Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 330: Why are you not dead

The masked man’s hand was covered in flickering black lightning, and without giving them a chance to do anything, he stabbed down, his body blurring downward like a diving arrow.

Atrox and Tiber might have more raw strength than most Errant Knights, but that doesn’t directly translate to speed or matching that of the Master Knights.

There was no way they could be faster than the masked man, Master Knight, and his attack.

But Atrox didn’t seem worried. He just raised his hand in a flicker, and suddenly, a black tower was standing between them and the attack.

Bam! The lightning collided with the tower with ground-shaking force, pushing it downward toward Tiber and Atrox.

But the two were already gone from their place. Atrox had used his power to draw them into the tower, and then they were thrown out once again, above the masked man, Master Knight.

"What? How did you get up there?" the man shouted. He hovered in the air, standing on withering lightning.

Atrox and Tiber were falling directly above him when Tiber pointed with his sword. "Sleep!"

But of course, he didn’t sleep. Still, the power packed a punch and hit just like it hit the Saint. His eyes turned dull, and it looked as if he would fall asleep the next instant.

"Good, Tiber. Time to kill!" Atrox shouted. They were above the man now, and his sword flashed down in a slash meant to take his head, but the mask on the man changed immediately, turning into a deep green.

Green lightning flickered on his body, and he vanished.

"Oh? So that’s how he moved earlier. He teleported. Seems our technique isn’t the absolute strategy, Tiber. We might need to fight seriously."

Tiber grunted and surveyed the ground. They were far from the main battleground, far from the crushing clashes of the Master Knights.

The masked Master Knight appeared again, a bit of a distance from them. His mask was still a deep green. "You bastards, so this is why you dare to face me. You’re depending on your tricks to help you out..."

"Why don’t you try and send him to more sleep, Tiber? He talks too much...!!"

Suddenly, the man raised his hand, and green lightning covered the ground like grass, creeping toward them at an astonishing speed. Everywhere the green lightning touched, it made the things there disappear.

Atrox snapped his hand again, and they turned into streaks of light into the tower, before it sent them out again on the other side of the man where there was no green lightning.

"We need to finish this," Atrox said. "I would have used my tower, but all my essence is in my sword. He’s giving us no chance to use the sleeping strategy. Very well. Seems I will have to engage him while you provide the silver chance."

But before he could do anything, the masked Master Knight made his move.

Meanwhile, Helena Varrow and Eirikr Akatsuki were going hard at it.

Eirikr’s body had changed, his body now made of baked, hardened sand. His face twisted into anger. "You... you bastards. You took my drake from me and come to fight me in the lands that I have already claimed. You will all be...!!"

An explosive blur suddenly appeared in front of him like a raging bull. It was Helena, but her body had grown into an almost abnormal size. Her muscles were all swelled up, giving her the appearance of an oversized doll.

But even with all this, she was still swift and balanced on her feet, and her punch landed with a sonic boom of a snap.

Eirikr crossed his hands in front of himself as he was sent back once again, his face in a grimace. The sand on his hand shifted, and where some had broken off from the punch, it got replaced.

"You... are strong," Eirikr said.

Helena shrugged. "Just look at my body, what do you expect? I can’t have this and still be weak. But you, it’s almost as if this isn’t your ability. Just what have you done to yourself?"

Eirikr’s eyes widened. Indeed, the throne had twisted his ability into only using sands. Now he drew his power directly from the throne. His eyes shuttered. "You are right. My powers, they’re from the throne. The sand isn’t my real thing, but it’s now my own thing!"

Just as he finished speaking, he burst forward, his body overlapped, producing several afterimages, shadowy figures of himself that seemed almost like a mirage.

In an instant, those images surrounded Helena, but she only smiled. "Your tricks won’t work. You are the real thing."

Suddenly, she turned and pounced on one of the images. She kicked out brutally, her leg snapping like a whip that caught Eirikr on the shoulder, cracking his shoulder with a loud snap.

But at the same time, all the images of Eirikr pounced on her and then punched her. They were all also real! At least for that instant!

One of the punches took her on the neck. The sand on Eirikr’s fist extended into a blade immediately upon contact, piercing straight through her neck.

The other three punches—one in the ribs, back, and thigh—also extended into sand blades as well.

Helena staggered backward, her hand clutching her neck as blood poured down her chest and all her other wounds. She gasped as she tried to speak.

"Don’t waste your breath, you ugly old woman. That was one of the abilities of the throne as well, briefly making things as real as the original. That’s why I can control that amount of sand without issues, before most of them are images...

"Now then, where is that brat that stole my pet monster...!!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Suddenly, he tensed and then lurched forward as the ground he was standing on previously exploded into fragments of raining stones.

And there stood Helena, whole again, but her muscle size had reduced significantly. She smiled a bloody smile. "Aren’t you underestimating a Master Knight too much, you Akatsuki bastard!"

His face darkened. "Just how are you not dead?"