Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 690 - Moonlight Greatsword · Yellow

Silver moonlight splashed in all directions, and the greatsword wielded by the unfamiliar Circle Sorcerer hit the pitch-black chains held in both of Shard’s hands. That was the “Great Sin Chain,” which, though lacking in Attack Power, unlike the Moonlight Greatsword which had shattered many times, the “Great Sin Chain” had never broken.

The sword could not sever the chain, and of course, the chain could not shatter the sword. It turned into a test of strength between Shard and his adversary, but even with the enhanced state, the Five-Ring Sorcerer only managed to slightly overpower Shard:

“Damn it, where the hell are you from?”

He still didn’t understand, while Shard stared at the sword before him, a sword he knew well. He had fought with it many times, but it was the first time he had been attacked by this sword, the first time observing the full view of the “Moonlight Greatsword” from the perspective of the sword’s tip:

“I see.”

His body vanished and reappeared ten meters away, flinging the “Great Sin Chain” out from his hands, but as he didn’t use the techniques of wielding a whip, the chain merely frightened the opponent into taking a step back.

Shard looked up at the moon in the sky, and on the corner of the revealed Ring of Fate behind him, the “Yellow Moon” Spirit Rune flickered with light. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and the light in the palm of his hand, representing the pale yellow moon, flickered at the frequency of his breath.

Standing in the dense forest, it was as if he were back in the Forest of Thousand Trees, as if he saw Miss Orland before him once again, displaying her unique Arcane Technique.

He rushed towards the Five-Ring Sorcerer ten meters away with empty hands and closed eyes. The opponent, puzzled by what Shard aimed to do, first fired a glowing Light Bullet with his hand, which Shard easily dodged, and then the opponent readied his greatsword for the encounter.

As they met, the silver moonlight hacked at Shard’s shoulder. Meanwhile, the light in Shard’s palm finally synchronized its frequency with the flickering light of the Spirit Rune behind him:

“Perhaps, I really do have a Talent for the Arcane Technique of moonlight.”

Ten seconds had passed, and his figure vanished under the sword, appearing behind the man. The man immediately swung his sword back, and Shard finally opened his eyes.

Affected by the Yellow Moon overhead, he stood in its presence:

“Moonlight Greatsword!”

Clang!

Pale yellow moonlight fragments scattered alongside silver moonlight fragments. Shard held a long pale yellow longsword, blocking the opponent’s Silver Greatsword.

The power of a Spirit Rune was weaker than that of a Core Spirit Rune, so the Yellow Moon Greatsword in his hand was weaker than the Silvermoon Greatsword. But the Silvermoon Greatsword was weakened in the hands of anyone other than its master. Hence, when both swords collided, both developed fine cracks.

The Dark Vortex appeared once again beside the man, and this time, Iluna accurately caught the mirror.

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Under the immense force, both swords shattered at the same time, the Demon Eye effect lost efficacy, and Shard regained control over Silvermoon – the “Moonlight Greatsword.” The Circle Sorcerer from the Truth Society could no longer slash at Iluna’s hand, so he turned his widened blue Demon Eye toward the Dark Vortex, trying to seize this power, but found to his surprise that the Demon Eye had no effect on the vortex.

“What is this? And have I experimented on your friends? Who are you exactly?”

He cursed, let go of the mirror allowing Iluna to take it, bore Shard’s punch—the “Psychic Shockwave”—and as blood streamed from his orifices and he endured the pain in his head, he finally made it to safety:

“Midshire Fort is truly dangerous. You two ganging up on me is shameless. Just wait until I call for more backup, you’ll see.”

A white mist appeared behind him. Iluna, new to the place, did not recognize what it was, but Shard did:

“Spatial Stabilization Aura!”

But it was already too late; the Interstice of Life and Death seemed to swallow the man instantly. The white mist disappeared, taking the man with it.

“That was an entrance to the Interstice of Life and Death. Does the Truth Society have such nerve? And they’ve actually mastered the method to open the Interstice.”

Shard said in surprise, wanting to take off his mask, but Iluna stopped him:

“The Church does not allow me to use the power of ‘balance’ at will within this city.”

Iluna explained briefly, shaking the mirror in her hand at Shard:

“Spoils of War.”

Under the moonlight, the seventeen-year-old girl smiled:

“Thanks to you, it was an easy win. I’ve seen him before; years ago, he used to be a researcher at the Truth Society. Don’t worry, he’s genuinely bad news. The church had an 8000-pound bounty on him; we didn’t hit the wrong guy.”

“Here’re your spoils of war.”

Shard motioned for Iluna to keep the mirror that could absorb the Sunlight Gun, then lowered his gaze to his left and right hands.

Both hands pierced into the air, and soon after, the Holy Silver-colored and amber-colored Moonlight Greatswords appeared simultaneously.

One belonged to the Core Spirit Rune “Silvermoon,” taking the form of a standard two-handed greatsword; the other belonged to the Three Ring Soul Rune “Yellow Moon,” and because it was less powerful, the sword was slightly smaller in length and width, more like an oversized longsword.

Shard’s Moonlight Greatsword couldn’t be summoned in a pair, but different Spirit Runes of the same Arcane Technique could be used at the same time. In the forest’s darkness, both swords faintly glowed, making the woods an incredibly mystical scene.

“Did you learn this by yourself? Impressive.”

Iluna spoke with a hint of envy:

“I’ve inquired; the Moonlight Greatsword and the Sunlight Greatsword are both High Ring Sorcery, yet you learned them so easily. Sometimes I really want to ask our friend who the chosen one actually is.”

“Of course, it’s you; this has been confirmed many times. But should we inform the church about what happened here?”

Shard asked, and Iluna gave it some thought before nodding:

“Yes, then you should leave first. I’ll notify the church in a bit and see if we can track him down.”

“Alright, remember to contact me if anything comes up.”

As Shard turned to leave, Iluna called out to him:

“Wait.”

The brunette girl stood with her hands behind her back, lowering her head to kick a piece of gravel at her feet:

“I should be free around ten o’clock, so… do you want to dance together? I heard from the church colleagues that the local Fire Worship Festival bonfire dance is quite lively.”

“You knew I would show up at the banquet?”

“I just felt like you would appear at such events…”

She hesitated:

“So, you…”

Shard nodded in response:

“Iluna, see you at ten.”

The seventeen-year-old girl beamed a bright smile in the moonlight.

Miss Aphrola won’t dance all the time; after dancing with the Witch, Shard could look for Iluna again.

“You really are a bad guy.”

Her voice carried through the wind, but Shard thought the guy who ran away was the real bad guy.

The Circle Sorcerers from the Truth Society had officially appeared, and the situation at Midshire Fort had become even more chaotic.

(Mia running…)

When Shard left the Academy’s forest and returned to the brightly lit Fire Worship Festival banquet, no one noticed he had been away. Instead, Shard noticed that two large carts of fireworks had arrived here; setting off fireworks at the Fire Worship Festival was a modern tradition.

Although both Miss Aphrola and Iluna had invited Shard to dance, there was still some time before the bonfire dance, so he decided to check out the special Roder Card at the auction. If it met his expectations, he would donate to the charity dinner.

The invitation didn’t list the auction items, but Granny Cassandra had just given Shard a detailed catalog. For convenience in inspecting goods and for safety reasons, the auction was entirely inside the castle. The Academy’s auditorium was the main auction hall, or rather, the first auction hall, which was for large goods and high-priced antiques and art collections—an area Shard dared not enter even with money in hand.

The location for the auction of the special Roder Card, however, was the Dean’s meeting room on the second floor of the castle to the east. It was where the Academy’s deans and directors held meetings, and it was loaned out for the Fire Worship Festival charity dinner auction, supposedly due to the influence of Granny Cassandra, who also sat on the Academy’s board. Considering her teacher was actually a twin from the Fifth Era, it explained why Granny Cassandra could establish an auction house that civilized the entire continent, had a profound understanding of antiques and Relics, and could even recognize the origin of a “Night Watchman” sword at a glance.

After all, the Armored Elder, who once owned the “Night Watchman,” also died in this region.

The Dean’s meeting room on the second floor was now entirely emptied, a room of impressive depth, which even included a small balcony. When Shard came to the room with a glass of wine from the corridor, the auction hadn’t begun yet, but there were already quite a few people who had come early to preview the items.

Most guests, like Shard, held wine glasses and scrutinized the auction pieces. Among them were gentlemen in formal wear, ladies adorned with jewels glinting under the gaslights, artists with unique dress styles, and a few elders gathered around a glass cabinet adorned with a white wig, discussing its origin.

Shard overheard their conversation; the wig’s previous owner was a famous poet from Draleon. However, due to his promiscuous nature, the unfortunate man was stabbed to death one morning eighty years ago by a lover in his bed.

“That’s really unlucky.”

Amid the laughter around him, Shard moved further away from the area.