Shadow Slave

Chapter 1885 Fortune Favors the Bold The arrow was aimed at Neph's head, but despite how fast it flew, she still managed to dodge it. The arrowhead left a long cut on her cheek, then pierced the chest of a Saint who stood behind her.

'Shot from elevation.‘

That was the first thought that crossed Sunny's mind, who had subconsciously traced the arrow's trajectory.

Then, for a few moments, everything moved too fast for him to think.

The wounded Saint let out a stifled yelp and started to fall, blood splattering on the wooden floor. His armor should have been robust enough to if not deflect, then at least dissipate the force of the arrow, so that it did not pierce too deeply. However, somehow, the moonlight arrow seemed to ignore the durability of the enchanted metal and the resilience of Transcendent flesh, killing him on the spot.

Just like that, a Saint died.

"Ambush!"

Before anyone else could react, Sunny called upon the shadows and summoned an impenetrable wall in front of them. Almost instantly, two more ethereal arrows struck it, the impacts producing thunderous bangs. That wall of shadows quaked and cracked.

Nephis was already moving.

Strangely enough, she wasn't lunging into the darkness to shorten the distance between her and the hidden archer. Instead, she was spinning around, searching for something beyond the gates of the castle.

The thin cut on her cheek was yet to fill with blood, glowing softly with ethereal, pale light.

"Shield Wall! "

Her sword was pointing to the outside.

A split second after Sunny's wall materialized, Sir Rivalen had already answered her call. The air behind them shimmered, and an invisible force field manifested itself in the gateway of the Citadel. Its faint contours resembled a grid of ghostly, interlocked shields...

more arrows — these ones made out of wood and steel, not moonlight — slid into the swiftly narrowing

struck the thin gap between the edge of a man's breastplate and his helmet, piercing his neck. The other hit the crack between

level of accuracy needed to perform such

spent time treating his wound, he would not be participating in the battle. Finally, the two bodies fell to the floor. The moonlight arrow dimmed and dissolved into nothingness, leaving a haunting afterglow in its wake. The cut on Neph's cheek swelled with blood... the conquest team, reduced to twelve members in an instant, was now protected from all sides by the

a moment, nothing

but surrounded and not knowing where to aim it, the champions of the

Nephis was standing still, a deep scowl on her face... there

nocked an arrow on the string of her bow. The old man himself had twisted the handle of his cane, revealing it to be a hidden sword. Golden arcs of electricity were dancing around Roan's ironclad

near the wounded Saint, protecting the man

I sense

the enemies in advance. By now, it was clear that what had attacked them was no

Transcendent champions of Song.

eyes widened slightly, and a crooked smile twisted his lips behind the

collarbone — after all, it was quite close to their camp. And they had.

have been for a handful of Saints to reach this far into

But...

they really hope to survive a battle against Changing Star of the Immortal Flame

not always

would have expected Nephis to heal the wounded Saint, but

"Reveal yourself."

moment, he was stunned by the childishness of her demand. Why would the enemy

certainly never respond to

perhaps, he did not understand something

moving again as something massive flew at them from the darkness of

the wooden floor and then plummeted down, crashing into the wall of shadows with a deafening boom. The barrier finally crumbled, and Sunny saw the shape of the dead thing as