章 67: 2.18.2 The sewer.

All of it was an illusion, a way to give false hope to his victims.

Dodging the bullets and then kicking high in the air to deflect the sword that was aimed at his head, Pansar flew over and stuck to the ceiling, looking at the two below with eyes irrevocably filled with derision.

Being a Knight himself, without a hint of dark magic or curses in his body, Pansar never faced the similar suppression that Kairut did. But the need to stray away from Remira while also not making her suspicious of her immunity was hard.

'A little limit should be fine.' Using the ceiling, he launched his body in the direction of Aafik, who was still reeling from Pansar's kick.

But before he can be hit, Remira comes in between to protect him, which is just what Pansar wanted.

Dividing multiple times in the air , creating clones that all attacked at Remira. And Like he expected, Remira couldn't react in time to his attacks.