151 Judgement 
Suddenly, a bloody red aura erupted out of Silas’ body with an exhale.
It was a killing intent so thick that it made everyone in the vicinity stop breathing, Archie included.
“Today… I will make you an example…” Silas’ words echoed within the minds of everyone as if his voice was booming right next to their ears.
“Of what happens when you make me your enemy.”
Archie couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at Silas’ words while the rest of the generals who were around felt a shiver down their spines.
It was expected for Eclipse and Life since they were weaker than Silas, but Death became worried vy rhe feeling that wss bubbling inside him.
He was stronger than Silas. He was more than sure it… So why was he feeling like this?
Why did it feel like they had somehow awakened a monster?
Looking into Grant’s eyes, Silas stepped forward, instantly disappearing from where he stood.
In the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of Grant with his hand extended toward his face.
Grant couldn’t react in time.
Silas was far too quick for even his eyes to process what had just happened, however, his instincts saved him by the skin of his teeth.
Suddenly, a helmet formed out of his armor and covered his face and instant before it would have been crushed like a can under the iron clad grip of Silas’ hand.
“You think your armor will save you?” Silas asked woth an empty-eyed smile.
A snap echoed throughout the district.
And what followed it was a bloodcurdling scream.
After Silas dnapped his fingers, Grant suddenly dropped to the ground and began to scream at the top of his lungs.
He didn’t understand what was happening, and even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to.
The pain shooting through his body was too intense. It was like the gates of hell had opened inside him as his blood felt like it was beginning to boil through his arteries.
No one could see it, but blood was steaming out of his eye sockets like waterfalls.
They scorched his skin and made him feel an unimaginable amount of pain.
Crouching down, Silas through the visor on Grant’s helmet with a deadpan expression…
Before a smile bloomed on his face.
“What do you think of the poison I injected into you?” Silas asked in a whispered voice, yet despite his voice reaching Grant’s ears, he still couldn’t hear him.
The pain was making everything else feel numb, and as if it wasn’t there.
Silas could see several runes on his armor beginning to shine in order to heal him and possibly even save him, but Silas knew that it would only delay the inevitable.
“You must be asking, when did I inject you with poison? Right? That’s what you’re thinking… If you’re even able to think.” Silas whispered to him with a tilt of the head.
“Remember the first time you shook my hand and I was shaking like a leaf? You probably felt a lot of pride back then. Man, it must have really boosted your ego… How pathetic.” Silas spat.
“That’s when I did it… That’s when I injected you with it. Of course, you’d think it would have killed you straight away but unawakened humans are a funny thing, aren’t they? All I needed to do was inject the poison into your non-awakened mana core and wait for the right moment to let it ravage your body.” Silas chuckled.
“You know, they never really told me how painful it would be, but man this was worth it.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you in this state.” Silas voice suddenly becane deeper, yet now, unlike before, he could be heard by everyone.
“Little tiny Grant, hiding behind a suit of armor that he can barely activate… How pathetic, right?” Silas asked as his emerald green eyes swirled like the abyss of a never-ending void.
“How would you like it if I were to rip it away from your skin…
Piece by piece?”
But in that moment, Silas saw a rune he recognized suddenly light up.
Looking toward it, his eyes narrowed slightly.
In the next second, Silas felt the air part before him as a punch ripped through the air and appeared before him.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Silas muttered while catching the incoming fist with a single hand.
“Sure, your armor is pretty durable… Hell, it had quite a few useful enchantments even thought it isn’t even 10% awakened. To think it would have the ability to reduce pain to this extent.” Silas scratched his chin for a moment, but he quickly saw a sword slice through the air and aim for his neck.
“But here’s a thing about suits of armor.” Silas muttered while raising his hand.
At the same time, he circulated earth mana throughout his body, allowing him to easily catch the incoming blade as it it was nothing more than feather.
“Every suit of armor had a weak spot…
And when it doesn’t, you make your own.”
A punch landed onto his abdomen, and within a second, he was sent flying above the crowd at incredible speed.
Silas suddenly became a blur, leaving a small crater the size of a human where he previously stood.
Flying through the air at incredible speeds, Silas appeared before Grant with both his arms raised into the air before he hammered them down, shooting Grant through a building and slamming him into the ground.
“Don’t be shy. Come on… Come out of your shell a little.” Silas chuckled slightly.
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