Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2287

Slayer was a strange creature. She was a Shadow whose dark depths were illuminated by the silver light of pure soul essence. She wasn't exactly Supreme, but she wasn't exactly Transcendent either—and even though she fought under Sunny's dark banner, she wasn't loyal or devoted to him.

Her prey, the Great Tyrant controlling a huge portion of the hideous swarm, was also a rather strange creature.

At first, Sunny was sure that black centipedes were no different from a mindless crowd — they were not controlled by anyone and obeyed only by their animal instincts. It was only after suffering several crushing defeats that he realized that there was some kind of guiding force behind them. But even then, it took him a long time to discover the Tyrants...

too long, considering that he was almost omniscient when his sense of shadows extended in all directions.

As it turned out, the Great Tyrants of the Black Centipede Tribe were elusive creatures. It was difficult to make out their vague shapes, and it was even harder to catch them off guard — because they also existed in a transitional duality, divided into two states.

Only unlike the Slayer, who was torn between two ranks, the Centipede Queens seemed to exist in fleeting intervals between two moments. At least, that's the conclusion Sunny came to after several failed attempts to kill them.

These Great Tyrants did not exist in the present, remaining forever hidden in the past and the future. And since it was impossible to destroy something that did not exist, Sonny failed time after time.

This ability was, to put it mildly, strange and paradoxical. However, it was precisely this kind of unreasonable power that Sunny expected from creatures of Great rank.

Apart from the protective camouflage of time, the Centipede Queens were huge, encased in an intimidating shell of impenetrable chitin, capable of spawning an endless stream of lesser abominations and usually safely hidden in their fortress-like nests.

As far as Sonny could tell, there were seven of them, and today his goal was to kill at least one.

Dealing with six all-consuming swarms was no easier than dealing with seven, and the orphaned centipedes would most likely just join the armies of the remaining Queens, making them stronger. However, it would still be a turning point in his war with the Black Centipede tribe.

After all, as soon as one of the monstrous queens joins the Shadow Legion, she will be able to control the thousands of phantoms of her fallen descendants who were already there. Thus, his own growing swarm of hideous centipedes would become many times more deadly in an instant.

So being beaten up by a Murderer and feeding her his blood was a small price to pay.

While one incarnation of Sunny was distracting the Devils guarding the Queens, the Slayer was sitting in ambush. It wasn't easy to escape from the endless stream of Nightmarish Creatures, many of which possessed great strength and powerful sensory organs that people hadn't even heard of, but she managed to stay hidden even under their noses.

Or what the monstrous centipedes had instead of noses...

Anyway, the Slayer stepped out of the shadows and sent an arrow flying. She had always possessed a chilling power, and now she was being enhanced by Sonny. He shared the Slayer's feelings, sensing the deadly precision of her movements, her calm and ruthless determination to kill, the cold lethality of her willpower.

The Great Tyrant was a terrifying creature—one of them was enough to destroy an entire continent in the waking world, turn huge cities into ruins, and devour hundreds of millions of unfortunate souls in a matter of days or even hours.

Everything about them represented tyrannical might and inevitable terror. Their towering bodies could crush mountains, and their impenetrable armor easily deflected even the most terrifying attacks.

Still, the Assassin's arrow easily pierced through the Centipede Queen's head, as if it had encountered no resistance.

This was because her will was stronger than the will of the Great Tyrant. Not only was it stronger, but it was also sharper, being shaped like a penetrating blade rather than a falling hammer.

.. So it can be done like this...'

Even in the midst of a battle, Sunny didn't miss the chance to learn a new lesson.

He had already completed his Transcendent Martial Art. His swordsmanship didn't require any further breakthroughs—however, the Transcendent Martial Art as a whole could still be elevated to a Supreme Martial Art.

The difference between them was simple. The Supreme Martial Art contained a whole new dimension—invisible and abstract, but nevertheless vital. It was a dimension of will.

To master it, Sonny had to learn how to pour his will into every movement and blow, wielding it with the same subtlety and precision as with a sword. He had already made his first breakthrough in the battle with Anvil, having studied the Supreme Martial Art of the Sword King, and had made great progress in mastering the Will over the past year.

But he still had a lot to improve, and there was no better example to follow than the Killer.

After all, the Assassin was an ancient and highly skilled assassin. She has existed much longer than Sunny, hunted many more creatures than Sunny, and honed her Will to a much more deadly blade than Sunny.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to survive in the Shadow Realm for thousands of years, refusing to succumb to death.

'...Interesting.'

The arrow pierced the Centipede Queen's head, but it did not kill the terrifying creature. Moreover, the damage caused by the arrow turned out to be much more modest than Sunny expected.

He thought for a split second.

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