### Chapter 347
Molyaw, the Moon Rabbit.
If you just think about the name, you’d picture a cute little bunny.
But the lady standing right in front of him was nowhere near that.
Her arm muscles were bulging, reaching the absolute maximum of what a woman could possess.
With shoulders as broad as the Pacific Ocean and a physique resembling an inverted triangle,
the tightly-clad thighs below revealed muscles so distinctly defined they could stun a dude.
Those muscles, along with the scars that ran across her face, only amplified her wild, untamed beauty.
Kraush knew exactly whose handiwork those scars were.
‘The Swordmaster.’
He was the only one among the World Erosion that Molyaw trusted and followed.
Those scars were the result of their fierce battle.
But she had her rabbit-like traits too.
That was evident in the black ears sprouting from her head and her bunny tail.
She was none other than Molyaw, the Moon Rabbit.
‘I haven’t run into Molyaw much myself.’
Back when the Swordmaster wielded his sword and a war raged between the world and the World Erosion,
Molyaw was on the same side as the Swordmaster, fighting in that war.
However, the Swordmaster ultimately met his end at the hands of Charlotte, and the war shifted in favor of the world.
Not one to accept defeat, Molyaw relentlessly laid siege to the Altar of the God of Night.
Then, the Demon King stepped in and sent Molyaw flying after exhausting the Altar of the God of Night.
Kraush hadn’t had much direct contact with Molyaw, only catching glimpses of her from a distance.
Now, standing face to face with her, he felt the energy of battle radiating off her in waves, making his skin prickle.
‘Ten Great Lords.’
Molyaw was at least on par with them.
It was no wonder she was recognized as a powerhouse amongst the World Erosion.
Moreover, Ixion’s failure to recruit her spoke volumes about her strength as well.
“Looks like you brought me here on purpose.”
As Molyaw dusted off the wall debris from her hands, she smirked.
“Pretty brave for a grave robber, huh?”
Kraush couldn’t help but chuckle.
But he quickly narrowed his eyes.
“Seriously, who’s the real grave robber here? Isn’t it the same for both of us trying to take the power of the God of Night?”
Molyaw had previously attempted to siphon the God of Night’s power through her servant, the major Irma.
But Kraush had stopped that attempt.
Later, while neglecting the God of Night’s tomb, she visited it with her servant, Zodiac Cloria, a few days ago.
That was when she realized someone had actually stolen the God of Night’s power.
Molyaw slowly stroked her chin.
“That hair color.”
Her reaction was not to Kraush’s words, but to the color of his hair.
“Is that Balheim?”
The deep blue color of his hair—
the unique hue symbolizing Balheim.
Naturally, she was aware of it as well.
“Seems you’re not from Muhwang.”
Muhwang; she would’ve definitely recognized Balok Balheim if she’d met him.
No matter how good he was, Kraush was just entering his late teens.
“Then it must be that guy. The Dragon King?”
[ “It’s ‘Dragon King’.” ]
Suddenly, Crimson Garden piped in from Kraush’s mind.
Emphasizing ‘Dragon King’ like that likely meant she was teasing him.
How could she think of making jokes in such a tense situation?
But then again, this was Crimson Garden being her usual self,
or perhaps it was a sign that she had come to trust Kraush enough for that.
“Anyway.”
At that moment, Molyaw aggressively gripped the wall beside her.
CRACK!
The wall, made of stone, crumbled under her grip with a ridiculous force.
“I’ll be taking back the power of the God of Night that you stole.”
Kraush simply stared at her.
Molyaw was from the battle-loving tribe, the Myotode.
Which simply means—
if she wins, she’s right; if she loses, she’ll concede.
“Why so chatty?”
There’s no need for persuasion when facing Molyaw.
“Just come at me.”
Fight and win—that’s all that mattered.
At Kraush’s words, Molyaw’s eyes lit up.
An intense desire for battle radiated from her, enveloping the area around them.
“Balheim is more impressive than I thought!”
Known as the strongest faction in combat, Balheim—
Molyaw, being the direct descendant, made the challenge before even spotting Kraush.
She evaluated Balheim highly and vanished.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Kraush heard the echoes late in his ears.
But it didn’t matter; she was already gone.
His Thunder Prime surged as Kraush launched himself from the ground.
BANG!
In that instant, he was hurled backward by the shockwave from their clash.
As the wind whirled around him, Kraush tried to regain his stance.
BANG!
Once again, that previous sound echoed a beat late in his ears.
Above him, Molyaw whoosh-bounced back with her legs bent up to her chest.
Her legs swelled with muscle as her power concentrated.
Taking a huge smile, she unleashed her trained legs without a second thought.
SQUISH!
The sound of Kraush’s sword breaking resonated as Thunder Prime enveloped him.
Kraush found himself crashing down, smashing through parts of the grave.
ZING!
Quick reflexes activated as he felt the impact,
and he plunged down to the sandy floor.
The ceiling above had completely collapsed.
Kraush’s body was tingling from the harsh impact of Molyaw’s kick.
Every bone ached from that one strike.
‘This isn’t your ordinary Ten Great Lord level—I mean, damn she’s strong.’
But there wasn’t time to waste.
Kraush promptly shot up from the ground engulfed in clouds.
BANG!
The spot where Kraush had just stood caved in, sending sand flying.
Amid the rising sand, he caught a glimpse of Molyaw.
As he lifted his sword, suddenly her foot was hovering right in front of him.
It had closed in with the innate propulsion of her leap.
BANG!
But Kraush’s sword was equally fast.
“Excel.”
Accelerated by the use of his speed technique, his sword intercepted her attack.
As white steam erupted from his mouth, Kraush’s eyes transformed, resembling a lizard, as horns sprouted from his head.
His ultimate technique, the Destruction Fire Dragon, was unleashed.
“Oh?”
In her striking pose, Molyaw briefly marveled.
But she quickly withdrew her leg and spun mid-air again.
Thud!
This time, she aimed for the air itself.
Smashing into the atmosphere, she struck down upon Kraush with a divekick.
As her circular kick descended, Kraush’s sword met it head-on.
Yet her blows didn’t stop.
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!
Like a pestle, her legs hammered Kraush’s sword without a moment’s pause.
It seemed she intended to bury him deep within the sandy floor.
But just then, a blue aura shimmered around Kraush’s sword.
In an instant, that aura transformed into the white flames of fury before exploding outwards.
WHOOOSH!
Kraush blasted back Molyaw while showering her with white flames.
As she gracefully landed, Molyaw tilted her head, puzzled by the white flames spiraling from Kraush’s sword.
“Seems oddly familiar…to my Towel technique.”
She had sharp eyes.
But it was already too late.
Kraush’s sword was brimming with the power of Sword Light.
Kraush, pulling his leg back, felt the red energy surge through him.
“You wanted the God of Night’s power?”
Deep within Kraush, the Seven Stars of the Night Sky illuminated, unleashing their might as he channeled the flames to their absolute peak.
Kraush aimed this tremendous power straight at her.
“Let’s see if you can take it!”
The flames of the White Dragon roared from Kraush’s sword.
Destruction Fire Erosion
Essence of Seven
Destruction Heaven White Dragon
The moment the altar of the God of Night below was engulfed in white flames.
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