Extermination (6)

Aliyisandro did not look at the six of them. Instead, he waved a hand, signaling the Dark Knights to take away the Dark Greatswords prepared for them, then turned and left the Magic Workshop.

His back was steady and cold, as though all of this was merely one step in a process.

Ang silently followed everyone back to the stone house without speaking to anyone.

He said nothing more and went straight to his own room, activating the runes to summon his Nightmare.

Thick black mist spread beneath his feet. Amid a low roar, the Nightmare King stepped out of the void, ghostly blue Demonic Flame burning on its four hooves, its gaze as cold as the night.

He swung himself onto its back, gripping the Dark Greatsword he had just acquired in one hand. Mount and knight became one, exuding unmatched dominance.

The Nightmare stood quietly before the stone house, like a statue within the darkness.

"This time, I really picked up a bargain." The corner of Ang's lips curved slightly as he pondered in secret.

The Black Magic Society's gift had far exceeded his expectations—a set of Dark Armament, a Level 4 Nightmare Magical Beast, and a Dark Greatsword forged from Abyssal Dark Fine Iron. Their value was beyond measure.

He lowered his head and looked at the greatsword in his hand.

Though to him, the dark runes on it were merely ordinary basic enchantments.

Pure dark-attribute Enchanted Armaments were rare to begin with, let alone ones whose runes embodied the Black Magic Society's finest craftsmanship.

Ang was more proficient in elemental Magic Runes. These dark constructs were not his primary field of study.

He murmured softly, a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes. "You gave me so many good things, yet you still cannot conceal the