Shadow Slave Chapter 489 Second Wave

There were several ancient archers aiming at him already, and more and more of the hunters were appearing from the darkness. So wielded bows, so spears with jagged flint blades and crude axes.

Those were Awakened Monsters, each and every one — equal in Rank and Class to Carapace Centurions Sunny had fought once, a long ti ago, on the Forgotten Shore.

And to Sunny himself, technically.

…A much tougher enemy for him to slaughter.

Luckily, unlike the massive centurions, the hunters weren't covered in adamantine chitin from head to toe.

Ducking under the flying arrow, Sunny lunged forward and thrust the tip of the odachi into the desiccated flesh of one of the bown. The black, bark-like skin offered a lot of resistance to the shadow-honed blade, but the force of the blow was terrible enough to rip through flesh and bone, allowing it to pierce the body of the hunter and erge from his back.

Sunny just hoped that these bastards had anatomy similar to humans, and that their hearts were located in the sa place.

From the look of it, they were… however, the monster did not react to having his heart destroyed as a human would. Instead of dying, he simply grabbed the blade of the Shadow Serpent and took a step forward, skewering himself deeper onto it, in an attempt to reach Sunny with the other hand.

'Curses!'

Sunny twisted the blade, severing the monster's fingers, and then pulled the odachi upward, slicing through his ribcage, neck, and skull.

This, finally, caused the bowman to die.

[You have slain an Awakened Monster, Ancient Barrow Wraith.]

'Revenants… great! Simply great, damn it!'

So he was fighting corpses that were possessed by so sort of a murderous spirit… as such, the hunters weren't fully sentient. That didn't stop them from rembering so of their craft, though. Not only were they able to wield their stone weapons with deadly skill, they also seed to coordinate their attacks, herding Sunny like prey.

The archers moved apart so that he would have no choice but to show his back to one while attacking another. Those with lee weapons rushed forward, aiming to surround him. The situation was quickly turning desperate.

Sunny gritted his teeth, dodged a strike of a stone axe, saw it shatter the asphalt into dust, and lashed out with the Shadow Serpent. Just a mont after the blade of the great odachi severed the attacker's legs, another arrow hit him in the shoulder, causing Sunny to stagger and almost lose his balance.

He glanced around him, noticing that the enemies had succeeded in positioning themselves in a way that would have dood a normal enemy. He was surrounded from all sides, with archers hiding behind mighty hunters wielding spears and axes.

'Damn it. I didn't want to do this…'

As a dozen arrows streaked through the air to bite at his armor… Sunny suddenly disappeared.

A mont later, he appeared behind one of the archers and decapitated him with one terrible strike.

Before others even had ti to register what had happened, Sunny was inexplicably at the opposite side of their formation, his odachi piercing the head of another archer.

Almost leaving afterimages behind, the figure of the warrior in the nacing onyx armor seed to blink between half a dozen monsters in the span of a few seconds. Each ti it appeared, one of the creatures died, their black bodies crumbling into piles of severed limbs and shattered skulls. The blade of the great odachi shone with dark radiance, cutting through the ancient hunters like a reaper's scythe.

A few monts later, Sunny slid backward on the broken asphalt, leaving a bloody trail behind.

A low growl escaped from beneath his mask.

Enhanced by the [Underworld Armant], the enchantnt of the Blood Blossom was behaving strangely. It was supposed to augnt his mories, Echoes, and Shadows, but with so much blood flowing to the ground, Sunny found that even his body and mind were being affected by the morbid charm a little.

He felt both exhilarated and frustrated — exhilarated by the slaughter he was perpetrating, and frustrated because he wanted… needed… to kill more, cut more, make them bleed more, more, more, so much more…

'Blood... blood... more!'

Sunny basked in the ecstasy of bloodshed for a split second, and then lashed out at himself, making the rabid thirst recede.

He needed to be careful. This bloodlust was beneficial, but could easily blind him. He had to maintain clarity… that was the only way to control the flow of the battle and survive. Thankfully, he knew how to keep a cool head better than most.

…Regardless, although using Shadow Step so many tis in rapid succession cost him a lot of shadow essence, he had managed to break the enemy formation and eliminate most of the archers. The rest were going to be much easier to deal with now.

But of course, the Gate was not done with him. It continued to spew more and more enemies, making any progress he had made aningless.

As a new wave of hunters erged from the darkness, a frenzied mass of hounds rushing between the wraiths, he paled a little.

'...Too many!'

No matter how superior his armor, weapon, and skill were, he was going to get buried under the tide of Nightmare Creatures due to their montum.

And even if he managed to cut a hole in the wall of abominations, the rest were going to move past him and descend upon the six Awakened, and then, inevitably, escape into the streets of the city.

Toward Rain's school.

'Damn! This is going to suck!'

As the new wave of creatures lunged forward, joining the survivors of the previous one, Sunny shifted his mories around. For a brief second, the Broken Oath took the place of the Blood Blossom, its soul-eroding aura being inherited and enhanced by the Mantle of the Underworld.

A wave of nausea washed other Sunny's mind.

'Argh!'

A ntal scream rang in his head.

Luckily, he was prepared for the pain. His armor provided him with a solid defense against soul attacks, too… even ones coming from the Mantle itself. The attacking Nightmare Creatures, on the other hand, had no resistance to it at all…

Sunny had only kept the Broken Oath active for a second before changing the slotted charm back to the Blood Blossom, but it was enough to break the montum of the tide of abominations.

The hunters staggered, the hounds stumbled and slowed down. For a brief mont, the whole mass of monsters seed disoriented.

Sunny used this opportunity well.

The dark figure wearing a fearso mask suddenly appeared in the very middle of the enemies, and before the Nightmare Creatures could regain their bearing, the great blade of the odachi turned into a whirlwind of darkness, leaving clouds of bloody mist and severed corpses everywhere he went.

Sunny had abandoned Saint's grounded style, reduced the weight of the Mantle of the Underworld to that of a feather, and turned to pure offense, dancing between the enemies like a dark, slaughtering demon.

For now, he was still at his peak…

But exhaustion was already not too far behind. As he fought, his breath was slowly becoming hoarse and labored.

'How… how long has it been?'

He thought back to what had happened until now…

And felt the first hint of desperation.

Just a couple of minutes.

The whole battle took slightly more than two minutes.

And he had to continue for at least eleven more…