Chapter 748: Avatar (on)

The leaders of Shadow Blade and Blur Blade have all been present, but only half of them are really in this room.
The grey holographic projections of the four people stood looming at the table, emitting shimmering light and white noise from time to time. The war here was very important, but other parts of the empire needed to be suppressed.
One of the projections nodded to Bruce.
The Black Knight nodded to him.
"How far are you from here?"
"Very far away, the side of the strait is very restless, I'm not sure what tricks the arcanists are playing."
Bruce nodded, and he noticed a hint of hesitation in the plaintiff's words, but this is not the time to talk about such things.
Other senior members of the Shadow King Court also greeted him one by one.
"you are late."
Suddenly, someone interjected.
"We waited for you for a long time."
The voice sounded rough like an avalanche.
Silas, the senior commander of the Blur Blade, Bruce turned to face him, secretly giving up the attempt to show a soothing smile.
The black-clad warrior bowed his back and leaned forward intimidatingly, that was his signature body language.
"I was delayed."
Bruce confessed that he didn’t like to see this man for such a long time, it was one of the things that would make most of the blurred blades tremble, they couldn’t bear the attention of others like a beast, and especially couldn’t bear the duration of more than one. Two seconds of eye contact.
Bruce had no intention of angering him.
In his eyes, the man had turned into a broken statue: his supposedly handsome face was twisted with scars and angry, and the pain kept the muscles on his face at the edge of spasms.
So it's easy to understand why everyone else thinks Silas always looks like he's about to get angry.
In fact, he looked more like a man who was concentrating on the painful battle of epilepsy. Bruce hated this tragic, rude bastard, but he had to admire his endurance.
Silas turned to look at the others, muttering something scornfully in his mouth.
"It has been nine days. Does he know what our mission is?"
He growled and faced a silent figure.
Diego, the regent of the empire, did not answer immediately.
He waved Bruce to stand at the table and arranged for him, just beside his right hand.
The shadow prince wore a charcoal black, layered and light armor stacked with a singular symbol made of precious stones on the breastplate.
The meaning of this glyph is only known to him, and his once wide-eyed eyes have become like the narrow pupils of the viper.
After seeing Bruce's pale and elegant smile, Bruce couldn't help but wonder what kind of secrets the warlocks had revealed to the imperial regent in the most recent time.
Maybe he had to find some time to ask.
Bruce moved his footsteps and stood in the position left between him and Diego.
The shadow prince stood at the chief of the long table, while chief night blade Nutans was wearing his shining armor and stood in place with an indifferent look, his hand never leaving the weapon more than a palm away.
"black Knight."
Nutans whispered, and Bruce nodded to him, but said nothing.
His black eyes swept past others, looking for the source of that uncomfortable feeling...
"it is good."
Diago grinned.
"Finally, it's all here."
Everyone focused on the shadow prince, except Bruce, while the other party continued to speak, the black knight's eyes were also looking for something.
"What's the situation with the Trust Council."
"Some movements, but no obvious signs of attack."
The colorless holographic image still did not turn around under the cover of his helmet, and the sound emitted by the projection contained almost no murmur and contained almost no emotion.
"I heard that they beat the arrogance of the Civic Temple quite miserably."
Silas narrowed his eyes, as if trying to recall, and after a while, he nodded.
"Yes, they shouldn't have the strength to make trouble."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Diego raised his heroic face from the dim red glow of his neck armor, and smiled to everyone.
"Everything needs to be careful."
Bruce nodded, but he didn't seem to agree, he didn't seem to care, and finally shrugged his shoulders.
After a moment of silence, Diago spoke again.
"We all know what price we will pay for the upcoming battle, and our destiny is determined by the outcome of the battle, in Tyre, here."
With that, Diago opened his palm and gestured to the collaborator in bat-wing armor. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the actions of the shadow prince were still a bit threatening.
"I hope your price is worth it, Diego."
Bruce was still watching the last silent figure. After he moved his eyes away from Nutans, his eyes did not leave that figure.
"Bruce?"
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A low laugh sounded, sounding like a vulture hissing, but no one was laughing.
Bruce opened his arms slowly and slowly, and huge claws protruded from the armor. When he exposed his weapon in front of all the people, his eyes had been locked on one of them, indescribable. The coldness of all people's armor was covered with a layer of frost, and everyone present felt a deeper chill.
Then, a cursed and malicious whisper squeezed from the black knight's mouth.
"You... you are not human."
It was Allede, the senior commander of the Blurred Blade, but he kept laughing, his mouth grinning almost exaggeratedly, with a disgusting deep purple under his pale skin, speaking at Bruce Before, hardly anyone noticed him.
"Black Knight, are you—"
Bruce shot before others reacted to what was happening.
Allied almost had no time to breathe, and he instinctively reached for his weapon, trying to resist the attack on him.
A whip leg of the black knight directly swung on the opponent, and a loud bell resounded in the war council room, and Allied instantly crashed into the wall behind him, and then sat on the ground.
"Black Knight! What are you crazy about!"
The others quickly approached him, holding the weapon in his hand.
The holograms of the other four participants who were not physically present were vaguely reflected on everyone's armor as if they had touched them with oil.
"You idiots."
He warned those who were still approaching him.
"Listen to me, that guy, that thing is no longer Allede!"