Now!
The instant the Prohibition from the Anne Mark in Angel's palm took effect, she aimed Good Luck at Senior, who was lunging at Klein despite his body being slowed, and pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a deafening roar, sending a thick beam of pale golden light toward the Admiral of Blood's back.
Senior's bloodshot eyes could still receive warnings of danger through the Spirit World, but his sluggish body could not dodge the bullet from behind. Zatwin, meanwhile, had just been forcibly driven out of his possession and was searching for the nonexistent Arbiter Demigod. He did not use his lifeless coat to yank Senior aside.
It was a mistake—and a stroke of bad luck for him.
Bang!
Blood burst from Senior's shoulder as he tensed his muscles and tried to roll aside. Sickly green blood sprayed out, threaded with the golden light of purification.
Even his hardened zombie skin could not stop a Purification Bullet amplified sixteenfold. His right shoulder was nearly torn from his body, leaving his arm hanging uselessly at his side.
After landing the precise shot, Angel did not pull the hammer back again. Two consecutive attacks from Good Luck had convinced her that her luck would not hold. Instead, she raised her left hand and formed an enormous weapon of flame and magma. She rushed forward and swung at Senior as he staggered, on the verge of falling.
It was the Desire Apostle's Sword of Lava!
Pain lanced through the Admiral of Blood's shoulder, and searing heat surged from behind him. The madness in his eyes finally receded. Reason, so often lacking in the Indulgence Faction, took hold. Rather than turn to resist, he used his forward momentum to keep moving and evade the greatsword behind him.
*He's practically delivering himself to