Clang.
With a dull clash of metal, the flaming Straight Sword stopped in midair at an odd angle.
A slender hand gleaming with a silvery metallic sheen gripped the middle of its blade. The point of contact was as firm as if the two had fused together, and the bluish-white flames swiftly died out, revealing the black blade.
Only then did Angel have the leisure to examine the enemy that had swung the sword down at her.
It was an old-fashioned suit of full plate armor more than two meters tall, with rounded plates protecting its joints. Its helmet had only a horizontal slit through which to observe the outside world. Within was utter darkness, with neither fire nor eyes.
An empty suit of armor... Angel paused briefly, then tugged on the black Straight Sword, dragging the armor toward her as it held the weapon in both hands. She kicked upward into its heavily plated crotch, sending the entire heavy suit flying into the air and wrenching the hilt out of its grasp.
With several swift swishes, Angel reversed her grip and slashed in rapid succession, striking every spot on the armor that appeared white to her. Using Weakness Strike, she easily shattered it into metal fragments that littered the floor.
Sequence 5 at most, but that fits this treasury's purpose. Anyone who can enter this room is either already a vessel possessed by Tudor or a powerful Beyonder capable of dealing with this Blood Emperor's resurrection contingency. Either way, even Saint-level guards would be mere decorations... Angel delivered her scathing assessment inwardly and tossed down the captured Straight Sword. Its sharp blade pierced the black helmet that had rolled to her feet with a crunch.
Unlike the hollow armor that attacked intruders on instinct alone, this Straight Sword had