The Great Pretender Shadow Lord Has Logged In!

"Compared to us, Shadow Garden, isn't your Diabolos Cult more like sewer rats carrying out shady dealings?"

A black arrow shot explosively toward Mordred from afar, but he deflected it with his Rune Armlet.

Having been forced back several steps by the arrow, Mordred looked at Beta and Epsilon, clad in black robes before him, and revealed an enlightened expression. "So you are the so-called Seven Shadows of Shadow Garden?

Perfect timing. I can take you out along with First Princess Alice!"

Facing Epsilon and Beta, Mordred showed no trace of panic, because he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

Even if he stood no chance in a one-against-two fight, didn't he still have Yoru Machi as his trump card?

As a finalist in the Martial God Festival, Yoru Machi had to be inside the barrier right now.

Of course, the Cult also placed great importance on Yoru Machi's public identity. Unless absolutely necessary, Mordred did not want him exposed.

After all, a hidden Knight of the Round was far more valuable than an exposed one.

The higher Yoru Machi's status, the greater the help he could provide the Cult in the future.

"What a joke. Trash that can only throw its weight around with a set of Divine Gear dares to claim you can defeat us.

Did you think only your Cult had made preparations, while Shadow Garden was completely unaware?"

Beta clapped her hands, and lithe black figures immediately flew out from among the spectators, engaging the Cult's lackeys in battle.

Seeing this, Mordred was instantly furious. He could not understand why every operation the Cult carried out was always obstructed by that damned Shadow Garden.

Setting aside those previous insignificant lackeys, the incident at the Sanctuary had been an accident. But he had personally planned this