Faust remained silent for a long time after seeing the blood moon and being bombarded by the information it poured into him.
Going big right from the start? What was the meaning of this?
He had only come to take a simple look, yet he was immediately dragged into the hunting grounds. Wasn't this a bit too much hospitality? They really weren't treating him like a stranger.
If any battle-crazed warrior who valued glory and slaughter had been invited by the blood moon to join the Hunt, they probably would have been moved by divine grace and joined in immediately.
However, Faust was not a particularly bloodthirsty person. He simply had a penchant for grandiosity. If a battle wasn't for showing off in front of others, then it was utterly meaningless!
Before Faust could think further, a low and terrifying roar erupted from the forest. Then, a monstrous beast wrapped in black mist lunged out. It had the form of a lion-tiger beast, with seven tails tipped with poisonous stingers splaying out behind it as it pounced toward Faust.
There was nothing else to say; the prince could only have one reaction.
"Whoa, isn't this my soccer ball? Why is it hairy?"
Faust reached out, and clear golden lightning materialized out of thin air in his palm, extending into a thunder spear in an instant.
"Zzzzt—"
During this time, Faust hadn't just been practicing with an electric baton. His familiarity with the great thunder mark was comprehensive, especially with the Sunlight Spear spell, which he absolutely loved.
The purest violence, the most direct destruction—it was the spell that best interpreted the word "power."
Faust lowered his knees slightly, and then...
"Boom—"
The prince's figure exploded forward like an arrow from a bow, instantly piercing the monstrous beast's body with Sunlight Spear before landing gracefully.
"Whimper..."
However, the monstrous beast pierced by the pure lightning did not explode and scatter on the spot. Instead, it convulsed twice on the ground, struggled to prop itself up, and continued to hiss.
'Wait, it's not dead?'
Faust turned his head in surprise, feeling like a driver who had run over a speed bump with a heavy truck only to find the speed bump could still move.
One had to know that the power of his current Sunlight Spear was no joke. Even a renowned 【hero】 would never dare take a great thunder to the face.
While it couldn't be called a true divine authority or a mechanic that suppressed everything, the attacks generated by the great thunder mark were definitely top-tier in terms of raw stats. Unless it was a being that had achieved Physical Sanctity, no mortal would feel good after taking this hit.
Faust didn't quite believe it and continued to condense thunder spears, throwing them one after another.
"Puchi—"
"Puchi—"
"Puchi—"
The concentrated clear lightning pinned the frenzied beast to the spot. In the dim forest, the radiance of the great thunder was extremely eye-catching.
Under such an onslaught, the frenzied beast was pinned down and beaten from start to finish, yet it was the one with the advantage who began to sweat.
Logically, the damage he outputted should have blown the monstrous beast to smithereens long ago. How could it be so resilient?
If it truly were a being that could ignore Sunlight Spear, it wouldn't be possible for him to pin it down like this.
"Thud—"
Finally, just as Faust was about to grow numb, the monstrous beast's low hissing vanished, and it lay motionless on the ground.
Even so, the body of this fierce monstrous beast had not completely turned into blood mist; it was simply riddled with countless holes. It had purely bled to death.
"What is this thing? Why is it so hard to kill?"
Faust wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling speechless at this frenzied beast that had suddenly lunged out.
In the next moment, as the monstrous beast's blood evaporated, a strange magic power was poured into Faust's body under the moonlight's gaze. His original fatigue was swept away by this magic, replaced by an incredibly abundant vitality and... a bloodthirsty desire.
Is this... the gift of the blood moon?
Right, the previous "Hunt notice" had also mentioned that hunting monstrous beasts could earn the blessing and gift of the blood moon.
Just as Faust came to this realization, Mephisto's faint whisper sounded in his mind:
【Faust, you know what I'm going to say.】
"Of course! Aside from Mephisto's divine power, I don't care for the blessings of other fairies. Using them makes me cough! Cough, cough, cough, hurry up and take this thing away!"
Faust quickly expressed his loyalty and rejected the gift of the blood moon.
This wasn't just an act; he truly didn't trust other fairies or gods. Mephistopheles was already in a life-and-death relationship with him, a complete community of shared destiny, but what about the others?
Uh, are we that close?
Besides, the blessing of the blood moon looked ominous no matter how one viewed it; it didn't seem like something for a decent person. Faust wasn't an easy guy who would take just any fairy.
Any ordinary adventurer would have been ecstatic to have such a fortuitous encounter.
After all, who wouldn't want to get stronger just by killing? Where else could you find such a good deal? It was practically like having a cheat engine.
But Faust's ambitions were far greater; he wasn't here for these measly scraps. A fairy's blessing? No, no, no. What he wanted was the god itself, to inherit the legacy of this already mad and decaying god!
"Roar—"
After Mephistopheles had absorbed the gift of the blood moon from Faust's body, Faust heard the howls of monstrous beasts coming from deep within the forest once again.
Monstrous beasts almost identical to the previous one began to emerge from the shadows, one after another, their numbers impossible to determine.
Seeing this, Faust held his thunder spear and took a step back without a word.
"Mephistopheles, is it too late to turn back now?"
【The legend of the fastest escape? Of course, you can. Kind Mephisto is always ready to navigate for you.】
"Swish—"
Just as Faust was planning a tactical retreat, a brownish-black tactical box fell from the sky, slamming into the open ground between Faust and the monstrous beasts. The force was so great that it embedded itself into the earth.
Then, a girl landed precisely on the tactical box and let out a puzzled sound:
"Why are you using a spell? Spells have very little effect on monstrous beasts."
"Only blades forged of iron and silver can slit a monstrous beast's throat and burn its blood."
It was a girl with hair that was almost pure white, cascading down like a waterfall to her waist.
A pair of fluffy wolf ears stood atop her head, twitching twice to prove they were genuine beast ears.
She wore a set of hunting gear modified from evening wear. The front of her white inner lining was stretched tight by her high, full chest, leaving not a single wrinkle. A red belt circled her slender waist, while her rounded, long legs were half-wrapped in long boots, revealing a fair absolute territory.
A bright red-lined hood hung from the back of the hunting gear, and there was embroidery of a wolf head on one side of her cape.
Below the hem of her clothes, a fluffy wolf tail swayed slightly like a thin mist.
Her face was as exquisite as a painting, with slightly curved long eyelashes and tightly pursed lips that exuded a cold, sharp temperament, making her look extremely handsome.
She scrutinized Faust with a pair of clear, lake-blue eyes. Her pupils lit up first, then she came to a realization:
"I see. You're a foreigner."
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