Shadow Slave

1030 The Fall of Falcon Scott (48)

As soon as Goliath took a step forward, and the wall vibrated under Sunny once again, he called upon Saint.

By his side, Master Jet mounted the parapet of the battlement, clinging to it with one hand and ready to push herself away. In her other hand, the slender glaive weaved itself from snowflakes.

The sea of Nightmare Creatures flowed forward, overtaking the marching colossus. The familiar thunder of discharging rail guns tore the snowstorm apart, and the turrets joined them a moment later, drowning the world in a roaring cacophony.

A tall and graceful figure clad in onyx armor stepped onto the wall from the shadows. Instantly, her fearsome presence permeated the air, making soldiers turn around and crane their necks, staring at the menacing black knight in fright. Saint's ruby eyes flashed with cold crimson flames.

Someone yelled.

"It's Mongrel!"

"Mongrel is here!"

"Thank the gods!"

Their calls rolled across the wall, and the soldiers that had been shaken by the terrible visage of the marching titan regained some of their confidence. Even though Saint was dwarfed by the looming shapes of bulky MWPs, at that moment, she seemed much greater than the towering machines.

"Show that ugly boulder who's in charge, Mongrel!"

for Sunny, no one paid him much attention. Whatever fame he had earned among the fighters of the First Army paled in comparison to his flamboyant alter ego. After all, unlike him, Mongrel was a mysterious character. People were free to fill in the blanks

the version of the truth about Sunny that he shared with the world. The actual truth was so outlandish

'Doesn't matter…'

a very special Memory… the one he had worked so hard to create. His payback gift to the stone

The [Siege Souvenir].

Saint's hand. It was about three meters long, incredibly heavy, and entirely white. A sense of immense, wild, destructive

Devil he had collected from an army warehouse a long time ago — the

Memory, and a very special one at that. Several Transcendent soul shards, as well as rivers of essence that formed numerous

had met was merely one of scope. Of all the enchantments he had learned

that one was the vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative — The long javelin possessed

Dealer], which Sunny had copied from Morgan's Warbow. Bestowing that one to the devil's needle had been hard, but

had met was merely one of scope. Of all the enchantments he had learned and recreated before, that one was the vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative — [Death Dealer]

gluttonous in its

not gluttonous enough, as far as

but required Sunny to teach himself an entirely new facet of weaving, as well as accomplish something he had never done before — not simply copy, but disassemble and

Shard. It allowed the wielder access to a vast reservoir of power when at death's doorstep, as long as the wielder

interested

interested in was the reservoir

Dealer] had to

the tapestry of ethereal strings was responsible for which part of it,