Throne of Magical Arcana Chapter 415 The Scarlet Moon

No matter how worried he was about what happened to Natasha, he was unable to help her in the situation right now—Lucien was very well aware of this fact. Therefore, he managed to put all the thoughts behind and focused on what he was faced with right now.
With the castle's magic circles resisting the imposing pressure from the Legendary, Lucien was sheltered and could thus still stay focused. He looked up, and when he saw a remaining thin layer of the silver moon's light, his soul felt the special connection again.
Lucien quickly drew his conclusion: Although the moon was blocked, the remaining light was still able to provide power to the summoning magic circle, and the level of the magic circle was close to the power of Dracula! Also, it seemed that the summoning magic circle had a bit to do with Alterna, as She had left Her imprint on it!
Huge bad wings covered the entire sky. In the air, Prince Dracula gazed down at the castle furiously. All of a sudden, he merged into thick darkness, enveloping the surroundings and cutting off all the connections that the castle had with the moon.
Affected by the magic circles, Dracula could not see through the disguise brought by Transfiguration. However, since he was this close to the castle, he could be certain that the person standing in the hall was not Rhine due to the special connection between the first-generation vampires. He had mixed feelings about this: On one hand, he felt encouraged, because Rhine was obviously not in a favorable position right now or he would not have sent a filthy little bug here to carry out the rite for summoning the Primordial Ancestor of Vampire; On the other hand, he felt quite pissed that the bug had tricked him and was trying to summon the almighty God of the Silver Moon.
Prince Dracula's dark-red pupils gazed at Lucien. However, Lucien was not affected by what was going on outside of the castle at all. He lifted his hands with his eyes half closed, his magic robe swaying in the wind, and the monocle reflecting the light. In the ancient language of the vampire, Lucien cast the spell.
How was this possible?! Without the connection to the silver moon, how could the summoning rite still work?!
Prince Dracula could not stand it: Apparently, both the mysterious spell and the incredible spiritual imprint belonged exclusively to Rhine. Although Dracula had searched for it in the castle for several times, he found nothing. However, right now, it was obvious that this little bug definitely knew much more about the Primordial Ancestor than he did!
Dracula raised his head slightly and burst out a silent cry of anger. Under his overwhelming power, all things within a range of more than ten kilometers were crushed into ashes. The only things that survived were the Observer's Castle and the cliff on which it was located, thanks to the light shield.
However, under such great power, even the light shield started cracking and shaking violently, as if it were to collapse at any time.
Although what was going on outside was beyond horrible, Lucien was not affected, since he was not directly exposed to the power and horror. To him, it felt like watching a disaster movie with great visual effects. Meanwhile, he could still stay very focused on casting.
A small puddle of light from the silver moon emerged under Lucien, and soon the bright moonlight halo was formed again.
Seeing this, Dracula felt rather offended. How came this filthy tiny bug had such strong connection with the Primordial Ancestor?!
In great silence, a huge flock of bats was summoned by Dracula out the darkness, its amount large enough to block the entire night sky. Each one of them was of the size of a human's head, and they all had a pointy face and bloody fangs. As soon as these blood-thirsty bats landed on the light shield, the shield dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if its power was being quickly absorbed. Meanwhile, as soon as a bat was killed by the defense shield, a new one was born from the boundless darkness.
The power of the prince was so formidable that it could directly gain power from the shield like it was sucking blood!
"… The call from the blood prays for the reappearance of our Ancestor, may the silver moon pierce through the deepest darkness…" Lucien closed his eyes to stay concentrated, deciding not to look at the tottering light shield anymore.
The light of the shield had dimmed to an extreme, but it was still resisting the attack of the bats. Affected by the connection between the mysterious spell and the silver moon, Prince Dracula was acting in an irritated manner. He gathered all the bats together and formed a bloody mouth big enough to devour the entire castle.
The mouth opened and two white fangs were revealed against the moonlight. Fiercely, the fangs sank into the light shield.
Bang! The shield crashed and vanished.
"Defense magic circle severely damaged. Defense level lowered…"
As soon as Mikhalik's muffled voice was heard, the second layer of defense was directly destroyed by the fangs!
At the same time, Lucien felt that his soul had risen into the air. Although he was actually still standing in the hall, he was also somehow coldly overlooking Prince Dracula who was bitterly launching his attack. Lucien also saw more obscure scenes beyond description, which were stretching out in every direction incorporating all possibilities.
The bloody mouth disappeared, and the bats turned into roaring black waves. A huge, pale hand with sharp nails grew out of the bat crowd and targeted at the castle down there.
Dracula decided to find out who this filthy tiny bug was!
Lucien's expectation was that Observer's Castle could withstand the fierce attack from the legendary for a couple of minutes, but in truth, it only lasted for less than thirty seconds!
The energy wave on the surface of the light shield disappeared, and Dracula was just about to find out who was summoning the Primordial Ancestor.
However, at this moment, he saw a small silver moon rising behind the caster. Although not very bright, the pure moonlight covered the little bug within, so Dracula could not see anything.
Then the small silver moon became bigger and bigger, as if the real silver moon had descended inside the castle.
Meanwhile, the silver moon in the night sky had somehow mysteriously disappeared. Only a few stars were still hanging above.
In the silver moon behind Lucien, a figure with blond hair emerged. A pair of scarlet eyes could be seen clearly, and they were rather cold and indifferent.
As soon as the figure showed up, Lucien felt that his soul was no longer looking down from above, but was embraced by the boundless power of darkness. However, the dark power did not feel eerie or intimidating. Instead, it was peaceful and warm, and even sacred, like the embrace from mom at night, or the ultimate home to return to when life came to the end.
Panic flashed through Dracula's dark red pupils as soon as he saw the blond-haired figure. Flapping his huge black bat wings, he was about to leave and escape to another space.
The filthy little bug did it!
The little bug, with no distinguished blood at all, managed to summon the Primordial Ancestor!
Feeling the special connection, Lucien lowered his right hand, and the blond-haired figure also lowered the sword in its hand.
A slash of moonlight pierced through the darkness. Its light was so bright that it lit up the sky. Like a sharp blade, the moonlight split Dracula into two halves.
Ahhhhhh!
In the bitter scream, black smoke came out of Dracula's body. Then the two halves suddenly joined themselves together and quickly disappeared into the darkness without any hesitation.
It was a great pity for Lucien that even using the God of Silver Moon's power, he could only hurt Dracula slightly. But still, it was a great lesson for Dracula in thousands of years.
In fact, as the Vampire Prince, even when facing the God of Silver Moon, Dracula should have been able to fight against the moon power for a while and retreat remaining intact. However, his deep-buried fear toward the Primordial Ancestor had made him lose the will of fighting immediately!
With the single strike, the sacred power left Lucien's body. The power ascended into the sky and disappeared in the darkness.
At this moment, the real silver moon reemerged in the sky again. But inside it, the blond-haired figure was faintly revealed.
Lucien did not quite understand the situation.
Although he was very confused, he activated the scroll for Space Jump without delay. He had to seize the chance to leave this place, or Dracula might come back to him after the rite. Also, he could not rule out the possibility that Alterna, the God of Silver Moon, might choose to kill him to keep what happened a secret!
Before Lucien was thrown into the chaotic space currents, he took a last glance at the silver moon in the sky.
Hanging in the sky, the silver moon was incredibly bright and big. Lucien could still see the blond-haired figure in it. Besides, now the moon was rimmed with a layer of fixed black, gray, and white, inside of which there were fuzzy figures wandering around.
The blond-haired figure lifted the sword in hand again, and the gray layer was hacked into pieces.
When the solidified illusion was broken, there were light balls between the color of white and black flying up. Seemingly to both dead and alive, the light balls fiercely collided into the silver moon.
In Lucien's eyes, the elusive light balls were like clusters of black, gray, and white cloud. They looked down upon Lucien and were full of changes.
Time seemed to stop for a second. And then, the elusive scarlet moon, which was covered with the light balls, fell from sky fiercely. Trailing a tail of light, it pierced through the layers of barriers between the spaces and fell into a broad and strange world.
The world seemed to be a dimension that had never been discovered before. It was the most spacious dimension ever!
Meanwhile, however, the real silver moon was still hanging in the sky, but was dyed with a scarlet cover and appearing rather eerie.
That was the last scene that Lucien saw before he entered the space jump.
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Allyn. In a very tall astronomy tower.
Douglas spoke seriously. "We have to find that dimension and figure out what happened."
Beside him, a white-mustached old man wearing a pointed hat was subconsciously stroking the bright crystal ball in his hand. He said in a low voice,
"The scarlet moon. It this the beginning of an era of chaos and killing, but also revolution and development?"
The scarlet faded gradually, and the silver moon recovered its usual silence and coldness.