A rare magical miracle in the world

General Winter felt it, the madness and terror beneath the Blood Moon’s light, a power only present at the Power of Folly’s old feast among the Twenty-Eight Camps. The other twenty-seven could never give him such a palpitation.

Lord of the White Birch Trees?

That man couldn’t create such a spectacle; such immense Domain Power was definitely something General Winter had never seen the work of a miracle before.

As for the emerging Master of Miracles, it seemed likely that his level of Awakening wasn’t too high.

"Another new king making his move?" said General Winter, "To attack the Ancient City on your own, let me teach you a lesson. Even as the Master of Miracles, you shouldn’t be so presumptuous."

Yet as time ticked by second after second, General Winter still hadn’t sensed any movement.

"The fog doesn’t disperse, what are you waiting for?"

However, General Winter was puzzled, wondering why Lyon had not yet made his move.

And what was the purpose of this fog blocking the light of the Blood Moon?

The Power of Folly shone best when illuminating the whole earth, a common sense knowledge General Winter, who had clashed multiple times with the forces of the Lord of the White Birch Trees, understood better than anyone. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Your Majesty, I am ready."

Lyon summoned the Blood Moon, which was more fitting for this late at night than the day of Calamity Ashes.

"Hmm."

On the vast bell tower platform, there was no fog around Bailuo; he stood high where the fog could not reach.

Bailuo seemed to be standing above the sea, the misty white fog resembling the ocean waves, rolling, dispersing, adrift with the wind.

Looking up, the enormous Blood Moon hung solitary in the sky, an eerie spectacle.

"God launched the great flood to cleanse."

Bailuo never compared himself to a god, but facing the residue and trash, he, the soon-to-be new master of the Ancient City, felt obliged to do some cleaning first.

"I am not a god, but as a king undertaking cleansing, there must be clear targets, and there should be a bottom line."

"Innocents should not be implicated, only those who deserve to die should be killed."

This distinction had to be made clear.

Bailuo did not want his power to indiscriminately harm some hapless people.

After all, from a viewpoint of interest, they were also going to be his citizens, or the parents of his citizens in the future; Bailuo did not wish for the Ancient City to suffer too extensive casualties.

The elites must die, there was no question about that.

But for the remaining victims, Bailuo planned to spare them.

"Ding-a-ling."

Bailuo raised his hand and began to fumble on his clothing; he forgot that he was currently in the guise of a Blood Moon Hunter, which was different from his usual attire.

"Nothing?"

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Bailuo felt a silver pendant; he looked at the object and pondered for a moment.

"Your Majesty?"

Yellow Spring looked at Bailuo, puzzled as to why he had not yet declared the start.

"Wait a moment."

Bailuo raised his hand, interrupting Yellow Spring’s question, his lips slightly upturned: "This must be fate."

"I choose you."

As Bailuo spoke, he flung the silver pendant, letting the chain wrap around his hand, then he pressed his mouth close to the pendant, whispering, "In the name of the Master of Miracles, ordinance! This is an object for demon subjugation, its name is Silver, all the contaminated things in the mortal world shall not touch it!"

[Miracle Ordinance: Untouchable silver!]

This was the first order Bailuo issued; all contaminated beings would be restrained by the attribute of silver and fear of silver objects.

Of course, this was only to constrain those not even considered average Offspring of Miracle, as for the ordinary Miracle Troop Type, the Miracle Citizens recognized by Bailuo, there would definitely be no effect.

However, with such an ordinance, Bailuo thought of the demons and vampires from his previous life.

Silver, in the myths of the West, belonged to the materials that could subdue demons.

Bailuo had not expected that by simply wishing to give the Contaminated Species a weakness to curb their rapid expansion, he would choose silver, unsure whether it was a coincidence.

The Power of Folly’s old banquet system was easily out of control.

With other miracles, Bailuo was worried they wouldn’t develop fast enough, but with the Power of Folly’s old banquet, Bailuo truly feared it would fully spread and that would be a true calamity.

"Let it be silver," Bailuo said, "A steel sword cuts flesh, a silver sword wards off demons."

Bailuo did not know if in the future he would have a troop type called ’Witch Hunters’ under his command, but for now, he would embrace this coincidence.

"Next..."

Bailuo released the pendant, and the silver amulet incinerated itself in mid-air, becoming a contract, a shackle on all the Contaminated Species.

"In the name of the Master of Miracles, ordinance! No unauthorized entry into dwellings or places of congregation without being led or permitted!"

[Miracle Ordinance: Do not intrude upon the living quarters or gathering places of beings!]

One ordinance was certainly not enough, and so Bailuo issued a second one.

And the characteristic of this one was also very similar to the ghost stories Bailuo had heard in the previous life: without the homeowner’s permission, demons could not enter a house. Stay tuned to empire

They must first knock, falsely claiming to be friends, and only when the homeowner draws back the curtain or opens the door themselves can the monsters enter.

"In the name of the Master of Miracles, ordinance! Live only in the desolate lands far from human habitation, and do not assault the living without cause!"

After that, Bailuo issued many more commands.

Bailuo had his own bottom line, he did not wish for true carnage, so when issuing the ordinances, he imposed as many constraints as possible on these Contaminated Species.

Essentially, to the extent that ordinary people would never encounter them unless they sought out their own doom.

"Lyon."

Bailuo had done what he could, and now it was Lyon’s turn.

"Rest assured and leave it to me, Your Majesty."

Lyon kneeled on one knee, respectfully saluting in Bailuo’s direction: "Please enjoy the show at your leisure."

"Begin, everyone."

The People of Yatun transformed into Nightmare Monsters and Hunters all turned to look at Lyon, who slowly rose to his feet and looked around.

"Roar!!"

"Click!"

The Nightmare Monsters roared, swiftly moving through the fog, as the Blood Moon Hunters unsheathed their weapons, the clashing of metal ringing out: "Tonight, the People of Yatun join the hunt!"