Silva pulled out a card from his deck and tossed it into the air. The card was a binding card because he wanted to bind the weeping angels.
He wanted to see if that was possible, so he had the clones hold them still while black chains shot out of the card at the weeping angels.
The angels saw the chains and felt a deep sense of danger from them, so the angels started moving as they forced themselves to stop the glitch.
They moved even when Silva was looking at them, and the fluctuation was still on. They dodged the chains at top speed.
After that, everywhere suddenly became quiet—too quiet. The time zone shattered, and the domain collapsed.
Silva was shocked to see his domain collapse, but when he saw what came next, he immediately understood that he was in trouble.
The skies tore, and over ten white figures came out—the enforcers of Order. If they were here, it meant order had been shattered, and they had come to fix it.
Silva believed he would only have two enemies to fight, but as he looked at the weeping angels, he could see them trembling in fear.
Both of them immediately tried to make a portal and run away, but as they made it, the portal shattered. They kept trying, and the portals kept shattering.
It slowly began to sink into Silva’s head that even as he believed the white figures were powerful, he didn’t know how powerful. He thought that Ophelia was exaggerating a bit.
But now he could see it—the genuine fear in the eyes of the weeping angels—and so he realized that even the strongest have something they fear.
The ten white figures pointed their palms at Silva and the weeping angels and all fired massive beams at them.
Silva pulled a card as fast as he could to block the attack, creating a crystal wall, but it couldn’t take the whole impact of ten beams.
The wall shattered, and Silva was sent flying, so were the angels. They all landed roughly and rolled for a bit before coming to a stop.
Before they could get back up, the white figures had fired another beam. Silva looked up and immediately used flash step to get out of the way. The blast hit the ground and dug a very large crater.
This fight was not a matter of strength but intelligence. He knew that no matter how much he attacked, he would only be causing issues for himself.
So he wanted to try to keep them from calling any backup at all. He had to think and rattled his eleven minds for a way to fix this.
Both angels had also gotten up from the floor, but just like Silva, they didn’t put up their swords to fight—they were only dodging and dodging.
It seemed everyone who knew about the white enforcers already understood that it was impossible to defeat them in a fight. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
But Silva was not willing to give up. He kept using flash steps to dodge all the attacks coming his way.
At the same time, he was browsing his system to know what could possibly kill the white figures. He couldn’t find anything by himself, so he asked the system for help.
“System, give me anything that can hold back or fight these white figures. I really need to win right now,” Silva said.
[This request goes against Order. Order has denied this request.]
This was the first time Silva experienced this, and he finally understood that he was in deep trouble.
He had no choice. He transformed into a full dragon and shot into the air. But the white figures saw this attempt to escape, and Silva’s danger level immediately rose.
Five of the white figures chased after him, matching his top speed. Silva saw them coming, but he didn’t want to stop, so he sped up.
The white figures all fired beams at Silva. He started dodging, but one of the beams tore through his wings and sent him crashing at top speed.
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Spark Blade spent the whole day gathering information in places like bars, restaurants, and even red-light districts.
Every hotspot was a breeding place for information, and as he retired to his inn for the day, he had gathered so much information that he could piece a few things together.
As he sat on the bed, he began processing every bit of information he had received.
Very few people could really describe the King of Dark Dragon, but from what they said, he was a small child no more than fourteen with white hair.
Spark Blade could only think of one person that fit the description—the kid he met and the kid he saw in the image that was sent to him.
“So that kid was a demon king? He seemed so human and happy. I didn’t think he would come to take over a kingdom and also take out thousands of humans,” Spark Blade said as he thought about it more.
“Sigh, seems I might have to get supplies tonight. I’ll need to infiltrate Dark Dragon tonight,” Spark Blade said and walked out of the room.
He walked the night streets that were still very much active. He wanted to find the shop of the man that brought him here.
The man was working for the empire and had been a spy for years, acting under the guise of a farmer.
Actually, he supplied information and weapons of all sorts. Whatever you needed, he was the guy that would be able to get it for you.
Right now, Spark Blade needed some extra supplies, plus he wanted the information the man had gathered as well.
Though he was carrying out his own investigation, the farmer was doing the same, and Spark Blade knew the farmer would gather way more than him.
Spark Blade walked into the alley behind the shop and, using a patterned knock on the door, was let inside by the farmer.