A flash of shock and fury seemed to stain his face as a crown, deep as the night, emerged above his head.
As the crown slowly appeared, pitch-black turbulence tore through the sky like a storm, dyeing that gray-white sword black once more and blasting outward without restraint.
Executed by her own kind as a fairy, dying violently amid famine and cold as a beastman, pounded into pulp by physicians as an undead and boiled into medicine for humans...
Countless fragments of memory crashed like wedges into everyone in close contact with the black wind, whether Interstellar Peace Company employees or Antimatter Legion soldiers. The war nearly came to an end in that instant.
The surging tide was like a savage beast, never stopping for even a moment.
It churned like a demonic sea woven from countless venomous snakes, opening its vicious maw to tear the attacker apart alive.
Yet, faced with the tides of that sea of suffering, the assassin merely gave a light swing. A blade of Void light flew from her hand and devoured the raging waves completely.
She then abruptly retreated to a relatively safe position and stared gravely at the crown above Russell's head.
Just now...
Was that the thing that had released what felt like an overwhelming flood of information, forcibly canceling out her sword technique?
To the point that her Void Power had not only failed to kill him, but had not even managed to stain him with the colors of Nothingness.
This was far too unbelievable.
So unbelievable that she could not continue pressing the attack and had to observe for the moment.
"Void Emissary... can an Emissary be born from your path as well?"
"What an incredible miracle."
The wolfman holding the Pitch-black King Sword gazed at the distant opponent, his