Chapter 1300: Chapter 878: Distant Crisis
After regaining so clarity, Isley trudged back to the cave.
As soon as he entered the area where the poison gas had not yet fully dissipated, a sowhat soft, admiring voice reached his ears.
“Indeed, infected by the Abyss, such a vessel is the perfect servant and even host for my master!”
Upon hearing this voice, Isley, maintaining his Awakener form, turned his head slightly to glance at the silhouetted figure observing from the side.
This person had white hair and a gaunt face, yet his voice seed young, possessing a bizarre contrast.
But it was this person who made Isley, once the NO.1 male Great Sword who awakened as an Abyssal, feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
Now, upon hearing the other’s description that seed to evaluate goods, he spoke in a hoarse voice,
“Well then, are you satisfied now?”
Earlier, when faced with the gas attack, Isley already led everyone deep into the cave, preparing to leave through another exit.
However, it was at this mont that this mysterious figure, along with his companions, arrived here, and with unbelievable strength, easily subdued everyone!
The Awakeners and Great Swords of the organization were nothing before these mysterious enemies.
Previously, the threat from the invading Allied Forces was more about those strange weapons.
But this ti, the enemy easily subdued them with sheer force!
Absolute speed and power suppression!
Because of this, Isley, who was cautiously using that power to recover, had to go all out, losing consciousness for a mont.
In so of his remaining mories, it seed the other purposely led him to the entrance, purely to witness his performance.
Only after being awakened by several cannon shots did he return…
“Satisfied, of course satisfied, you Abyssals are born to be the best servants for my master. Isley, I now bestow upon you the utmost honor, allowing you to…”
The decrepit-looking figure with the young voice suddenly had a slight change in expression, then frowned while looking outside the cave, seemingly realizing sothing.
“Wait here for now.”
Interrupting the original topic, the white-haired man seed to issue a silent cry.
Not long after, a burly figure rushed out swiftly from the back of the cave.
This figure was at least three ters tall, most disgustingly covered with rough stitching marks all over the body. The mouth and eyelids were also completely stitched shut with threads, with dried blood stains on the coarse thread bundles, looking quite eerie.
After arriving here, the stitched mouth opened with trendous force, forming a grotesque hollow, with lines constantly stretching, revealing many gaps.
It seed to be continuously absorbing the external airflow, then closed its mouth before silently turning to exchange a glance with the white-haired man, so unknown communication taking place.
“The fel energy aura? The Burning Legion? According to intelligence, there are indeed signs of Burning Legion activity nearby, have they already co here…”
The white-haired figure frowned slightly.
“The Burning Legion guys aren’t easy to deal with either, let’s take the spoils and leave, no need to engage in conflict with them.”
However, at this mont, the Titan seed to silently say sothing again, causing the white-haired figure’s expression to freeze.
“Saintly Position artifact’s aura? Are you sure? You can sense that level?”
Seemingly in response, the burly figure gestured with its hand.
“Only a Saintly Position aura, but without the corresponding power? What could it be…”
Though intending to leave, the white-haired figure appeared sowhat hesitant for a mont.
But soon, a hint of fanaticism began to erge on his aged face.
“No matter what it is, it must be scrutinized…”
Almost accompanying his words, the shadows in the cave began to distort continuously, then black restraining threads shot out, piercing through Isley all over!
Having survived fierce hits outside without issue earlier, Isley now seed as fragile as paper, instantly riddled with holes, then bound by the threads, hanging within the cave.
“Take so ti to think it over here.”
After speaking, the white-haired figure and the burly Sewing Monster gradually turned into black smoke, dissipating into the air…
…
On the other side, Kirito and Asuna, having just finished their slaughter, with an air of slight dejection returned to beside CC.
“Heh, the slaughter among humans is even more brutal than demons,”
mocked Priscilla, despite being restrained by fel energy, as if to provoke them.
Led by Theresa, the four Great Swords remained silent, though bound by the rule not to attack humans, they were used to witnessing life and death.
Only Makabala raised a hand slightly, causing Priscilla to once again be electrocuted to the ground.
CC, who was about to offer them so comfort, suddenly paused, then frowned, looking towards the mountains.
“Sothing was observing us just now.”
Makabala, initially with a aningful expression hoping to tease Kirito further, froze upon hearing CC, then imdiately beca vigilant.
Though CC’s power was currently rather ordinary, having the Sacred Intent from the past placed her in a realm beyond reason.
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