Chapter 288
Side Story 21
Nothing held any meaning before the man.
It was literally meaningless.
It was a one-sided slaughter that could scarcely be called a fight. And before that presence, the improved Type 2 armor, the technology of the old empire, the cause of the revolution—none of it held any meaning. Not a single thing was spared. Revolution, struggle, justice, cause, the things of Samra, all forms of ‘meaning’—they collapsed like sandcastles, unable even to form the morphemes of meaning.
The god of meaninglessness was there.
“Monster… monster… you monster…!”
And before that existence, human struggles were, quite literally, utterly meaningless.
“Did you call me a monster?”
And to the terrified, trembling Type 2 Magic Armor Soldiers, the man retorted.
“Hee, heeek!”
The Night Crow’s robe fluttered like a living creature, its hem splitting into countless tentacles. Just as Shub had done before, pitch-black tentacles writhed beneath the robe, taunting his enemies.
With the cruel indifference of a child toying with ants, yet possessing an indescribable innocence, the tentacles of the shadow cloak slid and coiled around the improved Type 2 armor.
“How clumsy of you to meddle.”
The magic armor wasn’t even a weapon of the revolutionary army to begin with. It was forged by the Fourth Empire’s mages for the heavy infantry directly under the imperial court, once known as the ‘Black Armor Company’.
