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!"

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 using nothing but their imaginations, and the things they came

shared with the world. The actual truth was so outlandish

'Doesn't matter…'

one he had worked so hard

The [Siege Souvenir].

sharp javelin appeared in Saint's hand. It was about three meters long, incredibly heavy, and entirely white.

quill of the Corrupted Devil he had collected from an army warehouse a long time ago — the thing Sunny had spent most of his free time in Falcon Scott trying to

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

had met was merely one of scope.

vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative — The long

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

he had learned and recreated before, that one was the vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative — [Death Dealer] was the most destructive single-target enchantment in his arsenal, and so, nothing else would

was also extremely, dreadfully gluttonous

not gluttonous enough, as far as

but required Sunny to teach himself an entirely

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

nor was he interested in

was interested in was the reservoir

Dealer] had to be powered

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,