Chapter 601: Echo

Chapter 601: Echo



Barely a second after the echoes of his strike demolished the statue, Dante rolled in the air, hauling himself toward the next statue.

It was a crusader, and it was already swinging its massive stone sword toward him.

The crusader's blade carved through the air with a deafening roar, its edge glowing faintly with the blood-red sigils etched into its surface.

The force alone threatened to shear the very air in two, but Dante was faster.

He twisted midair, a streak of white light in the crimson haze, his sword meeting the crusader's blade in a cataclysmic clash.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, the reverberation shaking the chamber.

"Too slow," Dante muttered, his voice cutting through the chaos.

His blade hummed with essence as the light shrouding his body and sword suddenly burst and propelled him in an instant.

He appeared behind the crusader, his weapon slicing clean through its torso with surgical precision.

The stone figure cracked, crimson energy spilling from the fissure like molten blood. It let out a guttural roar, collapsing into a heap of rubble that disintegrated into ash.

Northern, standing at the chamber's edge, chuckled under his breath. 'Impressive. He is no doubt a strong person. Despite being made of stone, they are not stopping his sword from hitting its mark.'

Dante was actually strong, very strong, but because of how brightly Northern was shining and how seemingly easy he was making things look, one would almost forget that the Lieutenant was a Paragon.

Northern suppressed a proud grin.

"At this rate, you might not need me to deal with all of them."

Dante didn't spare him a glance, already moving toward his next target.

The remaining crusaders began to shift, their movements fluid and unnervingly lifelike. Sigils flared to life across their bodies, pulsating with a crimson, blood-like essence as they synchronized their attack.

Two crusaders broke formation, their massive shields raised as barriers while another launched a torrent of blood spells toward Dante.

The crimson spell morphed midair, transforming into jagged spears that rained down with deadly precision.

Dante's form blurred, weaving through the onslaught with inhuman grace, but Northern's eyes weren't on him.

They were locked on the crusaders, analyzing their patterns, their essence. His Chaos Eyes flared, the world splitting into layers of raw information.

Lines of weakness. Fissures in the constructs of their forms. Tendrils of soul essence pulsing through their cores.

The crusader raised its shield, but it was too slow.

Northern struck. The first blade of Grengar bit into the shield's edge, carving deep grooves

into the slab of stone.

The second blade followed, sweeping in low and slicing clean through the crusader's knee

joint.

Then Northern, with a satisfying grin marring his face, muttered.

"Echo."

Coated with a purplish dark essence, invisible strikes of the same kind bolted out of nowhere, cleaving not just the entirety of the stone monster but even the far end of the wall before

which it stood.

The statue, cleaved and chopped in bits and pieces from its head to toe, stumbled, its massive frame collapsing to one side.

Crimson blood sprayed from all its severed limbs; only one leg was intact, but Northern didn't give it a chance to recover.

He spun Grengar overhead and drove it into the air with the force of a train.

"Echo."

To the direction of the incoming crusaders and blood spells that weaved eerily in the air, the same void-infused strikes appeared, magnanimously multiplying Northern's strike into the

air.

The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing across the ground and nearby wall; even the cadaverous chandeliers trembled, their crimson ichor sputtering violently.

With a final twist of the staff, Northern swung Grengar to his side, drawing a swift trail of

cleave that parted the air.

"Echo."

The other crusaders were already moving. Two charged at once, their synchronized steps shaking the chamber, while a third caster chanted a spell that filled the air with an ominous

hum.

All of them were sliced from their torso to their lower waist.