My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 672: Chapter 673: No, We Are Grey

[Silver Blades]

[Type] Weapon

[Description]:

Forged in wartime, the Silver Blades are passed from master to apprentice—heirlooms of the Silver Glades. Their power holds symbolic weight and ceremonial meaning.

[Effects]:

Hidden Blade – Can morph into swords.

Demon Slayer – Deals deathly damage to demons and dark entities.

Charm Caster – Can be used as a charm, giving other weapons its effect.

This was a weapon designed by the Silver Glades to kill demons, and its purpose was to do just that. It was forged after Ashcroft’s invasion of the Verdant Continent.

The Silver Glades lay by the sea, so they were the first to feel the brunt of Ashcroft’s attack, and thousands of elves died during his invasion. Till this day, the Silver Glades remained more of a militant region. Whoever held this weapon was, in a sense, carrying the burden of the Silver Glades.

It was passed from master to student, and Damon had gotten it from Back to Back, who had given it to him.

To put it simply, Back to Back was actually trying to screw Damon over by asking him to deliver it to the Silver Glades.

Damon hadn’t gone to the Silver Glades, but the elves of the Silver Glades were here watching. Damon would be damned if he hid a weapon that could save his life just because some people might see it and cause trouble for him later.

He didn’t want any smoke. No, Damon wanted an inferno.

For that reason, he had sliced the legs of the demon. This was an anti-demon weapon.

It didn’t do much against Ashcroft when he had actually fought him, but it still helped a little.

Before the demon could react, Damon turned toward the girl with daggers in her hands.

She slashed at him, magic streaking past her blades. Her face contorted with fury as she closed in.

Damon fainted sideways then slashed at her, blocking her blade with his own before spinning. With a wounded tiger’s desperation, he swung at her vitals.

Their two weapons clashed in split seconds, sparks flying.

Damon swept under her feet, following with a double kick as he tried to dodge her counter.

He rolled away just in time from bone spikes conjured by Kashi.

His danger sense exploded as he raised his swords and slashed behind him, barely in time for his blades to cross and block the fist of Manata. Using his attribute, the young demon made the ground in front of Damon rot and decay, but the Silver Blades held firm.

Still, the impact sent Damon skidding back a few steps. His arms shook from the force.

The other demons would have swarmed Damon, but it seemed Waton wasn’t completely useless.

He unleashed his time magic, a minor nuisance but effective enough to slow the battle.

Randomly, he disrupted time around the demons, slowing some of them while boosting his own speed.

He leapt from tree to tree, gliding to avoid the demon chasing him.

Along with Damon’s dealers hand supporting him.

The trees above Damon exploded, wrecked by arrows fired by the demon woman, each one detonating as Waton frantically darted away.

Damon gritted his teeth, shooting his omnidirectional gear upward.

The hooks latched, and he pulled himself into the trees, catching Waton midair while drawing in ragged breaths. A cough tore from his chest, blood streaming from his nose. He was at his limit.

At least with this body.

It was time for the second option.

Waton let himself be dragged by Damon until they landed on a thick branch high in the trees. But the demons were faster.

They flew after them, surrounding the pair on all sides.

Even the demon Damon had cut the legs off landed nearby, hovering midair with grim determination. He didn’t need legs to fly. His tenacity was impressive, as was the hate burning in his eyes.

”You can stop time, right?” Damon asked Waton in a whisper, his gaze never leaving the circle of enemies.

Waton shook his head. His mouth streaked with blood, his soot-stained face trembling with fear.

”I... I can’t stop time. I can slow it down on individuals, but the stronger they are, the more damage it does to me... I can also boost my speed by increasing my time.”

His voice cracked, heavy with dread. He bit his lip.

”My... final skill is just a better version of my first one. It... I can’t use that one....”

Damon grabbed him by the collar, dragging his face close.

”That’s fine. I just need you to slow down time on that guy.”

He jerked his chin toward Manata.

Weaving between two demons slashing at him, Damon swung away with Waton, bouncing off a tree branch with his gear.

Waton bit his lips until they bled.

”He’s... he’s too strong. I can’t....”

Damon stabbed his blades into the side of a higher tree as he evaded another volley of attacks. He was a second too slow this time, and one graze cut across his side.

”Good. It means you can.”

He glanced at Waton with a small smile, letting him fly on his own as Damon clung to the tree.

”I’ll be counting on you. All I need is a moment... a moment after I beat him.”

Waton was confused, panic rising. ”If you can beat him, why do you need me to slow down his time?”

Damon chuckled, though blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

”You’ll see.”

He inhaled deeply, crouching on a branch as if to loosen his muscles. He pointed his blades at Manata.

Pain jolted through his battered body as he activated his preparations. This was a gamble, but he was certain he would succeed.

He shot the hooks of his gear onto the branch beneath his feet, then propelled himself forward like a projectile.

Bones shot out from Kashi as he tried to intercept Damon. Spinning midair, Damon slashed them apart.

Blood poured from his nose as he collapsed into shadows, sliding through them until he appeared in the shadow of a tree directly beside Manata. The demon’s eyes went wide.

”He can teleport....”

All he saw was Damon’s dark eyes before a heavy kick smashed into his chest. Both of them plummeted.

Damon drove his blades downward, pinning Manata as they crashed to the ground with a violent impact. A thin translucent string of web line shot from Damon’s hand as he grabbed Manata’s head, forcing it down with him.

The ground shook as they hit.

When the dust cleared, Manata’s body was twitching, his attribute still rotting Damon’s armor in several places. Damon’s breathing was ragged, his body broken.

Waton saw his chance. He clenched his fists and activated his magic, slowing Manata’s time just as Damon had asked.

Damon gritted his teeth, holding the demon’s head in both hands despite his ruined body. His aura surged, dread manifesting into reality.

[Omen Of Dread]

”I have vanquished you, Manata Astaroth. Your vessel is mine.”

With those words, Damon activated his skill: Soul Conduit.

At the same time, the enchantment of his crown flared—Empty Throne.

Damon’s body immediately collapsed, and Manata moved in, seizing him.

Waton’s heart sank. Despair gripped him. Damon had been defeated.

Kashi descended with a triumphant grin.

”We... we won. It seems he burned himself out.”

Manata smiled, but the smile was wrong. Twisted.

”I’m still here, fool.”

The entire battlefield froze in horror. Even the spectators outside the barrier fell silent.

Kashi’s face drained of color. His lips trembled.

”You... you... you aren’t Manata....”

The demon raised his hand, and Damon’s sword flew into it as if called.

”I am... no, we are Grey.” Both voices spoke at once, cold and final.