies.
Dark's mind flashed through information about LadyDevimon. Although his knowledge of Digimon was actually very limited, LadyDevimon, as a super popular Digimon in the original work, left a deep impression on him. However, the LadyDevimon in front of him gave him a slightly different feeling from what he remembered. Arrogance and irritability—no, none of that! There was only allure and seductive charm.
As [Elysium 1] shattered into fragments, the transmission and transfer of power abruptly ceased. LadyDevimon lifted her arms and landed lightly. Her movements were graceful, her waist slender, and her toes touched the ground silently. The alluring aura emanating from her eyes gradually faded, yet she remained as alluring as if dripping with water. Dark had initially worried that LadyDevimon would become uncontrollable like BlackGatomon. But he quickly realized that this worry was completely unfounded. Because LadyDevimon had indeed become uncontrollable before =.=.w just like BlackGatomon.
After a brief moment of confusion, LadyDevimon caught her master's scent. She suddenly turned, a radiant smile blooming on her face, her eyes filled with nothing but her master's image. She was about to embrace him. Dark quickly reached out to block her, but ended up blocking the wrong thing. LadyDevimon pressed even closer, her eyes filled with a thick, alluring mist that seemed impossible to dispel. Even at such close range, the fragrance emanating from her body was irresistible. Dark quickly withdrew his hand, his face flushing slightly – from haste. Humanoid Digimon and Beast-type Digimon cannot be equated. Facing BlackGatomon and Umbreon, even with their skillful, tender tongues, Dark could maintain his composure and avoid impure thoughts. But if the object was LadyDevimon…
He quickly pulled out his Sorting Card, preparing it as a life-saving measure in a critical moment. Fortunately, LadyDevimon, as a Perfect-level Digimon, actually possessed far greater control over the energy within her body than BlackGatomon, a Champion-level Digimon. She wasn't actually completely overwhelmed by the power of "Elysium"; her essence remained "Devimon." Therefore, upon seeing the Sorting Card, LadyDevimon immediately ceased her predatory behavior, merely slightly parting her rosy lips and lightly licking the corner of her mouth with her tongue: "Master, would you be willing to go to the underworld with me?"
But as soon as she said that, Dark saw through her true nature. So Dark regained his composure: "Little Devimon, can you hold it?" The witch squinted slightly, sensing for a moment, then opened her eyes and said, "Unlike when it evolved into BlackGatomon, there are some other substances inside, preventing me from sinking..."
Dark looked up at the ceiling. The intense moonlight, seemingly inexhaustible, continued to pour in through the mirror-like surface of the ceiling. The goddess statue, bathed in moonlight, showed no further cracks despite having most of its [Ecstasy] drained away. Moonlight is pure, and should be incompatible with the power of sin, but the opposite was true. They seemed to be getting along perfectly. Dark suddenly rubbed his eyes, wondering if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the goddess statue on the altar seemed to have shrunk—"No, it's not an illusion, it has definitely shrunk! And the rate of shrinking is accelerating!" A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Dark exclaimed in surprise, "Could the so-called resurrection really just be bringing the statue to life, shrinking it to human size, and then bringing it to life?!" This was so different from the "resurrected goddess" Dark had imagined that he didn't know how to react. But LadyDevimon suddenly said, "Master, give me a mission!" Dark was slightly taken aback, then realized that he wasn't as insightful as Impmon. No matter how the goddess statue was resurrected, things had progressed to the point where the two sides were irreconcilable enemies. There was no other way. So he immediately said, "Destroy it, LadyDevimon!" LadyDevimon smiled charmingly, "Since it's Master's mission, then I'll gladly accept." Before she finished speaking, she had already spread her tattered cloak like wings and flown to the front of the goddess statue. "Dark Pulse!" The moment she raised her arms, countless dark substances like bats were suddenly released. But the goddess statue instantly lit up with white light, actually annihilating all those dark substances! LadyDevimon's expression immediately turned serious, and the claws of her left hand transformed into "Dark Spears," piercing through the white light with a fierce force, and then directly thrusting towards the statue! "Crack!" The statue was utterly helpless, and the dark spear pierced a gaping hole in it! The statue's face grew even more venomous. The demon beast licked its lips, a strange excitement flickering in its eyes. It raised its left hand again, and the dark spear rained down, piercing the statue without resistance, leaving it riddled with countless holes! The holes clustered together, finally collapsing completely under the final thrust, forming a massive crater that almost severed the statue in half! Through the enormous hole, only the abyss-like, unfathomable darkness within the statue's body could be seen. "Blasphemer!" The dignified statue finally screamed. Without the divine power mirror, its voice was like the scraping of shards of glass, hoarse and grating. "I am a demon!" The demon beast laughed wildly, releasing the [Dark Wave] once more. Instantly, countless bat-like dark substances condensed, swarming towards every corner of the statue like moths to a flame. The statue's outer shell was no match for the bats' erosion, and it was quickly devoured. When all the bats suddenly...
However, the goddess statue on the altar had been transformed into a pitch-black object with only a human outline!
In that instant, the dark entity suddenly retaliated! Caught off guard, it completely enveloped the demon beast, forming a massive, writhing black mass! The intense moonlight streaming down from the mirror, still shone on the black mass under the influence of the ritual. The ritual continued.
Dark's expression changed drastically as he held the Sorting Card!
Chapter 108 Angewomon: Reborn from Mud
It's like being unable to recall a troll after it goes berserk. To recall a familiar or magical spirit back to the card, the Mage needs to receive some of its own energy. The Mage is in a state of being unable to respond.
Then it can only be forced to 3 times. And the requirement for forced 3 times is that the mage's magic power must be higher than that of the magic spirit! The power signal injected into the body of the dead man's body cannot reach the good woman.
This made him feel very uneasy. The phenomenon before him was simply too disturbing. Usually, when something like this happens, it's the beginning of something sinister, bizarre, or even possession!
Especially as the moonlight grew stronger and gradually narrowed to a point
It felt like the ceremony had finally come to an end.
Everything seemed to be settling down!
Dark didn't have much time to think. The vortex of prayers from the Seafood Cult suddenly became volatile. The black mass also churned violently like boiling water. Then, the last sliver of moonlight was completely absorbed.
The black, lumpy object suddenly stopped rolling. The world seemed to freeze in that instant, only the melody grew louder, and the night sky regained its clarity. The moonlight was no longer obscured. Everything seemed to have reached a moment where nothing could have happened.
But the black, lumpy substance within that divine segment began to flow downwards. The filthy black matter flowed to the ground, spreading out like a pool of sewage.
A wisp of white light flowed from the initial entanglement, then blossomed into a gentle, refreshing light. A feeling of extreme softness, yet also extreme ambition, rose from the depths of the heart, generating genuine joy. Being bathed in this light brought an extremely... A holy archangel with eight pairs of snow-white wings emerged from the pitch-black mud: "Little Devil Beast Dark tentatively called out. A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, beginning—"It is the accumulation of the moon, also the accumulation of Mother Earth." But Angewomon only slightly raised its head, a sneer appearing at the corner of its mouth: "You're just an Angewomon?" Dark was silent for a moment, then uttered a few words: "No, you're just a... 'Skin poison is nothing but emptiness, my root god has already awakened.'" The Angewomon, oh no, the Moon Goddess, showed no anger. Instead, she chuckled lightly, as if she were holding a ray of moonlight in her hand, forming a moon vein.
That was the moon: a manifestation of the moon's power. She reached out again, and a sacred bow appeared in her left hand.
"You blasphemer, you will be punished!" The Moon Goddess placed her right hand, the Moon Goddess's bow, on her sacred bow. The light emanating from the Moon Goddess suddenly intensified. Then, the bow was fully drawn, and a bolt of lightning shot forth.
Arrow to +.
Shield 4. Dark summoned [Pot Pot] in time to protect his chest. But after enduring the Moon Maiden's casual strike, countless food appeared on the pot's hard shell.
Magic Power: 900-1 [Sturdy: Passive skill, magical spirits with this skill cannot be instantly killed. 1um]
Having survived the ordeal thanks to the Broken Skill Book, the Potts suddenly became weak. Dark quickly scooped it up and then used a slide to escape to the temple gate. Even at its toughest, the Potts was still just a three-star card that could be normally summoned. The Moon Maiden, Shizuka, easily pierced its defenses with just a little effort.
"Magic Summoning! In this critical moment, Dark once again broke through the Extreme Eye Summoning Time, condensing it to 4. After taking the [Energy Potion], the potion finally regained some strength. Without Dark's command, it immediately used its super-powerful tentacles [Power Divided 1] to try to weaken the Moon Maiden's power."
But the psychic power released by Shuckle was easily neutralized by the Moon Goddess! K realized he was in dire straits. He touched his card pack, his face slightly pale. Shuckle was arguably his greatest asset, followed by Umbreon in its Elysium state. The [Silence Potion], a potion that counteracts certain effects, couldn't play a decisive role at this moment. But it was also impossible to contend with the Moon Goddess who had swallowed LadyDevimon.
However, the next moon goddess's seed had already reached the crescent moon. The sound-suppressing potion machine was thrown forcefully at the moon goddess! Dark didn't have time to think, he simply waved his hand, summoning the [Silence-Suppressing Potion]. The moon goddess's seed shot out, piercing the potion bottle. The [Silence-Suppressing Potion] exploded, forming a cloud of mist, rushing out, waiting for the 0-magic-bound original space, then immediately summoned the illusionary image: and the blissful 1. Dark stood in the city of beauty, the market quantity of the market, disregarding the situation, pounced forward. Seeing the evolved Umbreon's eyes gleaming. At the crucial moment, Dark had a flash of inspiration and immediately lay down on a [Pride 1] ship, its golden light shining into the heart of the image. Umbreon's frivolous eyes held a hint of reason, which made it quietly stop its direct pounce. However, its eyes still provoked.
There was a sense of feigned reluctance. "It actually worked!" Dark's mind raced.
When I used [Paradise 1] just now, I did not form a connection with the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess Jing, who is no longer subservient to you, has already been able to control her own energy, and the battle against the defeated Wood Demon has ended.
The Moon Goddess followed closely behind, her newly curved Moon Arrow taking another aim.
An arrow of light flew in. Sensing the danger, Umbreon retaliated with a Shadow Ball! However, before the Shadow Ball could even touch Umbreon's true form, it was purified by sacred light.
"Bang!" Umbreon let out a scream, directly hit by the shockwave from the Moon Goddess Jane.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Darke ducked around the corner, panting heavily.
"The level difference is too great!" Shouldn't this be the time for the hero to appear? "Where is the hero?" Dark's thoughts were already somewhat chaotic. But he was still trying to think.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.
"Wait, hero—" Isn't it right in my bag? The Moon God fanned the new little pipe following, as the first double light after the important matter.
She was very satisfied with Angewomon's Pikachu. While Pikachu was also to her liking, she felt that female creatures should indeed be sacred. She possessed immense potential. Moreover, this Pikachu seemed to harbor enormous power, enough to recapture the glory of her past. If she could unleash that potential, she intuitively felt she could regain at least a fraction of her former glory.
The shadows of the southerners swayed, and the Moon Maiden's heart once again condensed into a seed of the Moon.
But what appeared before her was a magnificent, radiant throne.
Chapter 109 Darkdemon Awakens the Light of the Soul
Shine forth, light of the soul!
The moment the sound rang out, the Moon Goddess instinctively loosened her grip on the arrow, and the Moon God Arrow shot forth! The stag, originally belonging to the Hero's Son, had already raised its head, and the white light emanating from between its antlers was exceptionally intense! wh→[Ultimate Skill: Light of the Mind! 1 The Moon God Arrow was instantly engulfed by the white light, but the two were not actually separated. m The arrow passed straight through the white light, piercing directly through the stag's head! The stag died instantly. But the Light of the Mind had been fully released, shining upon the Moon Goddess without any impact! The Moon Goddess suddenly let out a scream. Dark stood at the corner, leaning against the wall, his hand tightly gripping the [Magical Beast: Stag] card, magic power still flowing into it continuously. whl As a magical beast personally created by the Hero's Son, the power hidden within this magic card was something even the Hero's Son himself had not yet deciphered. However, Dark had already sensed its special nature when he learned that his magical beast was a stag. After all, in the original Harry Potter books, Harry Potter's Patronus was a glowing stag! Moreover, this stag's ultimate attack was called "Light of the Mind." Magical spirits' ultimate attacks were never named randomly. Since it was called "Light of the Mind," it must be a manifestation of mental power. And speaking of mental power, one must mention the Mind Mage Red, and Red's Mind Summoning Technique! Dark had just read "Mind Mage Red's Summoning Technique Lecture 1 - Differences Between Magical Spirit Summoning and Other Magical Summoning Techniques," and was quite familiar with Mind Summoning...
I know a little bit. The essence of Mind Summoning is what's called "bond," which is the mental connection between the mage and the magical spirit!
The accumulation of knowledge finally paid off.
Driven by a desperate will to survive, Dark, using the "Light of the Heart" as a medium, finally rebuilt a spiritual connection with Impmon. Although Dark always treated Impmon as a test subject, the unwavering trust built up day after day had created an extremely deep relationship. Through this spiritual connection, he "saw" Impmon sleeping soundly in LadyDevimon's form, clinging to the Moon Goddess's neck! Dark tried to wake it: "Six o'clock." A very simple sentence. But Impmon jolted awake and opened its eyes: "Six o'clock, time to go to the cafeteria to get breakfast and the newspaper for Master." Then, the Moon Goddess let out a scream.
"Devimon"—or more accurately, "LadyDevimon" for now—awakened and immediately began vying for control of her body with the Moon Goddess. A fierce battle raged between their consciousnesses in the mental world. Supported by Dark's mental power, LadyDevimon was in no way inferior to the Moon Goddess, who had only been resurrected from a wisp of remnant consciousness. As the struggle intensified, in reality, Angewomon's body became distorted and swollen, her snow-white wings gradually turning black, and her hands and feet began to fight each other.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Angewomon's skin tore apart inch by inch. Black lumps crawled out from the cracks, crawling back onto Angewomon's body like worms. The Moon Goddess lost all composure, clutching her head and slowly curling up. In the blink of an eye, her entire body was once again buried in the black lumps. Dark kept his eyes tightly closed, continuing to maintain the mental connection with LadyDevimon. *Slap!* LadyDevimon's right hand slapped hard across the Moon Goddess's fair cheek.
The Moon Goddess responded in anger. In the realm of the mind, the demon beast and the Moon Goddess, who had initially engaged in a public spat, were now locked in a full-blown fistfight, both panting heavily. Upon discovering that the Moon Goddess's body was beginning to crumble, the demon beast's spirits soared, and it burst into maniacal laughter: "My noble body is not something you lowly servants can violate!"
The Moon Goddess's eyes turned bloodshot: "You mere demon LadyDevimon!" "It's the noble LadyDevimon who's going to draw!" The Moon Goddess: "Let's have a one-on-one fight!" *Slap!* LadyDevimon: "I have a man, why shouldn't I use him?" *Slap!*
Moon Goddess: 'Damn it (" > m < ) Ahahahahahaha!'
Unlike the intense activity within the mental world, an eerie silence fell over the secret passage. A moment later, a small fairy with butterfly wings entered from above. Professor Didi appeared silently before Dark, hovering half a meter in front of him. But Dark, with his eyes closed and absorbed in his mental work, remained completely unaware. Professor Didi stared at him strangely for a long time, then flapped her wings and flew towards the blocky object formed by the moon goddess. Looking at the mountain-like, constantly writhing block, Professor Didi felt an intense headache coming on. She couldn't understand how things had developed to this point. Could such a useless goddess truly grant her wish?