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Chapter 920: Sum Of Its Parts

It had noot been too hard to cut down the two Corrupted abominations.

Well... of course, it was. Both were terrifyingly powerful and vicious. A single creature like that could have decimated a whole brigade of mundane soldiers and erased an entire human citadel from the map. The smallest touch of their hands was enough to obliterate the soul of a powerful Awakened.

But Sunny and Saint were stronger.

Not in the literal sense, since both were lacking in terms of physical strength when compared to the Voiceless. However, their skill, synergy, and murderous resolve were unrivaled.

Luring the abominations into a trap after trap and helping each other avoid the retaliatory strikes, they swiftly cut the looming creatures down. The fact that one of the creatures was missing an arm and losing rivers of blood helped, too.

In a sense, it was similar to facing Carapace Centurions back on the Forgotten Shore. Those monsters had been higher than Sunny in both Class and Rank, and yet he had killed his fair share. These ones... even though Corrupted Nightmare Creatures were much more powerful, he was not a Sleeper anymore, either. Sunny's own power had grown immensely in the past years.

In fact, he could have dealt with the two voiceless abominations even faster, but his mind was also preoccupied by manifesting shadows to help Nightmare hold on. With a swarm of black tentacles supporting him, the dark courser managed to last until Sunny and Saint were done with their prey.

The rest was simple, if not at all easy.

Facing dozens of Fallen abominations was a daunting task, as well. It took all Sunny had to obliterate them while keeping his Shadows alive. The battle was arduous, brutal, and bloody.

His body was full of holes but the end of it, and his mind was on the verge of collapse due to exhaustion.

However, the three of them were a harrowing threat to oppose. Without the Corrupted leading them, the rest of the Voiceless had no choice but to succumb to the aura of fear emanating from Nightmare, Saint's merciless blade, and his shadows.

The Sin of Solace severed their bodies, Nightmare's hooves and fangs tore them apart, the Cruel Sight burned them down, and the swarm of manifested shadows restrained and blocked them to make the killing easier.

By the end, the narrow ravine was all but buried in corpses.

The last one to die was the Corrupted whose mind Saint had destroyed before Sunny arrived. Feeling a sense of dreadful threat from the tall abomination, Sunny chose not to approach it and summoned Morgan's Warbow once again, instead.

The creature turned out to be incredibly resilient. He had to sink dozens of arrows into its flesh to kill it. The Corrupted eventually fell to its knees, burdened by the weight of them... but even then, it did not die for a while.

The black threads piercing its lips did not give until the very end, no matter how much the abominable creature clawed at them with its immense strength. Through all of it, the emotionless expression on the gaunt face of the Corrupted had disturbingly not changed once.

But eventually, its hands fell down, and it grew still, still kneeling.

Only then did the Spell speak:

[You have slain a Corrupted Devil, Defiled Herald.]

[Your shadow grows stronger.]

Letting out a heavy sigh, Sunny lowered his aching arms and sunk to the ground, utterly spent.

At long last, the battle was over.

He had survived, and the convoy had, too. He could see the transports through the shadow that had stayed back. They were safe and sound.

Numb, Sunny stared at the ghostly flames of the aurora burning in the black skies above.

His mind was empty.

'...Who could have thought?'

***

On the shore of the lake that had turned into a scene of slaughter, Luster was sitting on a shard of a boulder, breathing heavily. In front of him, countless corpses were floating in the black water, and a mess of severed bodies and limbs littered the icy shallows. The smell of it all was truly revolting.

'Ah, what a disgusting sight.'

He was alive, at least. So were the rest of the Irregulars. After Captain had somehow obliterated half of the swarm with a single arrow - and acted as though that was a perfectly normal thing to do, in his usual manner - they had fought the remaining Nightmare Creatures and prevailed.

'Are all Masters insane?'

No, that shouldn't be the case. Captain had to be extra insane. If everyone was that bizarre, humanity would have collapsed a long time ago.

...The Captain was alive, as well. Luster had no idea how he was dealing with the second swarm, which was out there somewhere, close by, but the simple fact that Kimmy was still able to channel his dark vision to the Irregulars meant that their leader had not died... yet.

'Someone that evil probably can't even die. I bet he's immortal.'

And yet, Luster found himself a little worried.

For his own skin, of course! If Captain died, how would Luster himself survive? And if Luster died... how sad would all the beauties in the world be?

'What a tragedy. For their sake, I must live on... yeah... robbing beautiful women of my company would be too cruel...'

Like Samara. Or Miss Beth. Or that pretty soldier he had gotten to know in the bunker. Or those refugee sisters in the third civilian transport... the list went on!

'Not Kimmy, though. Well, she can't help it, poor thing. Being unattractive must be her Flaw... so sad.'

And yet, the thought of dying on Kimmy made him especially upset, for some reason.

"Who else would spare her the time of day if I die?"

Therefore, Luster had to live.

dα- ne|`c,0m At that moment, he saw a familiar silhouette appear from the darkness.

Flinched, Luster hurriedly stood up and took a step forward.

"Captain, sir! You're back! Ah... I am so glad..."

However, something about the silhouette was wrong.

The armor seemed about right... but since when was Captain so tall? And... feminine?

...And cool?

Luster stared at the approaching silhouette for a few moments, dumbfounded.

"What the..."

Then, another figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a very similar suit of fearsome black armor. That was the Captain.

Staggering back, Luster tripped and fell on his down. His eyes widened in horror.

"...Gods! There's two of them!"

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    Bastard Son of Fate
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    Lol Luster is ruthless to Kimmy
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    Palsastan
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    THE DEVILS
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      Bastard Son of Fate
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      Of Antarctica
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    006_faceless
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    And yet, the thought of dying on Kimmy made him especially upset, for some reason.

    "Who else would spare her the time of day if I die?"

    tsuntsun ahaa
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    Dadadai Shukosha
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    What Luster did to the sisters swim
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      Alfametadol
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      поднял им настроение?)
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    Caioquinn1
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    Why only two messages from killing 3 corrupted creatures? Where the last or 2nd one?
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    kollosus_na
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    'Someone that evil probably can't even die. I bet he's immortal.'

    Dude, you have no idea lol
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    Bunnybounty
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    How do ppl find saint cooler than sunny💀


    Also
    Not Kimmy, though. Well, she can't help it, poor thing. Being unattractive must be her Flaw... so sad.'


    This guy ehh
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    give me six digits
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    Luster aiming to digest provoker sequence potion
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    trigger2391
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    Ahh Sith Lord Sunny
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    Sunny stared at Luster for a few moments, then sighed.

    "What is wrong with that guy?"

    The young man seemed unsure where to look. His startled gaze jumped between Sunny and Saint, full of confusion. Then, strange sparks ignited in his eyes.

    "Ah, I see! So that is..."

    Sunny did not let him finish.

    "You are alive. Good. I take it that the swarm is dealt with..."

    By that time, the other members of the cohort approached, as well, so it seemed that all of them had survived. They looked relatively unscathed, too... which couldn't be said about Sunny and Saint.

    Both were in a rough shape, the taciturn demon worse off than he was. Nightmare was severely wounded, too, so Sunny had dismissed him. Now, the black steed was being nurtured back to health in the dark flames of Sunny's soul.

    He could not let Saint go, though... not yet. He needed her strength to keep the convoy safe. If a Shadow sustained serious damage, it would enter a slumber once dismissed. That slumber would last until the damage was sufficiently repaired, which meant that Sunny would not be able to summon the sleeping Shadow for some time.

    Since Saint's wounds, while plentiful, were not life-threatening, he hoped to find a different solution - one that would keep her by his side in the coming days.

    ...Luster was not the only one who stared at the graceful knight with curiosity. The other Irregulars seemed to have a lot of questions, as well. Some of them had known that their captain possessed a hidden ace, but none of them had seen her before.

    Surprisingly, usually quiet Kim was the first one to ask:

    "Captain, sir! Uh... who is that? Oh, sorry, ma'am... it is nice to meet you?"

    Saint remained silent and indifferent, like always. Her aloofness seemed to give Kim pause. The timid girl looked at the demon awkwardly...

    Sunny tilted his head a little and glanced at her with confusion.

    '...Ma'am? What's up with that tone? And why do I feel that she's being more respectful to Saint than to me?'

    ραпdαn૦νel Frowning slightly, he said:

    "This is Saint. She is... an Echo, of sorts."

    Luster's eyes turned into circles.

    "Wha... A Saint?! Captain... you have a Saint as an Echo?"

    Sunny grimaced as an especially strong pulse of pain rolled through his body, stifled a groan, and shook his head.

    "What kind of idiot would believe something like that? Gods..."

    "No... she is merely an Ascended Demon. She's just called Saint. In any case, Saint has been warding off a lot of threats before they had reached the convoy, but now, she'll be traveling with us for a bit. So... get used to it."

    The Irregulars did not mind. His use of the world merely had not been entirely appropriate... and Ascended Demon was an Ascended Demon. Facing one would give most Masters a lot of trouble. Having such a powerful creature fighting on their side was an incredible boon, as far as the members of the cohort were concerned...

    At that moment, Quentin suddenly spoke, his usually gallant voice sounding a bit haggard:

    "Oh... I need to report something, Captain. We received a few Memories after wiping out the swarm, as usual. But, this time, there was something else."

    He looked at Samara, and then, a whirlwind of sparks appeared around them.

    Sunny blinked.

    'Is that what I think it is...'

    Soon, two shapes appeared from the storm of sparks. Both were monstrous in appearance, resembling nightmarish hounds. One was about the size of a large wolf, while the other was larger than a PTV. Black tongues hung from their ferocious maws, dripping with venom.

    Quentin smiled brightly and patted the smaller monstrosity on the head.

    "...We also received two Echoes. This one is Blackie, an Awakened Beast. The other one is an Ascended Monster, and... oh... I am actually not sure what Sam called it."

    He glanced at the giant abomination, and then looked at Samara questioningly.

    Her face remained as deadpan as ever. She remained silent for a few moments, and then uttered laconically:

    "...Abomination."

    Quentin cleared his throat.

    "And the other one is called Abomination. We were bound to get an Echo sooner or later, of course, but two at the same time... isn't this great news, Captain?"

    Sunny tried very hard to appear calm. His expression was perfectly composed.

    'Are you... goddamn... kidding me?!'

    What the hell? How could they get two whole Echoes, while he had not received even one after Nightmare, despite slaughtering literal thousands of enemies?!

    What rotten luck was that?!

    Suddenly, the Transcendent Memory he had received and could not wait to study did not seem as that much of a jackpot anymore.

    A shaky smile appeared on Sunny's face.

    "Yeah... great news, indeed."

    He glanced at the two monstrous hounds - one small, the other one large - and swallowed his bitter envy. Then, Sunny turned to Quentin and said:

    "In any case, I want you to see if you can use your Ability to heal... uh, repair... treat Saint. I do not know if it will work, but... do your best. We'll need her strength soon."

    ***

    Sunny had a good reason to believe that Quentin's healing Aspect would be effective in helping Saint, at least to some degree.

    The graceful knight was a strange creature. Her body was different from that of a human, or most Nightmare Creatures for that matter. It was not exactly made of flesh, but it was also not really stone. Instead, it was something in between, having characteristics of both.

    Applications of modern medicine would obviously not work, since even the greatest surgeon would be utterly lost at what to do with Saint's mysterious anatomy. Healing Aspects might not be of any use, either, since most of them were aimed at mending flesh.

    However, Quentin was a bit special in that regard.

    His Ability was not actually to heal, but instead to restore. It was slower and less effective than more straightforward healing powers, but also more universal. Sunny had seen Quentin treat people, repair machine parts, and even mend cracks in the hull of a ship. In battle, he used that Ability to keep his armor from breaking apart no matter how much damage it sustained.

    So... since the chivalrous healer could restore both living organisms and inanimate objects, was there anyone better suited to treat Saint, who seemed to be a bit of both?

    That was what Sunny was thinking about as they walked through the snow, returning back to the convoy.

    Luckily, his guess turned out to be correct. Although slowly, Saint's broken armor started to mend under Quentin's touch, and the flow of fine ruby dust that served her as blood was stemmed.

    For now, she would still be able to help him defend the refugees.

    ...But how many battles like the one they had won today were there ahead?

    How many would it take to kill them all?

    Back in the Rhino, Saint remained in the cargo hold, standing near the engineering workstation while Quentin continued the slow process of mending her armor and stonelike flesh. If people did not know better, they would have thought that she was an actual statue.

    Since the healer was busy with the Captain's Echo, the rest of the Irregulars found themselves robbed of his care. Although no one sustained serious wounds... except for Sunny... there were still a few scrapes that had to be tended to.

    Unexpectedly, Beth volunteered to administer first aid. As it turned out, she had some medical knowledge. The members of the cohort did not care too much about who treated their wounds, really... well, except for Luster.

    The fool seemed very excited, for some reason.

    Sunny himself had long ago dismissed his battered armor and was sitting in the lounge area, looking at his black bodysuit with some regret. The uniform was truly the result of a magnificent design. Among other features, it was even able to repair itself... however, everything had its limits.

    With how much abuse he had put it through, the bodysuit was definitely a goner. It was full of holes, looking like a set of rags. His body beneath hurt all over, too.

    'Well. Figures...'

    At least there was good news, as well.

    The convoy was already moving forward. After reaching the valley, the mundane soldiers and the civilians had been shocked to see the scene of slaughter there... they were even more disturbed after witnessing the narrow ravine where Sunny, Saint, and Nightmare had fought the Voiceless.

    In fact, even the members of the cohort seemed a bit pale.

    Regardless, the battle had gone surprisingly well for the convoy. Not only had they survived without suffering any losses, but the Irregulars even managed to acquire two Echoes. The monstrous hounds were going to be of great help in their long journey.

    Sunny's list of assets was slowly growing.

    He had made use of the Echoes right there and then, commanding his soldiers to send them to recover soul shards from the corpses of the Fallen and Corrupted abominations of the Voiceless swarm. Fishing out the Black Tongues from the water was too much trouble, so he had just left them there.

    Soon, the lake would freeze again, encasing the mangled corpses of the Nightmare Creatures in ice. That would probably be a macabre sight.

    Sunny had kept the souls shards of the Corrupted to himself while sending the rest to the lone Sleeper... whatever his name was. Just like that, the lucky bastard got even closer to fully saturating his core, without ever lifting a finger.

    At least he was getting stronger. Sunny needed all the strength he could get.

    Still, he was a bit infuriated by how easily his subordinates were getting the good stuff. Was there no justice in the world?

    ...At least there were the Memories he had received.

    Before Sunny could summon the runes, however, Beth approached him, carrying one of the unreasonably expensive medkits he had outfitted the Rhino with. He looked at her in confusion.

    "What?"

    The young woman frowned.

    "What do you mean, what? I'm here to treat you. Come on, get out of that raggedy uniform. I don't have all day, you know."

    Sunny stared at her for a bit.

    "...No need."

    Beth let out a heavy sight.

    "Let's not do that whole bravado thing, okay? Even if you are a Master, you are still going to bleed to death if I don't administer the clotting agent, with all these wounds. I need to clean them, too... unless you desire to risk going into septic shock, of course. In that case, be my guest. Stay where you are."

    ραпdα- n૦νe|`c,0m Sunny remained silent for a few moments, then shook his head.

    "I don't bleed."

    The young woman blinked a couple of times.

    "Huh?"

    He waved his hand and pointed to his body. Indeed, although there were plenty of holes in the bodysuit, there was very little blood.

    "Bleeding is too pedestrian. So, I do not bleed."

    He ved his hand and pointed to his body. Indeed, although there were plenty of holes in the bodysuit, there was very little blood.

    "Bleeding is too pedestrian. So, I do not bleed."

    Beth stared at him, lost for words.

    He shrugged.

    "If that's all, go away. I'm busy."

    She gritted her teeth and glowered at him.

    "Oh, yeah? What are you so busy with?"

    Sunny silently studied his bodysuit for a few moments and then answered in a somber tone.

    "...Being miserable."

    Beth flung her arms up, turned around, and walked away.

    'Finally...'

    Left alone, Sunny summoned the runes, looking up his shadow fragments first:

    Shadow Fragments: [1601/4000].

    His progress had slowed after being dispatched to L049, but now, its speed was picking up again. Still, he had a long way to go.

    Next, Sunny checked on Saint and Nightmare.

    Shadow Fragments: [146/200].

    Nightmares required: [333/1000].

    Once he fed the Memories received from the Black Tongues to the taciturn demon, she would finally cross the one hundred and fifty fragments mark.

    'Three fourths there...'

    If Saint became Transcendent, his power was bound to increase drastically. However, progress on that front was torturously slow. With how many soul shards he now had access to, Sunny could have tried to create a few Memories himself. But weaving Memories required a lot of time, and even more essence - and while the former was scarce, it was the latter that was truly precious.

    Essence was the most valuable thing in Antarctica. There was never enough of it, and since Sunny did not know when the next battle would come, he could not allow himself to waste it on weaving ethereal strings.

    Making Saint a Transcendent in the future was not going to help him if he died today, starved for essence and unable to fight well.

    ...On the other hand, his steed was collecting nightmares with a extraordinary speed. It was probably because the dark destrier was harvesting the seeds that he had planted into the souls of abominations during the last two months.

    That was good, too... Sunny could not wait to learn what Nightmare's Terror Ability was like.

    Lastly, he studied the runes describing the Mantle of the Underworld:

    Vanquished Foes: [5732/6000].

    '...So close.'

    If things did not go well, he would probably fill the counter of the [Prince of the Underworld] enchantment before arriving to Erebus Field, or very soon after.

    'Good... I mean, bad... I mean, good? I do hope that we won't have to fight battles like the last one often on the way to safety, but if we do... at least I'll get something from it.'

    The problem was that the Mantle was currently damaged, and needed some time to restore itself. He could have summoned it and activated the [Living Stone] enchantment, but, once again... that would consume a lot of essence, and Sunny was already dangerously short on it after slaughtering two entire swarms of abominations.

    'Let's see the main prize, then...'

    He inhaled deeply, and then looked at the list of his Memories.

    Among them, two new ones especially attracted his attention.

    One was called [Bitter Cusp].

    The other was called [Stifled Scream].
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