Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2687

Chapter 2687: Mist Front

The captain of the Dutchman cleaved the formation of the Shadow Legion apart in an instant. The silent shades, which had seemed indomitable before, fell to his ghostly blade like autumn leaves. A moment later, the wraiths followed their commander into the breach, causing the dark phalanx to buckle.

’Not good...’

Ordinary shades had no chance in a clash against the sinister apparition. The champions of the Shadow Legion, meanwhile, were either too far away or preventing other sections of the formation from falling.

Jet was the closest.

Cassie was already whispering into her ear, relaying the new information about the Dutchman and its captain. Much stranger, though, was the fact that she heard the voice of the Lord of Shadows resounding in her other ear at the same time.

He said:

"You need to buy me time."

Jet regarded the captain of the Dutchman for a split second.

’Gods.’

Somehow, it felt like he was coming directly for her.

"Sure... no problem."

Her voice was even. Hearing its nonchalant tone, the Lord of Shadows let out a nervous laugh.

"At least one of us is calm, I guess. In any case, four of my incarnations are spread out around the battlefield — they are augmenting my warriors while suppressing the enemy. The Shadow Legion might be wiped out without them, but if you need me, I’ll manifest them as avatars and come after the bastard myself."

Jet smiled darkly.

So, he was offering his help?

’How caring.’

"No need."

She paused for a moment, and then added in something that almost resembled hurry:

"I mean, no need for now. Let’s see how things go first... if you see me getting absolutely destroyed by that thing, do come rescue me posthaste."

She could not see Sunny, whose voice seemed to be resounding from the shadows, but suspected that there was a grin on his needlessly handsome face at that moment.

"Deal."

Cassie had finished talking, as well, which meant there was no more time to waste.

’To hell with it.’

Jet turned into mist.

Flowing between the silent shades like a torrent, she enveloped the battlefield and surrounded the great wraith from all sides.

His cutlass glowed in the fog like an ethereal beacon, drowning the world with its ghostly chill.

Then, two icy blue lights ignited in the mist.

That was Jet assuming her human form. Taking a step forward, she lowered her war scythe and looked the Cursed Wanderer directly in the eye.

She smiled faintly.

"I am the captain of the Night Garden, Soul Reaper Jet. I was told to hold you off."

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