Shadow Slave

Chapter 1723 The Flight of the Wraiths.

Being carried around on the palm of a militant giantess was perhaps the world's most exciting amusement ride in the world… losing only to being tossed into the sky by the said giantess, or maybe riding on the back of a dragon.

Today, Jet had the opportunity to experience all three. Who would have thought that a neglected girl from the outskirts would one day be living such an exciting life?

However, she wasn't really having fun.

Nor was she living, if one wanted to be technical.

Clad in a black leather armor, Jet soared across the sky. Her raven-black hair fluttered in the wind as her figure tore apart the towering pillars of smoke, the landscape of the ruined city streaking beneath her like a blur. Her icy blue eyes were burning with murderous intent.

Perhaps it was for the best that she was moving much too fast to see the scenes of devastation clearly.

The terrible loss of life was aggravating enough, but the irreparable damage done to the crucial infrastructure would frustrate her even more. At the end of the day, the two were one of the same — cities could not function without people, while people could not survive in this poisoned world without the protection of the cities.

So, the losses humanity had suffered today were doubly great.

Even if they were to win the battle and slaughtered the Nightmare Creatures, rebuilding the city was out of the question. Not with the focus of humanity slowly shifting toward the Dream Realm, and not in the aftermath of Antarctica.

After today, there would be one less human city on Earth. The survivors could be relocated to other population centers, and in time, the population would grow to replenish the lost lives… but the number of cities would only dwindled. Too many of them had been swallowed by the Chain of Nightmares, and in the years that followed, two more fell to the Skinwalker.

This city would be the third the government lost in the last four years.

To Jet, losing a city felt like being robbed of her personal belongings. It was sad, humiliating, and deeply distasteful.

She had a commitment to work for the government a long time ago, and as such, any defeat that the mission of the government suffered was a personal sleight.

«Those bastards…»

Jet was really sure who she was referring to — the Nightmare Creatures, or the people who had pushed back against her desire to allocate more precious resources to the waking world.

did not understand the inevitable future. The waking world… their world… was not ending yet, but its trajectory was already clear. There were

only because they chose to be there, but also because it was hard for them to enter the waking world… as if their very existence was denied by it. So, even if a new Supreme was

wasn't a reactionary hellbent on remaining on Earth simply because that was where she had been born.

into a new world if

founded in

opinion, even the best of her colleagues were panicking. The trauma delivered by the Chain of Nightmare was too great, even if few people acknowledged it. And since they were panicking, they were rushing too

was forced to clean

government forces were too late

«How ironic…»

who had come from the outskirts. If there had been just one person who

outskirts to survive the

kept her gaze

and a few moments later,

wraith form had many advantages

an unreasonably strong giantess, since being a ghost could prevent them from turning into thin

Jet would. With her special physique, she could strike the ground like a meteor and climb out of the crater

a soft

going to be particularly soft. She

Effie's aim was Immaculate.

plummeting to the ground, Jet snarled coldly and turned

to a Great Monster, and so, it

the Relic, one for each of the five forms it could turn into. Jet could consume them to replenish her essence if her

belonged to a Corrupted Terror once, and a dreadful one at that. The effect granted by its soul to the sickle sword was that anyone cut by it would fall into a debilitating lethargy, losing

insidious lethargy, somewhat, but would still

of the mist

what Jet was dealing with

A Great Devil…

moment, a soft voice resounded in