Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2511

'Aaahh…'

The world was full of pain. The world was also upside down, and something was streaming down Sunny's face. He could feel the familiar taste of blood on his tongue… but also of something else, unbearably bitter and oily, which made him want to wretch. A sharp scent was assaulting his nostrils, seemingly seeping into his very brain.

Opening his eyes, he beheld the world in utter confusion. The crack on the windshield of his PTV seemed to have disappeared… no, the windshield itself

was gone, turned into a scattering of glass shards. The PTV was laying on its roof, with water flowing inside through the shattered windows.

The interior of the mangled vehicle was bent and misshapen. The wheel was broken, the dashboard was gone, and he could see a mess of sparking wires behind the displaced plastic panels.

The liquid flowing down his face was blood mixed with gasoline.

Hanging upside down, held in place by his seat belt, Sunny groaned.

'The fuel… that damn fuel…'

Who in their right mind fueled their PTVs with flammable fuel?!

Now, he was one spark away from turning into a blackened, crispy corpse.

Turning his head a little, Sunny saw the Other Mordret hanging from his seat, unconscious. The rearview mirror was gone, though, so he could not tell what happened to Effie and Saint.

'I am so… fed up with this crap.'

Gritting his teeth, Sunny tried to disengage his seatbelt. When that did not work, he growled in frustration and pulled a tactical knife from a hidden

sheath on his belt — the very same knife he had almost been killed with last night.

A few seconds later, Sunny fell down onto the roof of the overturned PTV and let out a stifled scream.

"Sick of it… I'm sick of it…"

Crawling through empty space where the windshield had been, Sunny felt the cold rain washing the blood off his face.

He was a damn Sovereign. He was a Supreme Titan — a being much closer to being divine than to being human. He was not supposed to bleed, his hands were not supposed to be cut by the shards of glass, and his ribs were not supposed to crack from something as pedestrian as being hit by a speeding vehicle.

Sunny was indignant.

Sunny was angry.

He was completely over this nonsense.

The amount and the intensity of pain he felt would have sent an ordinary person into shock and paralyzed them, but Sunny simply ignored it — after all, this mundane suffering could not compare to the dreadful agony he had endured countless times before. Letting out an infuriating hiss,he pushed himself off the wet asphalt and slowly stood up.

Sunny swayed, staggered, but remained upright, looking around with a murderous glint in his bloodshot eyes.

The vehicle that had crashed into his PTV was a dozen or so meters away, deformed and leaking some sort of fluid. Its doors were open, and men in black clothes and masks were already getting out. Another vehicle had just skidded to a halt to his right, and even more masked men were pouring outside, into the rain.

'One, two…'

Sunny's vision was blurry, so he couldn't even count them.

'Enough to vent my anger, anyway.'

Behind him, the bent door of the overturned PTV suddenly flew off from a powerful kick, ricocheting off the asphalt a few times before coming to a stop. Effie climbed out awkwardly, then rose to her feet by using the mangled frame of the vehicle as support.

She was bruised and battered, too, but seemingly in a better shape than Sunny — he was hit the hardest because the enemy PTV had crashed into the driver's door.

Giving Sunny a dazed look, Effie smiled crookedly.

Her lips and teeth were painted red by blood, so that smile looked a bit frightening.

"You alive?"

Sunny let go of the car and spent a few seconds remembering how to maintain balance.

"Technically, I'm dead… but yeah."

Effie stared at him for a moment, then looked away and rolled her eyes.

"Another one. Gods, why am I always surrounded by zombies?"

She straightened and faced the approaching enemies with a sober expression.

"Morgan should be here in a few minutes, I think."

Sunny raised a hand to wipe the blood from his eyes. He did not feel too well, at the moment.

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