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Chapter 977: Illusions and Ice
Chapter 977: Illusions and Ice
Erik took a deep breath. With Richard still over his shoulder, he walked toward the door.
Erik cursed under his breath.
Erik glanced at his friend's unconscious father.
Erik nodded.
The man sighed, shaking his head.
With a deep breath, he steeled himself, adjusting his grip on Richard. "Alright, let's give these guys a run for their money."
The heavy metal door was in front of him at that point. "Ready or not, here I come," he said with a smirk.
Then he created 20 illusions of himself carrying Richard and made them dash through the door. Then, the sound of a huge fight started.
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"Crazy..."
Erik didn't reply, but pushed open the door and stepped into the administrative offices.
The area was a sprawling labyrinth of cubicles and meeting rooms, all bathed in the eerie glow of Aclaitrium lighting and the bright lamps above.
The Blackguards were basically unleashing hell, trying to kill the illusions, but being unable to. They couldn't even understand if their target was real or not.
The weapon sliced through armor and flesh. The frost froze the man, turning him into a statue. He then fell, clutching his throat, and his body shattered into countless pieces.
Erik spun, blocking a swing from another attacker with the flat of his blade. He kicked out, catching the blackguard in the chest and sending him sprawling.
A third blackguard charged, his fists glowing with mana. The man unleashed a sort of shockwave.
Erik sidestepped, jumped on a wall and pushed himself toward the man, slicing through the blackguard's arm. The blade quickly froze the man, who shattered into countless pieces and
died.
A blackguard with fire abilities launched a barrage of flames at Erik. He created a wall of ice to block the attack, the flames hissing as they met the frost.
Erik stepped through the dissipating steam, his blade flashing.
Two blackguards tried to flank him. Erik dodged one blow, then another.
He feinted left, then struck right. Limbs flew, heads fell. Erik pivoted, decapitating another blackguard with an upward sweep.
What followed was a brutal scene. A hypnotic yet macabre dance of death.
Erik parried blows, his blade creating clangs and clinks, people dying in masked terror.
In the end, only he and Richard remained there, his breath steady. He shifted Richard's weight on his shoulder, making sure Emily's father was secure.
As much as the corridor was free of people, there were still at least 230 people in that area. So
Erik had to move.
Erik nodded, his grip on the Flyssa tightening. "This is going to take a lot, right?" Erik stepped over the bodies and started moving away.
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