Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2633

Chapter 2633: Rules of Engagement

’How ironic.’

The immortals stood at the boundary of the vast plaza, their beautiful and youthful figures drowning in the stark darkness cast by the tall buildings of the Eternal City. Only their eyes glistened like cold silver stars, reflecting the light of the magnificent spires.

They seemed to be studying the Shadow Legion with curious smiles... but that was an illusion. By now, Sunny knew that their smiles were merely masks that these abominations wore to resemble humans.

There was nothing human about them, though.

Now that he could see them clearer, he noticed things that had escaped him during the frenetic battle with the fiend who had welcomed them to the city. Something moved under their supple skin from time to time, as if straining to escape, and their breathtaking faces turned monstrous for a split second now and then.

Before, Sunny had assumed that these abominations took human shape to hide their harrowing nature. But now, he realized that they looked human through no effort or will of their own.

On the contrary, the beautiful immortals were endlessly straining to become monsters. It was just that every time their bodies began to mutate into grotesque abominations, the same sorcery that granted them endless life returned their flesh to its original form.

So, they were not fiends who pretended to be humans. Instead, they were monsters trapped in human bodies against their will...

For all eternity.

This eerie contradiction made his skin crawl, and considering that the skin of these fallen immortals literally crawled, that only disturbed Sunny more.

While it seemed like the beautiful youths were observing the Shadow Legion with curiosity, in fact, they were simply waiting for more of them to arrive.

A few figures turned into a crowd, and a crowd turned into a swarm.

The swarm flowed onto the plaza like a tide.

Sunny inhaled deeply.

’Here we go.’

His mind spun like a wheel.

What was the best way to fight these monsters? How could he achieve victory, and do it in a way that was the most beneficial for him and the Shadow Legion?

Sunny considered what he needed to do for a brief moment and quickly came up with an answer.

Funnily enough, it was almost offensively simple.

At the beginning of his journey as an Awakened, Sunny had mostly relied on his skill and combat intelligence to survive. His technique, physical prowess, and state of mind had decided the outcome of battles.

Later, however, things changed. As both Sunny and his enemies grew more powerful, most of his victories were earned by his wit and his soul arsenal instead. Skill and martial prowess were still of vital importance, of course, serving as the irreplaceable foundation of everything, but he won countless battles by using obscure enchantments of inconspicuous Memories in unexpected ways.

As the fallen immortals rushed forward, their bodies rippling and bursting into torrents of eviscerating flesh, a colossal silhouette appeared above the plaza.

Then, a titanic black moth opened its vast wings, perched atop the main tower of the Dark Castle and looming over its walls.

Sunny had summoned the shadow of Puppeteer Moth, the Spirit of Doubt.

As it regarded the plaza with its enormous black eyes, countless strands of ethereal black silk shot forward, spreading through the air like a spiderweb — so thin as to almost be invisible.

Each of those strings buried itself in the back of a shade, connecting them all to the Puppeteer.

At the same time, one of Sunny’s incarnations turned into a shadow and wrapped itself around the Sacred shade, sharing its senses.

’Aaah...’

Sunny shuddered, overwhelmed by the feeling of fusing with the shadow of a Sacred being. It was too strange, too vast, too great for him to fathom fully...

But he did fathom the connection between the Puppeteer and the soldiers of the Shadow Legion.

Like that, Sunny gained nearly flawless control of his undying army.