Todos los capítulos de Clouded By The Stars: New Moon: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

*You are sure that he is going to come? Huh*“I am confident. He knows I returned today. He will come today.”*I thought you didn’t know much about him. Was it not only recently that you two got closer? Yet you seem quite close now if you can predict his actions*“We may not have known each other very long, but I feel close to Grandmaster Kaizo. I know he will come today.”*Well, speak of the devil. He is already here*The night breeze found its way into Kylie’s room as a dark shadow made its way into the darkened room. His entry was as silent as a night whisper, and his intrusion went unnoticed by the scores of elite guards of the Kingsman clan. Even though the elders were staying the night, they too were unable to discern his visit. After all, how could they perceive what even the great Crowned Lion King, Galbraith Kingsman, could not?“It seems you were waiting for me,” Grandmaster Kaizo chuckled as he took his seat next to the child he regarded as his granddaughter.Unlike their f

Kylie moved swiftly. With each second she got faster, and each failed attempt to get at the insufferable angel before her pushed her mind to strive for even greater speed. At first, her figure could be made out. Then, it became a blur. Then it became untraceable! As all this was happening, Michael was stood in the centre, laughing maniacally like a fool as he warded off each and every attack with the smallest of movements. His smile became more and more annoying as time went on, and with her injuries growing while all that grew for Michael was his laughter, Kylie’s emotions soon reached their boiling point. He may be an archangel, but even legends were infuriating when they looked like that; and there was only so much that she was expected to take. And so she tapped into the power of the Sun of Destruction. If Michael was the Hand of Destruction, then Red was the destruction itself. If Michael was destruction controlled, then Red was destruction unhindered; and Kylie was going to draw

Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposable trash.Not only did they lack wisdom, but they lacked knowledge or basic intelligence entirely. They were like babies, but babies were more intelligent than they were. For even a baby knew to cry when it was hungry, hurt, soiled, and thirsty. So, calling them babies was an insult to babies. For

“So, what next, captain?” “Well, based on the map we were given, we will start our investigations in the areas marked red. We’d start with this place. The goal is not to exterminate the walkers in that region, but to find traces of the 6th Sword. He supposedly has a few minions in these bases. If we could get one of them to confess where he is to us, things would go much more smoothly.”“Sounds like a solid plan captain.”“You have to stop calling me that. It sounds very strange.”“It may sound strange, but that is your position and your roll. You are our captain.”“Philip is right. You should get used to hearing that.”Kylie sighed silently upon hearing the argument of her team members. How could she get used to hearing them call her by such a title when she had been called Kylie her entire life?*They are right though. The earlier you learn to abandon relationships in a mission, the faster you will see victories come to you. Set aside your prejudices and feelings and embrace the au

The land of the Undead was as bleak as those who resided in it. Bright colours were obsolete here with nothing but darkness and blood occupying this very unsettling atmosphere. For a human, this place was worse than death; for Beastmen, it was a battlefield that could easily cost them their lives; yet for the Undead – as long as they weren’t variant Walkers – this place was a safe haven’t that was very much welcome. After all, what was one person’s meat was easily poison to another.In this bleak environment, the measure of one’s success or authority could not be quantified by the number of cars or properties that one had. After all, what need did those who had died yet had cheated death, have for a means of transportation. There were Undead beasts like Undead horses available for these kinds of tasks. The measure of success in this land was quantified in the number of subordinates that one had and the degree of strength that these subordinates possessed!The Undead graded strength in