Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 142: Huge step

Jon frowned as he held the assassin by the neck.

’They actually tried to use them as hostages...’ His grip tightened, his murderous intent spilling out in wisps that enveloped him like a demon.

He had been about to kill the swift one when the treasure alerted him, forcing him to abandon everything and come here. Just as he was about to snap the assassin’s neck, his body stirred—his watch that had been silent for so long was blaring.

’The watch?’ His eyes narrowed. The warning was clear: Do not kill him.

Instead, he released his fog to immobilize the assassin. But before the mist could take hold, something happened.

From that ethereal world, its energy interfered again. It latched onto the assassin, its presence chilling.

"AHHHHHHHH!" The assassin’s scream tore through the air, not one of pain, but pure, unfiltered terror. He hadn’t even reacted this way when Jon was about to snap his neck, after all he knew what was happening to him.

Jon’s eyes flickered with realization. ’Is this...?’

The fog twisted and tore at the markings on the assassin’s body. Information flooded Jon’s mind as the marking on the assassin dimmed and then completely faded.

’So, this is what it was,’

Crack.

Jon snapped the assassin’s neck as he was no longer useful.

"So, this is how you use ’Moon,’" he murmured, turning to the rest. His voice had a tinge of relief and a deep fury beneath it.

It was surreal as a massive blue moon materialized behind him—a red figure, dwarfing even the combined moons of the seven moon people.

That wasn’t all.

[YOU HAVE FORCIBLY EVOLVED ’MOON’ FROM SECOND REALM LEVEL 1 TO THIRD REALM LEVEL 1]

[MOON (THIRD REALM) LEVEL 1: YOU...]

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From a distant position, the Moon Leader watched cautiously, his expression darkening. He had been waiting, wary of Jon using his own ’Moon.’ Yet, who would have thought...

’That boy... he didn’t even know how to use it until now.’

His eyes blazed as he roared, "EVERYONE, SPARE NOTHING! KILL HIM!"

AHHHHHHHHHH

A unified roar erupted as thousands charged. Rage contorted their faces—rage for their fallen friends, families, lovers.

They had held back as their king battled, but now they had permission. They would not waste it.

With the activation of their markings, their ’Moons’ came alive—moon weapons, moon monsters, and celestial objects manifesting in the air.

—

Standing atop the still-standing building, the massive moon looming behind him, Jon exhaled deeply.

He had just spent 1,000 mana points to summon this moon. Even with his principles of inscription reinforcing his reserves, he was close to exhaustion. But it was worth it.

Because he had just taken a massive step in understanding Dream, Consciousness, and Mystery. All of his comprehension culminated in the moon behind him. The few times he had brought out ’moon’ in the past, it had only been during crucial attacks, but now, he could summon it with his mana.

Silently, he stretched out a hand, sending the three remaining divine spears hurtling toward the charging moon people, and before it reached its destination, a mirror materialized, absorbing the attack.

The moon people were confused by his goal when they saw that the attack didn’t reach them.

The mirror glowed bright blue and then fired the attack back at him.

Jon’s eyes flashed purple—a mixture of moon and his red murderous intent— as a larger mirror formed before him, absorbing the returned attack.

The leaders’ eyes widened in horror as he realized his intentions.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The Moon Leader’s frantic scream rang out.

However, it was too late.

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"AHHHHHH!" "PLEASE—" "SAVE M—"

The reflected attack carved through their ranks.

Screams of agony filled the battlefield. Without hesitation, Jon summoned dozens of spectral wolves, larger than what they had thrown earlier at him. They crashed into the army without waiting for the explosion to settle, tearing through flesh and bone.

Jon raised his spear, its deep blue hue darkening further as he gathered energy.

’Crescent Pierce.’

A lance of concentrated moonlight shot forth. It ripped through the land, the army, and the sky. It was unstoppable.

The leaders’ eyes widened in horror. The soldiers screamed.

Family. Friends. Descendants. Gone in an instant.

Jon’s eyes widened. This moon was different. Unlike before, it wasn’t draining his energy. It ran independently on the power he had already invested in the moon. He could continue feeding it mana to unleash more devastation.

A privilege meant only for Third Realm users, yet Jon wielded it in the First.

And the only drawback? The pain.

Even his passive skill couldn’t fully numb the agony lacing his body at the moment. However, he wouldn’t let PAIN stop him.

After unleashing several more Crescent Pierces, Jon shot into the air. His bloodlust had retreated, save for the wisps hovering around him, waiting to devour the aftermath of his wrath.

—

"SHOOT HIM DOWN!"

The leaders launched everything they had.

The sky blazed with blue light as countless attacks surged toward Jon.

A mirror materialized above them, absorbing all of it.

It returned their own attacks with double the force.

The leaders’ eyes turned bloodshot.

More family. Friends. Descendants were disappearing this instant.

Jon twirled his spear, spectral chains coiling around him. He lunged forward, targeting the leaders.

"Gahh..." The Mirror Man screamed as blood spurted from his eyes, ears, and nose as he directed the glowing mirror at Jon. He had absorbed too much damage from the stacked attack Jon had shot at them, saving a good portion of their forces.

Jon’s eyes widened as he faced the large mirror, ’I can’t dodge this.’ It was too close for him to do anything.

SHHAAAAAAAA!

BOOOOM!

"FUCKKKK..." Jon cursed as he felt intense pain on his body. The attack tore through his left arm, carving deep wounds into his side.

"DIE!" The Moon Leader appeared beneath Jon, throwing a devastating punch.

Jon barely raised his spear to block, but the force sent him flying helplessly and crashing to the ground.

BANG!

"AHHHH!" His bones rattled, pain flaring through his body.

"FINISH HIM!" The moon leader yelled madly.

He and the remaining leaders dove at him.

Jon spat blood continuously, his mind racing. Then forced himself to utter that word—

"Reflect."

BOOOM!

A white beam erupted from his body, exploding in the sky. He didn’t stop. The stacked-up damage was so much that it couldn’t throw everything in one go.

BOOOOOM! BOOOOOOM!

Pain drained from him in waves.

He pushed himself up, scanning the aftermath. His eyes had long since been covered in blood, he was left with his moon gaze to see.

THUD.

A body dropped to the ground.

THUD.

Another fell.

The remaining leaders crashed into the ground, wounded, struggling.

’My mana is below 500. I need to end this fast.’

Four divine web spears materialized at his side as he tightened his grip on his weapon.

From the moon people, chains wriggled their way through the ground to him, and two smaller wolves roared as they ran towards him and met his attacks. Not only them, the injured reflex master and the Moon Leader charged straight at him.

’So, the most useless ones died.’ Jon gnashed his teeth in disappointment.

The chains arrived first. He dodged, but some sapped his energy. The wolves lunged. With a single hand, he countered with his spear, while his divine web spears moved with controlled telekinesis, blocking the incoming leaders.

"Guhh..." Blood continuously poured from Jon as he frantically defended against all the attacks.

Bang!

Jon’s head snapped to the side in urgency ’Shit. They broke through.’

The Moon Leader and Crescent Moon had broken through his sloppy telekinesis control and rushed at him.

Before he could react, a fist and a blade struck him simultaneously.

The blade carved into his flesh. The punch hurled him backward.

But before he was thrown away—

He reflected the attack.

BOOOOM!

He wasn’t slow enough that he couldn’t follow their attacks; he was just being overwhelmed at that moment. His attacks on the moon soldiers hadn’t stopped for a moment, and that required a part of his concentration.

His mind raced as he thought of the next course of action, ’Extra Step.’

He stepped on the air, using it as a foothold, and shot toward the leaders still engulfed in explosion.

"This will be the last one." he muttered and brought his spear forward. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

A full and crescent moon formed behind him.