Chapter 159
The surrounding landscape was submerged in darkness, leaving only ‘two Shadow Lords’ standing there.
Tentacles surged from beneath the Shadow Lords’ feet and began to rush forward in unison.
In response, the ‘Shadow Lord’ reconfigured the armor of the dark cavern like liquid metal, generating blades, and the black-blooded sword severed the Shadow Lord’s tentacles all at once.
He immediately re-gripped the hilt of the Peacemaker and drove it straight into the ground.
Simultaneously, tentacles surged forth again from beneath the Shadow Lord’s feet. Each time, the Shadow Lord restructured his dark armor to sever them. Yet one tentacle, impossible to evade, coiled tightly around his arm.
Thud!
A hollow sound, like breaking a tree branch, echoed.
Black blood gushed forth in spurts along the severed arm.
But the ‘Shadow Lord’ paid no heed. He swiftly manipulated the shadows to reconstruct his prosthetic arm and overlay it with black blood armor.
As the shattered armor of thought was restored, the distance closed. Or rather, it should have closed.
Another Shadow Lord… The body of the immortal craftsman, Frederick, lost its substance and crumbled to the ground.
“What a futile struggle, child.”
A voice came from behind him.
The Immortal who had been right before Dale just moments ago now stood far behind him, laughing.
Once more, tentacles surged from around him, plunging toward Dale.
The sheer number is too great to fend off individually. Even twisting the armor of the dark cave into the shape of blades, it is impossible to cut through them all.
