The distorted light snake stretched into an ethereal mist, and the silk threads that shimmered white unfurled into a cocoon twenty meters in diameter centered on the direction of the Moon Seed, like a cage that descended from it.

The pitch-black silhouette of Lopud lifted a fiery bolt against the massive body of the Moon Seed, the fiery molten silver bullet piercing through its skin, the massive flagella extending from the sarcoma wriggling in pain.

It is clear that this blow caused substantial damage to the great body. The rhythm of the Moon Seed's attack was disrupted, and the angry chelicerae stood in front of the exorcist Rao, turning into a passive defense.

Draenor clenched his shadowed palm into a fist, knowing that he had fallen into an exorcist dream, a being somewhere between a sleepwalker and a human.

He had previously read books describing this vision in the bookcase of the Dawn, an ancient spell of exorcism, using blood as a medium to connect himself with the eternal night dream created by the Creator. And when this dream comes, both the summoner and the beast to be hunted will disappear from reality, entering a space of light and shadow, where Draeno and Lopud stood.

The sarcoma of the Moon Seed struggled in agony, and the huge eyeball seemed to have been robbed of its vision for a split second, spinning frantically like a poor worm haunted by nightmares, trying to find a gap to escape the space.

The exorcist shook off the thorns like a tamer whipping the beast in a cage, the air torn into irregular polygons by the glow of the silver splintering blades, and let out a suffocating roar that left a bloody mouth on the sarcoma that encased the moon seed that would never heal.

The struggling tentacles turned back and grabbed the gap in the exorcist's attack and stabbed deep into his chest. As Lopud clutched the tentacle tightly, a force beyond human strength tossed him into the air, and he was on the verge of the cocoon's cocoon, completely pulling back, allowing Lopud to fall at an accelerated pace.

Boom –

The exorcist fell to the ground like a meteor, and drops of blood and shattered stones were blown into the air, leaving a cloud of radiating smoke.

The monster's eyes began to tremble, its desperate pupils turned upward, and it stared at the sky, almost obscured by the white light, and in mad frenzy, it clawed its giant claws against the protruding stone sculptures on the walls, trying to climb up like this.

"Leave...... Get out of here!! ”

From the moment when the colors were completely occupied by black and white, the inexplicable fear that had been haunting Draenor suddenly disappeared, and the arrogant whispers that had made people shudder seemed to feel the pain of being torn apart, and let out a cry of pleading. Draenor couldn't think about who those words were for, and his nearly broken arm had raised his greatsword, and the angry flames in his chest were burning again.

In an instant, an unprecedented rage swelled until it tore apart the membranes of reason, causing a torrent of power that made mortals tremble into all corners of their bodies with the force of bursting the embankment.

The ruptured muscle fibers healed quickly, wrapping tightly around the bones until they were cast into a steely body. Draenor carried his greatsword and walked towards the monster, embedding each step into the surface, leaving the mark of being burned by lava.

Dark fur gradually covered his skin, and his mouth full of sharp teeth spewed hot steam, and in a voice that almost roared, he pronounced the death sentence to the Moonseed:

"White Refining Fire!"

Angry, blazing, fire that tears the body into a black hole!

The power that was about to overflow was poured into the greatsword, and as his body moved at high speed, the vision of Draenor's eyes began to blur from both sides, and he rushed towards the monster trying to climb to the top of the tower like an unstoppable thunderbolt.

The powerful thrust freed him from the constraints of gravity and continued upward along the wall perpendicular to the ground. The moment sarcoma opened his eyes again, he noticed that there was a shadow hidden in the pupil, upside down, a baby curled up in it.

"Yike!!! Whining...... Yikes!!! ”

Even at the last moment, the Tsukino Seed, which had already taken on the rudiments of the Superior One, seemed to want to confuse Draenor's mind, and let out a baby's heart-rending cry.

"The nightmare is coming to an end, the 'superior' ......"

Draenor let out a shackled roar in his throat, claws stabbing into the monster's upper eyelid, the fiery blade piercing the eyeball, splitting the hidden reflection in two.

The candle that summoned the dream melted into a black liquid that spread along the cracked cracks in the masonry to the shape of a cobweb. Two shadows fell from the top of the Tower of Babel, one resembling a huge aggregate of flesh and blood, and the other looking insignificant in comparison, like a struggling ant, but holding the great sword stuck in the monster's body from beginning to end.

"Boom !!!"

The endless feeling of falling eventually ended in a violent impact.

Draenor could barely feel his presence, and he was sure that all he had left was this barely thinking brain, which was so exhausted that he didn't even want to pay attention to the memories that came to him, and could only wait helplessly for death to bring him endless coldness.

But just a few seconds before the White Refining Fire completely receded, his shattered body was once again slowly recovering due to divinity. He could feel the shattered bones holding up his weight again, and he turned his head sideways, staring at the decomposing sarcoma beside him with his newly formed eyes.

It began to rot, and the massive chelicerae were broken into four segments, and the embryo hidden in it set out on a journey to hell with the nightmare.

"Lopud ......"

Draenor didn't expect to pronounce the name first the moment he regained his ability to speak, and his fingers, which were still exposed to the air, grabbed the bricks beside him, and carried his body to the place where the exorcist had fallen.

I don't know how long it took, but finally a faint voice came from the rubble, like muttering to itself, so low that even the sigh was extremely harsh.

"Fifteen seconds is still too short...... The nightmare is over, and our hunt is over......"

In the rubble of the rubble, Draenor saw the broken figure of Lopud, his face covered in lines that resembled ceramic shards, as if he had lost the strength to stand up forever.

It's over, the Azra, the beasts, the nightmare, the moon seeds, all this will be gone......

Raising his head and looking at the starry sky imprisoned at the top of the Tower of Babel, Draenor felt his newly regained consciousness fall into numbness again, he was shot into the target like a bullet, and now trapped in this broken building Zheng An empty sadness welled up in his heart, I don't know why, maybe it was because of this sudden confusion.

The fragile flames disappeared completely, and everything around them began to regain their original color, and a figure ran out of the intertwining of light and shadow, as if shouting something......

Suddenly, the comforting sense of confusion was shattered by the roar of something, and a bloody snake emerged from the place where the sarcoma began to rot, splattering with disgusting blood the moment it fell to the ground.

The thing didn't have a head, just a crack that resembled a mouth. It was crawling this way, and Draenor knew that the thing was aimed at his heart, and the greatsword was at his hand, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand and grab the weapon!

The blood snake smelled the smell of blood emanating from his body, and his deformed body began to wriggle, jumping towards Draenor at an almost insane speed!

"......"

In the moment of life and death, a shadow covered his vision, and his body trembled from being attacked.

"Jeanne!"

He forced himself to get up, but his feet were as heavy as two iron balls. He saw Jeanne hold the tail of the blood snake tightly, and with her right hand pulled the dagger from her waist and stabbed into the monster's body, scarlet blood splashed like a fountain in all directions, and she almost used all her strength to pull out the blood snake that tried to burrow into her body, and threw it hard onto the terrace between the stone pillars.

"What is that...... Jeanne covered the wound in her abdomen, blood gushing down her fingers.

Draenor looked at the monster lying on the edge of the terrace, it was like a bloodstained pipe, it couldn't tell the end apart, it couldn't be any kind of creature......

It was a wriggling umbilical cord.