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!"

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

Sunny that he shared with the world. The actual truth was so outlandish that no one would probably believe

'Doesn't matter…'

Memory… the one he

The [Siege Souvenir].

three meters long, incredibly heavy, and entirely white. A sense

an army warehouse a long time ago — the thing Sunny had spent most of

and a very special one at that. Several Transcendent soul shards, as

one of scope. Of all

there

which Sunny had copied from Morgan's Warbow. Bestowing that one to the devil's needle

he had learned and recreated before, that one was the vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative — [Death Dealer] was

also extremely, dreadfully gluttonous in

as far as Sunny was

had bestowed on the Siege Souvenir came in. That one had no 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 never done before — not

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 the wielder refused to surrender and

javelin with additional power, nor was he interested in creating a limitation tied to how close someone was to death or

was interested in

Dealer] had to be powered

Sunny 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