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!"

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

of the truth about Sunny that he shared with the world.

'Doesn't matter…'

forward, Sunny summoned a very special Memory… the one he had worked so hard

The [Siege Souvenir].

Saint's hand. It was about three meters long, incredibly heavy, and entirely white. A sense of immense, wild, destructive power radiated from the white javelin, making even Sunny himself

had collected from an army warehouse a long time ago — the thing Sunny had spent most of his free time in

special one at that. Several Transcendent soul shards, as well as rivers of essence that formed numerous shadow strings, had

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

Dealer], which Sunny had copied from Morgan's Warbow. Bestowing that

that one was the vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative — [Death Dealer] was the most destructive single-target enchantment

dreadfully gluttonous in its consumption of

not gluttonous enough, as far as Sunny was

name… because it was invented by him. Creating it was not technically hard, but required Sunny to teach himself an entirely new facet of weaving, as well as accomplish something he had

a vast reservoir of power when at death's doorstep, as long as the wielder refused to surrender

he interested in creating a

he was interested in was the reservoir

[Death Dealer] had to be

had spent many, many arduous hours studying the weave of the [Unbroken], trying to understand how it worked, what element of the tapestry of ethereal strings was responsible for which part of it, and how to isolate