Shadow Slave novel Chapter 3053

Azarax was too strong and too devious to be killed. There were only two things preventing him from carving a bloody path to the palace of the Mason King with his own two hands. One of them was his own arrogance...

The other was Jet.

No matter how strong and skilled Azarax was, he couldn't defend himself against her soul-rending attacks. That was because her weapons bypassed all forms of physical protection and struck directly at one's soul — Azarax could only block them by using the Will, and his Will was suppressed in the shadow of the city walls.

He could overwhelm the Mason King's Will or decimate the Soul Reaper, but he couldn't accomplish both feats at the same time. Therefore, Jet could hurt him. She was strong and swift enough to actually pose a threat to the undefeated King of Kings, as well.

The problem was that Azarax was aware of that fact, too. As a result, it had become increasingly difficult for Jet to get near him, let alone land a blow — after a few successful confrontations in the early days of the siege, she had never managed to wound Azarax again.

That was why, today, Jet and Effie had employed a new kind of tactic. Earlier during the battle, while taking cover behind the wall in her titanic form, Effie inhaled deeply, allowing Jet in her mist form to settle in her lungs. After that, she held her breath and waited until Azarax was too close to evade the ambush, then unleashed the torrent of chilling mist from her mouth. The mist swiftly enveloped the battlefield around them, and before Azarax could react, Jet's blade pierced his chest... once, twice... it was only after two successive blows that he managed to disengage, growling as the blinding agony of soul damage permeated his senses.

Of course, two blows were woefully not enough to destroy a soul as vast and fearsome as the soul of the King of Kings. But the damage was not insignificant, either — in fact, it was more damage than they had ever dealt to Azarax before.

Effie and Jet were not done, either. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Even as he dodged the third slash of the Mist Blade, Jet flourished it, unleashing a powerful hex. Instantly, the temperature on the battlefield dropped, and the blood-soaked soil beneath their feet froze, turning into a frigid expanse of crimson ice. Warmth drained from the indestructible body of the King of Kings, weakening it and making his movements seem sluggish.

At the same time, Effie tore through the mist like a lightning bolt, her entire body resonating with devastating strength to deliver one crushing blow.

Her spear had been destroyed, and there was no time to summon another Memory. However, her shield was a weapon in and of itself — especially in her hands. Its rim carried enough force to behead a Great Demon, so the neck of a Supreme Beast was not going to survive its edge either. However, before she could transfer all that force into a deadly impact, Azarax shifted slightly and blocked the obliterating blow with his forearm.

There was a deafening thunderclap, and a powerful shockwave rattled the world, the vast expanse of crimson ice shattering in a violent explosion.

At the epicenter of the devastating calamity, Azarax stood, immovable like a mountain. Effie's shield had been stopped dead by his forearm — the blow tore his vambrace and broke the skin, a trickle of blood flowing down to his elbow. But other than that, the damage was minor.

Still... this was the first time Effie — or anyone else in the past year — had managed to make Azarax bleed. That was something, at least.

Azarax glanced at the drops of blood falling to the frozen ground. His gaze was dark and tempestuous, but his voice was mocking:

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