Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 104 Holding the Moon

An unprecedented despair, like an icy tide, completely overwhelmed Lucas's reason.

In this vacuum where even a desperate scream couldn't be heard, he was almost going mad.

Just as he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind.

"Poor Lucas—don't give up so easily. You can do it. Look over there; I specially left an anchor point for you."

Is that a clown from the Black Moon Circus?!

Lucas's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he subconsciously followed the seductive voice and looked towards the Earth.

In his sight, the azure planet continued its relentless march away. But against the backdrop of deep space at the edge of Earth, a stark white point of light suddenly appeared. In the otherwise dark universe, that point of light resembled a strange eye that had quietly opened, radiating an eerie allure and issuing a silent summons to him.

"That's the moon, Lucas."

The voices in his mind began to overlap and distort, as if countless clowns with comical smiles were laughing maniacally at him.

"Release all your power, unleash all the strength you've accumulated throughout this long river of time, seize that point of light! Seize the moon—and you can go home!"

Although they desperately wanted to grasp at this lifeline, the harsh reality was right in front of them.

Lucas did indeed possess an almost inexhaustible power of time, like a super reservoir that was already full; but the valve for outputting energy was too small, merely a narrow household tap.

Therefore, his time barrier has a limited range, and there is a fraction of a second interval between each time he uses his ability.

No matter how crazy he gets, he can't unleash an energy field that spans thousands of kilometers in an instant.

The immense emotions trapped within him over the years couldn't save his life.

The eerie laughter in his mind seemed to read his thoughts directly, growing even sharper and more piercing.

"Don't let those pathetic common sense rules hold you back, poor Creator! Smash those rusty shackles of your mind!"

The clown's whispers, carrying a chilling fervor, echoed in his mind in layers.

"Imagination is the foundation of superpowers, while reality is an anchor! Unleash your imagination, forget all fear, and with a self-destructive mindset, extract the power of time from every cell of your body."

"Look at that white planet, and don't forget who we are—the Black Moon Circus! I've already left a perfect handle for you there." Trust me, reach out your hand—and grab it!

Lucas had no choice. In the depths of space, where sanity could be frozen, the Joker's words were his only way out.

The ferocious will to survive completely crushed the last shred of hesitation.

Lucas reached for the belt that was now one with him and crushed the constantly flashing red light.

In an instant, a violent force erupted.

His vertical pupils were so bloodshot they were about to burst. He opened his mouth full of fangs and let out an inaudible roar in the vacuum. He barely managed to gather all his power in one direction and lock onto the distant moon!

In an instant, a terrifying torrent of time, like an overturned ocean, surged wildly into his limbs and bones.

Even this mutated body, repeatedly tempered by time, could not withstand such a massive erosion of time.

His body began to collapse instantly, and the timelines in different parts of his body were severely torn and disordered.

His left arm experienced thousands of years in an instant. The hard iron scales quickly oxidized and peeled off, the muscles atrophied, directly exposing the dry and cracked white bones inside, and finally weathered into dust in the vacuum. His right leg, on the other hand, was frantically reversing. The scales fell off, the bones shrank back, and it forcibly degenerated into the fragile flesh and blood of a human before the mutation, and even continued to atrophy into a sticky embryonic tissue.

Even more terrifying was his chest cavity, which had just been burst by the air pressure, instantly healed in the gray light, only to burst again. Within a second, he experienced tens of thousands of crushing and reconstructions under the pull of multiple timelines, turning his entire being into a deformed, stitched-together monster composed of ancient bones, new flesh and blood, and a vicious cycle of stagnation.

Every cell in the body was screaming in agony from overload.

But Lucas endured the pain and continued to extend his will.

"Imagination—the anchor point!"

He sacrificed everything, and in the last second before his body was about to completely disintegrate, he finally managed to forcibly restrain these rampaging energies. He disregarded the common sense of distance and compressed the power of time into a gray chain pointing straight into deep space.

This power, which embodied his entire life, transformed into a beam of gray light that pierced through the dark universe, crossed the cosmic chasm, and shot straight toward the distant moon.

Lucas's mind was stretched to its limit at that moment.

The instant the gray light touched its target, his right claw, which was extremely weathered and almost nothing but bones, transmitted an incredibly real, rough sensation. It was the surface of a vast, cold, cratered planet.

He grabbed the handle the clown had left on the moon.

"I want to go home!!!"

Lucas's lizard face was utterly distorted by the extreme backlash of time.

He gripped the invisible chain formed by the power of time tightly, and with the most resolute will, he pulled it angrily!

The gray chains taut instantly, as if emitting a soul-shaking roar.

But this is the limit of what Lucas can achieve.

Unleashing all his power of time at once did allow him to hold back the massive satellite, but his body could no longer support it.

The complete depletion of his power of time heralded his end.

It only lasted for three seconds.

The taut gray chains snapped silently in deep space, turning into countless gray dust particles. The moment the protection of the laws was lost, the remaining power of time was completely exhausted, and the extreme environment of the universe immediately revealed its cruelty.

Lucas's stitched-together body, a mixture of ancient bones and new flesh, was rapidly destroyed by the extreme cold and radiation.

The mutated scales and bones transformed into countless frozen blood droplets and ice crystals, which, following the residual inertia of the earlier tug-of-war, flew rapidly toward the moon before completely disintegrating in space.

In the millisecond before his consciousness completely faded, that familiar, maliciously mocking clown voice echoed in his brain for the last time.

"Well done, Lucas, you really caught the moon. This move will at least give that god a headache for days."

A few days?

They exhausted their years, sacrificed their immortal divine bodies, and even went so far as to move a planet—all for nothing in the eyes of these madmen, who only managed to give the Holy Light Angels a few days of headaches?

Lucas's vision went completely dark, and he was eventually plunged into darkness.

In near-Earth orbit, the angel of light floats silently in the cold vacuum.

After confirming that Lucas would never come back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The disaster is finally over.

Fortunately, Lucas was just a newborn "young dragon". If it were a real Time Dragon resurrected, even the Holy Light Angels would not be confident that they could handle it.

He withdrew the dazzling holy light around him, turned around and transformed into a golden shooting star, plummeting towards the azure planet below.

As soon as he broke through the exosphere, the edge of his suit rubbed against the atmosphere, creating a dazzling orange-red flash, like a meteor falling to Earth.

Just as the Holy Light Angel was preparing to clean up the mess in Aru Tree City, the anxious voice of the Iron Titan suddenly came through the headset.

"Holy Angel, something terrible has happened!"

"Robert? Immortal technology has a secret weapon?" The Holy Angel frowned slightly.

"No—not the ground."

On the other end of the communicator, Robert, the "Iron Titan," lost his usual composure.

The background noise was interspersed with piercing alarms and the frantic slamming of keyboards.

This genius gave a conclusion that even he himself couldn't believe: "The gravitational readings are completely messed up! Just now, the moon seemed to have been violently pulled by some inexplicable external force!"

Robert's voice cracked slightly from extreme tension, and he spoke so fast it was as if he were racing against death: "Global tidal forces are collapsing! The ocean is being stirred up like a giant spoon, and countless super tsunamis will soon appear! Tectonic activity is triggering global volcanoes and earthquakes, and—"

"Skip the process and tell me the worst possible outcome." The angel of holy light hovered above the stratosphere, its gaze fixed on the bright moon, but a shadow fell over its heart.

Only Robert's heavy, rapid breathing could be heard on the communication channel. A few seconds later, Robert replied again.

"The moon is veering off its orbit." Robert gritted his teeth, each word laced with a profound sense of powerlessness. "If we don't bring it back on track immediately, the Earth—will be destroyed."

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