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Shadow Slave novel Chapter 1151

A ravaged underground hall. Split concrete, old machines turned into piles of scrap, broken walls. Deep darkness chased away by the bright light of electric floodlights.

The stench of blood permeating the air.

And bodies, of course, scattered on the cracked floor. Dozens of them, all bearing terrible wounds. Bodies of the Awakened of Valor, the Awakened of Song... and one more, a ghastly hill of grey flesh that had been a Nightmare Creature before.

Morgan studied the scene of slaughter with a neutral expression as she walked among the corpses. She would linger for a few moments near one of the corpses, then indifferently move on to the next. Her vermilion eyes were cold.

Saint Gilead, the Summer Knight, was more expressive. He was kneeling in front of one of the bodies with a mournful expression on his gallant, handsome face. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips.

"Amiran..."

Morgan turned around and looked at the Transcendent.

"Oh. I am sorry, Sir Gilead. I have forgotten that the two of you were once members of the same cohort. Please accept my condolences."

Her voice did not seem too regretful, though.

Summer Knight looked down.

"Sometimes, I forget..."

She raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

The Saint lingered for a few moments, then offered her a calm gaze.

"How much I loathe you and your family."

Morgan smiled slightly and looked away.

"Well. What can I say? We are a loathsome bunch."

With that, she used her armored boot to turn one of the bodies over andasked:

"Does this make sense to you?"

Summer Knight stood up with a sigh and walked over.

"The result is outside expectations, but the sequence of events seems clear. We severely underestimated the opposition. By all accounts, Amiran should have been able to achieve a clean victory... but the presence of a Corrupted Tyrant changed things. Our estimation of Beastmaster's power needs to be adjusted. Still... he slayed the beast, even if the price was his life."

Morgan shook her head.

"Seems clear, huh?"

Her gaze was locked on the fatal sword wound that had killed the Awakened in front of her.

Morgan remained motionless for a few moments.

"...What a beautiful cut."

Seemingly losing interest in the corpse, she turned away and called out to one of the specialists that had been casing the scene. The man walked over and bowed, then delivered a preliminary report. His conclusions were in line with what Saint Gilead had said.

Morgan stared at him bleakly.

"Have the diviners discovered anything?"

The investigator looked away in embarrassment.

"...Nothing, my lady."

A slight frown appeared on her face.

"So you're telling me that six cohorts of Valor's best, armed and armored with forged Memories, lost to four cohorts of Song infiltrators? And that Knight Amiran slayed a Corrupted Tyrant alone?"

The man lowered his head.

"That is what the evidence tells, my lady." Morgan scoffed.

She remained silent for a while, then turned and addressed a delicate young woman who was standing silently above a severed head:

"What about you, Cassia? Do you see something?"

The young woman shifted slightly and answered in a calm tone:

"...I see nothing."

Morgan tilted her head.

"Are you telling me that you don't see anything, or that you seenothing?"

Summer Knight frowned, thinking that the princess was mocking theblind girl. The young woman, meanwhile, simply nodded.

Morgan grinned.

Chapter 1151: See no Evil 1

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