I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

The heroine on the screen continues her story.

"Then, regarding why these two people are kneeling here."

The Heroic King girl held up two fingers, pointing to Lin Yan and Manzhu kneeling on either side of the throne. Her tone was casual and nonchalant, as if she were introducing two human-shaped ornaments placed beside the throne.

Upon hearing this, all eyes in Lanzhou turned to Lin Yan and Manzhu.

Why are the Lord of Purgatory and the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds there? Why are they kneeling at the feet of that girl who calls herself the Hero King?

Guided by the words of the Hero King girl, they were also puzzled—how could these two people who stood at the top of the power pyramid in Yuelan Prefecture have fallen to such a state?

The Hero King Girl didn't let their doubts linger for long.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing deep within her dark golden pupils. A solemn seriousness, almost dignified, appeared on her face, which had always worn a lazy smile.

That's because—

"Those two are sinners."

In the room, everyone's breath caught in their throats at the same time.

sinner?

What crime?

The young heroine sighed softly, a sigh tinged with disappointment, regret, and a deep-seated weariness, as if she were cleaning up the mess left by an incompetent junior.

"Their restless actions triggered the arrival of the Evil Red Moon, plunging the world into an unprecedented crisis."

She raised her hand and pointed to the scarlet crescent moon in the sky.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily followed her finger—in the sky, the blood moon still hung silently high above, its red light eerie and startling, as if someone had used an invisible scimitar to cut a still-bleeding wound in the corner of the sky's eye.

"The network outage in Lanzhou was precisely due to this."

The Heroic King girl withdrew her hand, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "The field of the Crimson Moon of Evil has blocked all network signals. Your communication devices, televisions, radios—all will become ineffective under the light of the Crimson Moon of Evil."

She paused, seemingly wanting to give the audience some time to process what she had said, before slowly uttering her next sentence.

"And this is just the beginning."

"Not only that, starting today, the Red Moon will also purify one city in Lanzhou every day."

Purification.

The word, when it reached everyone's ears, was like a cold pebble falling into warm water—at first glance it seemed insignificant, but upon closer inspection, the icy temperature instantly sent chills down everyone's spines.

What is purification?

Just as everyone was still pondering the meaning of the word "purification," the original image on the screen suddenly switched.

The grand hall formed from moonlight vanished, the throne vanished, and the two dukes kneeling on the ground also vanished.

Instead, a scene that made everyone hold their breath for a moment was presented.

That's an aerial view of Lanzhou.

It's not a map, not a satellite image, but a more realistic, real-time image that seems to be seen directly from thousands of feet in the sky. Mountains, rivers, cities, fields—every inch of land is so clear that you can see the pattern of the roof tiles, and every road has clearly visible tire tracks.

That's not a projection.

That was a real, happening scene.

Above the sky, the blood-red crescent moon lit up without warning. Its light was no longer the faint, almost chilling scarlet red it had been before, but a blazing, dazzling crimson that seemed to set the entire sky ablaze.

The moon is shining.

No, to be precise, the moon is gathering its light.

Countless crimson rays converged from the edge of the crescent moon towards its center, as if an invisible hand were gathering, compressing, and condensing the scattered moonlight. The crescent moon grew brighter and brighter as the light converged, until its brightness exceeded the limits of human vision, until the crescent moon transformed into a miniature, crimson sun hanging in the sky.

Then, the blood-red beam of light descended from the sky.

No one could describe the color of that light. It was thicker than blood, more intense than magma, and more dazzling than the setting sun. It cleaved straight down from the heavens at incredible speed, so fast that before the retina could even catch its trajectory, it had already reached its destination.

It happened in an instant.

There wasn't even time to blink.

There wasn't even time to breathe.

There wasn't even time for the brain to send out a "danger" signal.

A crimson beam of light silently struck a city on the earth.

Then, the city disappeared.

It wasn't bombed, it wasn't razed to the ground, it wasn't burned, it wasn't collapsed.

Instead, it disappeared.

To disappear completely, without leaving a trace.

It was as if someone had gently erased that piece of land with an eraser.

Where city walls once stood, now lies scorched, slightly sunken wasteland. Where moats once flowed, only a dry, cracked riverbed remains. The once densely packed buildings, the once crisscrossing streets and alleys, the city that once housed tens of thousands of lives—all vanished in an instant.

There was no sound of explosions, no towering flames, no billowing smoke, and no ruins.

Only silence.

A silence more suffocating than death itself.

In Xue Youyou's bedroom, everyone's gaze froze on that scene.

No one speaks.

No one moved.

No one could believe their eyes.

That city—

The city struck by the blood-red beam of light—

Each person had a place name that they dared not confirm, yet could not help but confirm.

They knew the outline of that land all too well.

That was where they grew up, the hometown they had hurriedly waved goodbye to before participating in the league.

Lanzhi City.