High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1748: Chapter 492: In the Moonlight

The deceased Druid Grand Priest Seberk once said that members of the Dark Council are wizards living in the gaps of the world.

This statement holds some truth, yet it is not entirely accurate.

Because the clans of the Moon Council have more valid and complete reasons to prove to the Great Druid that they are the wizards living in the gaps.

Especially the Blood Race and Werewolves, one relishing blood, the other craving fresh meat — these habits and traditions are contrary to the morals of traditional wizards and can almost be seen as symbols of ’evil’ and ’cruelty.’ Even categorizing them as demons would not be unjust — many old-school wizards have long opposed including these clans of the Moon Council into the Alliance, attempting to liken them to Horse-Men, Fishmen, and other magical creatures.

Yet, the reason the Moon Council remains the Moon Council, becoming one of the three pillars of the Mage Alliance, and not fearing the denouncement by conservative wizards, lies in the fact that whenever necessary, the Moon Council can always provide the Mage Alliance with ’one more’ legendary combat power.

With the witness of a long-standing pact, the five members of the Moon Council’s upper house can use ancient magic to evolve a being with legendary combat power.

The Moon.

Born from the beliefs of the clans of the Moon, with no independent will, its true form is a full moon. Under the moonlight, the recovery, combat ability, and magic strength of moonlit creatures are greatly enhanced, while it suppresses any creatures hostile to the moonlit.

Simultaneously, as a legend, it possesses powers any legend would have.

Such as evolving worlds.

Such as transcending dimensional bounds.

And such as confronting other legends.

”Decree!”

”Honor the shadow over the jewel, peace under the moon!”

A cold and lofty voice reverberates across the entire Black Prison Battlefield, indistinguishable between male and female, but unmistakably noble. Under the decree, the moonlight grows strong, suppressing the sun, magma, and the magical radiance unleashed by wizards and demons, making them fine and weak. Numerous spells in bloom collectively fall silent, quietly extinguished under the silvery moonlight.

Honoring the shadow over the jewel, time is more precious than jade jewels.

No existence can steal the power of time under this decree.

Specifically targeted by this decree, the Tiber Dragon feels it particularly deeply.

The Jade Talisman falls from the moon, directly hitting the circular Tiber Dragon in mid-air, with a pop, turning into dust. The jade powder sprinkles down upon the dragon’s body.

The original ’click, click’ of the ticking hands stops between two marks, trembling violently, unable to advance; the bronze-colored dragon’s body, coated with a layer of hazy moonlight, as if submerged in a shadow, the whole figure starts to blur, seemingly ready to disappear completely the next second.

Below.

Beside the collapsed cell ruins.

The Rat Immortal, already turned into a skeleton, gently sighs, places a hand on his chest, and performs a serious salute toward the sky before turning to look at the Three-headed, Eight-armed Giant Ape.

The entire process appears slightly slow because, in mid-air, the legendary power belonging to the wizards is suppressing all the demons present, making it difficult for them to resist. The silver-white moonlight, like sticky glue, binds the movements of the Rat Immortal. But its pale bones, after being coated with a layer of moonlight, instead reveal a touch of jade color, appearing much more translucent.

”Thank you very much.” It does not overlook Professor Yao’s involvement.

The Giant Ape’s indifferent gaze sweeps over the Rat Skeleton and several other Dark Councilors struggling in the moonlight, seemingly ignoring his gratitude, speaking coldly: ”Submit... Danghag will grant you due justice.”

”Justice?”

The Rat Immortal’s skeleton mouth opens, finally glancing at the gray barrier behind him, a note of bitterness in his voice: ”Perhaps... But like hope, the steps of justice are always late.”

As he speaks, he raises his hand, looks at his withered claw bones, pauses, and corrects himself: ”No, not late. The justice of the pact arrives very promptly.”

In the moonlight, the jade color on the Rat Immortal’s hand bone is gradually fading, spots of black begin to appear on the pale bones, resembling mold from decay.

Nearby, the Wandering Wizard’s cold laugh is heard, his voice somewhat distorted under the moonlight, sounding particularly sharp: ”...A pact is just; you should have realized this before taking the Philosopher’s Stone! You will be dragged into the void by the Power of the Pact, never to be reborn!”

”No,” the Rat Immortal quietly looks at the Wandering Wizard, gently replies, ”I will honor the pact with the council... just like honoring my promise with the juice.”

Before he finishes speaking, pale flames rise from under his feet, spreading across his whole body in moments, lacking any warmth typical of flames, cold, silent, and chilling.

The Rat Immortal stands in the raging fire, silently gazing at the gray barrier, watching the swirling Xuan Huang aura within as if he can see a Little Witch sitting in a warm room, book in hand, merrily indulging in delicious snacks.

It grins.

The pale flames swiftly surge up, scorching through its mouth, nostrils, and eyes, burning every inch of its bone. The fire finally makes a sound, a faint bleeping and popping, but from start to finish, the Big Mouse being burned utters not a single sound.

The Young Wizards in the shallow pit, the Dark Council members, the Three-headed, Eight-armed Giant Ape, and even the full moon hanging in mid-air all witness this scene.

”How will it fulfill the pact?” Great Witch Lin Chi queries the ghost beside him, his voice somewhat cold. The Young Wizards in the shallow pit glare angrily at this but are directly ignored by the Great Witch.

Anglafell, draped in a veil of moonlight like a gossamer robe—she belongs to the Ghosts of the Moon but also to the Dark Council, this advantage allowing her to temporarily replace the Wandering Wizard as the most authoritative member among the councilors of the Dark Council:

”The core of the pact between the Rat Immortal and the council is only one point, assisting Giant Zero Three in unleashing that forbidden curse.”

”The Philosopher’s Stone is extremely important to Giant Zero Three, but not indispensable... as long as there is a Great Wizard willing to offer their soul, replacing that alchemical gemstone, to become the new core of Giant Zero Three... or rather, become the soul of Giant Zero Three.”

”It just so happens the Rat Immortal only sacrificed its flesh.”

”The soul belonging to the Great Wizard remains intact.”

”If it does not wish to be dragged into the eternal void by the Power of the Pact, it can choose to inhabit the shell of Giant Zero Three, then fulfill the pact with the council... the only concern is whether Giant Zero Three can exist after releasing the forbidden curse.”

Nearby, the Wandering Wizard’s cold laugh sounds again: ”Being dragged into the void or being destroyed by the forbidden curse makes no difference... This isn’t a choice; it’s merely delayed suicide.”

Poof.

After reaching its maximum intensity, the pale flames suddenly contract into a cluster. Within the fire, the Rat Immortal’s small bones collapse simultaneously, turning into scattered bone powder, merging into the contracted cluster of pale fire.