Shadow Slave

1516 Consuming Wrath

Using the fact that the loathsome dragon had been distracted by the fly, Sunny considered his enemy for a moment. His mind was aflame with insatiable anger, so it was hard to think… hard to stay still and contemplate the way to kill his enemy better, even though that was his one and only goal.

Somewhere deep down, Sunny knew that he had surrendered his most lethal weapon — his cunning — to the scorching temptation of wrath. But that thought, too, was obliterated by the ocean of boundless rage.

'That worm is strong.'

Sunny had called upon his most primal, most destructive power — the Shadow Shell. He had ravaged the Dread Lord as a ferocious sea serpent, a dreadful butterfly, a decaying leopard, and many more revolting shapes. His attacks had dealt some damage to the enemy, but none of them had made the dragon reel.

The only thing that had was the Sin of Solace.

Sunny glanced at the beautiful jade jian.

'He knows that sword.'

The Mad Prince had wielded the Sin of Solace, and so, the Dread Lord would be familiar with the sinister power of the cursed blade. Even if it had never been used against him, he would know and fear it.

That was because while Sunny could mutilate the dragon's flesh, the Sin of Solace could shatter his mind. It had been created from the whisper of Ariel, the Demon of Dread, after all.

And there was no one more familiar with the terror of Ariel's secrets than the Dread Lord, who was similarly burdened by the knowledge of truth due to his Flaw.

There was a problem, though…

Sunny could only wield the Sin of Solace in a human hand, but his human body could be destroyed by one bellow from the dreadful dragon.

Or maybe not.

Grinning madly, Sunny dismissed the jade jian. At the same time, he called upon the shadows once again. They surged from the open gate of the Shadow Lantern, enveloping him like a dark tide.

a towering figure rose

leopard. Instead, he borrowed a page from the Devouring Beast's

with the feral Plague, who had stood a hundred meters tall. But even at a third of her height, his head still rose above the battlements

middle of the courtyard, sharing Sunny's appearance. His towering body was covered

created from the soul essence of their wielder, and adjusted to suit the wielder's body. That was why Awakened did not need to fit and tailor their armor, or mold the hilts of

It was only then that the limit to how much a Memory could be adjusted to fit its wielder revealed

different limits. Some could still be used by the transformed Saints, some could not. Generally, the more powerful a Memory

of the Fifth Tier, possessed more than enough of it to be useful in the hands of a giant — especially because the form he had taken was only

it. Ten times more, a hundred times more, a thousand times more… it did

light, Sunny grinned and dashed forward. It was going to take

massive body, Sunny leaned forward and rammed his shoulder into the wall of the courtyard. The entire fortress quaked and tilted, water pouring in through the broken gates. The wall itself cracked and collapsed, forcing the Dread Lord, who had been using it

down. His face was very close to the Dread Lord's bloodied chest… if not for the visor

'What's this…'

from all the others. It was

look at

the annoying

"S—sunny! I… I can't…"

'What...'

hit him in the back, slid into the

'No!'

the shadow giant's torso exploded from within. His onyx armor, which had already been severely damaged, crumbled into pieces. His left arm, which had almost grasped the hilt of the Sin of Solace, fell to

his neck, shredding it. The Dread Lord growled,

and disoriented, Sunny crashed

and he was banished

body rolled and came to halt in the rubble of the shattered

'Ah…'

killed it sooner. The loathsome dragon must have whispered a

out a pained groan, Sunny forced his battered body to rise — only to see the Dread Lord's tail swiping at him with terrible speed. Remembering how thehollow vessels of Soul Stealer exploded into