Elden Ring, but with Wind Spirit Moon Shadow

Chapter 378 Super Charged State

In front of the altar of the ancestors, Schiff opened his huge mouth and showed his sharp teeth excitedly.

Ever since the rituals of the ancestors began and the breath of the ancestors gradually revived, it began to sense it.

It hears the endless echo.

Shiv's fate calls to it, and the desire to kill is rising.

Everything swallowed before could only be called food, and only the ancestral spirit in front of him could be called the real prey.

So Schiff moved forward step by step and slowly walked towards the altar again.

Schiff did not run as fast as he did when he was in a hurry.

It walked slowly, patiently, and examined its prey.

At this time, Schiff had changed a lot. He had passed his childhood growth period and was gradually becoming stronger.

Schiff's figure was like a moving mountain, his shoulders even taller than the ancient trees in the surrounding forest of believers.

The fluff that used to be so soft that made young Schiff look like a blueberry ball has now turned into rough, tough, wire-like bristles.

Every strand of hair gleams with a turquoise luster, as if even the sharpest blade could hardly damage it.

With such a body size, it is completely not in the same league as the red wolf of Radagon.

No, let alone the Red Wolf, even ordinary flying dragons would have no chance of competing with Sif.

Only powerful ancient flying dragons like Yakir and Smarag can suppress Sif in terms of size.

Seeing Schiff approaching step by step, the people of the ancestors showed panic on their faces.

This giant wolf that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere was something they had never seen before, and they had no idea what kind of creature it was.

But one thing is clear: this giant wolf seems to be coming for the ancestral spirit.

At this time, their ancestral spirit people should have drawn their bows and shot their proud suling arrows to pierce through their fur...

Or maybe he could pick up a bone axe, rush forward to fight it, and stop its attack...

However, no one moved.

It's not that they don't want to, it's that they don't dare.

Every step that Shiv's powerful limbs took made the earth tremble, and the deafening footsteps echoed in the empty forest.

The rumbling footsteps struck the hearts of the ancestors again and again, making them tremble.

As Schiff slowly walked out of the Forest of Believers, the dense branches and leaves behind him seemed to bow under his pressure, and the entire forest fell into silence, with only his sharp breathing echoing in the woods.

No matter which ancestral people they were, when faced with the terrifying beast Schif, they all lost the courage to fight back, as if they had forgotten how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

Any creature would feel insignificant in front of this giant beast, and their only options would be to escape or wait to be devoured by fate.

However, not all creatures are terrified by this.

In the midst of the panicked ancestral spirits, the ancestral spirit gracefully shook its new, soft hair and stood up proudly.

Moving his long limbs, the ancestral spirit stepped over the numerous ancestral spirit people and walked down from the altar.

The ancestors are not afraid of death.

For it, it was just another birth.

Just as Schiff had sensed it in his heart, the ancestor spirit also knew about the inevitable battle before it was resurrected.

Whether it is Shiv or the ancestral spirits, this is the fate they have to deal with.

Death is fair to them, and repeated rebirth is the law of their survival.

But this is not the law of death, but the law of nature, and only the cruel competition for survival is inevitable.

In the dark night, Schiff's eyes were like two burning coals, emitting a bloodthirsty red light.

The ancestor spirit walked calmly and fearlessly, meeting Schiff's hungry gaze indifferently.

At this moment, Schiff suddenly lowered the front half of his body, staring straight ahead, as if he had locked onto the ancestral spirit.

A low roar came from his throat, which served as a notice before hunting.

The blue beast transformed into a stream of light and attacked the ancestral spirit fiercely.

The wind around suddenly stirred rapidly, but it could not cover up the fear of flying under the starry night.

Many of the ancestral spirits were disturbed by the strong wind and had difficulty seeing. The less experienced hunters even fell down.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw the two giant beasts colliding violently with each other.

Schiff's strong forearms pressed down on the ancestor's giant horns, but it was difficult to make the noble head lower completely.

As a deer-like creature, these huge horns are also the ancestor spirit's strongest means of attack.

Not only was the ancestor spirit not subdued, it even seemed to be able to handle the situation with ease.

With the murderous intent that penetrated Schiff's body, the ancestor's head tilted upwards, and a pair of huge horns pierced into the soft abdomen.

However, Schiff took advantage of the momentum in the air and swung his body violently, and his iron-like tail hit the ancestor's body heavily.

The ancestor spirit's seemingly slender body actually had extraordinary resilience, and it recovered after only a slight stumble.

This time, the ancestral spirit took the initiative to rush forward, relying on its sharp horns to charge forward.

Schiff did not pounce and bite again rashly, but instead nimbly jumped sideways and bit the ancestor spirit from the side.

However, the ancestor spirit also reacted immediately. Not only did he quickly change the direction of the charge, but he also swung his head left and right to defend against Schiff.

The ancestor spirit never revealed any weakness in front of Schiff, so that several attacks ended in vain.

Gradually, Schiff began to lose control of his temper.

Because it was born strong, the hunting during its free time could not give it enough experience.

This was the only time that could truly be considered hunting and fighting.

Finally, Schiff roared, opened his bloody mouth and rushed towards the ancestral spirit.

Seeing Shiv rushing towards him again and showing his long fangs as sharp as swords, Zu Ling suddenly jumped up on the spot and tried to dodge.

Schiff had been waiting for this opportunity and immediately pounced towards the ancestor spirit that had nowhere to hide in the air.

However, in the air, the ancestor spirit defied common sense and took a step in the air, using the power of the soul to do a double jump and leap high again.

Schiff did not foresee this outcome, and missed his target, falling back to the ground.

In the air, a large amount of light green soul mist spewed out of the ancestor's mouth, splashing all over Schiff's body.

The mist completely enveloped the space like rain, constantly making a harsh sizzling sound.

Schiff's swaying figure was gradually submerged in the mist, and there was no sound.

The people of the Ancestral Spirits knew the power of that move and felt relieved.

In their opinion, there could be no living creature under the soul mist, let alone one cast by ancestral spirits.

Even if the giant wolf survived the water mist, its combat effectiveness would probably be severely reduced, and it would not be a match for the ancestral spirit.

At this time, only the oldest high priest was still thinking and recalling his past memories.

Following his observations just now, he finally remembered the distant rumor.

It is said that in the very distant past, there was a giant wolf that was as strange as the ancestral spirit.

They are also competitors of the ancestral spirits, enjoying the same status, and also constitute the embodiment of the 'natural' cycle.

However, unlike the ancestral spirits that were constantly resurrected through rituals, that giant wolf relied on another way to sprout new buds.

If the resurrection of the ancestors is the sprouting of new buds from the soul, then the giant wolf is the sprouting of new buds from the body. Once the giant wolf of the previous generation senses the end of its life, it will give birth to offspring, then quickly die, and the new life will stand up again to replace it.

But that species has disappeared and has become only a distant legend.

I didn't expect it to appear again now.

Thinking of this, the high priest was no longer worried.

Since the giant wolf is also a competitor for the status of ancestral spirit, this matter has nothing to do with them.

Respect nature, revere life, no matter who stays in the end, it is the continuation of their beliefs.

The high priest raised the scepter in his hand and calmed the emotions of the tribesmen in a language that only the ancestors could hear.

Gradually, the innocent ancestral people also understood the situation.

So the priests sprinkled the water mist of souls again, and the hunters beside the altar put away their bows and arrows and danced again.
-
The Silver Knights plainclothes duo were still holding binoculars and observing the battlefield from afar.

Seeing the Ancestral People start dancing again, they thought the other side was popping champagne at halftime.

The heavily armored Faded One frowned, very dissatisfied with the reaction of the Ancestral People.

As a member of Stonewell, we must stand on our side. The other party is a little too complacent now.

"What's going on? The winner hasn't been decided yet..."

"Dance now, and come back later to surprise them."

The other faded one had a sad face and did not express his opinion at this time.

Now shrouded in a water mist that is obviously difficult to deal with, and there has been no movement, it is hard to say how the battle is going.

He glanced at Celine Shanks, who was calm and composed beside him, and finally managed to hold back his discouraging words.

Finally, he summoned up the courage to ask Celine Shanks:

"Excuse me...Ms. Celine Sanx, are you not going to take action?"

"The current situation seems a little... vague?"

Celine Sanks looked at the mist and chuckled.

"It was just a little bit of fun just now."

"I watched Shiv grow up, and I know exactly what kind of strength he has."

"It's just that the child has not fought much, and now is the time to stimulate his nature."

As soon as he finished speaking, a change occurred under the mist.

The blood-red eyes pierced through the mist, and the electric charge continued to spread through the mist.

Schiff's figure stepped out of the mist again, and the mist of his soul dripped down his steel-like mane, surprisingly, he was almost unscathed.

However, Schiff was not unchanged, and his appearance changed again.

There was yellow lightning wrapped around Schiff's body, and his blue hair stood up as if it had exploded.

At the same time, as the hair stood up, the dense dark blue scales covering it became faintly visible.

The previously tiny ominous horns extended and coiled, covering important parts like armor, and even the top of the head grew a pair of devil-like sharp horns.

A dazzling bolt of lightning fell from the sky into Sif's mouth, was caught in a fierce bite, and was trapped in his mouth, transforming into a giant lightning blade that spread to both sides.

Since being hatched, Shiv has been cared for almost entirely by Celine Shanks.

Influenced by the ancient dragon, Shiv gradually mastered the use of thunder and lightning.

Although he has not yet mastered red thunder due to the existence of life, he is fully capable of controlling ordinary lightning.

At this time, Schiff had already fully released the power of lightning - super-charged mode.

With thunder in his mouth, Schiff once again rushed towards the ancestral spirit.

In the super-charged state, Schiff's speed and strength are increased to a higher level, and his figure is as swift and traceless as real lightning.

The ancestor spirit remained fearless, but lowered his head as if he had expected it and charged again.

Any living creature that is attacked will feel pain, fear, or be exposed to weaknesses.

However, the ancestral spirits do not feel that way.

The ancestor spirit thrust its giant horns forward once again and rushed towards Schiff, wanting to compete with Schiff with its giant horns.

Shiv's figure passed by and when he reappeared, he was already several meters behind the ancestor spirit.

"boom--"

A thick and huge bushy horn slowly fell to the ground.

The giant horn that the ancestor used to be so proud of broke on one side at the moment of the confrontation.

Not only that, a burnt mark was also left on the ancestor's soft white hair, spreading all the way from the neck to the hind legs.

The wound was charred and no blood was flowing out.

The ancestor spirit looked back calmly, as if it was not his own body that was hurt.

Schiff roared to the sky with satisfaction, and the thunder grew louder and louder.

In fact, its power was originally enough to suppress the ancestral spirits.

It’s just that Schiff has never used his power before, so he doesn’t know how strong it is. It was not until he was in the super-charged state that he showed the momentum of crushing others.

The ancestor's moves were too simple, and the numerical gap was too large to be made up by experience, so he was naturally powerless to resist.

Perhaps following his master, Schiff has gone further and further on the road of numbers.

After realizing his own numbers, Shiv immediately let go and charged forward again.
-
Schiff's giant claws pressed down on the ancestor's head, and this time he finally brought the lofty head down to the ground.

Looking at the ancestral spirit at his feet, Schiff suddenly felt that it was no different from the deer he had hunted in the past.

The only difference is that it can feel the connection between each other's fate.

Schiff looked down at the ancestor spirit struggling powerlessly at his feet, and slowly opened his mouth.

After living in Stoneville for a long time, Schiff gradually realized a fact.

In death, there is nothing.

Schiff has found his destiny and can no longer take the cycle of nature for granted.

It doesn't want to die, it wants to stay with the lives it cherishes forever.

It doesn't understand or care about birth from death or the cycle of life.

Schiff didn't think that much.

It only knows that death cannot give birth to anything. If they must look for it, then leave death to them.

Schiff's huge mouth finally fell and bit the ancestor's neck, bestowing a death befitting the prey in the most primitive way.

Blood gushed out, and the ancestor's head was torn off by Shiv and thrown aside.

The newly regenerated flesh and blood had not even moved in the world for half an hour when it had already turned into a delicacy in Schif's mouth.

As Schiff roared to the sky, the ancestral people knelt down and greeted the new messenger of God.

The winner takes it all, and this is also an indispensable part of "nature".

　I originally thought that I would have some free time during the holidays, but now there are still a lot of things to do before the New Year. I feel even more tired than when I was in school. I am exhausted...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)