Chương 142: The Guardian of the Gates of Nielfheim

As the shadows began to rise up behind Kaizen, the Lord realized that they all had cyan-toned eyes and wide smiles, like the one that appeared on the Psyker's face when he saw his opponent's surprised expression. 

Kaizen began to back away at the same time as the shadows began to run toward the Lord. 

"You will not... run away!" Sigurd shouted shrilly. 

"Run away? Not today!" Kaizen said and started to run among the dozens of shadows there.

The Lord, enraged by this improvised and inconvenient army that Kaizen had summoned, swung his sword at a few dozen shadows, slicing them apart. For him, it was not difficult to distinguish the real Kaizen from the surrounding shadows, because he was wearing green cloaked armor, which stood out amidst so much black. However, when his sword tore the green cloak in half, all Sigurd saw were fragments of darkness crumbling away. Immediately, his eyes became wide open, like the blossoming flowers in spring.