Chapter 497: A Sword That Cut The Void
Even though assassins were naturally superior to other professions in speed, stealth, and lethality, the Iron Saints shattered that law, slaughtering assassins like chickens in a coop.
Their aspis shields slammed the nimble killers into the dirt with bone-crushing force, while their spears found throats, hearts, and eyeholes with uncanny precision.
Some swept their weapons in graceful arcs, slicing open jugulars mid-flip.
The assassins’ blades, crafted from Titanium, an ultra-rare ore mined from the divine depths of Eden, had always cut through any armor like butter. But against the Iron Saints, their weapons barely left scratches. It was like using common steel against Elden Ore.
The assassins were stunned, never had they encountered armor so impervious, so cruelly unyielding.
Meanwhile, the six Awoken Ones had joined the fray, each radiating the vast power of their inner worlds. Their might was enough to subdue the average battalion in seconds, but these Saints were no ordinary warriors.
They moved like one organism, shielding, covering, flanking, and pulling each other from death’s grasp with unnatural synchronicity. Slaying even one was a herculean task.
"Enough of this!" Blood roared, her voice splitting the air.
The ground convulsed, and from the crimson-cracked soil erupted serpents of blood, towering, writhing things with fanged maws and glistening eyes. Still tethered to the bleeding earth, they struck toward the Iron Saints with murderous intent.
At the vanguard stood Moses, his presence steady as iron, eyes locked on Blood. Her dagger pulsed in her hand and morphed into a blood-forged longsword, glinting under the overcast sky. Behind her, the blood serpents loomed, each hissing with feral hunger.
Then her aura exploded outward like a wave of death. An immense, crushing pressure descended upon the battlefield. The Iron Saints’ armored boots cracked the soil beneath them as they sank slightly, the weight unnatural and suffocating.
But just as the battle tilted, the Awoken One who had sealed this realm, a pale man veiled in a cloak, froze. His eyes widened.