Chapter 92
“What could a greenhorn like you possibly know about the darkness of Saxony…!”
The Knight of the Night Crow, who had reached the realm of an Oru Knight. Yet he was never a ‘Knight of Dale’, let alone a ‘Knight of Saxony’. Therefore, there was no reason to show mercy.
Soon, this arena would be reborn as the ‘Black Sage’s Slaughterhouse’, and the butcher before him would be its very first sacrifice.
Kaang!
The Butcher parried the Black Blade with his Peacemaker, and in counterpoint, the blades of the Shadow Cloak surged forward. Before the plunging blades of darkness, the Butcher hastily drew back.
The knight had deliberately created distance from the mage.
Before long, Dale had instantly added the formula for fine slashes to the shadow blades, crafting each shattered shadow fragment into bullet form. From blades, into bullets ready to be thrust downward on the spot.
With speed and precision incomparable to his third circle days.
‘Was it this easy?’
Leaving behind an efficiency that even surprised himself, Dale simply extended his arm. Bullets from the shadows rained down.
Without even chanting a spell, a barrage of black bullets poured forth like a machine gun.
Shadow Bullets were fired at the knight who had willingly allowed the distance, and the outcome meant only one thing.
Despite wrapping himself in aura to strengthen his armor’s hardness, he possessed not a shred of resistance, and a wretched scream echoed.
