Chương 43: Architect Of Heresy.

Shyreiana stretched her arms and pirouetted herself towards Ranulf.

Her two crystalline daggers made arcs of violet light as the air split apart, for she carried herself like a pinwheel of death.

Ranulf halted his advance and lifted his sword close to his chest.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks flew off at every passing beat as her crystalline daggers collided with his blade.

His muscles spasmed, and his bones creaked.

His eyes bulged as blood trickled down his mouth.

For he faced absolute suppression under her onslaught.

He narrowed his eyes, leapt back and retreated into the distance.

“Oh? How weak of a man you are,” she teased and walked towards him with graceful steps.

Ranulf stood still and plunged his sword deep inside the fleshy ground.

“Oh? Already giving up? But you--” she said.

Swoosh! A corpse of a beast flew right at her face; she knitted her brows and sliced its body into two halves.

Swoosh! Another corpse flew towards her, and she sliced it again.