261: Chapter 261 Rowan's Red Moon Ritual! The Prophecy of the Night Saintess!

The top floor of the Wizard Tower.

Rowan looked at Aurora's sweet smile, his gaze darkening slightly, and then said:

"Aurora, what is your opinion on the various Red Moon rituals?"

Aurora was slightly taken aback upon hearing this; she had not expected Rowan to suddenly ask such a question.

She put down the wizard array diagram in her hand, thought seriously for a moment, and then slowly began to speak:

"Father once told me that in this world, all rules are opposites—for example, light and dark, water and fire, earth and wind, order and chaos... Every rule has its own meaning and value for existing."

She paused and looked out the window:

"And the Red Moon Law is an embodiment of the Law of Chaos. Its arrival always breaks the existing order of the world, plunging everything into chaos."

"It represents the primitive, the bloody, and destruction!"

"But in the end, it will also bring rebirth."

"When the Red Moon fades and the old order is destroyed, a new order will be established upon the ruins. The world always cycles like this, never changing."

She withdrew her gaze, looked at Rowan, and said calmly:

"Therefore, in my view, the Red Moon is actually a reflection of the world's fundamental laws, and there is no distinction between good and evil."

"The rules themselves do not possess emotions; they simply operate according to certain established patterns."

"Just as fire can burn down a house, it can also warm a winter night."

"Is that so." After listening, Rowan nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing him like this, Aurora tilted her head and asked with some curiosity:

"My Lord, you are acting a bit strange today! Is something the matter?"

Rowan smiled and did not deny it, instead taking out a fist-sized transparent crystal and handing it to Aurora.

"I need you to help me set up a Red Moon ritual."

Aurora took the crystal, curiously probed it with a wisp of spiritual power, and read the information sealed within.

A moment later, her expression changed slightly. She looked up at Rowan with a hint of surprise in her tone:

"My Lord, this is… a sacrificial ritual?"

Rowan did not change his expression and said calmly:

"Correct. The Red Moon is about to revive, and the main bloodline vein within the territory is also about to emerge. There is no need for us to waste the blood energy collected by that thing…"

After hearing this, Aurora understood.

"My Lord, this ritual is just a sacrificial gateway. Its structure is not complex, unlike the Seal of Andalas Strife, which integrates multiple functions."

"Therefore, it requires you to personally activate and anchor it, connecting the necessary sacrifices to this ritual for it to function."

Rowan nodded, his tone calm:

"I know. I will handle the matter of the sacrifices."

Seeing that he had it under control, Aurora did not ask further, only nodding gently: "Understood."

...

The North, Frostrock Province.

After the Night Federation army broke through Golan Fortress, they soon arrived outside the first province in the western part of the Empire's North, preparing to launch an attack.

But it was at this time that different voices began to faintly emerge within the allied forces.

In the main military tent, an internal meeting was being held.

The theme of the meeting was how to allocate the upcoming offensive tasks, but after discussing for a long time, they were still unable to reach a result.

The representative of the Dark Elf Grand Duke Russo hoped that the human Duke Green's troops would take the lead.

Duke Green's representative excused themselves, saying they needed to rest, and suggested that the Abyss Goblin reconnaissance troops should scout the path first.

The representative of the Abyss Goblins retorted sarcastically that the Thunder Titan legion was so strong that they should rightfully shoulder more of the assault tasks.

Every party was trying to get others to expend their strength while preserving their own as much as possible.

Everyone knew in their hearts—once they formally entered the hinterlands of the North, they would be competitors for territory.

Just then, an urgent piece of intelligence was delivered into the main military tent.

The content of the intelligence was very brief: The Will Province in the eastern part of the North was now shrouded by a large wizard array called the Seal of Andalas Strife, suspected to be Duke Witton wanting to take that step first.

After a moment of silence, an Abyss Goblin general was the first to sneer: "Wishful thinking! How could it succeed so easily! It's simply delusional!"

Someone else said: "To be cautious, we should still send someone to ask the Saintess."

Everyone agreed: "That would be best."

Behind the allied forces, in a luxurious tent decorated with intricate dark night patterns. Inside the tent, incense curled in the air.

A young woman sat upright before a low table, a long dress with a black base and starry night patterns trailing on the ground.

At this moment, a report came from outside the tent. A messenger wearing light black armor was granted permission to enter. After entering the tent, they knelt on one knee, lowered their head, and presented the intelligence regarding the Will Province with both hands.

They also reported the doubts and disputes in the main military tent truthfully, without missing a word.

Lisel took the intelligence, her gaze resting on it for a moment, and her lips curled slightly.

She placed the intelligence on the table and chuckled: "It is of no concern. It is not yet time for the Red Moon Proxy to emerge."

Upon hearing this, the messenger felt reassured, bowed their head, and replied: "Yes, Your Highness." Then they rose and exited the tent.

Soon, this news quietly spread through the allied forces—the only legendary powerhouse in the allied forces, Her Highness Lisel, the Dark Night Saintess, had said: It is of no concern; it is not yet time for the Red Moon Proxy to emerge!

...

Three days later, Cangyuan City. On the terrace of the top floor of the Wizard Tower.

Wizard Hurley held a crystal ball in his hand. Inside the crystal ball, a layer of faint, blood-colored mist permeated, and countless tiny points of light were slowly floating within.

But the brightness of those points of light was much dimmer than he had expected. His brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze lingered on the crystal ball for a long time.

The progress of the Seal of Andalas Strife in collecting blood energy was somewhat lower than his expectations.

He had originally thought that in the general environment of the Red Moon's revival, once this wizard array was activated, it would trigger large-scale chaos and slaughter in a short time, thereby rapidly accumulating enough blood energy.

But a small accident occurred—Gino City and its surrounding areas had gathered a large population, yet it had never descended into chaos.

That city was like a rock, standing unmoved amidst the blood-colored tide, isolating all the restless violence and madness surrounding it, while siphoning the surrounding population toward it.

After some investigation, he discovered that there was actually a shielding wizard array within Gino City, completely isolating the influence of the Seal of Andalas Strife.

This surprised him somewhat. He had not expected that the young border Count would have talent under his command capable of setting up such a wizard array.

This required an in-depth understanding of some forbidden knowledge related to the Red Moon to operate so stably.

He was just pondering how to solve this problem when suddenly, he was slightly startled and looked up toward the southwest.

He could sense an aura at the level of a Sky Knight approaching at high speed without any concealment.

He looked over, and then sighed in relief—the person coming was Duke Witton.