Translator: La0o9 Editor: La0o9
Standing on Connerâs shoulder, Cadiz Moreg began to emit an aqua blue aura from his body. As he jumped from Connorâs shoulder, he drew the long spear from behind his back and thrust it directly towards one of the Hales members.
âA useless attack, our original form cannot be seen, and what is imperceivable cannot be attacked!â The Hales member laughed as he completely ignored Cadizâs spear and thrust the ceremonial blade in his hand towards Cadiz.
Cadizâs spear directly went through Black Oneâs body, but his body was like a phantom. While surrounded by the black mist of the Black Abyss, his form was imperceivable, and thus could not be truly harmed. At the same time, Black Oneâs ceremonial blade directly pierced through Cadizâs armour and stabbed into his body.
âItâs over, there is poison on our ceremonial blade to remove the ash, time to become our sacrificeâ Black One indifferently declared, all lives that tried to prevent the return of the Black Abyss should atone for their sins in death.
âWhat nonsense are you spouting?â Cadiz grinned and swept his spear across, Black Oneâs body was sent flying with blood spraying from his wounds.
As he looked down at Black One who staggered standing up, Cadiz threw the ceremonial blade aside, completely unfazed by the bit of black liquid flowing from his wound. He was displaying an excited expression: âWhen you attack, thereâs a short period where you enter a vulnerable stateâ
âYour body is already dead?â Black One also noticed Cadizâs current state.
âThis fight is going to be very interestingâ Cadiz said with a smile: âYouâre usually in a state where you canât be attacked, while my body basically canât die. Both of us have no choice but to look for the hidden weaknesses of the other party in order to winâ
âBut Iâve already discovered one of your weaknesses. Whenever you try to attack other people, I can attack you. Although thereâs a lot more resistance than normal, I still managed to do it. So what are you going to do now?â Cadiz asked in a wicked manner.
âThat thing breeding in the castle is very important to you, isnât it? If you try to run away, Iâm going to destroy itâ
Black One patted the dust off his body. The eyes under the black mask were extremely cold. He could accept his own death, but he could not accept the return of the Black Abyss being prevented.
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On another side, the tall fat man, Connor Kenway, released the weapon on his back onto the ground. It was a thick iron chain attached to a huge sphere. He wasnât slow, but he wasnât nimble either, so he simply chose to remain stationary.
Black Two charged forward, but because of Connorâs large size, his attacks werenât doing much besides tickling him, unable to cause any noticeable harm to Connor at all. And whenever Black Two tried to turn around to help his companions, then Connor would move towards the castle.
This behaviour made Black Two understand that he couldnât deal with Connor, and that he couldnât leave either, otherwise, he would only cause the Evil Spirit ritual to fail.
The huge ball and chain hit Black Two directly, but as he was surrounded by the black smog of the Black Abyss, all of Connorâs attacks simply went through the body dealing no damage. Connor no longer tried to attack, but if one had special vision, then they would notice a purple aura starting to gather around his body.
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The last member of Hales, Black Three, was the most unlucky one as he faced Jack the Killer who had a kind smile practically plastered onto his face. Jackâs posture was very flexible so all of Black Threeâs attacks were being responded by either being blocked or evaded.
âWhat should I call you, brother?â Jack was holding a dagger upside down as he blocked Black Threeâs ceremonial blade while a white mist drifted around his body. Not getting a response from Black Three, he didnât mind and continued to speak: âSeeing how honest you look, Iâll call you... Little Noodly!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Jackâs words made Black Threeâs movements stiffen briefly, then his subsequent attacks became more and more violent.
âOh, Iâm sorry if I hit a sore spot. Really sorry about that, please forgive me, because Iâm going to do it again and in even more placesâ Jack once again rolled away from the Black Threeâs attack and continued to taunt him.
âIf we get a chance, Iâll introduce you to a friend of mine, his name is Nil Jijiâ Jack evaded again and said with a smile: âIâm sure the two of you will have a lot to talk aboutâ
âBy the way, can I ask you about something?â Jackâs dagger moved and slashed towards Black Threeâs crotch, but it simply went through without hitting anything. âThere is a thing called âliving while saving the crotchâ, so why didnât you do that instead and join Hales? Even your âlittle woodyâ has become a âlittle noodlyâ now1â
âAsshole, die!â Black Threeâs attacks became even fiercer, Jackâs cheap words were constantly stimulating him and stirring up his emotions.
âSo you are angry, just as I thoughtâ Jackâs dagger danced around and blocked all of Black Threeâs attacks, then his voice suddenly became serious: âThe so-called Hales is just a group of defeated dogs after allâ
âAfter failing until you had nothing left, you could only direct your so-called resentment towards the world itself. You obviously desired the light and fire, but because you couldnât obtain your hope and warmth, you wanted everyone else to lose them as wellâ
âWhat do you know!!â Black Three attacked Jack in a frenzy. The black smog on his body began to swirl and shrink, then gathered on to the dagger in his hand, revealing Black Threeâs scarred body.
It almost couldnât be called a human body anymore, huge patches of his skin were torn off, several ribs were removed from his chest, with iron nails littered throughout his body. As he held the ceremonial blade coated in black smog, there was nothing but desperation in his tone: âDo you really think my scars were made after joining Hales?â
âDo you really think I donât want to obtain hope and warmth?â Black Three rushed towards Jack, since his body was no longer surrounded by the smog of the Black Abyss, he was no longer immune to attacks: âBut the only people who could bring me hope and warmth are no longer there!!!â
âHow tragicâ Jackâs smile quickly faded, the originally white mist around his body had turned blood-red at some unknown point.
The ceremonial blade and Jackâs dagger clashed. The ceremonial blade clad in black smog directly cut through Jackâs dagger, then through Jackâs neck. Jack maintained his grip on the broken dagger, slashed forward with his momentum and completely missed Black Threeâs head, if the dagger hadnât been broken, this attack would have cleanly cut through the upper half of his face.
But Black Threeâs body started falling backwards in an upright manner, his gaze under the mask gradually became unfocused, some auditory hallucinations even resounded in his ears.
âFather, Iâm going to the inner city to beg, I wonât come back at noon todayâ
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âA little boy between seven and eight years old? I havenât seen him. I advise you not to look for him anymore. A few people would go missing just like this every year, none of them is ever foundâ
âBut if you really want to find him, go to the garbage dump of the noble area. If you are lucky, you may be able to find the bodyâ
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âThose mongrels really canât take a beating at all, they all die too easilyâ
âGuards, catch this mongrel! He dared to try and assassinate me, donât sentence him to death, I want him to regret his actionsâ
âThat little cur should be honoured to be killed by me. Now that your wretched ârootâ is gone, youâre not even going to be able to make any more little cursâ
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âThere is no such thing as hope and warmth!â