Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3049

Below the fierce bloodshed of the battle for the ramparts, the core forces of the Steel Horde poured into the breach. Their advance was barred by Nightwalker, who twisted space to slow them down... but after a year of besieging the stalwart city, Azarax had come up with enough countermeasures against this insidious power.

The foremost warriors of the horde carried long metal spikes, each of them engraved with a complicated weave of ancient runes. As they entered the mire of twisted space, they drove the spikes into the mud. Those who followed behind them raised heavy sledgehammers, ready to push the spikes deeper into the ground.

Few of them survived more than one blow, pierced by dozens of arrows and toppling into the mud. But there were more soldiers behind them, each picking up the sledgehammers to continue the task.

After half a dozen blows — each costing numerous human lives — the runes on the spikes ignited with ethereal glow, anchoring and stabilizing the space around them. The area each spike anchored did not extend far, but the warriors of the horde were already advancing to drive the next row of spikes just beyond its border.

Like that, in the span of several minutes, the Steel Horde had built a bridge across the treacherous expanse of twisted space. Countless soldiers died to achieve that feat, but their lives were like a drop in the ocean of the great conquering army.

Standing among the soldiers in the dry riverbed, Nightwalker grimaced and summoned a pair of beautiful sabers. Then, he glanced at Morgan, who was already moving forward.

He flashed her a grin.

“Don't you miss the days we only had to fight mindless abominations?"

Facing the tide of enemies, Morgan shrugged without looking back.

"Were there ever days like that? I don't recall."

With that, she turned into a river of liquid steel and rushed forward.

The vanguard of the invading force, who had just broken through Nightwalker's barrier, exploded with cries of horror and reeled back. But it was already too late — the steel river washed over them, eviscerating every single one.

A moment later, it turned into a spinning maelstrom of liquid metal and collapsed on itself, absorbed into the figure of a towering sword demon — a tall, terrifying being with six flexible arms, each hand holding a sharp blade.

Just as it did, seven looming shapes broke through the bloody haze, rushing to destroy the steel apparition. Those were the Transcendent generals of the Dread Warriors — the strongest among Azarax's elite forces, each a terrifying legend in their own right.

The sword demon spun, its limbs lashing forward and extending unpredictably to repel their assault. There was a thunderous boom, and a cloud of shrapnel tore through the air, threatening to eviscerate the front rows of the city defenders. Nightwalker clicked his tongue and twisted space to protect them, then lunged forward — there, more enemy Saints were advancing through the breach, countless warriors flowing between them.

"Prepare!"

Soon enough, the two forces collided, plunging the world into complete chaos. Both Azarax and Effie had sent their best warriors to fight in the riverbed, so these were no ordinary soldiers — they were seasoned, highly skilled Awakened elites who knew how to keep their cool in the midst of the most fearsome battle, coldly summoning death and destruction upon their enemies. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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