"Who?"
Lanle paused for a mont upon seeing the term "Faded".
It’s well known that adventurers can invite residual shadows capable of chatting about the sky to participate in the Battle Festival. As long as they are not rchants like Curry who lack combat power, residual shadows generally do not refuse invitations.
Therefore, besides the fixed few, the residual shadows appearing at the Battle Festival are mostly random, since no one knows who others have invited.
Perhaps due to the care from Sain Dungeon, the residual shadows that kindly co to aid in battle will have summoning symbols appear on the battlefield after death. If they’re summoned again, they can continue fighting side by side.
Except for Patch, who leaves no summoning symbol after he flees.
The people of the Warrior Country considered using the power of assisting residual shadows to counter Latan, because these shadows can truly fight continuously if pulled, grinding down the enemy!
However, it proved completely unfeasible as the speed at which summoning symbols are generated seems slower than the speed at which the Shattered Star General kills, and so renowned shadows cannot be invited for unknown reasons.
Like Solar, who is in Yanor Londo, and the Onion Knight still sleeping in the Cold Valley.
The residual shadow combat plan was declared a failure.
Yet, thanks to this, Lanle had the chance to beco acquainted with all the shadows within Sain Dungeon, significantly supplenting his brain’s database — he’d never encounter an unfamiliar shadow again.
However, an unfamiliar shadow finally appeared before him.
"Faded?"
Who is this? This na doesn’t exist in my database!
Lanle was puzzled because, in his understanding, "Faded" is a general term for a group of people. Who would use such a term as their na?
"Who found a shadow in so nook or cranny?"
He didn’t hold much hope for this suddenly appearing Faded, just like in gas where assisting NPCs are simply called ’Black’ or ’White’, viewing them as unnad extras.
No matter, at least it can stand and fight against Latan once summoned.
Thinking this, Lanle touched the summoning symbol and chose to summon.
He had forgotten that they had always interacted with soone directly referred to as "Faded".
The On Demon, limb-attached Greg, and others who might be enemies or shadows, upon encountering adventurers, would blurt out "Faded".
And all the adventurers are experiencing has one general source —
The mory of the Elden King.
"Buzz——"
Accompanied by a light that seed indistinguishable from other summoning symbols, a glow slowly lit up on the ground, attracting everyone’s attention and turning heads toward it.
The ethereal figure gradually solidified in the light, and people suddenly felt the wind on the dunes grow stronger, even stirring the cloak of the yet-to-be-fully-solidified figure.
Surprisingly, the summoned shadow was solid! Not a golden phantom, but in a life-like form identical to a normal person.
"Faded" faced away from the people.
The cloak, worn from countless battles and full of frost, swung to reveal the armor underneath, a pale silver armor tinged with a faint red as if stained by blood.
He seed unremarkable, like a mber of the countless Faded, yet standing there he inexplicably drew people’s attention.
Just seeing the back, so in the crowd felt he was quite familiar, as if they’d seen him sowhere before.
"Eh?"
Lying exhausted in the crowd, Steeran suddenly sat up, not even having ti to groan from a sprained back, her eyes fixed solely on the Faded.
It couldn’t be wrong. She swore by the eyes that had studied the Painting World "Waste Stone" countless tis, she definitely recognized that shadow.
"El, Elden——"
Her words were cut off by a loud noise resonating from the ground, and only the people beside her heard her shout and showed expressions of surprise,
It’s Latan. The ti he granted people laughter was already a rare act of rcy under his corrupted consciousness, and now he could endure no more.
The warriors’ attacks had indeed dealt enough respectable damage to him, his ferocity not only being provoked but the corruption eroding him becoming increasingly hard to suppress, now plunging him into complete rage, treating nothing with soft regard except the steed beneath him!
Dozens of teors floating behind him thundered towards the people, their montary impact resembling the Dark Abandoned Child Esti unleashing a big move.
"Once I get out, I want to boast about today’s victory to my wife and kids."
Faced with the inevitable end, the warriors felt surprisingly relaxed, even joking around.
Today, they were closer to victory than ever, though the attendees of the festival were fewer—a couple more rounds of that level of Fighting Qi could certainly bring Latan down.
Yet, the magicians were still brewing the second Super Forbidden Curse, and many eagerly deploying their novel experints, perhaps making this battle’s outco even more impressive and stunning.
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