Whoosh—
The dream tried to devour the Deep Sea, yet Germain vanished from within its grasp.
By the time the Blood Moon reacted, Germain had already reappeared behind it, his hand gripping the Burial Blade, which came crashing down in a merciless arc.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
From the monstrous body of the Blood Moon, countless tendrils lashed outward, weaving together into a writhing wall of flesh.
The Burial Blade struck fiercely, cutting through the barrier, severing tendrils left and right—yet the force of Germain's strike had already been broken.
The Blood Moon turned in that instant.
Its enormous bat-like wings swung with devastating force, sweeping Germain away like a rag doll.
He was flung across the sky, blood spraying as his body convulsed from the impact.
Mid-air, he forced himself to stop, his figure staggering in the winds.
Half of his flesh was torn raw, and the bone of his left cheek was exposed beneath the gore.
Yet even so, Germain twisted in the air, grabbing several of the still-falling Sky Demons, slashing them down one after another.
Their deaths restored a portion of his shattered body.
Suddenly, he felt it—darkness enveloping him.
His head snapped upward.
The Blood Moon hovered directly above, chanting once again that cursed incantation.
"I will strip away your strength."
Sure enough, a fragment of Germain's power tore itself free, surging uncontrollably into the Blood Moon's grasp.
He could do nothing to stop it.
A grim turn of events.
But not without a silver lining.
Because Germain's strike had interrupted the Blood Moon's dream-devouring ritual, the Deep Sea broke free from the illusion entirely, regaining its freedom.
It realized instantly what had happened—that Germain had saved it, though at the cost of losing yet more of his strength.
The Deep Sea could not allow this to continue.
If it did, Germain's powers would one day be drained dry by the Blood Moon.
With that thought, it surged forward, wrapped in thunder and storm, descending like doomsday itself toward the Blood Moon.
Forced to defend, the Blood Moon wheeled around, gathering its might to counter the Deep Sea's wrath.
Meanwhile, Germain calmly assessed himself.
This time, what had been stolen from him was the Collector's Head and the Wriggling of the Deformed Limp Stalker's .
Yet he did not panic.
Instead, he composed himself, adjusting his essence and weaving together the powers of five different Emblems within him.
With steady resolve, he aligned his strength with the Deep Sea.
Silver wings burst wide from his back.
Germain soared once more toward the Blood Moon.
Two demigods—Germain and the Deep Sea—joined forces.
Their combined might crashed down upon the Blood Moon.
BOOM—!
Three overwhelming forces collided.
The sky shook, and a catastrophic explosion erupted in the skies.
That was pure energy unleashed!
Rumble——
The aftershock of the explosion tore through the surrounding mist, scattering it completely and revealing a blood-red full moon in the sky. The world seemed bathed in Blood light.
Whoosh——
Germain, his body shattered and barely intact, plummeted from the sky. Luckily, his consciousness remained, allowing him to quickly regain balance.
He froze mid-air, letting his wounds accelerate their regeneration.
Cough, cough——
Germain coughed violently for a moment, struggling to breathe, but eventually he felt significantly better. He lifted his head again—and froze at the horrifying sight before him.
The "Blood Moon" had changed its form once more.
The black bat-like shape had vanished, replaced by a massive tangle of enormous tentacles hanging down from above, each adorned with countless red eyes.
One by one, the red eyes opened, staring down in sheer terror.
At the same time, on both Germain and "Deep Sea," the wounds inflicted by it began to crawl with tiny black dots.
Germain squinted, and recognition hit him immediately—these were the "Messenger Imps" he knew all too well.
The frail, helpless little Imps had climbed onto the Blood Moon's monstrous form, offering themselves up as nothingness to heal it.
In the next moment, Germain turned his gaze elsewhere.
There, "Deep Sea," just as battered and wounded as he was, appeared. It waved its tentacles toward Germain, signaling that it was still alive.
Germain didn't look at Deep Sea any further; in truth, he could barely save himself.
After consuming who knows how many Messenger Imps, the Blood Moon suddenly spread all its tentacles outward. With a single sweeping motion, its entire body rose even higher.
The voice of Deep Sea echoed in his mind.
"He's about to temporarily lift the 'Planetary Seal,' unleashing the last of his power… Don't let him succeed!"
'Deep Sea' spoke and immediately soared into the air, ignoring the injuries on his body.
Germain followed without hesitation.
Two beams of light shot straight upward, whistling through the air.
But even so, they were a step too late.
The 'Blood Moon' fully unfurled its tentacles in the sky, suddenly clutching the 'Blood Full Moon.'
The moon itself was forcibly shifted, moving slowly across the sky, growing even redder.
The next moment, Germain was engulfed in red light, frozen high above the ground.
He couldn't move, and one by one, the powers within him were stripped away!
"Burial Blade."
"Thunder Warhammer."
"Spiral Staff."
"Dark Badge."
"Resentment Badge."
"Deep Sea Badge."
In a single instant, six distinct types of power were ripped from Germain!
'Deep Sea' also sensed his own power being drained, though it was not as pronounced as Germain's.
He ignored Germain's condition and surged straight toward the 'Blood Moon.'
He had to stop it at all costs!
In no time, the raging hurricane and roaring thunder clashed head-on with the ever-shifting 'Blood Full Moon' in the sky.
Boom—
The explosion's force was even more terrifying than the previous one, sending Germain flying backward.
Though he had broken free from the earlier immobilization, most of his usable power was gone.
Germain tilted his head upward and saw that the aftermath of the explosion had quietly dissipated.
What followed, however, was something he didn't want to see.
The 'Blood Full Moon' remained almost intact, with only a small patch of black, like a sunspot.
'Deep Sea,' on the other hand, had been torn apart, his power vanishing…
The demigod continuously disintegrated in midair, most of his body reduced to dust.
The remnants burned like paper in a flame…
He understood his current state.
With what little clarity remained, he cast a glance downward at Germain and let out a sigh.
"I still underestimated the full power of the Blood Moon… dragging you into this was my desperate gamble, but… it still failed…"
"This is my final strength. Accept it… and please… protect our dignity."
With those words, Deep Sea's remains completely dissipated.
Yet, Germain absorbed the last trace of his power.
Still, in the face of the Blood Full Moon high above, it was utterly insignificant.
The death of a demigod is not eternal.
In fact, as long as a loyal Apostle of the Gods continues to provide offerings through rituals, their resurrection is only a matter of time.
However, all the Apostles of the Gods for the recently deceased demigods had already perished.
This meant there was no one left to conduct the rituals for them.
Not to mention, the impending Outer God Swallowing Star in the coming centuries almost completely eliminates any chance of demigod resurrection.
Deep Sea could be considered truly dead, and by the same logic, the same applied to Germain.
If he were to die here, no one could bring him back either.
Everything would end here.
Deep Sea's final words, "Please protect our dignity," were an acknowledgment that Germain could not defeat the Blood Full Moon.
All he hoped for was that Germain could uphold the dignity of their rebellious demigod kind.
Germain glanced at the powers still remaining within him:
The Flesh Badge.
The Hunter's Badge.
The Teleport Lantern.
The Meat Saw Blade.
The Firearm.
He knew there was no way he could win. No amount of willpower or mental fortitude could change that truth.
He had fought valiantly before, but now his strength had been steadily drained. He could no longer overcome the Blood Full Moon.
In that instant, countless scenes flashed before his eyes, like a revolving lantern, until finally, his gaze settled on that one night:
The night he first met Don Freecss and learned the truth of the world from him.
Don said a lot, asking Germain what he thought.
He remembered clearly how he had spoken with Don.
"That's fine… To be honest, I don't understand scientific creation. I only know how to be a Hunter—to hunt my prey."
"The 'Demigods' occupy the Dark Continent, controlling the vast majority of its resources, all of which human society has long dreamed of."
"The 'Blood Moon' dominates the sky, blocking speed and height."
"If they all die, then every obstacle standing in humanity's way will disappear."
"Humans will be free to use the Dark Continent's resources, develop all kinds of science and technology, and even break through the atmosphere to reach outer space."
"Within fifty years, we will certainly achieve manned spaceflight."
"Within five hundred years, we will surely leave this planet, just like humanity did over two thousand years ago, embarking on a great migration through the universe."
"Perhaps there's truly no way to defeat enemies like the 'Outer Gods,' but at the very least, we can avoid them."
"If they want the ripe fruits, then let them take them. We will go after the unripe ones."
"This is my answer."
He made up his mind.
Germain conjured his meat-saw blade and his firearm, gripping them firmly, and boldly stared at the 'Blood Full Moon' in the sky.
"This is my answer."
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